Wan Qiu looked at the man with a somewhat dazed expression.

There is a sense of familiarity.

However, under the sense of familiarity, it is an even more unfamiliar feeling.

The man was watching him.

That kind of look made Wanqiu very uncomfortable.

It was as if the cold disinfectant had touched his skin, absorbed the moisture, and burned his skin, leaving a blank astringency.

Wan Qiu bent down to arrange the child's clothes, looking at the ignorant and staring at his child with dark eyes like grapes.

That astringent feeling is gone.

Wan Qiu plucked up his courage and looked up again.

But the tall, black figure was gone.

The feeling that oppressed Wanqiu disappeared.

When Wanqiu lay on the bed in the orphanage, he curled up his hands and feet.

I don't know why he felt colder today than every time he came before.

Wan Qiu's sleep was groggy, and he wanted to recall the storybook that Chu Yigui read to the children at night today.

But for some reason, if you close your eyes, you can see the ashes flying in the sky.

He stood in the blank world, but his whole body was stained with these ashes.

Wan Qiu stretched out his hand to wipe it and saw the traces that had been erased.

However, what Wan Qiu saw was not only the gray dust left by the ashes, but also the words hidden in it.

Wanqiu struggled to read the content of the text.

But the ashes were too small for him to see the whole sentence.

'Orphans'.

'Garbage'.

'Disgusting'.

These messy words always seem to appear more clearly.

For some reason, he didn't want to read the words that appeared on him anymore.

However, he couldn't control his body, and wiped the ashes away over and over again, snooping, forcing himself to read.

Wan Qiu was afraid.

He was afraid.

You don't even deserve a name. ’

When this sentence suddenly appeared, Wan Qiu opened his eyes.

After breathing rapidly, the mood seemed to be calm.

The weather was already dark, and the whitening windows were still filled with water vapor condensed from the contact between the hot and cold air in the house.

There was something subtle in the air, like the smell of dry wood burning.

Sitting up, Wan Qiu looked at his hands, trembling.

Everything is clearly visible in the dream.

For some reason, it was obviously in the space of two people, but Wan Qiu seemed to feel that he was only alone.

Wan Qiu approached Chu Yigui's bedside and saw the bag bulging in the futon.

Chu Yigui turned his back to him, his hair seemed to be longer than he remembered, hanging on the pillow, dusty.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wan Qiu wanted to tuck the quilt corner for Chu Yigui, but when he touched Chu Yigui's futon.

The futon collapsed slightly.

Wan Qiu looked at the collapsed place, and fear arose in his heart.

He didn't dare to raise his eyes again to look at Chu Yigui.

Wan Qiu didn't dare to move.

He was afraid that any of his actions would cause Chu Yigui to collapse.

Wan Qiu couldn't bear it, he seemed to cry.

Even the tears were dripping silently.

Even so.

The bulging futon did not bear the weight of tears......

Wan Qiu suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky is dark and hasn't lit up yet.

Wan Qiu was still lying on the bed.

There was no collapsed futon, and he didn't even sit on the edge of Chu Yigui's bed.

Wan Qiu was confused.

Dreaming?

In the dream, did he dream too?

Is that dreaming now, or has you woken up?

Wan Qiu felt a little cold on his face, stretched out his hand, and felt the wet traces left on his cheeks by tears.

In the dream, he cried, too, but it didn't seem to feel wet.

Is he really awake now?

Wan Qiu suddenly thought that Chu Zhang said, if you don't know if you are dreaming, then pinch yourself, if it hurts, it is not.

Wan Qiu pinched himself hard in the futon.

It was very hard and I felt the pain.

Wan Qiu sat up, and in the dark night, he looked at Chu Yigui, who was on the other bed at this time.

He heard his brother's breathing.

It's reality, not a dream.

Wan Qiu took a deep breath.

For some reason, in his dreams, he was lonely, and only his own feelings were more suffocating than he had been.

Wan Qiu wiped his cheeks, but he didn't feel the tears flowing down again.

"Brother?" In the dark night, Chu Yigui's voice suddenly came.

With the sound of the futon, Chu Yigui sat up.

"Have a nightmare?"

"Hmm." Wan Qiu replied softly and asked, "Did you wake you up?" ”

"No, it's just that I don't know why it's not easy to sleep well tonight." Chu Yigui turned his head and opened the futon, "Is my brother coming over?" ”

It was a familiar scene, Wan Qiu put on his slippers and walked to Chu Yigui's side.

It's just that he didn't get into Chu Yigui's bed as quickly as before.

In the black, only faint light space, Wan Qiu stared at Chu Yigui.

As if he was afraid of something, he didn't dare to touch Chu Yigui.

"Brother, if you don't come in again, the temperature in the bed will run out." Chu Yigui said.

Wan Qiu listened to Chu Yigui's voice and stretched out his hand to Chu Yigui.

Little by little, it gets closer.

It's as if something happens with just a little bit of force on your fingertips.

However, Wan Qiu's hand was suddenly shaken.

Chu Yigui's temperature wrapped the back of Wan Qiu's hand, leading closer to Chu Yigui's cheek, and Wan Qiu touched Chu Yigui's face.

Soft, delicate, warm, solid.

The real Chu Yigui.

"Is my brother trying to touch me?" Chu Yigui asked.

"Hmm." Wan Qiu responded in a whisper.

Even if Chu Yigui couldn't see Wan Qiu clearly, just from this sound, it was enough to distinguish Wan Qiu's emotions.

"Let's sleep together." Chu Yigui pulled through Wanqiu.

Wrapped in the same bedding, as before.

When Chu Yigui touched Wanqiu, he sensed that Wanqiu's temperature was too cold.

Wanqiu is not a cold-handed physique, it is a very strange change.

Chu Yigui used his legs to hook around Wanqiu and pass on his warmth.

When Chu Yi returned the quilt to Wan Qiu, his fingers touched the hair next to Wan Qiu's cheek, which was slightly wet.

stroked the corners of Wanqiu's eyes, and there was still a moist touch.

Chu Yigui asked, "Did my brother have a terrible dream?" ”

Wan Qiu was silent and waited for some time before Chu Yigui heard Wan Qiu's answer: "I suddenly forgot." ”

"Did you wake up and forget?" Chu Yigui asked.

Wan Qiu nodded and said, "It feels like a terrible dream. ”