Raised by bigots, I ran away

The sound of Yan Yangyang slamming the door was very loud, shaking Su Nanchuan's heart, making him tremble uncontrollably.

He had already shrunk in the corner, looking at Lin Yuemei with fear and anxiety, watching what happened in front of him, his eyes were timid, frightened and terrified.

However, Lin Yuemei seemed to have forgotten him. After all this trouble, she seemed to have finally lost her strength. She staggered to the sofa and fell down.

After a while, there were slight snoring sounds in the living room, and the drunk woman finally fell asleep.

Su Nanchuan's heart finally fell back, he walked over cautiously, he looked at Lin Yuemei, the woman's face was full of tears, her face was bloodless, her lips were dry and white.

On the back of his hand, there seemed to be a woman's hot tears.

Su Nanchuan couldn't help rubbing his pants with the back of his hand, then turned and ran back to the bedroom.

When he came out again, Su Nanchuan held a blanket in his hand and carefully covered Lin Yuemei.Afterwards, he turned around and went to the bathroom. When he came out, he held a hot towel in his hand, and tremblingly helped Lin Yuemei wipe off the wet tears on her face.

Lin Yuemei fell asleep until the afternoon.

Su Nanchuan had been hiding in the bedroom. He didn't know the time or what he was doing, so he sat in front of Yan Hanyang's desk, staring at a motorcycle model on Yan Hanyang's desk.

Later, he finally couldn't help but want to go to the bathroom, and when he opened the door, he saw Lin Yuemei sitting up from the sofa.

Naturally, Lin Yuemei also heard the sound of him opening the door, and turned her head to see Su Nanchuan.

Su Nanchuan panicked and shrank back in fear.

However, Lin Yuemei seemed to have forgotten what happened when she was drunk, she just glanced at him lightly, then turned back expressionlessly, went directly to the bathroom, and went back to her own bedroom after coming out.

When Lin Yuemei came out again, she had already changed into a long black dress.

She went directly to the hanger at the door, took a black hat and put it on her head, put on her shoes and went out.

He didn't look at Su Nanchuan again during the whole process, as if there was no such person in the family.

Su Nanchuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

-

Su Nanchuan stayed alone in an empty home.

The sky gradually darkened, and the room gradually darkened.

He found the light switch at the door and turned on the light in the living room, then walked into the kitchen silently.

There was nothing in the kitchen except the little porridge left over from the morning.

Su Nanchuan turned on the fire to heat up the porridge, and ate it bit by bit.

Half-year-old children are growing up, how can a bowl of porridge be full?

Sure enough, not long after, Su Nanchuan's stomach growled again.

But he couldn't find anything to eat, so he went back to the bedroom, nestled in the chair, buried his head in his arms, and began to cry.

I don't know how long it took, but it was completely dark.

After an unknown amount of time, the door in the yard finally rang, and someone came back.

Su Nanchuan instantly stood up nervously and apprehensively, pricked up his ears to listen, and soon there were footsteps in the yard, not high heels.

Su Nanchuan was overjoyed and hurriedly opened the bedroom door.

Yan Wenyang just entered the living room, and saw Su Nanchuan running out of the bedroom with joy and panic on his face, and shouted timidly: "Brother, you are back!"

Yan Qingyang paused, and looked down at him.

When he is not smiling, he is cold and rusty, making people afraid to approach him.

Su Nanchuan immediately hid his joyful expression, but the child is still young, no matter how hard he hides, he can't hide it.He looked at Yan Yang timidly, then was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly became tense: "Brother, what's wrong with you, why is your face hurt again?"

There was another wound on Yan Yangyang's right cheek, the wound was not quite like an abrasion, it was obviously a new one when he went out today.

"Ah."

Yan Qinyang responded coldly, and walked directly into the bedroom.

Su Nanchuan followed him into the bedroom, and took out the Band-Aid that he didn't use yesterday from his pocket while walking.

The band-aid was already a little wrinkled, and he held it in front of Yan Yangyang carefully, nervously and anxiously said: "Brother, I, let me put this on for you, you, you are bleeding..."

As Su Nanchuan spoke, the circles under his eyes became red again, and seeing that the tears were about to fall again, Yan Qin raised his brows and frowned, reached out his hand to cover his pure black eyes like deer, and said impatiently: "Don't cry!"

Su Nanchuan choked up for a moment, blinking his eyes desperately trying to blink back the tears.

So Yan Yangyang felt the soft eyelashes sweeping over his palms, itching.

Yan Hanyang let go of his hand, and Su Nanchuan saw the light again.

Yan Qinyang took off his coat and threw it on the chair. When he turned around, he saw Su Nanchuan still holding the band-aid, looking at him nervously and expectantly.

Yan Qingyang was very speechless, only thinking that this was a small trouble.

He sat on the bed, half leaned against the head of the bed, looked at Su Nanchuan coldly, and said, "It's too ugly, I won't post it."

Su Nanchuan never thought that it was because of this, he was already stupid, and now he didn't know what to say, his lips trembled slightly, and he was about to cry again.

"But, bleeding, bleeding kills."

Yan Qinyang smiled coldly, and was about to sarcastically, when he suddenly thought of something, he looked at Su Nanchuan, and said: "There is a white medicine box in the cabinet under the TV, go and get it."

Su Nanchuan nodded hurriedly, ran out quickly, and came in with the white medicine box in his arms after a while.

Yan Yang: "Open it."

Su Nanchuan obediently opened the white medicine box, which contained several white medicine bottles and several cardboard boxes.

Yan Yang: "Iodophor, have you seen it?"

Su Nanchuan followed Yan Hanyang's line of sight and found a white bottle with "iodophor" written on it.

Yan Qingyang looked at Su Nanchuan and raised the corners of his mouth: "Will you?"

Su Nanchuan froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

He didn't know how to do it originally, but yesterday he watched a children's educational film in the reception room of the police station, which mentioned that he could apply purple lotion or iodine for minor injuries.

Although Su Nanchuan is timid and introverted, he learns things very quickly.He found a cotton swab from the medicine box, unscrewed the bottle, carefully dipped the cotton swab in iodophor, then looked at Yan Hanyang timidly, and whispered: "Brother..."

Yan Yang looked at him with downcast eyes: "What?"

Su Nanchuan: "If it hurts, you..."

Yan Yangyang interrupted him impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up!"

Su Nanchuan shrank back in fright, then moved forward tremblingly, and gently wiped the cotton swab dipped in iodophor on Yan Hanyang's face with shaking hands.

Yan Yangyang's face was only scratched, with only a little blood stain, which was not particularly serious, and this injury was nothing to him at all.Su Nanchuan carefully rubbed iodophor on him, it could be seen that this was the first time this kid did this kind of thing, his hands were shaking badly.

Yan Tan raised his heart and said, am I using myself as an experiment for others?

He is really free.

Just as I was about to urge the child to hurry up, I heard the sound of "Gu~Gu~".

Yan Qinyang stared at Su Nanchuan's stomach twice, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Su Nanchuan was very embarrassed, and nodded with a blushing face.

Yan Yang: "You night..."

In the middle of speaking, Yan Yang stopped, and he looked at Su Nanchuan: "When did Lin Yuemei leave?"

Su Nanchuan: "Afternoon."

Yan Yangyang didn't even need to ask now, just how could Lin Yuemei cook for this child, the child probably didn't eat much all day.

Yan Qingyang reached out and pushed away Su Nanchuan's hand holding the cotton swab: "Okay, it's done."

Su Nanchuan: "Oh."

Su Nanchuan hurriedly lowered his head to pack up the medicine box, ran to the living room and put it back under the TV, and when he came back, he saw Yan Yang put on his coat again.

Is brother going out again?

Su Nanchuan stared blankly, feeling depressed and very sad.

Half-year-old children actually like to be lively. Although Su Nanchuan is different from other children, he has long been used to loneliness, but it is also loneliness within the range he thinks is safe.

For example, he can stay at home alone for a day when grandma goes to the fields.

For example, he can wait alone by the field while grandma is working, even from early morning to evening.

For another example, most of the children in the village don't want to play with him, he doesn't care that he can play by himself...

Because these are the environments and people he is familiar with.

But now, to be more precise, since yesterday, the circle of light around him that he thought was safe was suddenly torn open, and everything went inside, messy, noisy, and everything became strange... …he began to hate loneliness so much, hated and feared it more than ever.

Especially when he was alone in this strange room, he would feel abandoned and forgotten by everyone.

The half-grown child put all his thoughts on his face.

Yan Qinyang raised his eyebrows, flicked him on the forehead, and said, "What expression? Put on clothes, aren't you hungry?"

Su Nanchuan was taken aback, and when he realized what Yan Yang said, his darkened eyes suddenly became bright.

"Brother, wait for me!"

Su Nanchuan hurried to get his down jacket, put it on in a hurry and followed Yan Hanyang out.

-

The place where Yan Kangyang and the others lived was a long alley, which was not far from the Changqing River, so it was called Changqing Alley.

This alley by the Changqing River is one of the most old and dilapidated in Shenqing City. In the early years, leaders and employees of some government agencies lived here. Over time, the houses became more and more dilapidated, and the city is developing better every year. Yes, rich people bought high-rise buildings early and moved out, and those who have no money still stay here and still have no money.Therefore, this area has gradually become a "slum".

Su Nanchuan followed Yan Kangyang in the long alley.

The lights in the alley were on and off, Su Nanchuan was stumbling, and after accidentally kicking the trash can again, Yan Qinyang finally slowed down and waited for the child to catch up.

Yan Qingyang took Su Nanchuan around and around, and came to a dilapidated small shop after a while.

The business of the small shop was quite prosperous. As soon as Yan Yang entered, the owner of the small shop greeted him: "Hey, why is your face so bad again? Are you going to fight?"

The owner of the small shop is called Jiang Dajiang, who looks 27 or 8 years old, and regular customers call him Old Jiang.

Lao Jiang was wearing a white chef's uniform splashed with oil, and his tone was familiar, obviously he knew Yan Qingyang.

"Don't talk nonsense, is there still room?"

Yan Yangyang also hesitated when speaking to outsiders.

Old Jiang seemed to be used to his tone, and he didn't care at all: "Second floor, huh! Whose kid is this?"

Although Lao Jiang's eyes were small, they were sharp, and he suddenly saw the little boy following Yan Kangyang.

Su Nanchuan had never been to such a place before, and he was terrified at first. Hearing his yelling, he was so frightened that he hid behind Yan Yangyang, tugging at Yan Yangyang's clothes anxiously.

Yan Yang: "My brother, you are timid, don't scare people."

Yan Qingyang said while leading Su Nanchuan upstairs.

"One pork rib claypot rice, one sausage claypot rice."

When he reached the corner on the second floor, he stopped for a moment and said, "Another cup of hot milk."

Old Jiang: "Okay!"

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Yan Yangyang: Swear to the death not to put on ugly Band-Aids