picked up a little dumb

Almost a month has passed like this, the days are ordinary, Xiao Ning is very happy every day, his main task in this month is to recover from his illness, he does everything according to the doctor's orders, he recovers quickly, and his flesh grows a little Come back a little and look even more pleasant than before.

He completed this task very well. In addition, whenever An Yang came back every day, he would go to the door to greet him. Many times An Yang would let him accompany him when he was reading. He found a lot of comics and books for Xiao Ning. For novels, Xiao Ning leaned against his lap, reading quietly.

After An Yang came back, he started to be busy. He no longer had time at home every day, and finally came back to relax for a while. They all enjoyed such quiet company time.

Seeing that the wound on Xiao Ning's body was almost healed, An Yang was resting at home one afternoon, and called him over to give him medicine himself. The medicine he is using now is mainly to prevent the formation of scars. Look, I found that the bruises and redness have almost disappeared, but the skin is always looking bad. When I touch it carefully, some places are still uneven like scars. It doesn't look like a wound that hasn't faded, but it seems to have been there for a long time. old wounds.

Xiao Ning was being looked at nervously by him, and her legs were trembling with fatigue, but she didn't dare to move.There are indeed some old scars left on his inner thighs. He almost forgot about the new scars on top of the old ones. Now he is very nervous because those scars are ugly. He doesn't know if An Yang will mind, if What should I do if I mind?

"Xiao Ning, what are these scars?" An Yang asked casually, continuing to apply medicine to him without stopping.

Xiao Ning glanced at him timidly, An Yang could feel him trembling slightly, wondering why he was so scared.

"This...was left by the previous person." Xiao Ning no longer called that person "Master", because An Yang said that he was not worthy, he would not give any care and teaching, and would only abuse him. Saying "Master", at best, he is just a violent maniac, and this game is not played like this here.

"Why did you leave such a deep scar?" An Yang's tone was still very casual, his fingers lightly slid over the scar, and it no longer hurts, but it faithfully recorded the pain and cruelty at that time.

Xiao Ning's eyes shrank, and she wrote slowly: "It's just...he's upset, he hit..."

"Lie." An Yang stared into his eyes, put his legs down, sat in front of him and said seriously: "You are lying, it is impossible to leave such a scar, it has not healed for so long, it should be It's from an electric shock or a soldering iron."

Xiao Ning trembled, lowered her head, and knelt down at An Yang's feet with one hand, gently supporting An Yang's knee with one hand, but she hung her head and dared not answer for a long time.

"You never lied to me, Xiao Ning, why did you lie? Why didn't you dare tell me?" An Yang pulled his hair to make him look up, and said sharply, "Or have you never told me the truth? Answer I!"

Xiao Ning blushed, shook her head vigorously, and wrote in a panic on the paper: "Because it hurt too much, he was very angry, so he left a scar, which has never healed. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. "

"Electric shock and soldering iron? This is not an ordinary punishment, Xiao Ning, what did you do to make him so angry?" An Yang let go of his hair, Xiao Ning was timid, and he was already trembling with fright when he raised his voice. Such a child, what can the person who provoked him use such means to punish him?This level of injury is not fun at all, it is a naked torture.

When Xiao Ning heard this question, he seemed to have encountered something terrible. He was stunned and forgot to tremble. After a few seconds, his eyes filled with tears, and he looked at An Yang shook his head slightly.

"Did you forget, or are you still refusing to say?" An Yang's voice lowered dangerously, and he looked straight at Xiao Ning, almost piercing him sharply.Xiao Ning was so frightened that she couldn't even breathe, but she just reached out and grabbed his trouser leg, shaking her head pleadingly, he was really scared, the memory was too painful, can you stop mentioning it?

"You have no secrets in front of me, Xiao Ning." An Yang said in a deep voice, Xiao Ning could tell that he was really angry, but he didn't dare to say anything, knelt on the ground trembling, and didn't dare to beg for anything , he would rather get a punishment than An Yang get angry because of him.

"I'll give you one more chance, will you say it?" He stood up, the corner of his clothes slipped from Xiao Ning's hands, and looked down at Xiao Ning who was trembling on the ground, Xiao Ning looked up at him timidly, then slowly lowered his head nod.

"Okay, if you don't say it, then just kneel here by yourself, and I will come to see you when you are willing to say it." An Yang left behind these words, leaving Xiao Ning alone by the French window , helplessly paralyzed on the ground.

Looking at the back of him leaving, Xiao Ning tried to crawl a step forward, but she couldn't reach the corner of his clothes when she reached out her hand. His tears burst out immediately, and she slumped on the ground, wiping away her tears alone in sadness.

This room is an attic above the fourth floor. An Yang has made it a sun room, with huge windows on both sides. When he is free, he likes to come here to sit in a rocking chair, drink tea and read a book. In front of the rocking chair A thick and soft carpet was laid out, which was specially prepared for Xiao Ning. He put his books on the blanket, and he could lie on it to rest when he was tired from reading. This is also one of his favorite things. .

But now, he is kneeling here by himself, but he no longer feels relaxed or warm. He thinks of An Yang's angry and disappointed eyes, and feels that he has failed his trust. He hasn't been beaten for a long time, but he doesn't I don't deserve such a good life.

If An Yang had always been fierce like that person, never cared about him, never paid attention to him, he would not be as happy as he is now, but he would not be as sad as he is now.

Xiao Ning thought of the punishments he had received, which were different from the ones he received on the island. They neither brought any happiness to people, nor were they aimed at making him obedient. The pain caused by those irons and electric shocks made him He would tremble just thinking about it, but he was already obedient enough, the only thing he couldn't do was to speak.

If An Yang also determined that he refused to speak on purpose, if An Yang also felt that this was an unforgivable defect, would he use the same method to force himself to speak?It's not that he refuses to cooperate, he just can't speak out. Every time he speaks, he feels something is blocked in his throat, making him unable to make a sound. The memory of that year is too painful, even if he gradually He finally accepted the reality, and his body remembered for him, remembering how desperately his brother protected him, and how he failed miserably in the face of the cold reality.

If possible, he is actually very eager to communicate with the current master normally.

He prepared sticky notes and pens in every place he would go, so that he could write down what he wanted to say at any time. How much he wanted to say, thank you, thank you for being so kind to me.

But he couldn't imagine what would happen to An Yang if he started to hate him because he couldn't speak.

Will he become like that person?Will he also try his best to force himself to speak?Will he also feel that this self who can't speak is too troublesome and not obedient enough, and eventually abandon himself?

The more Xiao Ning thought about it, the more frightened he became. He knelt on the soft blanket An Yang had prepared for him, crying sobbingly. Every time he was about to stop, he thought that maybe he would be hated, abandoned, and lost. In the life I have, I will never see An Yang touching his head and smiling gently at him, Xiao Ning started crying again.

He really wanted to stop, and wanted to stop crying, because he knew that An Yang didn't like to see him cry, but before he would gently wipe away his tears, and then said with a smile, "Little boys can't always cry." Cry." In the future, when he also finds out that he is just a mute who can't learn to speak, will all these tenderness be gone?

The sun sank from the top of the head, until the sun room was also shrouded in orange twilight, An Yang still did not come back.

Xiao Ning was dizzy from crying, he thought that was it, this was the last day of his life here, maybe before tomorrow, he would be thrown out, or handed over to others, and he was destined to die if he continued again. A life that is cherished.

He bit his wrist and cried so hard he couldn't breathe, it was getting dark, the sun was going down, he raised his eyes and looked around, he was very reluctant to be here, he just had a feeling of being a "human" , is about to leave.

The twilight is falling, the attic is shrouded in purple, and people in the distance are lighting up the lamps. Xiao Ning kneels weakly, and has no strength to turn on the lights. If he is forgotten here, let him stay quietly. In the dark, maybe that's where he really belongs.