The young man showed no intention of stopping for half an hour, and He Shanting handed him warm water: "We knew each other before?"

Song Zui, who was chattering in the last second, immediately shook his head the next.

Reason told him to skip the topic so as not to arouse suspicion, but he took a sip from the water glass, holding the glass and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know anyone in the southwest?"

"There is, but there is."

He Shanting reached out to wipe away the water stains on Song Zui's lips.

Song Zui let the other party wipe off the remaining water on his face, subconsciously straightened his body and listened quietly.

"What was that like?"

He Shanting seems to be really recalling: "I remember that he is not tall, his hair is slightly curly, and he always asks me to play with him outrightly. He doesn't recognize people when he runs out, a scumbag little white-eyed wolf."

Song Zui felt that using this word was very suspicious, as if he had done something indescribable. He suspected that a certain pornographic male model was driving, but there was no evidence.

But that's not the point.

The point is that he just pointed at him and said, oh, he is a short-tempered little man. If he wants to refute it, he can't refute it. He was indeed a bad-tempered little white-eyed wolf back then.

The young man put down his cup and refused to drink any more water. He squeezed his fist expressionlessly and then let it go. He didn't realize that his face was swollen, like a puffer fish just fished out of the river.

He Shanting looked at Song Zui, who was trying to cover his vest, and couldn't help but bow his head and kiss on the boy's bulging cheek, as if lightly poking the puffer fish's soft belly.

Song Zui was originally angry and didn't want to talk to him, but under the kiss, he unknowingly raised his neck comfortably and motioned for the other party to kiss his chin.

He didn't know how lethal this action was, but he felt that the other party's hand holding him was tightened all of a sudden, and every time he kissed, a piece of clothing fell off to the ground.

The word prostitution in the daytime came to his mind, and he couldn't help pushing the hand on his buttocks: "Don't disturb my study."

He Shanting raised his eyebrows lazily.

"Exercising for you while studying."

Song Zui realized that this person had no shame at all, and every time he said that he would never go out, he was ashamed to say that he would exercise the flexibility of his waist. If he was a coach, he would definitely report him into a mess.

He felt that his body was extremely swollen, but the other party kissed his sensitive wrist and could only bear it with closed eyes, but the other party even touched his eyelids so that he could watch his movements.

Song Zui cursed in his heart that he is a male vixen who is completely seductive, and he was quite enjoying himself because he didn't want to admit it with a flushed face.

Shanghai University is notoriously busy at the end of the semester, Song Zui never took his eyes off the textbook, after the exam he thought of Dr. Chen's words and went to the hospital for an examination.

He used to stay away from the hospital, holding the negative thought that minor illnesses don't need to be treated for serious illnesses, but because of He Shanting, he wanted to take good care of his body, so it was impossible for him to let the other party accompany a blind man.

Song Zui walked into the hospital with such thoughts in mind.

The nurse gave him medicine to dilate his pupils, and Dr. Chen performed a fundus examination with a slit lamp. Dr. Chen adjusted the angle of the light source and asked him, "Is there any discomfort in the eyes?"

"Dry photophobia."

Song Zui saw that the expression on Dr. Chen's face was not very good-looking, and he clenched his hands tightly to prepare for the worst.

Fortunately, the result of the diagnosis was only visual fatigue. Dr. Chen prescribed eye drops for him to relieve fatigue: "Usually don't use your eyes for too long, and do more exercises that are good for your health when you have time."

He lowered his head unnaturally when he heard the word "sports", thinking that luckily he didn't call He Shanting, otherwise he wouldn't get worse after hearing these words, and he wouldn't be able to see that he was a patient at all.

Thinking of this, Song Zui picked up the paper bag containing the medicine and asked casually: "By the way, how long has He Shanting been sick?"

Dr. Chen's eyes twitched when he heard the boy's name called He Shanting. Probably only Song Zui dared to call that name directly, because he was distracted and subconsciously said the answer.

"Fifty-eight years."

Song Zui stopped by the door of the consulting room and asked, "Then how can you be sure that the disease is congenital?"

After asking, he realized that he had made a fool of himself. Many genetic diseases are not born with the disease, and Dr. Chen has never said categorically that He Shanting's disease is congenital.

However, Dr. Chen's eyes were dodged, and Song Zui instinctively believed that there was something wrong. He always believed in his instinct and closed the door with his hands raised.

Dr. Chen took a while to explain: "The possibility of genetic diseases is high, and the onset time of different genetic diseases is different, and some of them last for more than ten years."

Song Zui sat down directly at the table.

"You continue to make up."

Dr. Chen panicked in the face of Song Zui's sudden attack. Although the person in front of him looked innocent and harmless, he still remembered Song Zui's appearance covered in blood, and he was not a character that could be easily dealt with.

He bite the bullet and said: "This matter is the biggest secret of the He family. If Mr. He finds out, I can't explain it."

"Just say I forced you."

Dr. Chen looked at the young man sitting at the table playing with a knife and couldn't help sighing, he couldn't deal with anyone big or small.

He was afraid that the knife would pierce his throat, so he could only confide the secret out of desire for survival: "That biological father is not Xu Min from the Xu family."

Song Zui knew about this from Chen Ming, so there was no surprise in his eyes, he put away his knife and asked.

"Who is that?"

An obvious struggle flashed across Dr. Chen's face, his lips opened and closed tremblingly, and finally he closed his eyes and dropped the shocking words as if looking for death.

"His own uncle."

He Shanting's uncle only pretended to be a painter. He was an unknown painter during his lifetime, but became famous after his death because of his paintings. Some people said he was a genius, while others said he was a deviant lunatic.

Song Zui guessed that He Shanting's biological father was not simple, but he didn't expect it to be brother-sister incest. It's hard to imagine that Mrs. He, who only cares about profit in everything, would like a prodigal painter, and even gave birth to a child.

"Mrs. He hesitated about wanting this child, but in the end she married Xu Min and gave birth." Dr. Chen said slowly, "Everyone thought it was the Xu family's child."

"In the beginning, Mrs. He was proud of him, because he was really a smart and beautiful child, but he was quiet and not talkative. Mrs. He wondered if he had a genetic defect. When he injured a classmate on the fencing field, she was sure It is a child with mental problems, and I regret giving birth to this child."

"and then?"

Song Zui clenched his hands unknowingly. If he hurt his classmate, he had a mental problem, then Lao Deng should send him to a mental hospital.

"Mrs. He was afraid that someone would be spotted, so instead of treating him, she locked him in the basement. I only found out about this later. When I rushed over, it was already too late. Mr. He couldn't speak at that time."

Dr. Chen blamed himself: "I asked him if he felt any discomfort, but he just silently pointed to his head. He was extremely sensitive to sound from that time. I went to school to find out what happened that day. The injured student admitted that he was on the playing field. Insulting Mrs. He, but Mrs. He doesn't believe that he is only allowed to go to the remote southwest."

Song Zui clenched his fists tightly, he finally knew what the secret Dr. Chen was trying to hide was that He Shanting's illness was not born with it but was locked up alive.

It must be scary without light.

No wonder He Shanting asked him if he was afraid of the dark. In the dark basement, there was no one to talk to. As time went by, he was sick and became sick, but Dr. Chen didn't say a word.

"Madam He has no choice but to do so." Dr. Chen hurriedly said, "The famous family of the He family cannot be scandalized, and if there is a way, they will not do so."

"Go to the fucking famous family!"

Although Song Zui knew that He Shanting's mother didn't completely hate He Shanting, after all, the child he gave birth to had no black and white love or hate, but he thought of the young Ating being locked up in the basement alone and couldn't help but swear.

Instead of talking about maintaining the reputation of the He family in a high-sounding manner, it is better to say that he wants to erase his absurd mistakes, but what is wrong with Ating?

It was obviously not his fault that he was born, but A Ting was regarded as a wrong product and locked up in a dark basement. When he finally came out, he still had to wear cold chains, and lived alone in the southwest.

Dr. Chen felt that the air was so cold that it was almost frozen. When the boy left, he heaved a long sigh of relief, and immediately called He Shanting.

Song Zui stood outside the clinic for a long time, until he heard a man's voice behind him: "Have you learned how to threaten people with a knife?"

He didn't expect Dr. Chen to sue so quickly, and he felt uneasy about being caught: "I'm sorry for being too capricious."

His behavior has obviously crossed the line, and it is useless to say sorry, who wants to be known by outsiders the most embarrassing things.

"It's quite capricious."

He Shanting raised his hand, Song Zui was ready for the opponent to hit someone, and he would not fight back, but the man gently pinched his face.

"You can ask me directly next time."

Song Zui felt the feeling of being completely trusted. He couldn't help hugging He Shanting's waist, and said frankly in a muffled voice in his arms, "Are you uncomfortable in the basement?"

"What's the matter?" He Shanting asked very casually, "Is it worth eating $[-] worth of caviar?"

If Song Zui's attention had been diverted by [-] US dollars in the past, not only did he not divert his attention this time, but his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

If He Shanting's illness was congenital, he would feel better about it, but since he was locked up, he dared not imagine how desperate he was when he looked at the closed door. The person rescued in the southwest was also a little white-eyed wolf .

He Shanting noticed the cold touch on the suit, and patted the boy on the back like comforting a child: "Why are you crying?"

Song Zui realized when he heard the other party's words that he didn't know when he was crying, and he refuted with red eyes.

"I didn't cry."

Song Zui buried his face in the opponent's arms, He Shanting just stroked his curly hair gently: "We did not cry when we tweeted."

The warmth of his hands on his hair didn't make him feel better, but made Song Zui's nasal cavity more and more sore: "Why did bad things happen to you?"

He Shanting looked down at the red-eyed boy helplessly.

He doesn't think there is anything wrong with his illness, he knows that his birth is superior to most people, the gift of fate always has a price, how can there be so many things that go well.

I can't remember the time in the basement. Although he said over and over again that he was not sick, the door was still closed, but for him it was just another place to read.

It's just that the environment underground was so quiet that he could hear the sound of water falling on the ground.

a drop.

Another drop.

No matter when there was always a sound in his ears, he realized that he was really sick, and he opened the door with blood dripping from his fingertips.

However, all he saw was the disgust in the woman's eyes, and he finally became a defective product as his mother wished.

He quietly reads books and paintings in the southwest, but his paintings are torn into pieces, which may remind the woman of his contemptible biological father, and the handcuffs used to hold the paintbrush are tied with heavy iron chains.

He lowered his eyes and realized that he didn't have anything of his own in the huge house, except for Dr. Chen who came occasionally, he could only talk to himself, and he was too lazy to talk.

Until one day he heard an exceptionally small voice, and when he walked out of the huge house, he saw the bruised and bruised boy lying on the ground.

It was a beautiful and fragile boy, even though he was covered in blood, he looked like a work of art. He had no parents or relatives, and if he took it back, it would be his.

He bent down and carried away the dying boy.

He Shanting later had many things, but Song Zui was the first thing that belonged to him, something that belonged to him alone.

The young man had an astonishingly tenacious vitality, and he dared to stumble out of bed the day after the operation. Even Doctor Chen was taken aback and hurriedly told the young man to go back to bed to rest.

Song Zui always has endless energy, either coquettishly asking him to tell a story or climbing to the roof in a thrilling way. The originally quiet house is full of too lively voices.

Under the magnificent sunlight, the young man fell into his arms, he could only hear Song Zui's voice in the whole world, for some reason he only wanted to hear Song Zui's voice.

He Shanting lowered his blue-gray eyes and softly comforted the young man who complained about him: "Probably all the misfortunes are for the luck of meeting you."

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