What is your name?

The young man's delicate dark pupils were calm and deep, clearly reflecting He Zhili's slender and good-looking figure.

He moved his lips, and even his eyes that were as flat as Gu Tan flashed slightly.

He was personally sent by his parents, and all the formalities were gone when he was admitted to the hospital, so those snobbish people did not bother to ask him any questions about identity information, he spoke little, and his temperament was relatively lonely, so the other children directly gave him the nickname of "little mute", and they also saved him from coming to ask his name.

The boy's knuckles were slightly white.

"Yun Wen." He said, in a low tone, but calm and firm, "My name is Yun Wen." ”

"Are you used to being here?"

“……”

He Zhili bowed slightly, trying to be on the same level as Yun Wen, he looked at the bottom of the other party's dark and complex eyes, and slightly loosened his shoulders.

At that time, he was made up the most obscene nickname, and he was bound by that disgusting word for two whole years, and he almost had a nervous breakdown, forgetting what his name was.

There are still people who say "he's still a child, young, you let him", but often the malice from children is the purest and worst, they are young, and their minds are not yet fully mature, and at this stage, it happens to reflect the demons that live deep in their hearts.

Everyone has demons in their hearts.

Some people are not lucky enough to meet the person who can appease their hearts, so they embark on a biased path of crime; Some people have been gifted by the heavens, and when they are about to collapse, they meet the warmth of life, and that person seems to have a pair of invisible wings behind his back, and he bends his eyes and shows a clean and pleasant smile, and no amount of irritability will miraculously gradually subside.

He Zhili belongs to the latter group.

He met Xu Shengzhang when he was about to collapse, and he thought that he was a garbage with an expressionless face, garbage, and it was the same wherever he stayed.

Then he saw the little girl with a ball on her head and a white shirt on the edge of the banyan tree, at the door of the corridor.

The moment she stretched out her palm to him was a sunny day that he would never forget in his life.

He thanked her for reaching out to him at that time, so now, he also wanted to pull someone else's hand.

I can't bear to let others experience the pain I have experienced.

He Zhili's fingertips were still clasped lightly with Xu Youzhi's, and the girl was half-leaning against the slightly cold wall, her palms were soaked with a thin layer of sweat, and her eyelids were drooping, not knowing what to think again.

Yun Wen glanced at her, pursed his lips, and didn't speak.

Her expression is lazy, under the high bridge of her nose, the snow-white little fangs bite her lip flap, her eyes are low, and her slender and good-looking fingertips are still holding this big brother.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

Not used to it, he's not used to it at all.

There is everything here, sunshine, gloom; Kind, hateful; True, false.

He couldn't get used to it.

Yun Wen lifted his eyes expressionlessly, a half-grown boy, he should be very tall among his peers, but he was thin, and there were many emotions under his eyes, and there was a complex and deep ink color.

He looked at Xu Youzhi.

Xu Youzhi turned his eyes sideways slightly, and his eyes met him.

Then the eyebrow bone was raised, which means: What's wrong?

"Sister." The boy stretched out his hand, tangled for a moment, and reached out a little unnaturally and touched his earlobe.

Then, Yun Wen firmed his gaze, his voice was light but direct, and he simply asked her for help.

"Can you take me away?"