The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

Yi Cheng left the people he brought to deal with the Shen family's affairs, and walked out with Shen and Qiu in his arms.

He glanced back at the attic where Shen and Qiu were trapped.

The knocked-out window in the attic looked familiar.

Yi Cheng paused, and he looked at the window, narrowing his eyes slightly.

But soon turned around, continued to walk forward with the person in his arms, and got into the car.

It was a little dark inside the car, and Yi Sheng was worried that Shen and Qiu would be scared, so he turned on the lights in the car.

The light of the headlights is not bright, but it still illuminates the environment in the car.

"Jiujiu." Yi Cheng held Shen Heqiu's face, kissed the sweaty little friend, then leaned over and pressed his forehead together, "Are you still afraid?"

Shen Heqiu was cold and scared, his body hurt like hell, and his whole body was still in a state of confusion and ignorance.

He looked for the source of the sound and raised his face slowly, his wet eyes met Yi Cheng's eyes that were as deep as a deep pool.

Shen Heqiu's condition was really not good, his whole body was cold, his face was pale, and there were teardrops on his long eyelashes.

His pupils were all slack, and his eyes only fell on Yi Sheng's face in vain, as if the wind would disperse them.

"Chirp?" Yi Cheng lowered his voice, fearing that it might scare him.

He raised Shen Heqiu's bruised hand, the blood in the wound was mixed with the dust on the ground, making one's heart seem to be seized in an instant.

Yi Sheng's heart constricted and he wanted to see if Shen and Qiu were injured elsewhere, but he was afraid that rash actions would cause Shen and Qiu discomfort and pain.

I had no choice but to coax people in a low voice: "Jiujiu, tell me, is there any pain?"

Shen and Qiu didn't respond, as if they were still immersed in the mixed emotions of cold and fear, they shed tears without saying a word.

Yi Cheng could feel that Shen Heqiu began to tremble slightly again when he hugged the person. He hugged the person tightly and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, Jiujiu, don't be afraid..."

Seeing that the comforting effect of words was not obvious, he bent down again, kissed the red corners of Shen Heqiu's crying eyes, and stroked Shen Heqiu's sweaty forehead, trying to comfort him with body movements.

But Shen Heqiu still cried more and more tears, falling down like pearls with a broken thread.

Yi Sheng hugged Shen and Qiu, and the children were still crying quietly.

If all else fails, maybe the only thing I can do is try this...

He searched out the song he sang before from his memory, patted Shen Heqiu's back with his right hand, and hummed softly: "Twinkle, twinkle, littlar. How I wonder what you are..."

Yi Sheng closed his eyes, as if that day many years ago appeared before his eyes again.

He carried the little boy who had just been rescued from the dark room on his back, and while walking towards the hospital, he hummed Little Xingxing to his cute little brother.

Little Tuanzi lay on his back, heard him sing, and sang along quietly in his ear.

Xiaotuanzi's voice was light and nimble, like a gust of warm and light wind, blowing straight into people's hearts.

"...Upa wave vheworldsohigh.Likeadia touch ndihesky..."

The man's voice was deep and gentle.

It made Shen and Qiu feel familiar and warm.

It seems that someone sang to him like this a long time ago.

The car drove slowly on the road, with slight bumps and shakes.

There is a gentle singing in my ears.

Shen Heqiu calmed down a little bit, he leaned on Yi Sheng's shoulder, and finally pulled out his deep-seated emotions from the quagmire of fear of the cold.

Mr. Yi is holding him...

Mr. Yi is singing to him.

Shen Heqiu's eyes were sour, and finally he couldn't restrain himself from crying.

"I'm so scared... oh, I want to call you, but... but I don't have my phone..." When he spoke, he was full of cute crying, and he would hiccup from time to time.

Shen and Qiutuan cried loudly in this embrace that gave him a full sense of security, as if they wanted to vent all their anxiety and fear together.

He grabbed Yi Cheng's clothes, tears quickly wet a small piece of material on Yi Cheng's shoulders.

He was so scared.

That dark and quiet little attic was the last fragment in his memory that he didn't want to recall.

The almost suffocating loneliness is what he fears the most.

So in front of the most trustworthy Mr. Yi, Shen and Qiu couldn't stop their tears from falling.

It's like a lost traveler finally came to an oasis in the desert, crying out with relief and catharsis.

Yi Sheng held his crying little Nightingale in his arms,

"Well, it's my fault that made Jiujiu scared."

"But don't be afraid, I won't let Jiujiu stay in that kind of place alone in the future."

He comforted Shen Heqiu softly, as if making a promise to himself.

He would never leave his little Nightingale alone again.

Shen Heqiu cried for a long time, his eyes were red, swollen and hot from crying.

Yi Sheng lowered his head and kissed his eyes: "The injury on the hand needs to be dealt with, can Jiujiu hold back the pain?"

Shen Heqiu looked at the wound on his hand that was still mixed with dust, and felt that the leg that was hit was also aching, and knew that the wound might need to be cleaned and applied medicine.

Afraid of the severe pain, he pursed his lips and asked in a low voice: "But, can you be gentler? Be gentler, and you can hold it back."

Shen Heqiu's injured hand was placed in the palm of Yi Sheng's palm, and he had turned the medicine box out of the car, which contained the most basic disinfection and bruise medicine.

"Okay, I'll take it easy, Jiujiu bear with it."

Holding a cotton swab, Yi Sheng first helped Shen and Qiu clean up the scratched wounds on their hands.

At that time, it fell on the unswept floor of the attic. The ground was rough and a lot of dust had accumulated.

The blood at the wound was mixed with dust particles. Yi Sheng worried that it would cause wound infection, so he carefully disinfected and cleaned the wound with a cotton swab.

The antiseptic liquid seeped into the wound, causing Shen and Qiu to subconsciously withdraw their hands in pain, but they held back trembling.

He promised Mr. Yi that he would hold back.

Yi Cheng noticed that Shen Heqiu's hands were trembling, and he moved faster to deal with it.

He cleaned up the wounds on Shen Heqiu's hands, and saw that the child's eye circles were even redder: "Is it too painful?"

Shen Heqiu originally wanted to shake their heads, but Mr. Yi's gentle voice always makes people unconsciously relaxed and dependent, so he said "um" in a nasal voice.

Yi Cheng pulled Shen Heqiu's wrist, lowered his head and gently blew on the wound.

His breath was soft and warm, blowing through Shen Heqiu's palms, causing a tingling itch, all the way to the fingertips.

Shen Heqiu couldn't hold back and curled their fingertips.

"Does it still hurt?" Yi Sheng let go of Shen Heqiu's hand.

Shen Heqiu's fair ears turned pink: "No, it doesn't hurt..."

He paused and then whispered, "Itches."

Yi Cheng laughed lowly, and rubbed Shen Heqiu's head: "Is there any pain?"

Shen Heqiu moved his left leg slowly, timidly: "Leg..."

Yi Sheng bent down to roll up Shen Heqiu's trouser legs, almost to the knees, and there was a bruise on the exposed white calf, with purple blood oozing from it.

Shen Heqiu's skin was white, and the bluish purple bruises were lying on his delicate and white legs, which was extremely dazzling.

The hostility in Yi Sheng's eyes was slightly deep, but he restrained it well.

Fortunately, the wound looked scary, but it was just a bruise, not serious.

Yi Sheng carefully wiped the silt-removing medicine on it.

He was afraid of hurting Shen Heqiu, so he moved more lightly.

Shen Heqiu hardly felt any pain. In the quiet and comfortable car, he looked up at the warm interior lights, and then lowered his eyelids little by little.

He's a little... sleepy.

Yi Sheng got up after applying the medicine, and saw the little boy's head nodding. He was so sleepy but he couldn't sleep.

He put away the ointment, reached out and hugged the dozing child in his arms.

"Go to sleep."

"Wake up and you'll be home."

Shen Heqiu was sleepy, and after being held in Yi Cheng's arms, they obediently closed their eyes and fell asleep in Yi Cheng's arms.

Wake up...and be home.

In the dream, he was lying on a person's back, listening to the person singing to himself.

Ah, that song just now.

Is his favorite little star.

The silver bracelet dangled on his wrist, it was given to him by his brother who was behind his back.

In the dream, he raised his eyes, and not far away was the hospital they were going to.

Yi Cheng hugged the sleeping child, ran his fingers through his hair, and stroked it soothingly.

He covered Shen Heqiu's closed eyes with his hands, but what he remembered was the appearance of these eyes when they were opened.

Just now when he stood outside Shen's house and looked back, he recognized these eyes.

Those amber eyes hiding in the shadow of the attic were as clear as stars falling from the sky.

It's the same as it was back then.

Perhaps it was not Rapunzel that was hidden in the tower, but a beautiful and thin little nightingale, whose wings were broken and locked inside, so even the singing was weak.

Yi Sheng tightened his arms, and gently placed a kiss on the top of the hair of the person in his arms.

His little nightingale did not deserve to be chained in a tower, nor in a golden cage.

It should be carefree and free.

Yi Sheng used his fingertips to remove the moisture from the corners of Shen Heqiu's eyes, and then gently wiped away the tears on his face.

Even if it wasn't like this before, it should be like this in the years to come.

night.

Yi Sheng settled Shen and Qiu down, and after making sure that the children were still sleeping soundly on the bed, he went to the study next door and answered the phone.

He was temporarily dispatched to deal with the call from the Shen family: "Boss Yi, the Shen family has already taken care of it."

"Is it coming according to your plan?"

Yi Sheng looked calm: "Well, thank you for your hard work."

He just needs to repay twice what the Shen family has done to Shen and Qiu.

After hanging up the phone, Yi Sheng took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer in the study.

Since the quality of sleep has been guaranteed, and considering that he does not want the children to smell the smell of cigarettes, he basically has never touched cigarettes, and he does not carry the cigarette case with him, and puts them all in the drawer of the study.

But at this time, the feeling of irritability seemed to return.

Yi Cheng lit a cigarette, and the sparks flickered on and off in the dark night.

He called Jiang Zhengbo.

"Hey."

Jiang Zhengbo quickly picked up the phone: "Hello? Master Yi, did you set a date for the encounter that you said last time you would bring Qiu out?"

Yi Cheng stared at the cigarette between his fingers: "No."

The cigarette butt burned slowly, and the length of the cigarette gradually shortened.

Jiang Zhengbo noticed that Yi Sheng's mood was wrong: "What's wrong? Not happy?"

"Yeah." Yi Sheng's voice was low and hoarse, "Last time you told me to eliminate the source of stimulation as much as possible."

"I couldn't do it."

He made Shen Heqiu hurt again, and he failed to protect them even though they were right under his nose.

"He's sick again." Yi Sheng took a puff of cigarette, his throat was slightly choked, and his voice became hoarse.

"……It was my fault."

The author has something to say: I forgot to deposit the manuscript time 555555555

感谢在2021-01-2318:08:12~2021-01-2418:57:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 11 bottles of Su Mu; 3 bottles of Hansu Weikenxiao; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!