On Murong Zhengqing's thirteenth birthday, it was snowy.

No gifts, no blessings, no birthday parties...... But he didn't care about any of that.

The coldness of parents, the contempt of brothers, the ridicule of classmates...... He can just not care.

At the age of thirteen, Murong Zhengqing was in the sixth grade of primary school.

On his birthday, he plans to have a small gathering with a few classmates who usually have a good relationship.

It's just that when he said the words of invitation, he was rewarded with ridicule.

"It's a birthday? Young Master Murong, can you really see the hell? Twelve is not an auspicious number! ”

"It's a birthday, it's a birthday, what's the big deal! You're the eldest young master, I don't have the money to buy you a gift. ”

"Do you really take yourself seriously and celebrate your birthday?"

"I said Young Master Murong, are you really a young master? No one has ever given you a birthday! ”

"As for me, I heard that Murong Zhengqing is the least popular person in the Murong family, because he is an ominous person!"

"Hey, Young Master Murong, ...... you"

His eyes were full of hideous faces, and painful memories came flooding back. I thought I could be the same as normal, but it turned out that it was just someone else teasing.

He let out a high-pitched scream, shook off the hand of the driver who had come to reassure him, stroked the umbrella above his head and rushed into the snow.

A thirteen-year-old boy in the prime of his youth is something that the driver can't catch.

At that time, I was only concerned about meeting friends, and I didn't put on my coat when I got off the bus. He ran down the sidewalk in a thin V-neck sweater, letting the snowflakes drift down the collar into his clothes......

Murong Qing was invited by the nurse to the rest room on the third floor, and what he saw was a young man with blue lips and a pale face.

In this cold winter month, the clothes and pants on the young man's body were all drenched.

"I want to study medicine!"

Seeing him enter the door, the young man's eyes wrapped around him coldly, as if a poisonous snake was crawling over his body. He heard the young man say this, and his tone was cold without the slightest fluctuation, like a hollow and cold program in an electronic device.

He was stunned, and stared at the young man in confusion: "Why do you suddenly want to study?"

"I want friends, I want to study medicine."

"Do you have friends when you study medicine?" He really didn't understand how the boy could have such an idea.

However, the boy's words almost made him think that his ears were malfunctioning.

"Yes, aren't there all morgues?"

The boy's calm tone seemed to state something that couldn't be simpler—but it sent chills down his body. He didn't understand how a teenager could have such an idea.

He pretended to be very clear: "Yes, if you become a doctor, you will have friends, and your patients will appreciate you and respect you."

"Nope! I'm not going to be a doctor! The young man's voice was sharp, his eyes were fierce, and he roared like a trapped beast, "I want to forensic medicine!" That way they will share secrets with me and we'll be best friends! They will never abandon me!

If they still dislike me, I can be angry, they won't run, I'll chop them all to pieces, they don't run shows that they still care about my ......"

"Smack!"

Hearing the young man's extreme words, he slapped up and interrupted the young man's words, and kicked him in distress and hatred, "What are you talking about!" What are you talking about! Can you talk like that! ”

"It's not that you don't have friends, it's just that they don't deserve to be your friends!"

"Xiaoqing, you're still young, you don't understand a lot of things, okay, go back."

He closed his eyes in weariness.

This nephew was something he watched grow up with, and sometimes he knew himself better than a teenager.

For so many years, what he feared most was that his nephew's personality would be distorted, and he had been avoiding it, but he couldn't avoid it.

With such an environment, Xiaoqing is now a miracle.

"Uncle......" The young man clenched his fists and knelt on the ground with a thud, "Uncle, please don't hate me." ”

Murong Qing's heart trembled, his chest was suffocating, he suppressed the heat in his eyes, and said in a dumb voice: "Okay...... Uncle taught you how to heal...... Xiaoqing, you have to remember that the whole world has abandoned you, uncle...... Always on your side......"

So, child, grow up well, and one day you will meet better people and meet people who are worthy of you.

They will care more about you than your uncle, and they will go to great lengths for you.

"Thank you, uncle."

Looking at the man's turned back and trembling shoulders, the young man's heart warmed, and he kowtowed three times on the spot.

"Uncle, you will always be my dearest relative."

"Hmm." Child, it was the Murong family who harmed you, it was the Murong family who owed you, second brother, what you owe Xiaoqing, I will pay it back for you.

Murong Qing took a deep breath, turned around, looked at the young man on the ground, and showed his former gentleness: "I'll ask the driver to send you back, go back and let the maid boil some ginger soup, don't catch a cold."

"If you want to learn in the future, just come to the hospital."

"Also, Happy Birthday......"

Perhaps, it is best to put the child under the nose, Xiaoqing is still small, and the wound on the heart can be slowly repaired......

Since that day, the boy seems to have changed as a different person, talking more and more, and laughing more and more, but there is no warmth in his eyes when he laughs.

And Murong Qing became more and more unable to understand the child, as if overnight, the barbs on Murong Zhengqing's body were pulled out, but an iron wall was built around him.

What surprised Murong Qing the most was the super talent that he showed in medicine at a young age. Sometimes the use of medical skills by teenagers is even ashamed of the department doctors in the hospital.

At the age of thirteen, the boy's personality changed greatly, and he was originally just slandered by two sentences, but in the end he was really scary.

When he was fifteen years old, Murong Zhengqing moved out of his family, and Murong Pei, as his father, did not have any questions.

Since then, Murong Zhengqing's life has four points and one line: Qi Kai hospital, suburban villa, school, and library.

After the age of thirteen, Murong Zhengqing never had any friends by his side, and he was always alone.

Later, when he was seventeen years old, Murong Zhengqing met the expelled Dong Shi outside the company and barely had a friend.

It wasn't until college that he really had a friend in the real sense.

The first time I saw Yu Xiaobai, Yu Xiaobai was showing a hurt look because of his girlfriend's breakup.

At that time, he thought it was very strange, Yu Xiaobai's skin was also considered to be middle and upper-class, and his personality looked very aggressive, even if he broke up, he shouldn't be that kind of affectionate man.

In fact, Yu Xiaobai is still there. Even if he was dumped, even if his girlfriend broke up for such an unpleasant reason, he was just disappointed and had no resentment.

That was the first time he took the initiative to approach someone, and Yu Xiaobai really didn't disappoint him.

At first, it was just out of curiosity, but later Yu Xiaobai's opinion on strange things and strange news surprised him even more.

After getting along, Yu Xiaobai is simple and naïve, and still retains the child's expectations of the world. The most important point is that he looks at the yin and yang eyes on his body, and there are no other impurities in his eyes except envy and admiration.

At that time, Murong Zhengqing faintly felt that maybe after so many years, he was waiting for such a person to appear......

Murong Zhengqing showed a helpless wry smile, turned on the night vision light at the head of the bed, put down the scalpel, and traced the wound in his palm.

Xiaobai, you are really everywhere, even if I want to remember my uncle, you have to come out of my brain. Perhaps, it's because you know me too well.

With a long sigh softly, he picked up the Qingluan jade placed on the pillow and looked at the night vision light.

In this life, he Murong Zhengqing has no desires and no desires, and the only thing he wants is that everyone he cares about is good, but now his uncle is missing.

The only thing left around is Xiaobai.

As for Dong Shi, his origin is unknown, if he is honest, he will barely count one, and if he is two-faced, don't blame him for being ruthless.

He looked at Qingluan Yu under the halo of the light, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.