Qiu Xiaotong returned to Zuihua Street, and everyone looked at him strangely.

Liu Xianggong is a really good person, standing in front of the building of Hexi Ban and waiting for him.

"Xiaotong, I've been worried about you these days."

He smiled wryly: "Nothing. ”

It's really nothing, just a few beatings, scarred, and that's it.

The door was unlocked, and there was two knocks, but no one answered.

It seems that the younger brothers and sisters are not at home, but it's okay not to see him so down.

"Liu Xianggong, come in and sit down."

Push the door in, but see a mess, there is a sign on the table that has been written and Xiban, the ink in the ink inkstone has dried, the brush has been thrown on the ground, and the cup is also crooked.

He wanted to pick up the brush, but he couldn't bend down, and he couldn't make several attempts, so he smiled bitterly.

The body is finally wasted, and Xu can no longer sing.

When Liu Lingjun saw it, he hurriedly helped him, found a chair that had fallen to the ground, and helped him sit down.

Simple movements are not easy.

Don't dare to use force, the injury of the criminal law is tendons and bones, and the slightest touch is like another round of torture.

"Thank you."

"Xiaotong, you don't have to be polite to me." As he spoke, he picked up the brush again, picked up the words on the table, and looked at them.

"Miss Leng Yun is really like her words."

"You've already seen her?"

"I took a look at the face, and I just said hello."

Thinking of her cold words that day, Liu Lingjun was a little embarrassed.

"My junior sister has a strange personality, but I'm afraid that she doesn't like to talk to people."

"No, that's good."

He didn't say anything about her, and he felt that he had no fate with her.

A figure flickered outside the door, Liu Lingjun opened the door, and saw that it was Qiuchen wandering outside, and said happily: "Xiaotong, the dust has returned!" ”

Qiu Xiaotong hadn't seen his junior brother for three days, and he hadn't been separated for so long, so he was a little anxious, pulling the wound together, crying in pain, and didn't dare to move again.

Qiu Chengui was a little indifferent, looking at the small building of Hexiban in a daze, and did not come in or leave. Liu Lingjun called him, but he didn't react.

"Dusty, what's going on?" He reached out to pull him, but he was like a frightened rabbit in the woods, frantically opening his hand.

"Don't touch me!"

Qiu Chen stepped back, stepped into the air, fell down the steps, and hit the ground.

"Dust, I'm Liu Lingjun, don't you recognize me?"

He shook his head, hugged himself, and said not to touch him until he was tired and paralyzed.

Liu Lingjun watched him go from manic to tired, but he couldn't reach out to help him.

His strength was too great, as if anything that touched him had not been torn apart by him.

"Senior brother."

Qiu Xiaotong limped to the door with a limp, looking at Chengui like a cat with a cut throat, lying softly on the drunken flower street.

With great difficulty, he walked to his side, crouched down, and picked him up like a father.

He didn't push him away.

Senior brother is the senior brother in the end, and he is the only one in this world.

"Xiaotong, I'll come, you're still injured."

"No, Yoo Sang-ko...... Please help to make a basin of hot water. ”

Liu Lingjun responded, but he was not at ease, he was a person covered in injuries.

"Senior Brother ......"

"Dust, home."

"Senior brother, I hurt, I want to die in pain."

Qiu Xiaotong held him tightly in his arms, like a mother's mother, and gently patted him on the back.

He is both a father and a mother, and he pulled them from the little doll with diced radish to such a big size, and he couldn't bear to let them eat even a little bitterness.

He will eat all the suffering, so it doesn't matter.

He trembled and put him on the bed, Liu Lingjun took the hot water, and stood aside at a loss, wanting to help, but was stopped by Qiu Xiaotong.

"Liu Xianggong, please avoid it."

"Back to ...... Avoid? ”

He didn't understand a little, they were all men, why should they avoid it.

But he went out anyway, and he respected him.

Qiu Xiaotong gently wiped the little oil paint left on his face with a towel, in addition to the oil paint, there were fine and dense scars on his face, and every time he touched it, he screamed.

The sound is painful.

"Senior brother, don't wipe it, don't wipe it, I hurt ......" he pushed him away.

"Wipe yourself clean." He persuaded in a good voice.

"Don't wipe it......" he shed a tear, "I can't wipe it clean, senior brother......" suddenly collapsed, "I can't wipe it clean!" ”

Qiu Xiaotong held his outstretched hand tightly and straightened his broken hair stuck together in cold sweat.

So he fell asleep, exhausted and wounded.