may resist at first, but after a long time, he will give up struggling, he will be stupid to cry in his mother's arms when he was a child, and his mother will only push him away with a look of impatience and disgust, and the disgusted eyes do not seem to be looking at his own children, but at the garbage on the side of the road.

From that time on, Chen Dongsheng will no longer be stupid to cry, he will only endure silently, and in the long run, his psychology will naturally become distorted.

Chen Dongsheng has been unpopular since he was born, he has no friends, and no one wants to be friends with the son of the J girl.

The word "relatives" made Chen Dongsheng feel ridiculous and unfamiliar.

In the summer of that year, something happened that struck him that he met the first person to smile at him.

It's ridiculous, no one has ever smiled at him since he was a child.

Obviously, the little fool was also bullied, but she still laughed, Chen Dongsheng was full of malice at that time, a fool is a fool, and he laughed when he was bullied.

But Chen Dongsheng was still fascinated by that smile, it was so beautiful, like an angel.

He was extremely disgusted and infatuated at the same time.

Both of them seem to be in the dark, but they live different selves, he is like a mouse in the gutter, and Wen Xien is like an angel who has fallen into the world.

Chen Dongsheng wanted to get close to the angel, but he didn't dare to step forward because of his inferiority complex.

Chen Dongsheng stood on the edge of the bed and restrained his slightly trembling body, his eyes were full of sadness and pain, as if he was looking at a treasure that was so precious and beloved that it was about to be destroyed.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips hanging on Wen Xien's cold jade cheek, and he didn't dare to touch it, for fear of disturbing her quiet sleeping face.

The next moment, Chen Dongsheng's eyes narrowed slightly, the cold light flashed, he touched Wen Xien's cold face extremely slowly, his fingers slid and moved to the pillow next to him.

As long as the pillow is pressed up, the little fool will leave this abominable world unconsciously, and will no longer have to endure torture and humiliation, nor will he be toyed with.

I'd rather die with incense on the branches than blow down in the north wind.

The holy and clean angel in his mind would rather be broken than broken.

Chen Dongsheng's eyes were forced to turn red by this resolute will, the person on the bed did not have the slightest sense, and the appearance of sleeping with his eyes closed lost his usual innocence, and the indescribable moving style spread out from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

It's the dizzying smile of the hot summer solstice, so dazzling in his black and white world, and it's also an angel who can be taken away by him at will, pitiful and cute.

Chen Dongsheng felt that his heart was beating violently, and his chest was suddenly chiseled out of a heavy dull pain, and a sticky sweat appeared in his palm.

His eyes were blood-red and filled with mist, and his cheek muscles tightened and bulged from his clenched teeth.

The soft pillow covered the little fool's pale face, and he pressed down slightly, and his heart was full of sadness and reluctance to shout hard-

He hadn't had time to apologize to the little fool, he hadn't taken her to see the world, he hadn't even had time to show her his heart.

Is it going to disappear like this?

Chen Dongsheng's hands were shaking, he couldn't get down in the end, and threw the pillow out like crazy, and the pillow was thrown out by him for a long time, smashed into the wall, and bounced some distance.

The person on the bed didn't react, except that her face became paler, and she was cold like a dead person.

Chen Dongsheng squatted on the edge of the couch, lifted a corner of the quilt, and saw the mottled bruises on the snow-white skin, like the snow covered with green and red berries, and the juice splashed, looking terrible and pitiful, but showing a different kind of beauty and thickness.

took out the medicinal oil that I bought in the supermarket to dredge blood congestion, poured it in my palm and rubbed it for a long time, and found a soft and thin body under the brocade quilt.

I don't know if it's a problem with the light, the man's eyes are red as if they are about to drip blood.

——

It's another day, and Wen Xien still hasn't woken up.

On the side of the bed, Chen Dongsheng lifted the person from the quilt, took him into his arms, held the porcelain bowl in one hand, took a sip, and then lifted Wen Xien's chin, pasted her cool and soft lips, and followed the open lip gap to pass the medicine into it little by little.

It wasn't until the medicinal juice was slightly cool that she finally fed a bowl, and a line of cherry red was sucked out between Wen Xien's pale lips, making her face seem to be bright.

Chen Dongsheng hugged the person for a moment, habitually stroking her smooth and flat back, as if comforting a kitten that had escaped death.

"This medicine is even more bitter than the last time." He sighed softly in Wensian's ear.

"I heard Sister Meng say that you are a person who is very afraid of hardship, if you don't have sugar, you won't take medicine, if you open your eyes and look at me, I'll give you candy."

The person in his arms didn't move, and Chen Dongsheng nodded Wen Xien's forehead in disappointment.

"If you don't look at me, I won't give you candy."

The night was longer, and in the second half of the night there was some rain, and the raindrops "crackled" on the tiles, which was a little noisy.

Chen Dongsheng lay beside Wen Xien, woke up with a slight movement, the candle flame on the table was still burning and dazzling, he hugged Wen Xien into his arms tighter, his fingers brushed the hair on the side of her cheek, and smoothed the black hair on her neck.

He stared down at the person in his arms for a long time, Wen Xien's breath was weak, his chest barely rose and fell in arc, his expression was peaceful and calm, like a dignified and white Jade Guanyin, with the flickering light and shadow of the candle flame on his face, and a cold light on his flawless skin.

"Are you still blaming me, blaming me for throwing you alone on the side of the road, don't I know it's wrong, you little fool, can you not hold a grudge like this." Chen Dongsheng's eyebrows were heavy and slightly frowned, he was already handsome, and every expression was extremely vivid on this face.

His sadness and sadness made the atmosphere more and more sad, and a choked sound came out of his throat, but he still had to hold on to his face, and he didn't want to show it again.

"I'm all wrong, what do you want me to do?"

This year's winter is extremely cold, the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, Chen Dongsheng touched a futon from the end of the bed, and gently covered Wen Xien's body, he wrapped the person in his arms through the quilt, rubbed his lips lightly on his forehead, and whispered in her ear: "Xie Wei is gone, don't be afraid, let's sleep well." ”

It was as if Wen Xien could hear it.

The night was torturous and long.

On the bed, Chen Dongsheng and Wen Xien were covered together, sleeping with their necks crossed, and their posture was abnormally intimate.

Wen Xien's slightly exposed snow-white shoulders were held in Chen Dongsheng's palm, like picking up the snow in the mountains.

The sky was cloudy and white, the snow that had been piled up on the ground was wet by the rain, melted and stained with the dirt, and the rooster's crowing resounded through the village.

Torture these dog men to death

(End of chapter)