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hand outstretched to him.

After going through the wall, Song Qingyu found Lu Zheng and asked her to go to the kitchen to steal some food so that he could give it to Lu Xu.

Song Qingyu returned to the punishment room with a bowl of white rice and two washed cucumbers.

But he immediately thought of another thing, "Lu Xu, how can you go to the toilet after eating? You can't keep holding it in, it will ruin you."

Lu Xu knocked on the wall beside him, making a clanging sound, "This is the toilet."

Of course, there is no light in the toilet, there is only one toilet and one sink.

"Oh, that's good, come and eat quickly."

After Lu Xu finished eating, his cramped stomach slowly eased down.

62. Extra Story ([-])

◎"Dream World" I will accompany you in your childhood◎

Song Qingyu may not be clear, but because Lu Xu has come in many times, he knows that ten hours have passed.

Roughly, there are still more than 30 hours until he can get out of this small dark room.

After Lu Xu finished eating, Song Qingyu took out the plate again, and washed it very thoughtfully.

After all, if he didn't wash it clean, Lu Xu might be in a worse situation if his servants found out and told his parents, so it's better to be cautious at this time.

After all, he didn't want to make Lu Xu's punishment more severe because of his own reasons.

Just like that, as soon as Lu Xu said he was hungry, Song Qingyu would immediately go out to find him something to eat.

The life in the small black house for the past two days has finally passed, but unfortunately Lu Xu still has a fever, and he has a fever for no reason.

Song Qingyu touched Lu Xu's forehead, the fever had not subsided, and his forehead was still hot.

The towel on it had become warm. Song Qingyu took the towel to the bathroom to change the water, and then put it on Lu Xu's head.

Finally, the next morning, Lu Xu's fever subsided and she woke up.

*******

Lu Xu is a young man with a tragic life. If his life is made into a movie, it will definitely make a large number of audiences cry.

He himself didn't really care about this, he didn't feel how pathetic his life was, he just thought he was ridiculous.

But suddenly one day, dramatic events happened to him, and he and Lu Zheng had a secret.

The secret was that he and Lu Zheng could see a boy, and only they could see it.

The boy is a talkative person, the boy is a very beautiful person, and the boy is a very cheerful person.

The boy is like a little sun, the boy said he is a messenger sent from heaven.

The boy said his name was Song Qingyu, and the boy was really like his name, like a feather, pure white and light.

It seemed that in the next second, he would be summoned back by the heavens. The boy was really like an angel.

The boy is really a nice person, the boy is the cleanest person he has ever seen.

Although he hasn't seen many people, but the boy is really someone he will never forget.

That day he was locked up again by his mother. He was used to that kind of dark situation, and he was also used to not eating for a day or two.

He knew that his mother's behavior was against the law, but he had no intention of reporting his mother, and he didn't care anymore.

If something happened to his parents, Lu Zheng and he would have no home in the future.

He doesn't care if he has a home, but he can't let the young Lu Zheng be like him.

Like a boat without a safe haven, it floats alone on the rough sea.

After he entered the confinement room, the boy followed him. The boy was a little scared, and then hugged him vigorously.

The boy used a clear voice to tell him fairy tales over and over again.

Even though those stories were childish, they brought him comfort in this dark space.

At that moment, he really wanted to hug the boy tightly, but he couldn't, otherwise he would scare him away.

The boy asked him if he was hungry, and he replied that he was very hungry, so the boy hurried out to get him something to eat.

The young man cared about him very much, the young man seemed to regard him as the whole world, as if he was like the young man's...

The boy always said that he would always be with him, even though he really wanted to believe it, but the boy never had a sense of belonging in his eyes.

The young man seemed to be looking at others through him. When the young man looked at that person, his eyes were full of nostalgia.

He really wanted to tell the boy that he was not the person the boy saw, but he couldn't say it.

He didn't want the young man to look at other people, he didn't want the young man to be a stranger to him from now on.

So the next time the boy looked at him, he always pretended not to see the boy, as if that was the only thing the boy was looking at.

If Song Qingyu knew what he was thinking, he would definitely shake Lu Xu's shoulders to clear his mind.

Because Lu Xu was thinking too much, he didn't look at others through Lu Xu, but the moment he saw Lu Xu, he would think of Lu Xu when he grew up.

That's why it gave the young Lu Xu the illusion that Song Qingyu was looking at others through him.

It is common for Lu Xu to have a fever after leaving the confinement room, let alone a small fever, so the servants just gave him some medicine and left him alone.

While he was burning in a daze, a cold hand pressed against his forehead.

He couldn't help rubbing those hands, like a big dog begging its master to pet its head.

Immediately afterwards, a cold towel was attached to his forehead, and he let out a comfortable breath.

Then fell into a deep sleep. When I had a fever before, even the dreams I had were nightmares.

But this time when I had a fever, the dream I had when I fell asleep was a very beautiful dream, but I couldn't figure it out.

In the dream, it was the grown-up boy, and the grown-up him. In the dream, the grown-up boy kissed the grown-up him.

Even though it was just a dream, he still blushed in the dream, but kissed the boy again.

He didn't even want to wake up from this dream, because the relationship between them was so beautiful, it was what he longed for.

When his fever subsided, when he woke up, he saw the boy obediently lying beside his bed, falling asleep quietly.

As if he couldn't control it, he stretched out his hands and touched the boy's face, which was as soft as he imagined.

He thought the boy would wake up soon, but he waited and waited, and the boy didn't wake up after waiting all night.

And the boy's body became more and more transparent again, as if it would disappear in the next second.

The boy also confirmed his thoughts, but after a while, the boy disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

He will never see that boy who was good to him again, he will never see that good boy again.

************

Song Qingyu originally fell asleep next to Xiao Luxu's bed, but when he woke up, he found himself back.

After he woke up, Lu Xu next to him also woke up, watching him sitting on the bed in a daze.

Feeling a little cute, he reached out and touched Song Qingyu's head, and Song Qingyu came back to his senses.

"I had a dream."

"I had a dream."

The voices of two people sounded at the same time, even the content was the same.

Song Qingyu blinked and asked Lu Xu to speak first. Lu Xu chuckled, "It's a very interesting dream. I met a very beautiful boy in the dream."

Song Qingyu waited for him to finish speaking, and kissed his forehead, "I also had a very interesting dream. In the dream, there was a little old-fashioned, always with a straight face, not cute at all."

Lu Xu nodded, echoing his words, even though the old-fashioned person he scolded was himself.

Song Qingyu went on to say: "Although the old man is not cute, I like him very much."

Lu Xu hummed, then hugged Song Qingyu, hugging him tightly, just like the scene in his thoughts of hugging Song Qingyu in the confinement room.

Whether Song Qingyu likes him in the past or not, he doesn't care, as long as Song Qingyu can like him, the current him is enough.

His past is not glorious, and he is not worthy of people's liking, but no matter what, he hopes that Song Qingyu can always like him.

Whether it is the present or the illusory future, he is always looking forward to it.

The author says:

This article is officially over here, thank you to those who read my poorly written article.

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