Qiu Rui carefully placed the steaming medicine bowl on the desk of the little boy who was concentrating on painting, and said with a smile: "Son, drink the medicine." Hearing Qiu Rui's words, the little boy put down the brush in his hand, got up and drank the medicine bowl, but in the blink of an eye, the little boy put the empty medicine bowl on the table and sat down to continue drawing, without saying a word.

Qiu Rui saw that his son was only immersed in painting, so he cautiously leaned forward a few steps, smiled and asked, "Son, don't you have anything to say to your father?" The little boy was dipping the brush in the inkstone, and when he heard Qiu Rui's words, the little boy stopped what he was doing, raised his head, looked at Qiu Rui indifferently and said, "Dad, medicine, I've finished drinking ······" After speaking, the little boy slowly lifted the pen that had been dipped in ink and continued to draw with his head down.

Although his son is cold, Qiu Rui still does not give up, it can be said that he never wants to give up any opportunity to communicate with his younger son.

Although his eldest son's personality is quiet, the younger son is more quiet than the eldest son, and almost never takes the initiative to say anything to his family, so it is not so much that the younger son's personality is too quiet as the younger son's personality is a little withdrawn.

Therefore, in order to make his youngest son more cheerful, Qiu Rui tried every means to find opportunities to get close to him.

Qiu Rui took another step forward, lowered his head to look at the little boy's painting, looked at the unfinished pine and cypress drawings on the rice paper, Qiu Rui smiled and said, "Son, at your age, you are not suitable for painting such things." You are young and your wrist strength is not enough, and this pine and cypress picture needs vigorous and powerful brushwork, and you can't do it yet······"

"It's just that I envy the evergreen pines and cypresses, they should all live longer than me······" Before Qiu Rui could finish his words, he was interrupted by the little boy.

The little boy's words suddenly made Qiu Rui speechless, he looked at the calm on his son's face, to be precise, at the overly mature calm on his son's face, recalling the coldness in his tone, when the cold tone and calm expression were superimposed, I don't know why this calm made Qiu Rui instantly ignite a wave of anger.

Qiu Rui could no longer control his emotions, he snatched the pen from the little boy's hand and slapped the little boy hard.

The little boy was already thin and weak, and after Qiu Rui's slap, the little boy was even more unable to bear it and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the little boy fall to the ground, Qiu Rui was very heartbroken, but he still couldn't bear to hide his unbearable and helpless eyes, pinned his trembling and trembling hands behind his back and roared angrily: "Who are you talking to in what tone!" The little boy fell to the ground, he looked at Qiu Rui's eyes that were already full of tears, and didn't say a word.

At this moment, there was a sound of laughter in the corridor outside the door······ A little girl with a longevity lock around her neck and pigtails stood on the low stone railing of the corridor with a smile, holding the pillar with one hand and holding the kite that had just been pasted and not yet colored in the other, and said to the boy with a beautiful face opposite her: "Brother Ruoyu, when I see the second brother in a while, I must ask him to draw the most beautiful butterfly on my kite." The boy looked at the little girl's elated appearance and shook his head helplessly, raised his hand and picked the little girl off the stone fence with some difficulty, bent down and said to the little girl very seriously: "Xuejin, don't just ask your second brother to paint, do you remember what Brother Ruoyu taught you when you came?"

"Of course Snow Marks remember!" the little girl nodded confidently. However, the little girl's self-confidence did not seem to be trusted by the little boy, he looked at the little girl thoughtfully, stretched out his hand and hooked the little girl's nose, and said, "Then you repeat what I just taught you." If what you said is wrong, I won't take you to the second brother. ”

"Hmmm······" The little girl thought about it, then narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "Second brother, the weather is cool and comfortable today, let's go kite flying together." The little girl's words seemed to make the boy feel very satisfied, and he smiled and patted the little girl's head and said, "What a cleverness! So saying, the little boy turned around and jumped forward, and the little girl followed the little boy with a kite and jumped up and down with her kite······

"Brother, let's hang out with us!" Qiu Ruoyu pulled Xue Zhen and trotted happily into the open study.

Despite the fact that two children are carrying

"Elated" came, but the scene in front of them made them all dumbfounded. Qiu Ruoyu couldn't believe what he saw, his father stood on the edge of the desk with a serious face, the paper and pen on the table were scattered on the ground, and his younger brother actually fell to the ground, his face was already faintly red.

Qiu Ruoyu let go of the hand holding the snow mark and rushed to the side of his brother who fell to the ground, holding his cold hand tightly

"Brother, brother pull you up. Xue Zhen cried and grabbed Qiu Rui's cuffs and said pitifully: "Godfather, why are you beating the second brother, why are you beating the second brother, why are you beating him······" Qiu Rui was very distressed when he saw Xueji crying and questioning himself, he leaned down to wipe away Xueji's tears and said softly: "Xuejin don't cry, Godfather is just ······ Just ······" After Qiu Ruoyu carefully pulled himself up, he also yelled at Qiu Rui: "Dad, why are you beating your brother!" Qiu Rui couldn't face the children

"Questioning" He stepped forward a few steps forward and grabbed his youngest son's shoulder, and scolded angrily: "Boy, what are you not satisfied with? At what age do you think you can see through everything, don't you! Say, what are you not satisfied with!" Then, Qiu Rui stepped forward and pulled the little boy who had been holding Qiu Ruoyu's hand tightly and kept his head down and was silent, and asked loudly: "Is it your father and mother who are not good to you, or is your brother not good to you?" Or, is it so difficult for you to smile and say a few more words without your food and clothing in this family!Say! What are you dissatisfied with, what do you want to do!" Although Qiu Rui's words had just landed, he already regretted his tone, but he still did not change his cold eyes.

It is not so much that he was angered by his son's tone, but that he was angered by his son's words about Songbai that he would live longer than himself, and it was not so much that he was provoked but that he was hit in the sore spot by his beloved son, and he could only use such eyes to hide his nervousness and fear.

The little boy, who had been keeping his head down, slowly raised his head, looked into his father's eyes and asked, "Dad, will I really become what they say?" The little boy blurted out the words that made Qiu Rui stunned for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer his son's words.

Qiu Rui knows very well in his heart what his son said

Who "they" refers to. Although the Qiu family is a die-hard member from the housekeeper to the maids, and the matter about his youngest son will definitely not be leaked to the outside world, but in this Qiu family compound, he can't stop everyone's inner thoughts, what the second young master is really unlucky, he suffered from an incurable disease that can't live to be in his twenties at a young age, and the second young master is really pitiful, but the young master can only live like a shadow, and so on, Qiu Rui has heard it many times in private.

It's just that Qiu Rui never thought that these words lamenting the injustice of fate would be accidentally heard by his son and become a sword that pierces his heart and spleen······ At this moment, Qiu Rui suddenly changed his mind that had been ingrained for nearly ten years, and at this moment he decided not to

"Excessively" protect this son, after all, he has no right to prevent his son from facing life. Qiu Rui slowly squatted down, gently put his hands on the little boy's shoulders, and said softly: "Son, now my father asks you, are you a brave person?" The little boy didn't speak, but nodded.

Qiu Rui smiled and continued: "The bravery that Dad said is not to drink the most bitter medicine in one go, nor to not cry out in pain when he is beaten, but to be able to face all cruelty and injustice calmly······ Now Dad asks you again, are you a brave man?" the little boy nodded decisively, but still did not speak, his deep eyes were as resolute as ever.

"Good. Qiu Rui smiled and patted his son's shoulder, straightened up and looked at Xue Zhen and said softly: "Xue Zhen, haven't you kept asking me why your second brother doesn't have a name?

"Really, that's great! Second brother is going to be famous!" Xue Zhen is still an innocent child after all, just crying with snot and tears, and now when he heard the good news, he immediately jumped and laughed.

Qiu Rui turned his gaze to Qiu Ruoyu again and said, "Ruoyu, come over and hold your brother's hand." ”

"Hmm. Qiu Ruoyu simply answered, then stepped forward and took his brother's hand. Qiu Rui closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and after exhaling slowly, he slowly bent down and said to his youngest son, "Son, dad will first put a shadow in your name." Since you are a brave child, you must face your own fate, Dad wants you to remember all the time, helpless or resentful, to live like a shadow is your destiny in this life. However, even if you are a shadow, you must not be a passive shadow. You have to have your own thoughts, your own thoughts, even if it is a shadow, you must listen to your own voice, never be 'manipulated' by others, and be a shadow with a voice······ From now on, 'Shadow Voice' will be your name. You are the bravest child in the world, Qiu Yingsheng!" After that, Qiu Rui raised his hand and put his hand on Qiu Ruoyu's shoulder and said, "Ruoyu······ You must always love and protect your brother. If the shadow is in trouble, you have to help him carry it, but if you are in trouble, even if you die, you can't affect the shadow sound······ Can you do it?"

"I can!" Qiu Ruoyu answered Qiu Rui's question without hesitation.

"Good. That's great. Qiu Rui nodded very happily, and after getting up, a calm smile slowly appeared on his face······ Qiu Yingsheng smiled and gently removed Kawashima's arm that was pillowing her head, and said softly after her body lay flat: "Okay, Lu'er, the origin of the name is finished, now you can sleep." Although Kawashima's eyes were filled with tears, she didn't say a word, smiled and closed her eyes.

Qiu Yingsheng carefully wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of Kawashima's eyes after closing his eyes, and also did not say a word.

After helping her wipe away her tears, Qiu Yingsheng slowly leaned on the side of Kawashima's bed, smiling, quietly, watching her gradually fall asleep······ However, Qiu Ruoyu, who had been standing outside the door at this moment, also slowly turned sideways, looked at the bowl of decoction on the stone table, which was no longer steaming, and showed a smile that seemed to be there.

Yes, as fragile as he is, everything he does follows the voice of his heart······ Qiu Ruoyu smiled and walked back to the edge of the stone table, squatted down and whispered to Xue Zhen: "Xue Zhen, if Brother Ruoyu takes you to the garden to catch butterflies, okay?"

The word "butterfly" immediately became interested, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. Seeing that Xuezhen had a spirit, Qiu Ruoyu turned around, moved Xuezhen's arm to the sides of his neck and said with a smile: "Now, let's fly to the garden." Let's go!" With that, he trotted away with the snow marks on his back.

There was no longer the shadow of Qiu Ruoyu and snow marks in the courtyard, only the porcelain bowl full of decoction and medicine, still quietly placed on the stone table······