The ex of the scumbag who was dressed as a black heart lotus [Transmigration Book]

"Are you awake? How do you feel? Does your body still hurt?"

The little boy sat on the side of the bed and said with concern, his tone and expression were worried.

The object of his concern is a child, only about ** years old, with a very delicate appearance, no matter which family he puts it in, he should be a treasure in the palm of his heart and loved by his parents and elders.

It's a pity that the child in front of him has lost the love of his parents and the blessing of his family prematurely, like a baby bird that has lost its nest, lonely and helpless, the future... is unpredictable.

The child didn't answer when he heard the words, but just sat on the bed with a confused expression.He tilted his head slightly, quietly looking at the little boy beside the bed who was talking to him.The other party was wearing tattered but clean clothes, and his face and hands were full of wounds from sharp weapons.Among them, the most conspicuous one was a knife wound on the palm of his right hand, which was so deep that the bones were visible. It almost cut off the entire palm of his hand. It is estimated that the cut on his clothes was also left during the fight.

A child hurts just looking at it, let alone a teenager with wounds all over his body?Half out of fear and half out of worry, he couldn't help but squeeze the corner of the quilt tightly with his hands.It's just that there are so many wounds where I can see, I'm afraid that if the clothes cover it, the wounds will be more severe and more painful.And the reason why this person was injured was all because of him... because the other party had to risk his life to protect him...

The young man followed the child's gaze to the palm of his right hand, smiled nonchalantly, and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt."

When laughing, the corners of the mouth turned up, pulling the wound extending from the side face to the corner of the mouth.

The wound had scabbed over, and there were bruises on the edges.Judging from the width and thickness of the scab, the wound was at least half as deep as a fingernail.Under the influence of this smile, although the wound did not bleed again, it should still be very painful.But the boy's brows didn't even frown, and his smile was still warm, as if it didn't hurt at all.

Seeing the child, the hand holding the quilt was so hard that it turned white.Tears silently condensed, and he lowered his eyes and murmured, "Stop laughing..."

The boy on the opposite side replied: "Okay." Sure enough, he smiled, but the temperature in his eyes did not drop, and his eyes were still concerned.

He put his right hand behind his back, stretched out his left hand to touch the child's forehead, and muttered: "The fever is gone."

Withdrawing his left hand, the boy continued to ask questions.

"How do you feel? You have been lying in bed for 49 days. During this period, I only fed you a few bigu pills. Your stomach may not be able to bear it. At this moment, I warmed porridge on the stove. If you are hungry, you can Tell me and I'll bring it for you."

The boy said, before the child could answer, he wanted to get up to serve the porridge, but when he stood up, someone grabbed his sleeve.Looking back, I found that the child's lips were tightly pursed.Looking up, I found that the other party's eyes were also red, and tears were rolling in the eye sockets, but they did not fall for a long time.

The appearance of crying or not is really pitiful.

The boy couldn't help but soften his voice, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Is it still in severe pain?"

As if afraid of scaring the other party, his voice was extremely soft and gentle.

The child didn't answer, but pinched the boy's sleeve even harder.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I still didn't cry.

Seeing this, the young man suddenly patted his head and said to himself, "I'm confused, why don't you feel pain? I'm afraid it's extremely painful... You've been lying on the bed for the past two months, whether you're awake or not. When I was still asleep, I was rolling on the bed in pain..."

As he spoke, the boy bent down and gently wrapped the thin child in his arms.While patting the child's back lightly, he comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, if it still hurts, cry, it won't hurt anymore."

Hearing this, the child's shoulders trembled, and a slight trill escaped from the corner of his mouth.

But it was only a sound, after this sound, he became quiet again.

The teenager sighed and let go of the other party.He bent down slightly and wiped away the tears from the corner of the child's eyes with his left thumb.With this rubbing, it seemed as if the child's tears had been turned on. More and more tears came to the corners of the eyes, and big and big teardrops kept falling from the corners of the eyes, like beads with broken threads.

But even so, the child still didn't cry out.Biting her lips tightly, she looked at the boy in front of her with tears in her eyes.

Seeing it in his eyes, the young man also pursed his lips tightly.He didn't try to persuade him again, and raised his left hand to wipe the child's tears tirelessly.

But no matter how fast one hand is, it still cannot wipe away the tears from both eyes in time.In the end, the child cried more and more, and the whole crying became a cat, the more pitiful he looked.

The boy couldn't help it, and finally took out the right hand hidden behind his back.Pressing the corner of the child's eye with his thumb, he gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his eye.

"Don't be sad, don't be afraid, cry as much as you want. I will stay by your side, always."

Hearing this, the child still held back his tears until he caught a glimpse of his own tears wetting the wound on the palm of the young man's right hand, and some blood streaks overflowed from the wound that had not yet scabbed.

Stimulated by the blood, the child opened his eyes wide and was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, tears flowed even more fiercely.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say sorry, but only cried out, which was heartbreaking.

The young man looked relieved, and kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay..."

She cried continuously for half an hour, and at the end of the crying, all the tears had been shed, leaving only a hoarse cry.

During this period, the boy kept holding him in his arms and stroking his back.

It was only when the child in his arms finally stopped crying that the boy let go, and the clothes on his chest were already soaked with tears.He touched the child's head and said with a smile: "It's good to cry, I'm afraid you'll keep it in your heart."

The child sniffed, lowered his eyes and bowed his head, and once again fell silent.

The boy didn't mind either, and rubbed the other person's head, "Are you hungry? I'll bring you a bowl of porridge." After speaking, he didn't move, because his clothes were still held by the child, but the position changed from the sleeve to the other. It became a hem.

"What's wrong?" He asked with concern, "Could it be that you still feel uncomfortable? Or maybe you are not hungry right now, and you have no appetite?"

Goo——at the same time as the boy's ending sound, it was the cry of the child's stomach.The young man was startled, then smiled suddenly, "Wait a minute, I'll get it for you..."

"I'll go with you..." The child who had been silent for a long time finally spoke, his eyes were swollen, his face was flushed, and there was a weeping sound in his words, "I want to go with you..."

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the child on the bed quietly: "Your body is just right, it's better to lie on the bed properly."

The child glanced at the wound on the palm of the boy's right hand, and pursed his lips, "I want to go with you." Before the other party refused, he lowered his eyes and said in a very low voice, "So, don't leave me alone... "

The young man paused, then smiled.He handed his left hand to the child on the bed, and said, "Okay, you can go with me."

The so-called stove is actually just a temporary stone base, with a casserole with a corner missing on it.Open the lid, it is boiled pulpy white porridge.

The boy took out a white porcelain bowl from the storage bag, filled the child with a bowl of porridge, and handed it to him with an apologetic expression: "Sorry, that's all for now."

The child silently took the porridge bowl, thanked him in a low voice, and began to eat in small bites.When eating porridge, there is no sound, and the posture and behavior are elegant.

The young man smiled and looked at the young man. After he finished a bowl, he wanted to serve him another bowl, but the other party refused.He didn't insist, and was thinking of taking someone back to rest, when he heard the other person ask, "Who am I?"

The boy's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at the other party with a suspicious expression.

Under his gaze, the child hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Who am I?"

The boy opposite opened his mouth, and after a while, he said, "You don't remember? If you don't remember, why are you crying so sadly?"

The child shook his head, "I remember..." He lowered his eyes and muttered, "But I don't remember..."

He remembered.

I remember the fire, the swords and swords in the fire, the frightened and desperate cries of the crowd, and a person who delivered his whole body cultivation base when he was dying.

But he didn't remember.

I don't remember why the fire started, I don't remember what people are afraid of, I don't remember my name.

As for why you cry so sadly...

The child glanced at the scarred teenager and fell silent.

The boy didn't know if he understood the child's words, he was silent for a while, and then said: "Zhou Lang, your name is Zhou Lang."

The child lowered his eyes and said his name silently: "Zhou Lang?" He didn't ask which 'Zhou' is 'Zhou', and which 'Lang' is 'Lang'.

He asked again: "Who are you?"

The boy answered without hesitation this time: "Su Qingchen."

"Who are you to me?"

This time, the young man was silent for a long time before saying: "...for a long time to come, I will love you to the bone."

"A long time in the future?" The young Zhou Lang seemed puzzled, his clear eyes reflected the figure of a young boy, "Then what about after this long time has passed? Who will you become as me? "

Su Qingchen lowered his eyes, and after a long time, he replied: "Probably, he will become a dead person..."