The teenager is lame, the massage is ineffective, and he can't find any problems when he goes to the hospital for examination, and the doctor's conclusion is that it is a psychological problem, and if you want to treat it, you can only go to a psychological counselor, but if you want to find a psychological counselor, you can only tell the truth about his past, otherwise it can't be treated, and it won't work.

He has had a "wonderful" life in the past few years, and if he tells the psychological counselor, I am afraid he will have to go to the police station again.

The little girl still massages the teenager every day, the teenager can't train anymore, the massage time is much longer than before, the muscle lines on her arms are clear, and the grip strength is getting bigger and bigger, catching up with the adults.

A lame leg is much more serious than one less arm, without a hand, there will be a lot of inconvenience in life, but the movement is not a problem, a lame leg, not only will the movement be very inconvenient, the physical consumption is also very terrifying, even if you are sitting, you will soon feel tired, and it takes a long time to get used to it.

At the beginning, the young man was irritable, he was already a wasted person, all the efforts he had made before were wasted, and it would be difficult to live for a long time after that, the orphans would meet, I don't know when I would meet a strange, hostile orphan, it would be completely over, if there was an active ability that could be released, it would be good to say, but the ability could only be launched passively, and the enemy could not be injured, one leg could not move, he could not fight, and he could not escape.

The boy cut open his own foot, not knowing whether he was venting his anger or wanting to "repair" his parts, he didn't feel the pain, but the blood that came out scared the little girl almost fainted, she hurriedly stopped the gloomy young man, cried to help him deal with the wound, and finally got tired from crying, curled up beside him and fell asleep.

He didn't sleep, he sat there in a daze with a pale face, his eyes glazed over, his thoughts cranky, and he didn't even know what he was thinking.

Until I heard her voice: "Don't worry, there's me." ”

The little girl slept soundly, with tears on her eyelashes, but with a sweet smile on her face, her voice was small, but it fell on the young man's heart like a ball of lava, and he gradually warmed up, and the body temperature that had been reduced by blood loss seemed to rise again.

"Huh—" He exhaled a cloudy breath, closed his eyes, and sat down on the floor and fell asleep.

From that day on, the relationship between dependence and dependence changed from one-sided to two-sided, and the boy no longer showed the slightest frustration, and occasionally a smile appeared on his always flat face, which made the little girl stunned every time, and worried that his performance would scare away the smile on the boy's face, so he hurriedly covered it up, but he couldn't escape the boy's eyes at all.

He just pretended not to find out.

The massage is still going on every day, and there is no sign of recovery in that foot, but neither of them cares, and they feel that it is good to live a life like this after living a dull life.

When he is happy, time always passes quickly, and the two months pass quickly, and those two months may not be the happiest two months for the teenager, but the two months for him to live the happiest.

Master is back.

After coming out of the police station, Master disappeared again, this time for longer than ever.

It was raining that day.

The door of the house was slammed open and slammed against the wall, so that the boy and the little girl stared at it in a daze, and the lightning illuminated the earth, illuminating the black shadow standing outside the door, and the thunder swept by, shaking their chests.

The master walked into the room with a wound and a vague step, but the reason for staggering had nothing to do with the injury, but the alcohol in the blood, and he was full of alcohol, and he sat on the bench with a bottle of wine in his left hand, and he was so drunk that he couldn't open his eyes.

The little girl hurriedly walked over and took off her soaked coat for the master, there were several big cuts on the coat, like sharp weapons, with the master's ability, it must have been besieged by a lot of enemies to be injured like this, and the person who could defeat him alone has not yet appeared.

He was injured before he went to drink, because the liquid left in the bottle was pink, mixed with some blood, and was poured into it while drinking.

The boy walked out of the door with his armpit crutches, looked left and right, and made sure that there was no sign of the enemy, and then closed the door.

When the master saw him, he seemed to remember that the apprentice was already lame, and frowned and asked, "It's not okay?"

The boy shook his head.

"Have you been to the hospital?" asked Master again.

The boy nodded: "I can't find out the problem, I say it's a psychological problem." ”

"Psychological problems?" the master was stunned for a moment and sneered, "What kind of psychological problems can a child have." ”

The boy didn't speak, and he began to worry that the master would kill him because he felt useless.

The master didn't kill anyone, but looked at the little girl who was helping him take off his shoes, sneered again, pointed at her and said to the boy, "Isn't this your psychological problem?

The young man was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the master meant, and the little girl also raised her head and looked at the master with wide eyes.

The master smiled and said, "I caught her back just for you to play, it's been so long, you haven't touched it, right?"

The boy didn't speak, only frowned slightly, and a strong uneasiness rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"It's not easy to solve your heart disease, I'll help you solve it. The Master suddenly reached out and grabbed the little girl's chest by the garment, struggling to her feet.

The little girl screamed in fright, and the boy was so startled that he pounced on her to pull her down, but as soon as he grabbed her clothes, the bottle smashed on the side of his head.

The bottle shattered, the glass shards flew out a few meters away, and fell to the ground like raindrops, and the boy lost consciousness for a short time, and only woke up again when he fell to the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the figure of the master walking towards the room.

The blood ticked and fell to the ground, and the boy struggled to stand up as if he was drunk, chased after him and threw himself at the door, hammering hard, screaming heartbreakingly, the force of the scream was so great that his throat was completely dumb.

The door was locked, tears were streaming down his face, he knew what kind of person Master was, and if he didn't do anything about it, the little girl would leave this world forever.

He slammed the door hard, his strength was still small, the bones in his shoulder were about to break, but the door did not move, he could hear the little girl's screams and cries, gasping for breath and stopping his movements, closing his eyes.

At that moment, the boy calmed down, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that his crutches had already been thrown aside, and he stood well, as if there was no problem with his left foot.

He clenched his fists and waited until his hands were no longer trembling before returning to the door cabinet, pulling open the drawer, taking out the lock-picking tool from it, and returning to the door of Master's room.

The boy's hand was steady, gently flicking the tool, feeling every vibration coming from the pad rod.

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