eyes outside the box

Under the warm yellow light, Duan Jiuze was sitting by the bed, holding the book in Yang Bowen's hand, and slowly scrubbing.

A hand suddenly took the book away from Duan Jiuze's hand, and then the book was held in front of his chest, and he seemed to attach great importance to this book.

Duan Jiuze raised his head, looked at Yang Bowen who was wearing his pajamas, and raised his eyebrows.

It may be that he was malnourished before. The teenager looked too thin to support his pajamas at all.From a distance, it looks like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

It may be that what Duan Jiuze did before was too much for the young man. The young man is no longer the one who always lowered his eyes. Although he still flinched, he stared straight at Duan Jiuze, expressing his inner emotional fluctuations with silence.

Duan Jiuze didn't care either, he casually looked at Yang Bowen, got up and was about to go back to his bedroom.I have to buy some daily necessities and clothes for Yang Bowen tomorrow. I don't know if I have time tomorrow.Duan Jiuze still had to think about Yang Bowen's future arrangements.

Seeing Duan Jiuze leave quickly, Yang Bowen was stunned instead.

He hugged his book tightly and looked at the closed door. After a while, he calmed down the turbulent emotions, lowered his eyebrows and stood quietly on the spot.

Duan Jiuze lay on his spacious bed, turned on the desk lamp, looked at the palm-sized notebook in his hand, trying to connect the similarities and differences of himself in each world, and find a key point that can take him out of this strange cycle.

There were two knocks on the door, followed by Wang Qin's familiar voice from outside the door: "Xiao Ze? Are you asleep?"

Duan Jiuze glanced at the watch on the bedside table, then got up and walked to the door, opened the door, looked at Wang Qin who was wearing a coat and said worriedly: "I see that the child you brought back has a light on in the room, I wondered if I didn't sleep? I was afraid that the child would not get used to it on the first day at home. The child is too introverted, I thought, you brought him back, maybe you should go and have a look."

Duan Jiuze glanced at the opposite room, and nodded to Wang Qin: "Yes. Go to sleep."

"Remember to put on a coat, it will be cold at night."

"Ah."

When Wang Qin returned to the room, Duan Jiuze went directly to the opposite room and opened the door.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yang Bowen shrank his shoulders subconsciously, stared blankly at Duan Jiuze who had entered the room, and then quickly lowered his head.It seemed that the intense emotions during the dinner were all the illusion of Duan Jiuze alone.

"Why didn't you go to sleep after taking a bath?"

"..."

Duan Jiuze lifted the quilt, led him to the bed, and said bluntly, "Take off your shoes and sleep."

Yang Bowen shrank his shoulders, took off his shoes silently, hugged the book, and curled up beside the bed. After a while, he pulled the quilt over again...

"Sleep in the middle."

Yang Bowen obediently moved a little towards the middle.

After turning off the light, Duan Jiuze turned around and returned to his room. He didn't look at his notebook or anything else. He lifted the quilt and prepared to go to sleep. The brief contact with Yang Bowen made Duan Jiuze feel extremely tired, and even fell asleep more than usual It sank a little.

When waking up in the morning, Duan Jiuze was awakened from a dream, but the moment he woke up, everything in the dream was like smoke and mist, and he couldn't remember the specific content at all.

The curtains of the room are still half open, half of which is submerged in the black room, and half of which reveals a little bit of light that is about to dawn.

Duan Jiuze rubbed Jingming acupoint, lifted the quilt, looked out of the window that was about to dawn, got out of bed, walked to the window and stood for a while.

Suddenly remembering that he found Yang Bowen yesterday, Duan Jiuze walked towards the door, intending to take a look at Yang Bowen.

Trying to be as light as possible, Duan Jiuze closed the door and turned to look in the direction of the bed, but he didn't see the person who was supposed to be sleeping soundly.

Did you remember wrong?

No!It was obvious that someone was brought back yesterday, both Wang Qin and Duan Zhongming had seen each other.

So Yang Bowen ran away at night?

Duan Jiuze walked to the window and looked at it, but there was no sign of opening it or climbing over it.

Looking around, Duan Jiuze saw Yang Bowen huddled in a dark corner.

Duan Jiuze immediately turned cold, walked to the corner with two steps on his long legs, and dragged him up.

"Didn't sleep all night." Affirmative, not interrogative.

Duan Jiuze grabbed Yang Bowen's wrist with such strength that he almost crushed his bones.

From the face to the body, Duan Jiuze roughly touched it, and it was completely cold.

"you!……"

It was the first time Duan Jiuze was so angry that he couldn't speak. The key was that the other party made him so angry without saying a word, and he didn't know what happened when the other party spoke.

He dragged the person to the bed, lifted the quilt, and said coldly, "Lie in."

Yang Bowen still lay down obediently, curled up with his book in his arms, like a baby who has not yet left the mother's womb.

Duan Jiuze covered Yang Bowen with the quilt, and while covering it, said coldly: "If you want to go back to the orphanage, I can take you back in the afternoon."

A hand stretched out from under the quilt, and squeezed Duan Jiuze's pajama pants tightly.

Duan Jiuze looked at him coldly, like a high-ranking king staring at an inanimate object.

That hand was still pinching Duan Jiuze's pajama pants, with no intention of letting go.

"say."

"..."

"say!"

"..."

Duan Jiuze felt that if it was his son, he really wanted to slap him twice!

"Go back to the orphanage, or stay. Talk."

"..."

There was still no words, but Duan Jiuze heard Yang Bowen sobbing softly.

What kind of sound is that?What kind of alternative cry?As if abandoned by the world, as if being ruthlessly hit, as if falling into the abyss.

However, the fact is that Duan Jiuze let him speak.

The boy sat up, holding the right hand of the book all the time, and finally put down the book.

The left hand holding Duan Jiuze's pajamas was not loose, and the right hand was stretched towards the corner of the pajamas. The boy approached Duan Jiuze little by little, and leaned against Duan Jiuze carefully, his shoulders trembling silently, as if he could only use this to vent his inner emotions.

In these worlds, Duan Jiuze has never seen Yang Bowen like this, or even anyone like Yang Bowen.He seemed quiet, obedient, and extremely reserved.But in fact, he just excluded everything - except the book.

Duan Jiuze didn't know why Yang Bowen in this world formed such a character, but at this moment, Duan Jiuze couldn't push away Yang Bowen who was sobbing softly against him.

Duan Jiuze was silent, silent on Yang Bowen's trembling shoulders, silent on Yang Bowen's hoarse weeping, silent on some inexplicable sorrow.

At that moment, Duan Jiuze let go of his long-standing pursuit of the truth, and gave up his never-ending thinking about key points. He let himself go up and down with Yang Bowen's weeping.

As if a person who has everything and a person who has nothing, on the eve of this dawn, they are silent like lambs.

Yang Bowen was tired from crying, and finally fell asleep slowly with tears in his eyes.

However, Duan Jiuze, who was leaned on by him, lost all his strength during this short exile.

Breaking away the boy's hand holding his pajamas, and handing over the other corner of the pajamas when the other party was looking anxiously.He bent down and picked up the boy who was too thin and placed him in the middle of the bed.

Looking at the hands tightly holding his pajamas, Duan Jiuze finally didn't break the boy's hand, but slept with the boy instead.

After all, the dawn has not yet come, so in this darkness with only twilight, it doesn't matter for two displaced travelers to comfort each other for a moment.