The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Sparrows were chirping outside the window.

The dead winter has passed, and it seems to be full of irritating vitality all the time.The annual rings are rolling forward, and new green appears on the treetops, but this young man named Jiang Chen seems to have been abandoned by time in a corner.

He is forgotten.

So when he asked that question, he was even prepared not to be answered.

If you are blind, no one will care.

Jiang Chen pursed his lips, slowly loosened his grip on the quilt, and said in a soft tone, "It doesn't matter if you can't see. These eyes... are not that important anyway."

There was nothing interesting about this dirty world that he hated.

Just his sister.

He secretly hid in the corner and watched her for ten years.

From then on, even peeping became a luxury.Jiang Chen was indeed just a rat in the gutter.

It's so pitiful that it makes people feel ridiculous.

Banshu held her chin with one hand and her eyes fell on the thin layer of gauze over the young man's eyes. The skin was almost transparent. Although he was already so pitiful, he still exuded a pure and beautiful clean temperament.

She gently touched the boy's soft chestnut brown hair and said, "It will get better."

Jiang Chen took a breath.

The layer of gauze covering his eyes was suddenly stained with deeper water stains than the surrounding area. He suppressed his trembling and subconsciously grabbed Pan Shu's wrist with his big hands, like the last duckweed caught by a drowning person, "Sister... yes Sister?"

"it's me."

Pan Shu didn't struggle and let him hold on tightly.

Jiang Chen didn't know where the grievance came from. He clearly had no right to feel grievance, but he couldn't help but asked softly, "In my sister's heart, is it true that Jiang Chen will never be as good as Jiang Zhao?"

"Sorry." Pan Shu didn't know what to say to comfort him.

She could understand the boy's despair and loss.

Although he is still so young and has already suffered so much in life, he always seems to be more pitiful.It's so pitiful that even Pan Shu can't bear it.

The young man was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, which was empty and roomy. Under the clothes, it looked like a withered bone. The tip of his nose was sore and he couldn't help but shed tears.

The pale face bloomed with breathtaking beauty.

A warm spring breeze blew by.

Lifting up the hem of the young man's clothes, the countless scars on this thin body that had endured so much suffering were exposed in front of Pan Shu's eyes.

Jiang Chen held his clothes in panic. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Pan Shu's expression. He was once again glad that he was blind.

This way you don't have to see her disgusted expression.

Only Jiang Chen himself knew how dirty and ugly his body was.

Many of the scars have actually faded away, but those that were burned with pokers and penetrated by steel holes are so deep that no matter how many years pass, these marks cannot fade away.

Not even time can help.

Jiang Chen felt that he was pathetic and ridiculous.

He was obviously embarrassed enough in front of his sister.But why is it always more embarrassing?

The boy was like a rag doll riddled with holes, his eyes open and motionless, and the whole world was filled with only boundless silence and darkness.

The boy's self-esteem also died.

Pan Shu was silent for a few seconds, then she raised her eyes and looked at the boy's pale lips, "How did you get those injuries on your body?"

Jiang Chen's throat was burned by the fire, and every word squeezed out of his throat seemed so difficult and bitter. He lowered his eyes quietly, tears falling down in large numbers, "Do you feel bad?"

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "No one will feel sorry for Jiang Chen, so it doesn't matter how the injury came about."

When Jiang Zhao had a fever, his sister would carry him to the hospital anxiously and shed tears of distress.

But Jiang Chen is different.

Jiang Shenmei died in this hell on earth, but his fate was hard.

Jiang Chen was obviously very lovable when he was a child.

But I don’t know since when, he became a virus that everyone avoided.

Pan Shu gently opened the young man's sleeves, and the criss-cross scars on the snow-white skin were shocking. Some absurd conjecture that had long been buried in her heart came to light again.

Her voice was calm, "You were adopted."

"Ah."

"Jiang Chen, I need to clarify something." Pan Shu put down the young man's sleeves and said softly, "Maybe I made a mistake."

When Ban Shu walked out of the ward, it was a warm spring day, but she felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Taking a deep breath, she said slowly, "Qiqi, tell me exactly what Jiang Chen has been through these years."

System: "Okay, host."

In the ward where Pan Shu left not long ago, another young man with a rich appearance came.

He stood in front of the hospital bed, looking condescendingly at this weak, pitiful brother.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes covered the cold and eerie light.

Jiang Zhao's slender fingertips pressed against the vase, and with a "pop" sound, the glass vase rolled to the ground, and then fell into pieces. The white water lily petals also withered completely like those fragments.

He picked up a petal and slowly twisted it with his fingertips until the sticky juice flowed all over his hand. The young man wiped his hand in disgust.

These are the flowers Ban Shu gave to Jiang Chen.

He wants to destroy even this.

Jiang Chen couldn't help it any longer, but he couldn't see anything. He could only crawl over slowly following the sound, his chest heaving violently, his pale face flushed with anger, and his transparent white fingertips were feeling cold. He kept groping on the ground.

His hands were quickly cut with blood from the fragments.

The poor water lily had long since fallen to the point where it couldn't be put back together.

The young man clung to the branches of the water lily, his tears silently soaking the gauze and rolling down his slender, pale chin.

"Look at you, you can't even protect a flower."

Jiang Zhao squatted down and yanked Jiang Chen's hair with his slender hands, "Do you still want to compete with me for my sister? My poor brother, why do you want to disturb my and my sister's peaceful life?"

Jiang Zhao did not allow any mistakes to occur in his and Pan Shu's peaceful life.

He deserves to be with his sister like this for the rest of his life.

Even this relationship.

Even though he has evil thoughts towards his sister.

Jiang Zhao stood up, stared down at the fragile and pitiful boy, threw the handkerchief he had wiped his knuckles on him, and said calmly, "There are advanced enough technologies abroad that can cure your eyes. After you go abroad, don't come back again." ”

Jiang Chen stood up slowly, holding on to the wall. There was no depression or anger on his face as Jiang Zhao imagined. He just calmly explained, "Are you scared, brother?"

The tail note is very light, with a hint of mockery.

The young man's waist was as straight as green pine. He pulled off the gauze from his eyes and opened his dark and empty eyes. "At the beginning, I should have been the one my sister took away. The name Jiang Zhao should also belong to me, not you." ...the idiot who occupies the magpie's nest."