"Well, there's nothing else to do, you hurry up and get the money to buy something delicious. Remember to add some clothes to yourself, otherwise you will really catch a cold. I'm still a little sleepy, I didn't sleep much last night, I have to go back to my room to lie down, I'm really tired. ”

Ivan spoke, then removed his hands from the boy's palms and his shoulders, no longer touching him.

This kind of physical communication is now considered to have achieved Ivan's main purpose, and if it goes too deep, it may backfire.

Instead, it will seem that Ivan is somewhat contrived and unnatural, and some things are good in moderation, such as talking to the boy for a long time.

Ivan had a faint smile on his face, and he looked at the boy's appearance, and the boy's expression gradually relaxed, and he was no longer nervous.

The two of them were finally in a more suitable atmosphere, and after saying everything about today, the boy nodded, very relaxed.

Ivan's smile is more comfortable, this is a smile from the heart, this is a light smile with nothing to do, and he can go to sleep.

"Childe, if there's nothing else to do, I'll go first. I will be the first to inform you of any other circumstances. ”

"Okay, thank you very much. Go, go back. ”

At this time, the conversation was much more relaxed than before, and Ivan did not speak with other gestures, he just said with his mouth.

The boy put all the money in his palm in his pocket, which was already torn and porous.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the boy to wrap them all together as much as he could, lest he suddenly fall off when he was walking on the road.

The movement of the boy's hand accompanied his body as he turned, and Ivan looked at his back, almost on the same level.

There was a sense of vicissitudes that Ivan couldn't speak, and this sense of vicissitudes did not correspond to the boy's age, and it should not appear in a boy who was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Ivan took a deep breath and retracted his previous smile, separating from silence and sadness.

After speaking, Ivan always felt as if he had not asked clearly, or had forgotten to say something.

After the boy had packed all his things, he was ready to leave, while Ivan was in the room all the time, watching him slowly clean up.

The boy was just about to open his legs, but Ivan's eyes were quick and he put his right hand on the boy's shoulder, just like before.

"Wait a minute."

Ivan put his arm on the boy's right shoulder this time, and the boy was stunned for a moment, but did not react in any way.

Compared to the panic of the first time, the boy was obviously a little open to Ivan at this time, and he did not move his position.

This time the boy could feel the warmth of Ivan's palm coming from his shoulder, the warmth he was familiar with.

It was a warmth very similar to that of the boy's own brother, and he stood outside the door and stopped, as if time had stopped.

The boy's eyes were focused and he didn't want to turn back immediately, but there was a slight change in his eye sockets.

Before he knew it, the boy's eyes began to be a little red and moist, maybe it was his own feeling.

When the boy and his brother said goodbye, it was such a scene, if you say that there is a difference.

That is, outside of different doors, different hands on the same shoulder, and personal feelings are very similar.

It's just that the boy wants to suppress his emotions as much as possible, and he doesn't want to show it in front of Ivan, they don't know each other that well.

It would be humiliating to say that, and the boy lowered his voice and asked Ivan in decibels that only the two of them could hear.

"Childe, do you have anything else?"

The boy didn't turn back in a hurry, but Ivan wasn't so formalistic and insisted that the boy answer the question with his face facing him.

He had only a small problem, and Ivan's hand squeezed his shoulder gently, very gently, again.

"It's not a very important thing, I just suddenly found that I haven't even asked your name after talking to you for so long. I'm really sorry that I didn't know what to call you for so long, I want to ask you what is your name? ”

Ivan's voice didn't get smaller with the boy's voice, it was still that loud, as if there was no difference in the size of the voice.

The boy was stunned again, as if he didn't realize that Ivan would actually ask himself such a question, and he was quite serious.

All that came to the boy's mind were what others called him, wild child, little beggar, and so on.

Over time, the boy gradually got used to it, and didn't want to argue about anything, after all, his identity was just a beggar.

When you can't change the facts and the eyes of others, it's easy to become incompatible with yourself after a long time, so it's better to accept it.

In the boy's mind, he personally felt that no one needed to know his name, and no one wanted to know his name. He just needs to be an existence that no one cares about, at least it won't affect the normal life of others.

You don't always want to be cared for, even if it's a name, you just need to remember it.

Few people would ask Ivan what his name was, it didn't matter to them at all, he was just a beggar.

But Ivan's words, his question was warm, and the boy was more than happy to answer him, and he was willing to care for him at this time.

It's not that the boy doesn't want to tell others his name, but he doesn't want to take the initiative to tell others his name, and there is a difference between the two.

To others, the boy is nothing more than a beggar sitting on the ground, and he may not exist for more than half an hour.

What does it matter and difference between such a person, this kind of existence that has no meaning to others, whether you know his name or not?

But the boy didn't have a long psychological struggle, this was originally just a simple question, and he could answer it with his mouth open.

It didn't take much thought for the boy to pause, and then suddenly he thought of something, obviously paused for a moment.

The boy did not know who Ivan really was, or if he would be an acquaintance from his hometown, and quickly dismissed the idea.

Whether it was or not, no one wanted to have anything to do with them since everything that had happened to their own family.

Thinking of this, the boy slowly turned his head back, with a long-lost smile on his face, his own long-lost smile on himself.

The boy had long since remembered how long it had been since he had smiled so happily as he had now, the smile that had disappeared from his face.

"Childe, just call me Xiao Si."

The boy's answer to Ivan's question was a very simple and brief one.

How could the boy not know his name, it was just that he didn't want to say it.

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