After the white moonlight cuts the black

Meng Huaiming's current residence is designed with two doors facing each other, with corridor lights on the middle ceiling and on both sides.

In the early years, the floor-to-ceiling windows and gates of the villas on Lilac Street were covered with floor mats, and the patterns and styles of each piece were selected by Yanhui.

Later, when he moved out, the few floor mats were lying at the entrance with a low sense of existence.

It wasn't until Chu Qi was carried indoors that Meng Huaiming's self-blame reached its peak.

In his chaotic thoughts, he suddenly wished that there would be such a floor mat at the door here, bringing even a little bit of warmth and softness to his little girl.

This was another unexpected appearance of Meng Chuqi.

But she can no longer maintain her inherent freedom and pride, even standing up.

When Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui turned out of the stairwell, they noticed a black shadow curled up under the lamp, which could hardly be seen as a human figure.

The girl sat on the ground, covering her abdomen with one hand, and hugging her knees tightly with the other, with her head deeply buried between her knees.

She was wearing a black fleece sweater, her black hair tied into a high ponytail flowed down her shoulders, so that she couldn't see any skin color.

Yan Hui recognized Meng Chuqi earlier than him, and he called out "Chuqi", but he felt as if he had been hit hard on the forehead, and closed his eyes to support the wall.

This scene is too familiar to Yan Hui.

It was the same with Yan Ran back then, squatting under the lamp of his apartment building.

The light tube was not in good contact, flickering and flickering repeatedly tearing apart the pain and then pretending to cover it.

The cold tiles are spotless, reflecting white light in the clear light.

Yan Hui flexed her knuckles and beat her temples several times, Meng Huaiming rushed to Chu Qi and squatted down, and when she got closer, the hair sticking to the side of the girl's face looked like algae soaked in the bottom of a cold lake.

She felt someone grab her shoulders and raised her head with difficulty.

So the bruises on the cheeks and the corners of the lips can be clearly seen under the lamp.

Seeing that it was Meng Huaiming, she lifted her pouty lips and called softly, "Uncle."

In Meng Huaiming's impression, this girl was always reckless and flamboyant, bold and proud.

He had never seen such a weak Chu Qi.

Meng Huaiming picked her up and felt that the little girl's body temperature was abnormally low.

The last time he came into contact with this kind of body temperature was Yan Hui.

This damp and cold low temperature should not disturb those who are naturally light-oriented.

"Chuqi, we'll go to the hospital right away. Hold on, why are you feeling uncomfortable now?" Meng Huaiming was about to go to the elevator, and Yan Hui staggered beside him.

He held Chu Qi's hand, the two low temperatures could not be replaced, but Chu Qi held him tightly, opened her wet eyelashes, and the confusion dissipated, and she managed to force a smile, but it was very forced: "Why are you nervous... I am, I hurt my aunt normally."

"Don't go to the hospital." Chu Qi's smile was still on his lips, but tears were dripping uncontrollably.

She suddenly cried aggrievedly: "...I miss Father Lin, I've been waiting for a long time, why don't you guys come back?"

"I'll contact him tomorrow." Meng Huaiming hated this kind of promise.

It was as if it was too late for this unfulfilled promise.

Meng Chuqi herself didn't know that she had so many tears.

And crying seemed to relieve the physical pain. She held Yan Hui with one hand, and her voice fluctuated: "Brother Yan, don't go, I hate that Su, don't go, Brother Yan...you are talking about me I understand, I thought I understood..."

Yan Hui held her with both hands, "Chu Qi, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Meng Huaiming saw that Yan Hui's face became the same as that of Meng Chuqi.

Chu Qi grabbed Meng Huaiming's sleeve with her free hand. Maybe she wanted to use her hair to cover her tear-stained face, or maybe it was really a gesture of a young bird seeking protection.

She cried tremblingly: "Uncle, I really don't want to go to the hospital." She was afraid of the hospital. It was Chu Qi who had been going to the doctor alone since she was seven years old. The fear was buried deep in her heart.

Meng Huaiming turned around, Yan Hui immediately took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

At the same time, he took out Meng Huaiming's cell phone and asked loudly, "120 is still your doctor?!"

He reported a woman's name, and Yan Hui immediately found it in the address book and dialed it. The other party connected quickly, and Yan Hui explained the situation here simply and clearly.

After getting a response from the other party, he hung up the phone, approached Chu Qi who was already lying down, and squatted down to look at her.

He raised his hand to caress the girl's wet temples, "Chu Qi, there is nothing to be afraid of, tell me, what else is uncomfortable?"

Yan Hui's thinking has already slid to the most terrifying result, and he can't even predict if that kind of thing happens to him again, will he lose control again to the point of killing someone.

He couldn't tolerate the cruelest treatment in the world for his two dearest girls, and they were not at fault.

Meng Huaiming had already prepared the medicine box and hot water, and when he heard Yan Hui's question, he also saw a thin red line of blood flowing from his hand behind his back.

Meng Huaiming now understands Yan Hui very well.

If Chu Qi had given that answer, he might have tied Yan Hui at home first, and then found out the person who dared to hurt his girl by himself, and cut his body to pieces.

No one can experience this powerlessness without experiencing it firsthand.

It was the hatred of seeing relatives hurt but being helpless, and it was a life gamble that would make the madman pay the price at all costs.

"No... everything else is scratches."

Chu Qi looked pained, but still said a long series of words: "...they didn't do anything to me, they just stayed outside for a long time, drank too much northwest wind, this hurts a lot."

Yanran used to suffer from the cold of the palace, and she had to suffer from pain once a month. When it was severe, she couldn't get up for a whole day, and it was Yan Hui who took care of her.

Meng Huaiming followed Yan Hui's instructions blindly, filling the hot water bottle and brewing brown sugar.

Chu Qi grabbed Yan Hui and did not let go, Yan Hui almost knelt on the carpet spread under the bed.

When Meng Huaiming passed the half-open door, he felt like a butterfly with its wings in front of him.

It's obviously broken when pinched, but still stubbornly wants to cover the wind and rain for the flower bone.

Chu Qi hiccupped intermittently.

Yan Hui wiped off the grit and blood clots on her face with a cotton swab dipped in physiological saline, and talked to her casually, trying to distract her from the pain.

The brewed brown sugar bought temporarily exudes a sweet and spicy smell.

After drinking on the seventh day of the seventh day, the eyelids would fight. Mental fatigue and physical pain were double torments.

It was as if she had suddenly become a very small child, waking up after a nightmare, terrified of the empty night.

So she wants to pester her trusted elders to tell a story.

"Forest Township, is it okay?" The girl curled up and asked softly, suffering a burst of pain.

Meng Huaiming adjusted the indoor temperature, and the sound of vehicles roaring past came from outside the window.

Chu Qi's tired voice was like that of an old woman, and the texture inside her body could no longer be seen clearly.

"Where did Rongrong go after he left the Star Reaching Terrace..."

This is the breaking point of this set of children's books. Even the author himself has given up on the ending, but it is brought up again in this cold and clinging night.

Yan Hui thought for a while, then said softly: "Okay...he is still on the way, the stars of the Zhaixingtai pointed out the direction for him, they said, go to the east, where the sun rises, you will see two trees Trees clinging to each other..."

"Little child, remember to take it easy, and take your footsteps lightly. They are two trees that like peace. They only love to listen to the song sung by each other. After you listen to those two songs, their huge leaves It will keep you cool, and you can still taste the sweet fruit."

"I have to accompany them to wait for the sun to return here from Yangu in the west. It won't be too long... At that time, you can ask them questions. Excuse me, where is Forest Township?..."

Meng Huaiming silently left the room.

His personal doctor came in a hurry and learned that the patient had already fallen asleep. After carefully asking about the symptoms, he suspected that it was just ordinary dysmenorrhea.

Meng Huaiming asked him to stay overnight and give Chu Qi an inspection directly tomorrow morning.

After a long time, Yan Hui also quietly left the room, closing the door behind him, looking not much better than Chu Qi.

He slid down and sat on the sofa almost as if his whole body was exhausted, and he didn't know if his legs were numb or he was exhausted.

He half-closed his eyes: "Chu Qi fell asleep, if something happens at night, I'll ask her to call me."

"Maybe she won't listen."

At this time, Meng Huaiming swam out of his nervousness and came ashore.

It was like experiencing a game where a drowning man swims across the river, and he screamed tiredness and fear everywhere.

Yan Hui exhaled into her palm, "I told her that if the bell doesn't ring overnight, there will be a new story tomorrow, and if she is willing to let the bell ring, then there will be a new story and a bunch of blue witches tomorrow."

Meng Huaiming embraced him, Yan Hui obediently leaned on his shoulder, her forehead resting between her collarbones.

A child's illness can temporarily postpone all the chaos.

Yan Hui took off her slippers, shrank her legs onto the sofa, and hugged herself into a ball.

The way to resist the cold has never changed.

The minute and second hands overlapped closely, and Yan Hui sniffled, "It hurts before the seventh day of the lunar new year, but it's not as severe, and she doesn't know what to avoid. I've told her several times, but I'm afraid she didn't listen to it. At this age , I still rely on my good health to think that I can have no scruples."

"She also said that the scars were healed and she forgot the pain. This time, she should learn a lesson. Don't mention the fight. If you can, check it first. It may be someone from the school. You want to transfer her to another school. Isn't it also because you found something wrong?"

Yan Hui said intermittently that they had just finished following the group and experienced this sudden situation when they came back. Their tense nerves never relaxed for a moment.

The guest room was taken by the doctor, and Chu Qi slept directly in Yan Hui's bedroom, and what was left was a bed and sofa in the second bedroom.

But Yan Hui didn't seem to want to go to sleep, he would rather rely on this crowded sofa for warmth.

"I never knew."

Meng Huaiming looked at the white light at the end of the curved arc of the floor lamp.

That's the one, it can't reach the corner of the sofa.

"...I will suffer this kind of hardship every month on the seventh day of the seventh day."

"Girl, I took her to see a Chinese medicine doctor and prescribed a ten-day course of treatment. I don't know if she drinks it on time."

Meng Huaiming remembered.

He went out to other places to visit Su Yaowen's new play, and after all the fuss, he traveled to many places. When he brought Su Yaowen back to Dingxiang Street, there was still some traditional Chinese medicine smell in the house that hadn't dissipated.

At that time Su Yaowen still frowned and said it was not good, Meng Huaiming only borrowed his kitchen as a part-time worker.

He wouldn't associate Meng Chuqi with a bitter medicine that required careful suffering.

Yan Hui leaned against him, and the phone was placed flat on the coffee table. He finally couldn't stand the sleepiness, and he still didn't forget to tell him: "If it rings, go and see Chu Qi, remember to remind me of that story tomorrow, and there are flowers... Please help me remember."

These words are familiar, no matter the listener or the speaker, Yan Hui feels drowsy.

"...It's true this time, I really can't remember it now."

Yan Hui murmured and fell asleep, the blue gray in front of her eyes became very obvious.

He took off his down jacket, the sweater was a bit too short, and when he bowed his back, a small part of his waist would be exposed.

Down the spine on the back, just above the secret, there is a tattoo of a butterfly.

It was tattooed by Zhao Hao, which may symbolize 30 years of perseverance, or a pawn value of 5000 million.

This is what An An told him about Yanhui's past.

After An An played her role on the rooftop supernormally, she said sarcastically: "Look, your little butterfly is so cheap."

"Swallow Ash" itself is a kind of butterfly.

Meng Huaiming was addicted to the grotesque beauty of flower shadows in his early years, and he also dreamed of keeping the mottled flower shadows in Yanhui's body forever, because flowers and butterflies are only compatible.

This is the grotesque feelings of literati and their possessive desire.

Make him yours forever in a stinging way.

But at that time, Meng Huaiming regarded this morbid possessiveness as a temporary fever, and never wanted to put it into practice.

And Zhao Hao obviously didn't care so much, he liked butterflies, so when Dr. Xu asked for a tattoo, he handcuffed the butterflies as shackles to Yan Hui.

When a butterfly flaps its wings, the effect will be immeasurable.

Just like the exchange meeting that made Yan Hui busy.

Just like this time, if Yan Hui couldn't stay here, where would Chu Qi go to endure this long night of pain so painful that she wished she could pass out.

Cause and effect in the dark.

Meng Huaiming hugged Yan Hui tightly, as if in this way he could absorb the slightest warmth from each other.