Suddenly, Wan Qiu's hand was stung, and he reflexively retracted, the water temperature rose too high, and his hand was already hot.

Yang Ze was startled, and subconsciously opened his hands, but he didn't touch Wanqiu: "It's hot?" ”

Wan Qiu shook his head and looked down at his hands.

There wasn't even a blanching mark on his fingers.

Yang Ze breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the water flowing from the shower that was already emitting scorching hot water in the bathroom, and asked Wanqiu: "Do you know how to put cold water?" ”

Wan Qiu pressed the blue button.

"Yes, if you press it once, it will be a little cooler." Facing his younger brother, who was obviously fourteen years old, Yang was like a strange child.

After the temperature of the water is suitable, the warm and suitable flow of water wraps around the fingertips, and the feeling of the fingers being washed makes Wanqiu feel comfortable.

Wan Qiu is more like playing with water unconsciously than testing the water temperature, and the child's bright eyes seem to be reflected in the water waves.

Yang Ze stared at Wan Qiu's side face, and said in a ghostly manner: "Wan Qiu, do you want the second brother to help you take a bath?" ”

Hearing Yang Ze's words, he raised his head, and Yang Ze was reflected in his clear eyes.

Yang Ze vaguely felt that under these eyes, it was not so much that he was looking at Wan Qiu, but more like looking at himself in Wan Qiu's eyes, and his emotions were illuminated by these eyes.

Yang thought Wanqiu would refuse, but Wanqiu nodded.

Yang was a little surprised.

He really wanted to be close to Wan Qiu, but he didn't really want to give Wan Qiu a bath on the first day they met.

I just had an inquiring attitude, but I didn't expect to get a positive answer.

It seems that for Wan Qiu, vigilance and recognition of life will only exist for a short time, and he seems to have really let down his guard very quickly.

In other words, Yang sensed that Wan Qiu quickly changed his fear and defense of him after Yang Xiaoyu trusted him.

"Wanqiu can't take a bath by himself now?" Yang asked.

Wan Qiu blinked, as if he was confused by Yang Ze asking another question like this, but replied, "I will." ”

Yang was silent.

Then why would you let yourself bathe him?

Is it because he asked?

Looking at Wan Qiu, who was standing there looking at him, Yang asked tentatively, "Do you want the second brother to help you undress?" ”

Wan Qiu was looking at him, his shadow was always reflected in those clear eyes, and Wan Qiu nodded again.

Staring at Wan Qiu, Yang Ze's eyes were complicated, and he bent down: "Raise your hands?" ”

Wan Qiu obediently raised his hands.

Wan Qiu's obedience was enough to support Yang Ze's guess - Wan Qiu would not refuse any request at all.

Yang asked Wan Qiu to take off his clothes, just to check if Wan Qiu had any wounds on his body, and to deal with them in advance, as soaking the wound in water would not be conducive to recovery.

Wan Qiu only wore a thin layer of summer clothes, and after fading off, his body that could almost see his ribs was exposed in front of Yang Ze.

In Yang Ze's hand, Wan Qiu's clothes hung weakly between his fingers, and the residual body temperature of Wan Qiu was not even comparable to the temperature of his palm.

Looking at his thin body covered with scars, Yang felt as if he had been suddenly choked by the throat.

Silence and darkness were like black thorns, piercing flesh and flesh down his body, tending to his bones.

There are still many traces of wiping potions on Wan Qiu's body, all of which are the smell of potions and disinfectants, because his too thin body makes Wan Qiu's head look big, just like a body that is already very difficult to support his head.

Fourteen years old.

Yang clearly remembered Wanqiu's age.

But how can this be a fourteen-year-old body?

"Are there any open wounds?" When Yang found his voice again, he felt that his throat was dry, and the strange emotions in the depths of his heart coiled his mind dizzy.

What does an open wound mean?

Wan Qiu didn't understand and didn't speak.

Yang Ze's voice was lower than before: "Wanqiu, turn around." ”

Yang was not happy.

Wan Qiu was keenly aware of Yang Ze's mood, and changed from not being happy to being unhappy.

Why? What to do?

You can't run away, but you don't know how to defend yourself.

Wan Qiu tried hard to think of an effective solution, but he couldn't.

He just opened his hands and spun around half a circle in front of Yang Ze.

Wan Qiu's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, hiding his nervousness.

"Isn't it long since you got hurt here?" When Yang was behind Wan Qiu's back, he noticed a relatively obvious scar on the outside of Wan Qiu's arm, which should be a trace of an open wound.

Elsewhere, there are more bruises and scars.

Wan Qiu looked down at the wound that had almost healed, it was a car accident some time ago, and the bleeding wound was now almost recovered, and replied, "The car is hanging." ”

Yang looked at Wan Qiu, the largest scar still had traces of messy sutures, enough to see that there were quite a few of these scars, and even once endangered Wan Qiu's life.

Yang Ze's hand wanted to touch these scars, but his hand was empty in mid-air, and he didn't even have the courage to touch it.

"Wanqiu." Looking at the slender Wan Qiu with his back to him, without the gaze of those eyes, Yang Ze found that he had the courage to say what he didn't dare to say, "Do you remember the second brother?" ”

How many people can remember the memory before the age of five?

Why do you ask such a question, do you want Wanqiu to remember, or are you afraid that Wanqiu will remember?

Wan Qiu blinked.

He turned around and went to see Yang Ze.

Yang Ze's eyes were very dark, as if they were filled with thick ink that could not be dissolved.

Wan Qiu couldn't tell what kind of answer Yang Ze wanted.

I don't know how to answer Yang Ze is what Yang Ze wants to hear, and under the full 'unhappiness', Wanqiu chose the safest way and was silent.

"I'm sorry, the second brother didn't ask." Yang covered his eyes, or rather preferred to cover his face.

I don't want my expression to make Wanqiu nervous.

"There are no wounds, go wash them." Even after hearing about Wan Qiu's situation, Yang Ze found that he couldn't really stand in front of Wan Qiu normally, "Second brother is waiting for you outside, if there is any pain and you can't wash it, you can call me in." ”

Yang closed the bathroom door and stood still, listening to the changing sound of water.

Unable to lean against the wall next to the bathroom door, Yang Ze couldn't even sigh.

He fled in a hurry.

The wounds on Wan Qiu's body and his calm expression as if he didn't care about the wounds seemed to be accusing him.

The scars left by someone and because of something were all pointed at him like black and vicious fingers, mocking, contemptuous, and accusing......

It's all your fault. ’

You caused all this to him! ’

'Because you lost him!' ’

Wan Qiu stood in the bathtub, and the delicate feeling of the warm water washing on his skin was very comfortable.

Why is this so?

Is it because the shower is different?

Wan Qiu tilted his head and looked at the shower, the fine and dense shower did not have a hole in the blocked water flow, it fell fine and evenly, Wan Qiu blinked, as if he saw that the shower was like a blooming flower.

Wanqiu unconsciously stood on tiptoe, wanting to take a closer look at the shower.

There was a sudden slip under his feet, his body lost his center of gravity, and he subconsciously fell to the side.

The subordinate unconsciously grabbed and waved and suddenly grabbed the safety handrail set up on the side, while the other hand unconsciously pushed off the toiletries placed on the edge of the bathtub.

Things were scattered all over the ground.

The moment Yang heard the voice, he suddenly opened the bathroom door, and Wan Qiu held the safety handrail with one hand at this time, and was already kneeling in the bathtub.

The moment Wan Qiu raised his eyes to look at Yang Ze, Yang Ze suddenly saw that his eyes, which were slightly covered by his wet and slightly long hair, were all panicked.

"Wanqiu ......" Yang Ze suddenly called Wanqiu's name, but saw Wanqiu suddenly close his eyes and let go of the safety handrail.

He curled up in the tub, his hands around his legs, his face buried in his arms, his whole body tense and curled up, as if resisting something to come.

Yang suddenly stopped where he was.

The toiletries that had been scattered all over the ground were messily blocked between the two of them.

It seems that for Wan Qiu, this place is the evidence of his mistakes.

Wan Qiu didn't tremble, his thin fingers were clenched extremely tightly, and he shrank in a corner where the water could not touch.

Yang opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn't even make a sound.

Bending down, Yang Ze went to pick up the toiletries on the ground, and for a while, Yang Ze didn't even have the courage to look up at Wanqiu.

However, a thin hand stretched out from the bathtub, and in Yang Ze's field of vision, he also picked up the scattered items.

Yang pauses in the movement of his fingertips, raises his eyes, and looks at the child in front of him.

Wan Qiu's eyelashes were trembling slightly, like a cat that had knocked over the cat litter, but he wanted to save something, and came to the master's side with his ears down.

Obviously, he was so scared that he stiffened just now, but he still had to clean up the mess with his own hands.

Yang Ze even felt that his actions of cleaning up were not a silent threat to Wan Qiu.

"Does it hurt somewhere?" Yang Ze didn't get Wan Qiu's answer, and asked repeatedly.

Wan Qiu shook his head.

Yang looked at the safety handrail, although he installed this just in case, he didn't expect to use it on the first day, but it was ...... Glad.

Yang Ze stretched out his hand and patted the top of Wan Qiu's head, but Wan Qiu closed his eyes, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone.