"Little Aunt ......"

The sound from the earthen kang was soft and beautiful, and I looked over in disbelief, and saw the boy on the bed sitting up from the bed while rubbing his eyes, his big dark purple eyes filled with mist, and he looked very childish.

"Cher, you're awake!"

I looked over in surprise and was about to run over to hug him, when suddenly my mind came to the idea of blood flowing on the snowfield, broken limbs and scattered walls, and the bloodthirsty and cruel eyes of a young man, and the outstretched hand hesitated for some reason.

"Little aunt, hold ......"

The boy looked at my outstretched arm hesitantly stopping in front of him, bowing his head a little aggrievedly, his red lips curled upwards in displeasure, and his long silver hair flowed down like water, scattered on the earthy yellow earthen kang, surrounding his thin and thin body, looking a little pitiful.

My heart softened suddenly, and my hands reached forward and hugged the thin boy tightly.

"Xue'er, how are you doing, do you have any other discomforts, by the way, your legs don't matter, will it hurt?"

Thinking of his leg that was injured by a wooden beam for saving me, I quickly pushed his arms away and went to check his leg, you must know that people who have injured their legs are most afraid of cold, as long as the cold invades the body, the leg will always hurt.

"Legs? My leg is fine, what's wrong with you, little aunt? ”

Yexue looked at me with big, confused eyes, as if wondering why I asked.

My hand suddenly rested on his right leg, and under the long trousers, the whole leg was scarred by the fire, and there was no intact skin in the dense, especially the one that came into direct contact with the wooden beam, which was jet black, and two deep scars spread deep into the thigh.

This mottled wound, even Brother Shen, who had been silently watching the two of us, and his wife, both gasped, especially Sister-in-law Shen.

It's been eight years, and these scars are still clear, so how painful were they when they were just smashed and burned by the fire? How did Yexue, who was only ten years old at the time, survive?

I couldn't help but see a ten-year-old child gritting his teeth and desperately dragging me like a raging fire, and my heart couldn't help but twitch, and my hand subconsciously gently stroked the uneven scars, and my heart was so distressed that I couldn't help but feel more distressed.

The legs under his hands trembled slightly, and the boy's whole body trembled slightly, and I looked up at the boy, and saw that his eyes were looking straight at the crisscrossing scars on his legs, and there was a blank in his big dark purple eyes.

"Huh? Why do I have these scars on my legs, why are we here, it's so strange! Aren't we supposed to play in the streets? Why are you here? ”

The young man's beautiful face was slightly sideways, and he looked at me with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he was struggling with these questions, and there was an insoluble distress in his dark purple eyes.

When I listened to his questions, I was horrified, playing on the street, could it be that I took him to the street eight years ago, the only time?

"Yexue, don't you remember the fire in the courtyard of Sufu eight years ago, and why we are here?"

I asked in a deep voice, my eyes fixed on the expression on his face.

Ye Xue looked at my serious expression, and began to lower his eyes and ponder, his delicate facial features wrinkled tightly, as if he was trying to think about something, but after a while, he suddenly hugged his head with both hands, and cried loudly: "Little aunt, I hurt so much, my head hurts so much, it hurts so much......"

"Xue'er, I'm sorry, it's my little aunt who is not good, we don't want to, we don't want to......"

I watched him clutch his head in pain and cry out in pain, and my heart couldn't stop throbbing, so I took him into my arms, and stroked his soft silver white with my right hand over and over again, trying to calm his intense pain.

The boy's body twitched uncontrollably in my arms, but it slowly calmed down, and he no longer screamed and had a headache.

"Sister-in-law Shen, what do you think of Yexue?"

Watching the night snow gradually calm down, I raised my head and looked inquiringly at Sister-in-law Shen who was standing on the side.

Sister-in-law Shen looked at the night snow in my arms silently for a long time, and she didn't step forward to check the pulse, so she gestured to Shen An beside her.

"Ah Mo said that Yexue may have been stimulated by something so strong that he subconsciously wanted to forget about a painful thing, so this situation will occur, and it will get better after a long time."

Shen An explained to me, and I suddenly realized, and stroked Ye Xue's long hair distressedly.

How much pain did this child endure in those eight years that made him subconsciously want to forget this painful memory?

The self-blame of the end swept over me, making me unable to breathe, and all that was left in my heart was the guilt and love for the young man in my arms, and nothing else.