Boyfriends are crazy

Shen Xibai raised his head with difficulty, looked at He Qinghui with a complicated expression, and instinctively told him that something was wrong with He Qinghui today.

At this moment, He Qinghui looked at Shen Xibai with loving eyes as always, but behind the tenderness, there seemed to be a layer of deep wounds, which made Shen Xibai feel distressed for no reason.

"You..." Shen Xibai swallowed.

He Qinghui's smile was extremely ugly, it looked as if he was extremely sad but wanted to maintain a smiling face, and even cared about Shen Xibai's little emotions, he lowered his head, carefully held Shen Xibai's hand, and said softly, "I'm sorry ,I'm late."

But Shen Xibai couldn't bear it the most, it was his appearance, he pinched the two lumps of flesh on He Qinghui's face, held them in his hands, and said distressedly, "Stop laughing, did something happen to you today? Didn't go to class all day."

He Qinghui's eyes flickered for a moment, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, cold and cold, but he quickly restrained him, as if nothing had happened, he raised the corners of his mouth again, and said lightly, "No, what's the matter?" Nothing happened."

Shen Xibai didn't believe He Qinghui's nonsense, he beat the other person's chest heavily with his hands, his eyes were red, and he cursed out of anger, "You liar, I don't believe you."

He Qinghui grabbed Shen Xibai's hand instead, held it carefully in his own palm, let out a few breaths with his mouth, and then gently rubbed it to generate heat, for fear of freezing him, his voice was low and hoarse, "...I'm sorry, make you worry."

Shen Xibai's eyes were sharp, and he noticed a bruise at the corner of He Qinghui's eye at once, and his heart sank suddenly. He hurriedly leaned forward, looked at the boy's face carefully, and said eagerly, "What's wrong with your face, what happened? Tell me quickly."

He Qinghui's eyes dodged a little, he turned his head away first, and then explained with a ridiculous reason, "I accidentally dropped it."

Shen Xibai is not a fool, how could he believe such a clumsy excuse, therefore, Shen Xibai became even angrier, his eyes became redder, even more like rabbit eyes, bright and swollen, he pushed away the opponent's hand violently, roaring Say out, "He Qinghui! I'm not a fool!"

"Why do you always do this? You don't want to apologize to me, I don't want you to say sorry to me, I don't need you to pretend anything in front of me, why do you always hide it from me, why do you just refuse to believe me once"

Shen Xibai was like a bomb that exploded at one o'clock, with red eyes, he was yelling at the boy, and waving his hands in the air, completely annoyed.

He Qinghui was completely panicked now, he rushed forward to hug Shen Xibai, but was pushed away fiercely by the other party, He Qinghui was so calm just now, he grabbed Shen Xibai's hand while hugging him.

Shen Xibai pushed him away indiscriminately, and the snowflakes hit his scalp, making his scalp numb from the cold, and the snow became bigger and bigger, falling to the ground one after another, and the wind also blew.

He Qinghui seized the opportunity, clasped Shen Xibai's waist, buried his head in the other's neck, and did not try to hide it, his whole body was shaking violently, his voice was fragile and rough, with a hint of pleading, "Don't push away I."

Shen Xibai's heart trembled suddenly, as if someone had stabbed his heart with a blunt knife and it hurt so badly, his body instantly softened into a puddle of water, and he stayed docilely in the boy's arms.

He Qinghui hugged him with astonishing strength, as if a drowning man had gone through many trials and tribulations to grab a floating board, clung to the last straw, and refused to let go.

Shen Xibai heard the boy's muffled voice coming from his chest, with a little hoarseness, "...he's back."

Shen Xibai was a little confused, the wind blew on his face, and it hurt a little, "Who?"

"...my biological father." When He Qinghui said these words, his hand strength suddenly increased.

Shen Xibai frowned, noticing that the boy's emotions were vaguely out of control, so he could only pat him on the back with his hands to give him some comfort.

He Qinghui sneered at first, and then said in an extremely sad tone, "When I was ten years old, I watched him... beat my mother to death with my own hands."

Shen Xibai's heart skipped a beat, and the hands on He Qinghui's back stopped moving. For no reason, he felt his limbs ache from the cold, as if he had been shaken in place.

"But he was only sentenced to seven years of detention, and he was even released on parole. He came back..." Speaking of this, He Qinghui seemed to have heard something extremely ironic. He clenched his fists, feeling almost out of control.

Shen Xibai's lips moved, wanting to say something, but all words were pale in front of this kind of thing, and he couldn't say a word to calm the other party's emotions.

Homicide is divided into intentional homicide and manslaughter.

It is ironic that death by domestic violence is generally manslaughter, but once the victim of domestic violence resists and kills him, it is considered intentional homicide. The former may only need to sit in prison for a few years, but the latter faces the death penalty danger.

It's not that the law is biased, but under normal circumstances, the victims of domestic violence are vulnerable groups, and their strength is relatively small. If they resist, they usually commit murder deliberately and premeditatedly, which is the so-called intentional homicide.

As a strong party, the perpetrator is powerful, and under normal circumstances, it is a manslaughter caused by excessive force. It is a murder of passion, so they are given a light sentence.

Ridiculous and sad, but it is reality.

Shen Xibai's brain was spinning a thousand times, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen by the biting cold wind.

At this moment, Shen Xibai, who was absent-minded, suddenly felt a line of hot and humid stuff slowly flow into his neck, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his fingertips trembled faintly.

He Qinghui... cried.

"...Let's go home." Shen Xibai's eyes were flushed, his voice trembled violently, and he couldn't say anything else to comfort him at this moment.

The boy didn't answer in time, but leaned against his neck, shook his head silently, then slowly raised his head, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Did you know that just now... I asked someone to break his leg." He Qinghui said abruptly, the strength in his hands remained undiminished, and the whole body was covered in a terrifying and even bloody depression. .

He Qinghui's expression was terribly cold, his eyes were filled with a dark and cold look, holding Shen Xibai's hand was like a viper strangling its prey, Shen Xibai's slender waist was roughly clamped by the other party.

He stared intently at Shen Xibai's eyes, and even tore off his long-standing hypocritical mask. His whole body was filled with cold air, his lips were coldly covered, and he spoke hoarsely in a tone that seemed to be bleeding from the vocal cords, "...you will be afraid of this of me?"

After finishing speaking, his thin and pale lips were unconsciously pursed, and his eyes were as cold as a bottomless pool.

Shen Xibai took a deep breath, his eyes filled with moisture, unable to restrain his emotions anymore, he grabbed He Qinghui's neck, clenched his teeth, and said heavily, "Stop talking... let's go home."

"Go home..." He Qinghui moved his pale lips, and squeezed out these two words from his throat, as if he was still a little dazed.

Shen Xibai's scorching breath sprayed all over He Qinghui's neck, so that the unique milk fragrance on Shen Xibai's body became more intense on the tip of He Qinghui's nose.

"Yes, let's go home." Shen Xibai's tears kept pouring out of his sore eye sockets, and his voice was twitching, with a crying tone.

He Qinghui's consciousness finally came back, he slightly loosened the strength in his hands, obsession was hidden in his eyes, and the thick and biting cold wind blew, blowing the hair on his forehead.

"...OK...let's go home."

At this moment, Shen Xibai had completely fallen asleep, his eyes were still a little swollen, and the ends of his eyes were a little red, like a frightened white rabbit, pitiful, one could tell at a glance that he might have been crying for a long time.

So much so that even after falling asleep, his brows were still wrinkled together, as if falling asleep with something on his mind.

He Qinghui silently looked at Shen Xibai's fair little face carefully under the dim light. He didn't know how long he stared at it. He stretched out his hand cautiously, and slowly smoothed Shen Xibai's brow. The latter rubbed his face uncomfortably. Rubbed his hand, changed his position, and almost fell asleep.

At this moment, Shen Xibai was sleeping extremely soundly, like a flower ravaged by wind and rain, beautiful and beautiful.

However, He Qinghui didn't seem to feel a trace of fatigue at all, staring at this face tightly, even if the light made his eyes hurt, he couldn't bear to blink, as if he couldn't see enough.

Shen Xibai was so obediently sleeping in his arms, sleeping in the arms of a person who had unreasonable thoughts about him, defenseless.

I don't know how long it has passed, He Qinghui skillfully took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pointed the camera at Shen Xibai's sleepy eyes, and snapped a few pictures secretly. A beautiful picture.

Maybe Shen Xibai would never know how many photos of himself were secretly taken by this boy who was hugging him to sleep, some of them were drinking milk, some were eating, some were running... In the album of the whole phone, there are no other photos except Shen Xibai .

That was He Qinghui's secret secret love.

With a 'ding' sound, He Qinghui's cell phone received another text message.

The sudden sound seemed extremely abrupt in the silent environment, and it even almost woke up Shen Xibai who had fallen asleep at the same time.

He Qinghui's hand paused, his brows were also furrowed, his fingers twisted into a ball, and he didn't know how long it took before he clicked on this text message.

[The matter has been resolved, he has now been sent to a nursing home abroad, and he will never return to China for the rest of his life. 】

He Qinghui stared at the phone screen, his expression didn't change much, as if what was written on it had nothing to do with him.

Finally... it's all settled.