windy and warm

A pot of cactus on the balcony sits quietly in the corner, thick curtains cut off the light in the room, the small figure sits quietly in the corner just like the pot of cactus, the steamed bun in his hand is already cold, and he wants to eat it Some hard.

On the small street downstairs, people returning late were hurrying. The little boy looked at the sky while nibbling on a steamed bun. He hoped that it would not be too cold or too dark tonight.

With a bang, the balcony door opened, a beam of light shone from the room, and a thin quilt was thrown on the little boy.

"Cover it, don't freeze to death."

swish.The door closed again.

The little boy pulled the thin quilt on his body and wrapped himself up. It seemed that he would not be able to get in tonight.

He didn't feel bad about it, because it was already commonplace. The nights when he couldn't go in the house were the days when his mother's boyfriend came to the house. On such days, he couldn't sleep in the house. The only reason he could go in the house was to go to the bathroom.And such a day is not very bad for the little boy, because after the night, his mother will buy him meat the next day, and if his mother is in a good mood, he may be hugged.

With such anticipation, the little boy wrapped himself in a quilt and slept in a corner. The leftover steamed buns were placed in a bowl next to the cactus, and he could eat them again tomorrow morning.

At the age of six, he is old enough to go to elementary school, but he hasn't even been to kindergarten.He has no friends of the same age, no toys, and no picture books. He only has a dirty flannel pig that was given to him by one of his mother's boyfriends.The little boy liked that boyfriend very much, because he was the only one who let him in and bought him maltose.

"Small... small mountain..."

With his little head out of the bed, eyes still open, he raised his head to look at his mother, and suddenly smiled.

Today is a very happy day for the little boy, because his mother took him out.

There are many people in the mall, and the mother is the most beautiful, the little boy feels proud.My mother has long hair like silk satin, big and bright eyes, and red lipstick on her water chestnut-like mouth. Because being held by his mother, the little boy is extremely happy.

Bought new clothes and ate cakes.Although it is difficult to keep up with my mother's footsteps, as long as I am with my mother, it doesn't matter how hard it is.

"Xiao Shan, we are moving. Mom will soon find you a father. Now that you have a father, is Xiao Shan happy?"

The little boy nodded desperately.

That day, the little boy will never forget, it was his happiest day, because his mother smiled beautifully that day, because he lost his mother after that day.

The bed is very warm, warm, and warm, ah, I don't want to open my eyes, I don't want to leave the bed.

"are you awake?"

A very gentle voice was right next to his ears, and a warm breath breathed into his ear sockets. Yu Xiaoshan closed his eyes and frowned, then opened his eyes suddenly as if he was shocked by electricity. In front of him was a person's chest, with the sweater on the top of his sweater. There was also the scent of fabric softener, and with his strong arms wrapped around him, Yu Xiaoshan clearly felt a kiss on his head.

"You sleep like a shrimp."

A joke.

Yu Xiaoshan hurriedly raised his head to look at him, but he gave the person who was holding him a head hammer. Yu Xiaoshan suddenly felt his mind go blank for a few seconds, and then the pain spread from the top of his head to his whole body. The man also groaned.

"My teeth are about to break."

Yu Xiaoshan pushed him away a little, and looked at him anxiously and apologetically.

Ye Lingtao rubbed his chin and smiled helplessly, his eyes were still moist, which showed that it really hurt.

Before Yu Xiaoshan could gesture, Ye Lingtao stretched out his hand, stroking Yu Xiaoshan's head, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Yu Xiaoshan shook his head, Ye Lingtao breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged Yu Xiaoshan into his arms again, "You fainted, I was very scared. What did you dream about? Why are you crying?... I saw it, your Wound, how did you get hurt? It hurts so badly, will it still hurt? I feel very distressed. "

Ye Lingtao spoke slowly, his voice was so gentle, and his embrace was so warm, Yu Xiaoshan felt various feelings in his heart when he listened to every word he said.

The scar was on his body, but even more so in his heart. He had been carefully hiding it, and he didn't even dare to see it in the mirror, because it hurt, really hurt.

When Ye Lingtao said that he was distressed, Yu Xiaoshan's nose became sore and his eyes were hot. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.Living in the orphanage until now, he knows that no one in this world has the obligation to worry about him and feel sorry for him, so he must be obedient, not to be a burden to others, and not to let the dean worry, so Yu Xiaoshan learned to smile and treat the elders Smile and tell them you're fine, smile at younger kids and let them know he can count on them.

"Not afraid."

Unable to bear the tears anymore, Yu Xiaoshan nestled into Ye Lingtao's arms, and began to cry silently.Many years have passed, and the little boy has grown up, but he is still afraid, afraid of loneliness, afraid of the night, and afraid of pain.

Ye Lingtao hugged Yu Xiaoshan, a fragile boy.

The night before, the doctor told him that Yu Xiaoshan didn't have any serious illnesses. He wasn't sick physically, but he was hurt in his heart. He fainted because of his emotional fluctuations.There is no medicine to heal the wounds in the heart, Ye Lingtao knows this very well.

After Rong Qing and the doctor left, Ye Lingtao stayed by Yu Xiaoshan's bedside, watching him fall asleep with his brows frowning, and then he cried, with tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

What kind of injury would make a person cry while falling asleep, it must be very painful, that injury is so deep.Ye Lingtao suddenly wanted to hug Yu Xiaoshan, even if it was futile comfort, so he fell asleep next to Yu Xiaoshan, hugged Yu Xiaoshan who was curled up like a small shrimp, and gently patted him on the back .

pity him?Maybe.

It's just that that night, he didn't dream of Cui Xi, but Yu Xiaoshan who was smiling at him under the plane tree.

It's not that Ye Lingtao didn't think about Rong Qing's words, but he didn't have an answer at all. As Rong Qing said, Cui Xi had taken root in his heart, and he couldn't dig it out. He was like a thorn with deep roots. After sprouting, it wrapped his whole heart inside and out, and then the thorns were bloody, and even breathing hurt.

Ye Lingtao doesn't hate Cui Xi, he just can't forgive him, can't forgive him for using the most extreme methods to make himself miserable.

Yu Xiaoshan was innocent, Ye Lingtao knew it, but he just couldn't let himself go, so he could only drag him into the water.

The person in his arms was tired from crying, and fell asleep again. Hearing his even breathing, Ye Lingtao regained some strength in his arms, and gently kissed his hair.