Love Letters of Autistic Pretty Boys

Jiang Sheng laughed softly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Du Yu noticed it, and said slowly, "You...are afraid that I will change my mind."

Jiang Sheng hugged Du Yu into his arms, showing his cowardice for the first time, his voice was very low, "Well, I'm very scared."

Du Yu was in a better mood. He leaned against Jiang Sheng, and his voice was also very low. He was different from Jiang Sheng. Jiang Sheng was out of fear and he was out of embarrassment.

Although I was embarrassed, I still tried to muster up the courage to tell Jiang Sheng, "What are you afraid of...you are so good, who would..."

He paused, "I don't like it."

He has a shy and introverted personality. Although his memory has recovered, his personality has been fixed. He is always embarrassed. He talks about words like like and love. Even if he wants to say it, he must muster a lot of courage .

Jiang Sheng couldn't hear the words clearly, Du Yu said "you are so good", he heard it like "you are so good-looking", with one more word, the meaning changed.

He raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm old."

"what?"

Jiang Sheng replied, "I said I am old, I am not as good as you when you are young, how can I look good."

Du Yu let go of his hand, raised his head, and asked solemnly, "How old are you?"

Jiang Sheng replied with a smile, "25, what's the matter, it really compares."

Du Yu calculated, "Seven years older than me."

He looked at Jiang Sheng and nodded seriously, "It's indeed a bit bigger."

Jiang Sheng raised his brows, he said it deliberately and modestly just now, and originally wanted to seduce him, who knew that Du Yu's honest admission made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Did you dislike me?"

When Du Yu heard Jiang Sheng say this, he quickly waved his hands, afraid that Jiang Sheng might misunderstand what he meant, and hurriedly denied, "How could it be, I..."

His voice was low again, because he was young in terms of feelings and his personality, so at this time, he was a little embarrassed, "I..."

Jiang Sheng looked down at him, "What am I?"

Du Yu blushed a little, "I..."

"Ok?"

His voice was very low, he looked at the floor and said, "I like you, it has nothing to do with your age."

There is another sentence at the end: Even if you are 17 years older than me, I still like you.

But he couldn't say it.

Jiang Sheng didn't expect that after Du Yu recovered, his personality would be so introverted. Seeing that he was blushing so hard, he wanted to tease him, but he remembered that Du Yanyu was still in the hospital, so he didn't have any thoughts.

He just said softly, "I see."

After hearing what he said, Du Yu raised his head again, caught a glimpse of his shoulder from the corner of his eye, and remembered his injury.

Jiang Sheng put on his coat now, so he couldn't see the wound clearly.

Du Yu stretched out his hand, wanted to touch it but didn't dare, so he could only freeze in mid-air and ask, "Does your shoulder still hurt?"

How could it not hurt, but the bleeding was stopped and bandaged again, and it was a little better after a night. For Jiang Sheng, he can still hold on for the time being.

Jiang Sheng smiled slightly, "I told you earlier, it doesn't hurt."

Du Yu looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I want to tell my father about my relationship with you..."

Jiang Sheng said in a low voice, "When Mr. Du is in better health, we can talk to him again."

Du Yanyu is still lying on the bed, his condition is uncertain, Jiang Sheng thinks it is more appropriate to talk about this matter when he is better.

Of course Du Yu knew this, he nodded, "I know."

Jiang Sheng said, "Okay, come here first, I'll go down and ask Mother Fang to treat your wound well, you should eat this breakfast obediently, and we'll go to the hospital to see Mr. Du later."

Du Yu was taken aback.

Jiang Sheng thought he would immediately agree, but he heard him say, "I, I don't want to go."

His tone was a little hesitant.

"Why?" Jiang Sheng asked.

Du Yu was silent, looking at the floor, worry flashed in his eyes, nervousness, fear, and emotions were intertwined.

Jiang Sheng glanced at him, "Are you afraid?"

Du Yu raised his head and couldn't help asking again, "My father... will he really be fine?"

Jiang Sheng looked into his eyes seriously, "Look at me, Ayu, trust me, your father will be fine."

Probably because of the magical power in Jiang Sheng's eyes, people couldn't help but believe his words, and believed that what he said was true.

So Du Yu looked at him and nodded.

"Then do you want to go to the hospital later?"

Du Yu replied, "Okay."

Jiang Sheng stood up, caught a glimpse of his arm, imitated Du Yu's previous blowing, and said while blowing, "Isn't it the most painful thing? Why aren't you afraid now?"

Looking at those fresh wounds, Jiang Sheng thought about what kind of mood Du Yu must have been in at that time, and he was obviously so afraid of pain when he was drawn out like this.

How could he bear this wound.

Du Yu glanced at it, "I'm afraid..."

He paused, "But I'm more afraid of getting hurt."

His feelings for Jiang Sheng are the same as Jiang Sheng's feelings for him, whether it was before or now, it hasn't changed at all.

A bullet, a wound, always thinking, I would rather suffer it myself than hurt him in the slightest.

When people are at their lowest point, they meet the person who really treats them well.

During those gloomy days, because this person pulled the handle, Du Yu knew that there were other colors in this world besides black.

In addition to the glass greenhouse, there are musical pocket watches and photo boxes with chains.

He thought, in this world, there is no one as good as Jiang Sheng, who will always be gentle and never tire of waiting for him, waiting for him to speak, waiting for him to remove the enchantment, waiting for him to open his heart.

He is the best, best, best, best guy in the world.

If someone asked Du Yu in the future, what kind of person would he like in the future.

He thought, he must draw a picture, engrave that face in his mind without any copying, and draw it out slowly.

Then he said: The person he likes must have such eyebrows, such eyes, such a nose, such lips, it is almost impossible.

So it can only be him, Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng laughed, looked at his scratched arm, and said softly, "Don't do this again..."

He understood what Du Yu meant, but even if he understood, he still didn't want him to do such a thing again.

Fortunately, Du Yu had always listened to Jiang Sheng's words, and gave a soft "hmm".

Jiang Sheng went downstairs, and Fang's mother had already packed up. When she saw Jiang Sheng, she said anxiously, "What's the matter, Mr. Jiang, let's go? I'm so flustered."

Du Yanyu has always treated these old servants well, especially Fushan and Fangma, who are no different from his own family.

Fang's mother has lived in Du's family for more than 20 years, and she has long regarded Du Yanyu as a relative, and she is really worried when she hears that something is wrong with him.

Jiang Sheng said, "Ah Yu is injured, please wait for a while."

"A Yu was injured?!"

Mother Fang's old heart almost stopped suddenly, "What's going on, didn't you feel good when you came back a while ago, you're injured, it doesn't matter, I, this, my name is Fushan, I'm going to the hospital immediately. "

Jiang Sheng replied, "It's not a big deal, I scratched my arm a few times, and the medicine box is there."

Fang's mother hurriedly called Kelly to bring the medicine box, and the two hurried upstairs.

Fang's mother asked Jiang Sheng while climbing the stairs, "Why is there a cut on the arm? Did those gangsters make things difficult for you? Is there any injury besides the hand? I think it's better to go to the hospital for a full-body examination." , it hurts a bit. It just looks outside, but it can't see the way out, so it needs to be checked to see it."

Fang's mother asked too many questions, and Jiang Sheng didn't answer him. He pushed open the attic door and saw Du Yu sitting by the bed drinking porridge. , hand, come, show me quickly."

She took Du Yu's hand and saw that there were indeed a few fresh scratches, but they were not serious. She let out a long sigh of relief, which frightened her, and thought it was a knife scratch.

"How did it happen, who did it, and made it like this, I won't tell you a while ago."

She looked distressed, and while opening the medicine box, she babbled, "We, Ayu, have to suffer so much, the big ones are gone, and the small ones have to be added."

She thought of Du Yanyu in the hospital. She didn't know how he was doing now. If he really went, only Du Yu and Yao Xiaohui would be left in the entire Du family.

Yao Xiaohui never liked Du Yu, and when Du Yanyu was not around, what would Du Yu do in the future? Who could tell him to make the decision.

The more she thought about it, the more sad she became, her eyes turned red when she wiped and disinfected Du Yu.

"Mother Fang, I'm fine, don't cry."

Du Yu looked at Mother Fang and said something.

Because Du Yu used to speak in a childish and soft voice, now that his voice changed and his tone changed, Fang's mother could tell something was wrong immediately.

"A Yu?" Mother Fang looked at him and said, "You, you are..."

She kind of guessed it, but couldn't believe it.

Du Yu smiled, "I'm ready for Mother Fang."

"Really good?"

"That's great."

"Hey, I'll see you in heaven." Fang's mother was overjoyed, "It's been a while since Mrs. Li found out about this, so I'll have to come and see it no matter what, okay, that's great."

Du Yu's good news really made her very happy.

Jiang Sheng reminded, "Hurry up, I have to go to the hospital later."

"Hey, look at me, I'm so happy."

Mother Fang said, and hurriedly treated Du Yu's wound.

It was almost done, and she couldn't sit still, she just wanted to go to the hospital to see Du Yanyu and tell him the news as soon as possible.

Jiang Sheng sent her to the door of the attic. Fang's mother was about to go down when she suddenly asked, "Mr. Jiang, how did you get the injury on Ah Yu's hand? Haven't you told me yet?"

Jiang Sheng paused and said, "Ah Yu did it himself."

Fang's mother was anxious, "He rowed by himself? Isn't this silly boy, Ah Yu, already healed? Why do such a thing again, it really makes me anxious to death."

"Again?" Jiang Sheng frowned, "What else did he do before?"

Mentioning this, Mother Fang was silent for a while.

"What's the matter, what can't you say?" Jiang Sheng asked.

"Mr. Tong Jiang has nothing to say." Mother Fang looked at the door of the attic and sighed, "It all happened ten years ago..."

Jiang Sheng saw Du Yu sitting by the bed through the slit of the attic door. He felt Fang's mother's voice was very far away, like the pendulum of a clock coming from a tall building far away. , The surrounding scenery also slowly regressed to ten years ago.

And he had been standing in this position, looking at Du Yu who was sitting by the bed, watching him getting shorter step by step, and slowly regressing to the appearance he had ten years ago.

Through Mother Fang's tone, he knew one thing.

He knew why the only small window in the attic had to be closed forever. It turned out that it was because Du Yu committed suicide.

That was the day when the incident happened, and he was safely brought back to Du's house by Du Yanyu and Li Jiayi, Du Yu's biological mother.

The atmosphere in Du's house was very heavy that day, and the servants didn't know what happened, they only knew that Du Yanyu temporarily took a day off that day.

There were only three members of Du Yanyu's family, and Fangma and Fushan. Du Yu couldn't bear the blow and had already passed out. After being brought back to Du's house, Fangma carefully carried her to the bed.

But unexpectedly, Du Yu woke up at night and climbed up to the attic.

That attic used to be Du Yu and Du Li's dollhouse, and there were many toys in it. The two of them often played in it when they were free, and they could stay there for a long time.

If Fushan hadn't looked through the light that was exposed through the crack of the door that night, Du Yu probably would have disappeared in this world.

Like Du Li, he will become a tombstone worshiped every year.

Fang's mother talked a lot, and finally said, "Mr. Du sealed the window later, and only said that as long as Ah Yu was willing to live, he didn't dare to let him go out. We, Ah Yu, have suffered so much. Only this day can exist.”

作者有话要说：熬死我了感谢在2020-06-1723:14:44~2020-06-2005:31:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Yan Yan, 1 salt and pepper strawberry mixed with pepper;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of love to eat watermelon; 2 bottles of Liwei; 1 bottle of Jishiyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!