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Even if no one knows, Xia Xin himself knows it.

I haven't changed.

It's still the same as when I was a child, so timid and cowardly.

It's still the coward who would leave his parents and run away when he was a child, be scared and helpless, and push his sister out in fear, poor worm.

I just pretended to be strong and pretended to be strong to show my sister.

And, once the night is gone...; …; Not really!

If you are alone, you can't do anything.

Only know to escape, to fall, to sink in darkness.

own essentially. Still a coward.

Xia Xin had a dream, and dreamed of a bright red, terrifying, bloody, full of killing and wailing.

Xia Xin struggled as usual, struggling hard, shouting weakly in this desperate space.

It's just that this time it's a little different, this time it's not just him, he doesn't sink in darkness and despair anymore, he is no longer surrounded by fear and resentment, there are so many warm rays of sunshine, although tiny, but straight through the blood, shining in, so that Xia Xin's cold body and mind are gradually warmed.

There was a hand that took her and passed over, a warm, sunny feeling.

Xia Xin woke up in a daze, and found that there was a familiar ceiling in front of him, and the surroundings were all too familiar scenery, this was...; …; Own bedroom.

"At home?"

Xia Xin muttered quietly, but he hadn't reacted to the situation yet.

In the curtain covered on the left side, a faint dawn was revealed, reminding Xia Xin that it was about 6 or 7 o'clock in the morning.

In the slightly dimly lit room, there are some familiar scenes, familiar stools, familiar computer desks, familiar computers, familiar notebooks...; …;

It's just that everything is already covered with a little dust.

It's been a long time since I've touched anything in this room.

As soon as Xia Xin turned his head, he found that Leng Xuetong was sitting next to him, hanging his head slightly, his eyes closed, and there was a slight breathing sound in his light nose.

Apparently already asleep.

Xia Xin doesn't remember very well, how he came back with Leng Xuetong yesterday, and how he slept down.

He only remembered that from death to life, his spirit collapsed, and then the suppressed emotions poured out like a flood bursting the embankment, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Then, as soon as he remembered it, he realized that he was sleeping alone every night, with nightmares and yelling. He also cried, which was all told to him by Yanmei.

As long as he sleeps alone, he will have nightmares, and he will always wake up cold, frightened, and drenched in cold sweat.

Only last night. He felt a hand grasp him, pulling him out of the endless slaughter, giving him warmth.

As soon as Xia Xin's eyes lowered, he saw Leng Xuetong's hands holding his right hand tightly.

It's this warmth. It reassured him a little.

It was this hand that pulled him out of the mire.

"Sit...; …; One night? ”

Xia Xin sat up slowly, wanting to slowly withdraw his hand without alarming Leng Xuetong.

However, with a slight movement, he woke up Leng Xuetong.

Leng Xue's little hand trembled. The body moved slightly, and then the little head was slightly raised, and Xia Xin's eyes were square.

The two looked at each other for a full minute.

I don't know who spoke first, but I said, "Early." ”

Then, another person also replied customarily, "Early." ”

It's like the habit of the two of them sitting on the couch together every morning, drinking milk, and watching the morning news.

In fact, the morning news is not good at all, the only thing that can make Xia Xin pay attention is the female anchor, and the reason why he can persevere every day to watch the boring morning news is...; …;

Xia Xin lowered his gaze slightly, but immediately met Leng Xuetong's gaze again, "Why are you, here?" ”

Leng Xue's pupils fell, and when she lowered her head, she found that she was still holding Xia Xin's hand tightly, which made her quickly withdraw her hand in surprise, pretending to be unrealistic, and reaching out to pry the hair from her ears. But he couldn't hide the faintness on his little face, "You screamed too loudly, the bed was going to be shaken by you, I'm afraid you will make noise to the neighbors." ”

"Uh...; …; ”

"It's a terrible nightmare."

"Get used to it."

Xia Xin smiled helplessly.

Therefore, he likes the intoxicating smell of tobacco and alcohol, which can make him lie down and sleep. If you don't think about it, you will wake up and you won't have nightmares.

Xia Xin subconsciously reached out and took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and then touched the lighter.

Getting up a cigarette early is a habit he doesn't know when he's been getting started lately.

However, before he could touch the lighter, Leng Xuetong slapped him, his nails wiped his face, and the cigarette was swept away.

Leng Xuetong lowered her small face and stared at Xia Xindao coldly, "You smoke one and I'll take a look." ”

Xia Xin looked at Leng Xuetong helplessly, showed a relieved smile, and raised his hands in surrender, "It's so fierce, I surrender, don't smoke, if you say you don't smoke, you won't smoke, never again." ”

Xia Xin said and took out the lighter and cigarette and threw them into the trash can next to him.

It's not good to let the people around you breathe second-hand smoke, because there is no one around, so it doesn't matter to him, once Leng Xuetong comes back. He never smoked it.

Absolute!

Only then did Leng Xuetong ease her little face, and nodded with satisfaction, "It's pretty much the same, count yourself as acquaintances." ”

Xia Xin smiled, the kind of relieved smile, and asked softly, "Are you back?" ”

Leng Xuetong paused before nodding and saying, "I'm back." ”

"Isn't it a year off?"

"Came back early."

Xia Xin wanted to ask something, but Leng Xuetong had already stood up and interrupted the topic, "Let's get up and wash our faces first." Look at your ugly face. ”

"Uh...; …; ”

Xia Xin touched his cheek helplessly, "Is your face ugly?" ”

Thinking about it, I thought it was also very unimpressive yesterday, and I cried like a child, which must be ugly.

"I'm going to wash my face, too."

Leng Xuetong said and went out.

Xia Xin also got up and went to the bathroom to wash.

A familiar, reassuring home!

It's not your own anymore!

Xia Xin washed up very seriously, and when he looked up at himself in the mirror again, he felt that he was more energetic than ever.

There was not the slightest tiredness on his face, and he was in good spirits, and there was nothing more energetic than now.

He still clearly remembered what Leng Xuetong said last night, which made him feel so good that he could go up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"No matter how many times, no matter how far away, no matter where you fall, I will pull you up, and I can lend you my hand as long as you need it."

"I will accompany you, I will pull you, I will never give up on you, two people, be strong."

Xia Xin felt that there was no more haze in his heart, although he was still wondering whether a person like himself could really be redeemed, but that little doubt was quickly washed away by greater joy.

When Xia Xin came out. Leng Xue Hitomi was already sitting on the sofa as before, and the faint dawn of the morning shone in through the screen window behind her, reflecting behind her, making her beautiful little face seem to emit beautiful particles of light, which was extremely beautiful and moving.

Like a real angel, or a goddess!

The two of them habitually said hello again, as in the past.

"Early."

"Early."

Then Xia Xin went into the kitchen to soak the milk.

It's just that this time is a little different, when Xia Xin came out with hot milk and walked past Leng Xuetong, by the morning sun, he keenly noticed something unusual.

Xia Xin paused, put the milk directly on the table in surprise, walked quickly to the right side of Leng Xuetong, and stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing?"

Leng Xuetong was surprised and wanted to stop Xia Xin's outstretched hand.

Xia Xinyi grabbed her little hand and shouted, "Don't move." I'll look at your face...; …; ”

Xia Xin leaned over to Leng Xuetong's beautiful little face, and after taking a closer look, he found that there was really a shallow wound there.

"This is...; …; Last night in order to pull me...; …; ”

When Leng Xuetong saw Xia Xin stretching out her hand to survive last night, she immediately rushed over and wanted to pull Xia Xin's hand. As a result, his face was scratched by the bulge on the ground, and at that time, blood dripped onto Xia Xin's face.

The bright red blood looked particularly delicate on Leng Xue's beautiful little face. (Black Rock Network debuted, please come to Black Rock Network for support)

Xia Xin blamed himself again. I regretted it again, and I didn't think much about it, I stretched out my hand with a worried face, as if I was touching the most precious work of art, and gently rubbed my thumb over Leng Xuetong's slippery face, and I could clearly feel that it was as if I was touching a little rough scratch on the flawless, slippery jade without the slightest friction.

Although it is a very shallow wound, when it is put on Leng Xuetong's little face, it makes people feel that this scratch destroys the most beautiful thing in the world.

Moreover, this is the most important face for girls.

"They all blame me, this...; …; Shouldn't it leave a scar? ”