Boyfriends are crazy

"Aren't you..." The boy took a deep breath, twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and tried hard to control his emotions.

The boy's voice was very low, Shen Xibai couldn't hear it clearly, he turned his head, looked over, and asked, "What?"

The boy hung his head, expressionless, and drooping eyelids, looking very listless.

He raised his head, smiled with difficulty, and shook his head pretending to be relaxed, "No, I just want to ask, why do you seldom come to see me..."

After speaking, he paused and clenched his teeth.

Do you not want me anymore.

The latter sentence was stuck in his throat abruptly, like a fishbone. He couldn't swallow it, and couldn't spit it out, but he couldn't care less.

Shen Xibai paused, his lips moved, and he looked at him in surprise.

It is strange to say that during this period of time, his dreaming time is getting shorter and shorter, and he has not entered this dream several times. Even in the dream, the time jumps very fast.

After inquiring, he found out that it had been nearly a month since the last time he came to see a boy.

But in his consciousness, he was only gone for a few hours or a day.

Shen Xibai stopped rubbing the medicine on the boy, and put the medicine bottle on the ground.

He knows how sensitive the other party's mind is, and also knows how cautious and cautious the other party is in front of him, and how hard he is trying to please himself.

The more he thought about it, the more complicated Shen Xibai's feelings towards boys became.

Shen Xibai stared at the boy's face seriously, frowning slightly.

Although Qi Yi didn't say it clearly, he understood what the other party meant.

He was afraid that he would not want him.

Shen Xibai scooped up a smear of ointment with his fingers, slowly attached it to the boy's face, then carefully stroked the obvious blood-stained scar on the cheekbone of the boy's right cheek, and gently spread the ointment evenly.

While applying the medicine, Shen Xibai sighed helplessly, and could only explain vaguely, "I can't control the time I spend looking for you."

After finishing speaking, he stared at the boy's red eyes and added, "I won't want you."

Shen Qiyi stopped talking for an instant, and his tense muscles finally relaxed. He raised his head meekly, so that Shen Xibai could apply the medicine for himself more conveniently.

And those slightly bloodshot eyes seemed to be opened up all of a sudden, dark and very bright, full of joy and satisfaction.

Boys have long known that Shen Xibai is not an ordinary person.

Their village is isolated from the outside world, people from outside can't come here at all, and people inside can't go out at all.

If not, he and his mother would not have been trapped here for so many years, living like dogs.

The existence of Shen Xibai is all his comfort and the harbor of his soul.

He thought, maybe Shen Xibai is the Guanyin Bodhisattva that those villagers pay homage to, he is a god, that's why he came and went without a trace.

Perhaps it was because the other party saw his tragic life experience that he showed mercy and came to the mortal world to heal his wounds and give him comfort.

And...just for him.

This kind of secret satisfaction and obscure love were intertwined in his heart.

Sometimes he even wished to make a few more wounds on his body, and then watched the other party apply medicine for him with a distressed expression, and stroked himself with those warm hands.

Shen Xibai treated the wound on the boy's body little by little, and every time he treated a place, his brows would unconsciously wrinkle a little deeper.

The wound is really shocking.

The old bruises did not go away, and new scars were added one after another.

Shen Xibai grabbed the boy's left elbow and squeezed it.

Sure enough, the boy's suppressed groans were heard in the next second, and the muscles on his arms became tense.

Shen Xibai was furious, "What's going on, your arm is dislocated."

However, Shen Qiyi was a little accustomed to it. He grinned, showing his surly canine teeth, then raised a flattering smile, and bent the corners of his eyes nonchalantly like a fool.

Shen Xibai seemed to be in a hurry, he didn't know how to place or swing his hands, he was afraid that if he moved casually, the boy's arm would not only fail to return to its original position, but would also aggravate the other's injury.

Compared to Shen Xibai's bewilderment, looking at the boy's reaction, he seemed calmer. This kind of injury has long been commonplace for him.

He stared at Shen Xibai's side face, pursed his lips, and looked at the other person's worried eyes because of him, which always gave him great satisfaction.

The boy directly grabbed his left arm with his right hand, simply pushed and grabbed it, and very skillfully returned the dislocated joint of his left arm to its original position.

During the process, the bones also made a continuous crisp "creak" sound.

The speed was very fast, the boy's expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, even Shen Xibai was stunned by the scene in front of him, and didn't react for a long time.

Shen Xibai was about to say something, suddenly, his eyelids started to twitch crazily.

——This is the signal that he is about to escape from the dream every time.

Shen Xibai's heart skipped a beat, he looked at the boy anxiously, and quickly explained, "I have to go now, you must take care of yourself, I will be back, you must wait for me."

The boy opened his mouth in astonishment, and just about to say "yes", Shen Xibai's body disappeared without a trace.

All that was left was the medicine bottle on the ground, and the slight lingering warmth of the skin just touched by the other party, which proved the traces of the other party's presence.

The boy's Adam's apple rolled, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he returned to his usual appearance when Shen Xibai was away, his eyes were dull, his face was ashen, and he looked like a walking corpse.

He stared blankly at Shen Xibai's position just now for an unknown how long.

The surroundings were not so quiet, the boy could clearly hear Xia Chan chirping outside the window, and the cries of mice crawling on the ground...

He was alone in his world again.

After a long time, the boy opened his lips dully, and answered alone with a blank expression.

"I will wait for you to come back."

as usual.

The boy touched the position of his heart with his right hand, feeling that his heart was very stuffy.

This was when he himself saw Shen Xibai disappearing directly in front of his eyes.

This sense of uncertainty instantly aggravated his anxiety.

He even started to worry whether Shen Xibai would come back.

Don't even think about it.

The boy gritted his teeth and forced himself to stop the continuation of this divergent thinking.

He picked up the medicine bottle left by Shen Xibai on the ground, and clasped his hands together to hold the bottle in his palm.

With his back against the wall, his hands wrapped around his knees, and the bottle placed between his thighs, he curled up with a very insecure feeling.

Don't think about it, don't think about it...

His shoulders trembled slightly, then he closed his eyes, and began to spend this long night alone as usual...

Are you used to it?Why... I feel that tonight is more difficult than ever...

sleep fast!Go to sleep now!

......

"Why is there a corn missing?"

The village head, who seemed to be still in his prime, spread the corn in the basket on the ground and began to count.

The village chief's Ling Lie eyes fell on Shen Qiyi, with undisguised scrutiny and disgust in his eyes.

Shen Qiyi stood beside him without saying a word, expressionless, looking neither happy nor sad, like a machine.

There were at least several baskets of corn on the ground, all of which he walked for several miles, carried back and forth many times, and delivered them in time after picking them.

The village head took a look and said that one was missing, which was really ridiculous.

The disgust in the village head's eyes deepened, and he continued to question the boy loudly, "What about you, why is there a piece of corn missing?"

Shen Qiyi lowered his eyes, and calmly glanced at the corncobs spread out on the ground, with an indistinct sarcasm drawn from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the village head became furious, strode towards him, waved his hand, aimed at his right cheek, and slapped him hard.

With a "snap", Shen Qiyi's face began to ache, but he neither hid, nor resisted, nor begged for mercy.

"Dog bastard, I'm asking you something, you're dumb!" The village chief's eyes were wide open, the lines on his forehead were wrinkled into rivers, his nose was arched, his brows were frowning, his facial features were extremely distorted, and he opened his mouth wide open. Mouth, swearing.

Shen Qiyi's eyes were calm.

He has long been used to the moody look of the village chief. One day he will be beaten for missing a corn cob, the next day he will be beaten for moving things too slowly, and the day after tomorrow he will be beaten for not looking strong enough. keep venting.....

It doesn't matter what the truth is.

The village chief looked at his dead fish face, and every time he hit him, he felt like he was slapping his fist on the cotton. Not only could he not be discouraged, but he made himself even more angry.

Thinking of this, the angry village chief took a mouthful of saliva, aimed at the boy's face, and spit it out with a "pooh".

A mouthful of phlegm directly stuck to Shen Qiyi's right eyelid.

Shen Qiyi still didn't respond.

The village head snorted coldly, suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows and said, "You go."

Shen Qiyi's expression finally fluctuated a little, and he said in a deep voice, "Salary."

"Wages?" The village chief sneered, "You still want wages? What a joke! You took away one of my corns, and you still ask me for money? I didn't ask you to lose money, and you should thank me for my kindness."

Shen Qiyi stopped talking for an instant, the dark light in his eyes was surging, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly.

Looking at his performance, the village chief finally smiled with satisfaction, "You useless father, oh, no! He is not your father at all, you are just a bastard."

Shen Qiyi's eyes sank.

Looking at his mother's face, the village chief became more and more disgusted and disgusted, thinking of what he did that night, the feeling of nausea was even worse.

The woman finally jumped into the well and died, but the bastard is still alive!hateful!

He stepped up, turned around and walked into the house, took out a bowl with many patterns printed on it, and walked out again.

Shen Qiyi's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose.

The village head let out a cold snort, and smashed the bowl on the ground, smashing it into pieces with a bang.

Then he raised his head viciously, pointed at Shen Qiyi and began to question loudly, "Well, you bastard, you actually smashed the antiques I have treasured for so many years, you pay me for it!"

Shen Qiyi's face was instantly pale, and his breathing was stagnant.

"Go! Find your useless father! If you don't find out about this matter today, you don't want to go back alive!"

After finishing speaking, the village head hooked the corners of his mouth obscurely, revealing a sarcastic sneer.