Qing Ruo saw the red marks on his arm at first glance when they met the next day, not before, they were only left recently, the color was still bright red, and it looked like a violence against his dark skin.

The little girl's eyes were red, and her mouth pursed to stare at his arm.

Xu Nianyang pulled the short sleeve down, it was useless, the sleeve was short, and the scar on his arm pierced people's eyes when he moved.

Qingruo turned her head away, took out the milk in the bag, poked it open and handed it to him, took out another biscuit, tore open the bag and carried it to him.

She didn't speak, her eyes were red and fluttering like a little rabbit, and she pursed her mouth more like a wronged little rabbit.

Xu Nianyang took the milk and rubbed her hair with one hand, the soft touch, the calluses on his fingertips rubbed against her forehead, the delicate skin of Qingruo, and a slight stroke brought up a tender red trace.

There was an undercurrent like a tsunami in his eyes, and his face was still impassive, the strange feelings of a teenage child, but his voice was more cold and calm, "Why don't you speak?" ”

Qing Ruo tilted his head and didn't look at him, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and the tears that were about to slip melted into his sleeve, Qing Ruo turned his head to look at him, "Brother, don't come back here when you grow up." ”

Maybe he will be recognized by the Zhang family and then go to the guilt, Qingruo looked at his cold eyes, gently pursed his lips and smiled sweetly at him, it doesn't matter, she will accompany him.

This cold, self-disciplined child who is even demanding of himself in many ways, should not be abandoned by the whole world in the end, it is clear that he has never had a choice, but he has been wrong.

Xu Nianyang likes her eyes the most, they are full of him, and he can't tolerate anything anymore when he looks at him, occupying all her sight, all her eyes.

Xu Nianyang held the straw in his mouth, poked the milk in it for a while, and his tone was clear and light, "Then I won't see you." ”

Qingruo had just opened his mouth to speak, but he had already carried the milk to her mouth. Xu Nianyang watched her unconsciously hold the straw, and the tip of her tongue pressed against the root of her teeth with a little force, resisting the surging emotions inside.

Qingruo smashed the milk twice, felt that there was still a lot, and pushed his hand away, "I don't want to drink it, brother, you can drink it." As he spoke, he took out his pocket money today and handed it to him, "It's okay, I'll look for you when I grow up." ”

This body has parents, and there is only one daughter, as a child, filial piety must be done, but she can't give up Xu Nianyang, not any bit, fortunately, for her, it is not difficult to be beautiful in both sides.

Xu Nianyang took a few gulps of the remaining milk, and this time the parabola was thrown directly into the garbage heap next to him, and took out the money she gave him during this time from his pocket, all of which were piece by piece, and the thickness was commendable when pressed together.

Qingruo frowned, and slapped his little hand on his arm, listening to the sound, but there was an injury on his arm, so Qingruo didn't use any force.

"Brother, didn't you promise me that I would eat breakfast in the morning?"

Xu Nianyang brought out a slight smile, "I have to eat, really, one egg for one dollar." ”

He said seriously, Qingruo didn't ask again.

Watching him sort out the money one by one, "Ruoruo, I don't have parents, the children here all call me Xiao Yezhong, and your children will hate you if you play with me." ”

Qingruo looked at his expression, and Ono said the three words himself, as if he was saying an inconsequential word.

The white and tender little hand pressed on his black hand, clear teeth, one of the bright white teeth was in the stage of changing teeth, missing a small mouthful, but the words were full of warmth, "Brother is not a small wild seed, don't talk about yourself like this in the future, we are friends, we can also be relatives." So you're not. ”

What does a nine-year-old look like? Xu Chaoyang is also nine years old this year, like a beast with only *, only doing what he wants, refusing to do anything he doesn't want to do, exporting viciousness, treating people as dogs, bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

Nine-year-old Qingruo, Xu Nianyang had a lot of pictures and many adjectives in his mind, and in the end it was blank, he didn't even know how to describe her, or he felt that he didn't deserve to add any adjectives to her.

Her palms are small, but they are warm, and a steady stream of warm currents comes from her skin, like the tide at high tide.

Xu Nianyang put the money in his pocket, grabbed her little hand with his backhand, and clumsily learned the interlocking movements of his fingers.

The last finger was clasped by Qingruo holding the little fingers of the two of them.

In an instant, the ten fingers of the two people's hands were clasped tightly, and there was not a trace of gap.

Xu Nianyang stared at the hands of the two people with wide eyes, feeling the current flowing through the heart, obviously it should be a very happy feeling, but he was in pain, the extreme pain to the bone, and he would never forget the pain in his life.

"Look, brother, we're connected, so you can't say that you're a small wild seed, and my brother has relatives."

Xu Nianyang turned his head to look at her, smiled softly, the coldness at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes gradually dissipated, dyed with a brilliant warm color, he lowered his head, his lips fell on Qingruo's middle finger knuckle, and his voice was very soft, "Well, I'm not, I won't say it in the future." ”

Qingruo's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, the apple muscles on her little face smiled like a ball of marshmallows, and the sun sprinkled half of her side face.

Xu Nianyang discovered for the first time what the word "fresh" means.

In September, Qingruo started school.

Because their homes are close, they happen to be in the same primary school as Xu Chaoyang, and they are the same age, but they are in different classes.

Xu Nianyang's second year of junior high school.

Because it is a nine-year compulsory education, there is no tuition fee, and Xu Nianyang's scholarship per semester is no more or less, and he can get a few hundred yuan.

Now the school will also issue hardship subsidies, and when the school started, the Xu family and his wife reported to him as an orphan, and the hardship subsidy he received every year was 2,000 yuan.

So the Xu family and his wife did not prevent him from going to school, but Xu Nianyang's homework book and pen were never wanted by Xu Chaoyang, so he took them and took the rest off and bound them together for use.

From Monday to Friday, parents pick up and drop off from school, and come home in the evening to have dinner and do homework. Qingruo and Xu Nianyang's daily meeting has become every Saturday and Sunday, occasionally on weekends when her parents take Qingruo out to play, after dinner, she will use the excuse to go to play with the little Lori in the next building, sometimes when she goes to the alley, she can see Xu Nianyang, and she can't see her when she has time.

After the start of school, the daily pocket money plus breakfast money will be given to Qingruo seven yuan, and Qingruo can save five yuan after breakfast.

The injuries on Xu Nianyang's body only increased.

In the winter evening of K City, the leaves of the roadside landscape trees in November are almost falling, and a crunchy layer is on the side of the road, and the little girl runs all the way with the sound of clicking.

Xu Nianyang has grown a little taller again, wearing old clothes, looking like Xu's father's, with a very middle-aged style and old-fashioned appearance.

He was thin and shorter than his peers, his trouser legs and sleeves were rolled up a few times, his hair was a little longer, and he watched him stand at the mouth of the cold alley from a distance, with a straight waist, ignoring the feeling that height was very similar to the feeling described in some articles: lonely and tall poplar, always sticking to it, always silent.

Because he saw Qingruo and brought out a warm smile, he stretched out his hand to grab the little guy who jumped in front of him, and gave her a haircut that ran messily, and the words he explained did not carry any weight at all, "Slow down, don't run." ”

"Uh-huh." Qingruo nodded, but it was obviously the appearance of the left ear in and out of the right ear, took out the milk from the bag and handed it to him, and then took one of his hands and opened the sleeve, there were no new scars today, the old wounds on it were intricately crossed, and the red marks were black or purple around them.

Qingruo took out the ointment he was carrying in his bag, and the young man who had just unscrewed the lid with a faint expression turned his face, frowning at her eyebrows and eyes full of cold piercing blades, "Where did it come from?" ”

Qingruo raised her head and blinked her eyes strangely, "I found it at home, what's wrong?" ”

Xu Nianyang was too sensitive to her, no matter how naturally he said this, how could she find this medicine at home as a nine-year-old child.

He withdrew his hand, shoved the milk into her hand, and took her arm and forcibly pulled her sleeve up, leaving nothing on either side.

Qingruo withdrew his hand and glared at him dissatisfied, "Brother, what are you doing?" ”

Xu Nianyang didn't answer, just pulled her whole person over, one hand clasped her waist, the two of them were about the same height, almost face to face at close range, he put one hand on the zipper of her coat, and his voice was dangerous, "If you are good, tell Brother Sù, do you have any injuries on your body?" ”

Qingruo shook her head, blinking her big eyes with a cute expression, naturally there was no disobedience, "Really not, I asked my aunt at home, she told me that this ointment can be bruised or other injuries." ”

Xu Nianyang pursed his lips, "Ruoruo, be well-behaved, I don't want to strip you of your age for inspection." ”

Qingruo's heart trembled, and when she looked at Xu Nianyang's eyes, they were still as cold as ink.

He lowered his head, pulled the hem of his clothes with one hand, and his voice was soft and obedient, "Yesterday, I accidentally hit my knee last night, and my mother used this to wipe me." ”

Xu Nianyang squatted down, "Which one?" ”

"Left."

Xu Nianyang pursed her lips, and carefully rolled up her trouser legs with gentle movements.

Breathing a sigh of relief, there was only a little bit of pale cyan, and the collision was not strict, "Did you rub the medicine today?" ”

Qingruo nodded, "Wiped it." ”

Xu Nianyang put down her trouser leg and stood up, sighed softly, and rubbed her hair, "How could it be bumped?" Without waiting for Qingruo to answer, he began to say again, "How do the people in the family take care of you, don't run in the future, walk slowly......"

Qingruo listened to him with a wrinkled face, it was normal for children to bump and bump. Standing on tiptoe and touching his head to comfort him, "Okay, okay, I know, can I rub the medicine now?" ”

"Hmm." Xu Nianyang responded and narrowed his eyes.

Qingruo wiped his arm, clumsy and very careful, and then gave him the ointment, and whispered close to his ear, "Brother, go back and wipe your body, don't let those villains see it~"

Xu Nianyang hooked his lips and played with the ointment in his hand, "Ruoruo." ”

"Huh?"

"Don't you like these wounds on me?"

Qingruo nodded, as a matter of course, "I don't like it, it hurts to watch." ”

She wrinkled her face and touched his arm again, the ointment was cold, his sleeve had not been put down, Qingruo leaned in and blew, her voice was soft and glutinous, "Brother, doesn't it hurt anymore?" ”

Xu Nianyang touched her hair, "Well, it doesn't hurt at all." ”

**

Does it hurt?

Does it hurt for me?

- [Black Box]