Who will save him.

Wu Miao was in a chaotic darkness, walking aimlessly.

He couldn't find the direction, he couldn't find the exit, he could only cry out weakly in the darkness, and in vain dragged his tired body step by step, until a door appeared in front of him, and his eyes lit up, and his heavy steps seemed to have some strength at this moment, and he ran towards the door that appeared.

However, when Wu Miao opened his eyes again, he saw not bright sunlight, and he got up a little dazedly, finding himself in a familiar room.

It was the delivery house, and I was stunned and regained my composure.

The scene was surprisingly familiar.

Through the door, Wu Miao could clearly hear the low quarrel of his parents outside the door, although it was a quarrel, it was just a one-sided accusation from a strong father and a helpless cry from a cowardly mother.

"Look at the child you gave birth to! With such a weak body, how can you afford the reputation of the maternity house?! ”

"When you gave birth to him, you shouldn't have left him with a soft heart, but threw him into the fire and burned him to death—who would be so fragile if he was like?"

"Yes, I'm sorry...... Husband. ”

The sunlight outside the house could not penetrate the hollow and ornate cottage, and he stared in silence at the delicate stitching of the quilt, and the hands on it crumpled the folded folds of the satin quilt, gritting his teeth, but let out a mocking chuckle.

"It's the same scene again." Wu Miao slowly lay down, hid his body in the cold quilt and closed his eyes: "...... I can't think about it. ”

Even in his own dream, the scene that appeared in it was not as Wu Miao himself wished, Wu Miao opened his eyes again, it was already a bright summer outside the house, he still couldn't go out freely, dragging the sick body to sit in the gazebo of the maternity house, watching a few children laughing and holding the ball and walking towards here.

They seemed to see Wu Miao sitting in the gazebo, even though it was the middle of summer, Wu Miao was still wearing a heavy coat, no one could get close to him, and no one dared to approach him.

The malice of the child is dense and silent, and the sound of conversation penetrates into the ears of Wu Miao.

"He's just not miserable?"

"The sick seedling?"

"I heard that he won't live long, and those who are targeted by him will be unlucky."

"Leave him alone, let's go."

Wu Miao looked indifferently at the distant backs of those children, and his dark eyes could not even be illuminated by the sun.

The scene changed over and over again, and words of pity, ridicule, and disgust poured over Wu Miao's body like a fine rain, and every sentence was familiar, so familiar that it seemed as if someone had repeated it in his ear thousands of times.

"How long has the treatment been ineffective, what's the use of continuing the treatment?"

"This kid is gloomy and uncomfortable to look at."

"After dragging his feet for so long, this child is a little self-aware and knows not to lie in the maternity room."

"Is there any point in continuing to live like this after living so painfully?"

……

After hearing such words too many times, he couldn't make any waves in Wu Miao's heart, and he even looked forward to hearing what those people could say about him next time, and in a life without fun, such words seemed to have become a kind of fun for Wu Miao.

Until this pleasure ended with his mother.

The mother who gave birth to him with all her might, looked at his mother with love, and finally couldn't bear her husband's complaints, and the endless treatment process and his gloomy and depressed personality said desperately to his healthy and thriving eldest son.

"If only I hadn't given birth to that child."

No one knew that this sentence would be known by a third person, and Wu Miao never thought that this sentence would come from his mother's mouth, and he looked at the high fence and realized that he was a bird with no way out.

In the dark corner, he covered his mouth and let out a dull and maniacal chuckle.

No one loves him, so he has to love himself.

The quiet and dull young master began to become sick one day

Paranoid again, desperate to exterminate those who go against his will, no one dares to speak disrespectfully to him anymore, and all mockery and pity are turned into fear and hidden in the bowed head.

Wu Miao enjoyed it all until the bottomless swampy black mud began to consume him.

The foul-smelling sludge seemed to turn into a thousand hands that dragged him deep, and Wu Miao tried to break free, but his open fingers couldn't grasp anything.

"Help me...... Help me! ”

Wu Miao shouted in horror: "Anyone can help me!" ”

At the last moment of being swallowed by the swamp, the open five fingers finally clasped the other hand.

A silvery-white light crossed in front of his eyes.

"No misery."

*

I opened my eyes without misery.

It was not the voice of the attendant who had become accustomed to awakening Wu Wu, but Yuguo, who was now staring at him with his arms propped on either side of his head.

The silver-white fox Quan Gongji was squinting and smiling at him, and the fox on the tail of his eyes had a playful look in his eyes, "You have a nightmare?" ”

Wu Miao was a little dizzy, he had dreamed of that dream countless times, and it was no longer worth mentioning to him, so he calmly spoke to Youguo's words: "It's just an ordinary dream." ”

"Huh? Is it? Youguo was obviously not convinced, he tilted his head, and his long white hair slipped from his shoulders and fell on Wumiao's face like a light kiss.

"Obviously I was crying and shouting for help just now, but now I have this expression, it's really not cute." Youguo pinned the fallen hair behind his ears and said in a pitiful tone.

The side that he least wanted to be seen was seen by Youguo, and the expression on Wumiao's face was uncontrollably gloomy, and he said indifferently: "You are wrong. ”

Youguo was not frightened by Wu's cold voice, but he found it even more interesting, and approached Wu with the fox's natural evil eyes

miserable, there was a playful smile in the golden eyes: "No miserable, you are so fierce." ”

The wide single clothes could not hide the good scenery on Youguo's fair-skinned body, and his miserable gaze froze, raising his hand to tighten Youguo's open collar, and there was a trace of unknown panic in his voice: "What are you doing?" ”

After saying that, Wu Miao pushed away Youguo, who was propped up above him, and sat up from the mattress.

After waking up from the dream, Wu Miao rarely felt that his body was not as heavy and cold as when he woke up in the past, but even his fingers were dyed with a little melting warmth, and Wu Miao subconsciously rubbed the source of warmth around him, but found that it was because his left hand and Youguo's ten fingers were interlocked.

Unlike his pale and thin fingers, Youguo's hands were beautifully carved out of jade.

Wu Miao was stunned and said, "What's the matter? ”

Youguo looked at his lover's clasped fingers indifferently, "You're crying and holding me, what's the matter?" Don't admit it? “

Wu Miao's face was blue and red for a while, and he quickly withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and he was thinking about what he should say, when the voice of the priest next to Youguo happened to sound outside the house: "Lord Quangong Division, are you awake?" ”

"Hmm." Youguo answered, casually tucked his long hair, the single clothes on his body slid down from his shoulders with Youguo's movements, and the white skin flashed in front of Wu Guo's eyes, Youguo sat up straight and pulled his collar at will and stood up.

Wu Miao put aside his face and blocked his face with one hand, his eyes between his fingers shook for a long time, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "What are you doing?" ”

Youguo looked at it for some reason, "What did I do?" ”

Wu Miao almost complained: "What do you want to do when you dress like this? ”

Youguo looked down and saw that the single clothes were clean, just because they were a little loose after a night, and there were a lot of places exposed, but Wu Miao was a little too excited, right?

Youguo looked at Wu Miao strangely: "You...... Why are you so nervous? ”

Wu Miao was very angry and thought that he was not nervous, it was clearly Youguo's own indiscretion!

Sure enough, it's a vixen!

Youguo didn't know what Wu Miao was saying about him in his heart, but he didn't mind raising his lips and smiling, "It's all men, what's there to be shy about." ”

Wu Miao was distracted by the indifference in Youguo's words, he subconsciously looked at Youguo, who was slowly dressing

I don't care about him as an audience.

The more he didn't care about Wu Miserable, the more irritated he felt, and he restrained his cold tone and said, "What do you mean? ”

Youguo glanced at him, "That's what it means, we're all men, and nothing will happen." ”

The expression on Wu Miao's face froze, "Then you ......" Wu Miao closed his mouth again, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then what do you mean by flattering you?" ”

Youguo tidied up the single clothes on his body, he turned to face Wu Miao, Wu Miao looked at him honestly, his eyes were full of gloom.

Youguo smiled, squatted down and hugged his knees, "It's just to flatter, otherwise?" ”

"Oh, you don't think you want that, do you?" Youguo smiled wickedly, "I do like your face, but when it comes to that, I still prefer strong men. ”

Compared with the previous ones, Wu Miao is really fragile and pitiful, not to mention the height, Wu Miao, who is in his youth, doesn't even have abdominal muscles, but the skin on the lower abdomen is very tight, and it feels good.

Of course, this matter will not be said to be miserable.

The words spoken by Youguo, whose eyes were dripping, made Wu Miao's face darken, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What strong man? Do you have any other men? ”

Youguo suddenly felt a little weak, but quickly said confidently: "It's just an analogy, don't think too much." ”

The system complained: "What's going on with your scumbag-like tone......"

"For example?" Wu Miao's gaze swept over Youguo's face, and he smiled gloomily: "Got it." ”

Youguo left quickly, and as the power of Inari Shrine, he had a lot to do in a day, but before leaving, Yugo also arranged a task for Wu Miao.

"Why do you want to copy the scriptures?" There is no miserable black face.

Youguo was right: "Since it is necessary to remove the evil and copy the scriptures, right? ”

Wu Miao's hand almost crushed the scriptures in his hand, but he still smiled, and the way he laughed looked much better than the expressionless and cold appearance.

"I see."

Wu Miao didn't know if this method was useful, but his violent thoughts seemed to have gradually calmed down in this boring and monotonous behavior, and Youguo hadn't appeared since the morning, and Wu Miao sat in the room watching the next person pack up the mattress, and suddenly stopped when his eyes swept over one place.

There is a place on the tatami mat that glows with a familiar silver light.

He dropped the pen in his hand and reached out to grasp the reflective thing, a long, snow-white strand of hair, no doubt from Youguo. Wu Miao should have thrown this hair away, but he looked at it for a long time, and clenched the snow-white hair in his palm little by little.

Wu Miao was a little distracted, and there was another knock on the shoji door, and the subordinate stood outside the door and said respectfully: "Childe of the delivery house, your meal has been prepared." ”

Wu Miao snorted casually, and the subordinate pushed the door in, presenting the Zhuo Yuan platform with food in front of Wu Miao.

Instead of the tired seafood porridge, it was replaced by delicious grilled fish and crystal rice.

"Master Quan Gong Si has instructed, you can tell the kitchen what you want to eat."

Wu Miao was stunned for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Got it." ”

Quietly retreating as when he came, Wu Miao took the warm soup to his lips and took a sip, the warm current seemed to warm his cold body.

Wu Miao looked at his palm again, and the silver-white hair was still lying in his hand.

With his hand as a fist against the center of his eyebrows, he thought in silence.

It was the only thing he could hold onto

- so he will never let people take it away. ：，，.