Forbidden color

He cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, he turned around and put his face in Wen Sirin's arms and wailed heartbreakingly, tears gushed out, soaking the clothes on Wen Sirin's chest.

Like a bewildered toddler, he has no other way to express his sadness except crying.

He heard Wen Sirin call his name softly, sobbing out of breath: "Brother, I'm sorry...don't scold me anymore...don't talk to me..." Wen Sirin hugged his His hands tightened again, his chest ached from crying, and his internal organs were about to be damaged, so he was folded up and hugged tightly in his arms and walked out.

He couldn't stop, and he didn't know where so many tears came from, as if the pain that was buried deep in his heart and slowly fermented could finally be vented through this unreasonable crying.Wen Sirin didn't tell him to shut up, nor did he stop reasoning with him, but just like before, he didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, and let him cry to his heart's content.

Encouraged by this little silence, he cried more and more sadly. He clearly knew that he had done a lot of wrong things, but why did he still have so many grievances in his heart?

He couldn't understand at all why it was so difficult for the good boy they asked him to be.

He heard Wen Sirin whispering in a low and vague voice close to his ear: "Tian Tian is good, Tian Tian is not sad... Can you tell brother?" Wen Sirin wanted to put him on the sofa On the first day, he cried so that his hands and feet convulsed, but he refused to let go of his brother's hand, wishing that barbs would grow out of his body and hook on Wen Sirin's body: "Brother, I was wrong...Brother, I'm sorry..."

"...It's okay, Tiantian didn't do anything wrong..." Wen Sirin paused, as if a voice came out of his throat, "Brother doesn't blame you..."

Hearing this, he cried even louder.

It seems that when he was an ignorant child, no matter what mistakes he made, someone always cared about whether he was okay or not, whether he was happy or not.

"Brother, I forgive me...don't leave me, okay...don't you promise me everything? Don't you give me everything?"

Since when did Wen Sirin, who was holding him in the palm of his hand, suddenly disappear.

Then Mom and Dad disappeared, and Xu Qingyang also disappeared.

When they saw the real him, they all started to hate him.

He clutched Wen Sirin's collar and cried out in tears, as if letting go of his hand would end the illusion.

Wen Sirin caressed him, kissed his fluffy hair for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "...well, let's not go."

"Lie...you lie...you will drive me away when you are angry, and me, my friend...I have done everything you said, really, what else do you say!" Wen Sitian His throat hurt from crying, as if he could ooze blood from the torn vocal cords, he broke down and went crazy, "I won't eat ice cream, and I won't eat the roadside stalls anymore, what do you want, brother!"

Wen Sirin hooped him around his heart, and the hoop became tighter and tighter, his eyes were full of crimson blood, mixed with messy love, as if he wanted to break off the freshest flower bud.

His voice was like a midnight violin, sad and gentle: "Tian Tian don't cry, okay?" He caressed Wen Sitian's neck with his fingers, trembling slightly, "You didn't do anything wrong, I was wrong... ..."

I don't know if this is a comfort to him who is about to collapse, or a remorse discovered by his conscience, Wen Sitian has no time to distinguish, he cried until his head was buzzing, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"I've been waiting for you for a long, long time... You, you clearly said that you would come back during the summer vacation... You clearly said that you would take me to Qinghai and Tianjiang, and that you and Yan Qing saw beautiful peach blossoms, and you will take me to see them next time ...you never cashed in once..."

Wen Silin was silent for a while, then said softly: "...Okay, I'll take you there." He put his face on Wen Sitian's hair, and said to himself, "I won't lie to you..."

Wen Sitian cried too much, spoke incoherently, complained over and over again, took the opportunity to settle all the accounts, and threw out the rotten sesame seeds of Chen Guzi in the corner of his memory, but Wen Silin agreed to his every request very gently. In a word, it seems that he is afraid that he will cry to death here.

Just like how Wen Sirin hugged him when he was a teenager many years ago, his arms are still slender, stretching out the bones of a teenager, and he is not yet strong enough to leave home to go far away easily.

But once he started to move forward, Wen Sitian could no longer catch up with him. The short age difference between them separated them into two worlds.

I don't know how long it took, he cried so much that he couldn't open his eyes, and his voice gradually became quieter, before Wen Sirin patted him and said, "Stop crying, okay?" Seeing that Wen Sirin wanted to let go, he pursed his mouth and wanted to start.

"I changed my clothes, you vomited on me, and you hugged me for so long, don't you think it's dirty?" Wen Sirin smiled slightly, the end of his eyes were red in the warm yellow light, his eyes were swollen, and he was stunned Watching Wen Silin calmly get up, changed into a clean top with the scent of softener, came back and hugged Wen Sitian, who was crying like a piece of salted fish, back to the bed.

All his strength and energy flowed out with overwhelming tears. Mu watched Wen Sirin coming in and out blankly, first wiped his face and blew his nose, then held his face for a closer look, and suddenly laughed: "Crying like a pig's head."

When the porridge was finished, there was a faint fragrance from the kitchen. Wen Sirin went to clean up the vomited mess first, and Wen Sitian sat alone for a while, thinking of something and crying from it, Wen Sirin had no choice but to She dropped the mop and ran back to continue hugging him, comforting him softly.

Consciousness was drowsy, he heard Wen Sirin's voice, as if it came from the distant summer: "Do you remember, when I was a child, I took you to play roller skating, and you fell down by yourself. You were fine, but a passing sister hugged you." When you get up, you see a beautiful sister who loves you, so you start crying coquettishly, no one can coax you well..." Wen Sirin stretched out her hand and gently rubbed his soft cheeks, "...Do you remember?"

Wen Sitian sniffed and shook his head, Wen Silin brushed his wet hair away.

"...the pretty sister was so scared that she hugged you all the time, and you didn't stop playing all afternoon..." As he talked, he fell into a short memory, and looked at Wen Sitian and smiled involuntarily.

"I don't remember..." Wen Sitian said in a low voice, Wen Sirin's left pajamas were wet from his crying, he squirmed twice, found a dry corner of the clothes to lean on and continued to cry.

"...I always feel that you have always been so small, coquettish, and obedient, and like all children, you never regret the person you love." Wen Sirin's voice gradually faded away, "...I will give you a small piece of pure land , you can live there forever.”

The raindrops hit the windowpane in twos and threes, and he covered Wen Sitian's eyes with his hands, covering the indoor light, and waited for Wen Sitian to fall asleep drowsily.

"But you have to grow up, what will you do when you grow up... but what will you do if you don't grow up... I'm afraid I can't help it..."

He was dazed, listening to Wen Sirin's murmurs, still immersed in his grievances, slowly pushed into a dream by his brother's low sigh.

Half-dream and half-awake, the lights in front of his eyes were still shaking, Wen Sitian was exhausted from crying, and he barely fell asleep. In his dream, he was also worried, seeing the passengers in the carriage mutated, their heads rolled from their necks like overripe rotten oranges He fell, and then stretched out his rusty pointed nails to scratch his legs.

He struggled to get out of the dream, but was suddenly awakened by the pain in his leg, he shrank reflexively, but his ankle was caught in Wen Sirin's hand.

He showed his slender white legs, his trousers were halfway down, and his right leg was covered in scrapes from knee to ankle. There was not much blood, and it hadn't been treated for a while, and there were swollen tissue fluids in several places.

Probably after sleeping for a while, Wen Sirin wanted to undress him, but unexpectedly his legs were covered with injuries.

Wen Sirin's hand was holding his ankle very hard, his eyes hurt, he panicked in his heart, expecting another violent storm.Wen Sirin was very afraid that he would get hurt, and when she got angry, she wanted to scold him, but this time she spoke in a steady and gentle tone: "How did you do this..." There was a sigh in her voice that couldn't be concealed.

Wen Sitian twitched his leg timidly, he didn't have a penis, but Wen Sirin didn't speak harshly, he wasn't so scared anymore, and replied in a low voice: "I fell down the steps...it wasn't intentional..."

His voice was hoarse from crying.

The hand that squeezed him was slowly released, and there was a dark red circle around his fair ankle, Wen Sirin rubbed it lightly for him, without forcing him, carefully helped him take off his pants, and then got up to look for him. medicine chest.

The hydrogen peroxide was very irritating, and Wen Sitian's teeth were sore after taking the medicine, and he didn't cry out. He knew that Wen Silin was in distress, and his hands were shaking.

"Tian Tian, ​​don't spoil yourself like this..." Wen Sirin wrung out the cold towel, took off Wen Sitian and wiped his body, groping everywhere worryingly, fearing that something might be wrong with him.

He felt guilty, like a bastard who destroyed his body to threaten his beloved, sick and selfish, he grabbed Wen Sirin's hand and earnestly assured: "Brother, I really didn't mean it, I was dizzy, I didn't stand firmly, Not again, don't be sad..."

Wen Sirin looked into his eyes and smiled slightly, but there was a gentle sadness showing from between his brows.

He carried the computer back to the bedroom, leaned against the bedside to do things, and turned the light to the lowest setting. He was afraid that Wen Sitian would touch the wound in his sleep, so he put one of his legs on his body.

His typing voice was also very soft. After a long time, he whispered, his voice was like a low lullaby: "Are you noisy? Can you fall asleep?"

Wen Sitian pretended not to hear, and the fine tears seeped into the pillow.