The moment I raised my eyes, I saw the stairs.

A black, soot-paved staircase appeared at his feet, stretching down one by one.

In the empty world, only the black staircase is so clear.

Wan Qiu stood at the very top of the stairs.

He was dazed, looking down the stairs.

It seems that someone has fallen at the very bottom of the stairs.

One leg of the black figure took on a distinctive, distorted posture.

It's like pressed soot, scattered all over the ground.

Suddenly, black words appeared in front of Wan Qiu's eyes.

Familiar, the words that belong to the depths of his memory, Wan Qiu clearly saw it.

It's different from every time before.

This time, dense text crowded Wan Qiu's field of vision.

Chu Wanqiu pushed Chu Yigui down the stairs. ’

His leg was broken, his bones pierced through his flesh, and blood flowed all over the ground. ’

'Happy birthday. ’

'Go back to your house, trash. ’

He was taken to the hospital, but no one called the police. ’

No more. ’

……

He left the Chu family. ’

Wan Qiu looked at the fragments that were only in the depths of his memory and could not be easily recalled, and they appeared in his field of vision in a messy manner.

The black malice is like ink, constantly spreading.

They melted into the black 'blood' on the ground beneath the gray-black staircase.

It spread to the whole world of Wanqiu.

He stood on a high place, condescending.

He saw the eyes of the figure lying on the ground.

It is familiar, the eyes that he will always look at seriously, are Chu Yigui's eyes.

The eyes of Chu Yigui, who would always stare at him seriously, had no gentleness, no concentration, and no intimacy.

The cold seemed to be condensed with ice, gloom, anger, and hatred......

Wan Qiu was framed by these eyes in a world soaked in the night and eroded by ice and snow.

Wan Qiu slowly lowered his head, those black words stained his hands......

It's like being stained with blood.

Wan Qiu suddenly opened his eyes.

He slept in his own bed.

He looked up at the side of the bed, where there was still a new birthday gift he had given his brother during the holidays, a handmade house.

The beautiful and delicate wrapping paper reflected the cold white fluorescence in the light cast by the curtains that were not tightened in Wanqiu.

He was obviously preparing his brother's gift so seriously and looking forward to his brother's birthday.

In the text of the memory fragments, his congratulations to his younger brother were full of cold malice.

Wan Qiu couldn't accurately guess everything in those malicious, pitch-black words.

He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand.

I don't know what's going on either.

"I think about it day and dream it night."

Wan Qiu muttered.

It must be the same as what the second brother said, just because of this reason.

But Wan Qiu still remembers that the things in his memory must be true.

But the words in his memory said that his parents would abandon him again, but his parents said that they would not abandon him again.

Wan Qiu's thinking was chaotic and he couldn't find any clue.

got off the bed and arrived at Chu Yigui's door.

His younger brother didn't seem to be in the habit of closing the door, and the faint light of the finished handmade house shone out of the room.

Wan Qiu curled up at the door.

Chu Yigui's bed can't be seen from here.

But that dream made Wan Qiu reluctant to go further away from Chu Yigui.

The corridor is not large, not as wide as the promenade in the villa.

From the outside, you can hear the light that is unique to the city, and the rooms on the upper floors are illuminated.

The light of the handmade small house lit in Chu Yigui's room was like a night light.

Obviously, there were lights everywhere trying to illuminate Wan Qiu, but Wan Qiu was so frightened that he curled up.

I was still a little sleepy, but now it has completely dissipated.

Wan Qiu felt his heart beat faster a little.

Some of the doors that can be seen directly from the hallway seem to be gradually opened.

Something looks like it's coming in through the door.

Wan Qiu's eyes widened, not daring to look, and not daring not to look.

It was as if if he would open the door when he closed his eyes.

However, suddenly, Wan Qiu felt that something was approaching from behind him.

Breathing became rapid.

Wan Qiu's whole body stiffened in fear, and when he felt a hand reaching out from behind him, Wan Qiu's brain suddenly shut down.

However, a warm hand covered Wan Qiu's mouth, so that Wan Qiu's frightened voice could not be released immediately.

When the familiar breath entered his nose, Wan Qiu knew who the person behind him was without looking back.

In this moment, the fear was dispelled.

"Shhh, brother, don't make a noise, you'll make a noise to the second brother."

Chu Yigui comforted Wan Qiu with a breath and pulled Wan Qiu into the room with half a hug.

Chu Yigui, who never closes the door, closed the bedroom door.

Wan Qiu was let go.

But Chu Yigui's hand did not leave Wan Qiu's ear.

Gentle fingers shuttled between Wanqiu's hair, Chu Yigui withdrew his hand, and his fingers produced a moist coolness in the slightly cool night air.

"Sweating a lot and scared?"

Chu Yigui still spoke softly, not abruptly in the middle of the night.

took out a tissue on the side and wiped Wan Qiu's sweat, in the dim room, Chu Yigui had no intention of turning on the light.

Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui, who was also handsome in the dim light, and kept watching.

The smell of soot after the scorching in the dream was outlawed by Chu Yigui's breath.

Chu Yigui sighed.

"I'm sorry, brother." Chu Yigui put down the tissue in his hand, and the crumpled tissue wrapped around his fingers.

Wan Qiu suddenly heard the apology, but he was at a loss.

What is Chu Yigui apologizing to him?

"I'm sorry, brother, for upsetting you."

Wan Qiu was pulled to the bed by Chu Yigui, and the two lay down together.

When Wanqiu was in the soft quilt, he realized that he didn't know when his body was cold.

The warmth in Chu Yigui's futon that had not yet dissipated eased the coldness of Wanqiu.

"It's not that I don't want to tell my brother, it's just that I haven't found the time to tell him."

Wan Qiu was dazed, turned sideways, and could see Chu Yigui's perfect face close at hand.

He listened to Chu Yigui speak.

"In the orphanage, the man my brother saw was my biological father."

When the news suddenly came out, Wan Qiu couldn't react immediately.

However, after understanding the content, Wan Qiu's breath suddenly suffocated.

"He lost his son and now wants to admit me back."

- 'Go back to your family, trash. ’

Wan Qiu couldn't hide his stunnedness, and he looked at Chu Yigui, who looked calm in front of him.

"I didn't plan to hide it from my brother, but I didn't plan to tell my brother either."

Wan Qiu sensed something.

"I don't want to upset my brother."