he is afraid, he pretends

There was a long silence in the alley.

Cen Xiwen looked at Wen Siyuan, who had been staring at the news on his mobile phone for a long time without making a sound, and the joy of success gradually welled up in his eyes.

He stretched comfortably, and was about to speak again with a leisurely expression when Wen Siyuan's voice, which was obviously much colder than usual, sounded first in the quiet alley.

"Did you say that to him too?"

Cen Xiwen didn't react for a while, until Wen Siyuan added: "Call him a monster."

After hearing everything, Cen Xiwen slowly laughed: "Since it's the truth, why didn't you tell it?"

When he spoke, his tone was contemptuous, as if he was just telling an unimportant joke, and a smile was always clenched at the corner of his mouth.

But that smile didn't last long, because the moment his words fell, a fist hit his face firmly.

The glasses were smashed crookedly on the tip of his nose, and a rare look of astonishment appeared on his gentle face.

After the astonishment, a little anger surged up, he straightened his glasses and looked at Wen Siyuan, and found that Wen Siyuan's usually expressionless face was obviously gloomy at the moment.

Wen Siyuan's appearance itself is a fierce type, but because he always wears more elegant gold-rimmed glasses on weekdays, and he studies liberal arts, his quiet and calm temperament greatly weakens his sharp appearance.

Therefore, once his face darkened and his eyebrows were pressed down, a sense of oppression that could not be ignored would instantly dissipate from him.

Cen Xiwen squinted his eyes, extremely displeased with the sense of oppression brought by other people, he licked a piece of meat that had just been bitten in his mouth, and when his mind was running fast, he suddenly heard Wen Siyuan's voice.

"The truth?" Wen Siyuan's voice was obviously gloomy and a hint of impatience that almost broke the shell, "For a child who has not yet been able to receive education and acquire the correct view of good and evil, force him to fight back by repeatedly injuring him. Instilling in him the distinction between self-preservation and active injury, forcibly distorting his cognition of good and evil, is this your truth?"

Hearing Wen Siyuan's words, Cen Xiwen fell into short thoughts, and soon he laughed lightly: "Wu Luming really knows how to behave badly in front of you, I said I just said him a monster, how can you directly infer that I have repeatedly hurt him, did he tell you? Did he tell you that I hid his milk to frame him? I brought others to bully him? "

As he was talking, he suddenly felt very funny. He stopped talking and laughed for a while, then looked at Wen Siyuan again and said, "Mr. Wen, why are you so sure that what he told you is true?" What about his words? Just because his words come first, so he is true and I am false? Then if I knew you before him and told you my miserable experience of being persecuted by him, would you still choose to believe him? "

Seeing that Wen Siyuan didn't respond right away, his smile gradually deepened, but what Wen Siyuan said next second made him almost unable to laugh.

"Not everyone is easily manipulated by your words."

After Wen Siyuan finished speaking, he frowned and looked at Cen Xiwen for a while, and finally turned around and left without saying a word or doing anything else.

In Cen Xiwen's eyes, his almost condescending reaction instantly felt like a thorn stuck in Cen Xiwen's throat, causing Cen Xiwen to angrily kick over the trash can at his feet after he disappeared into the alley.

·

Wen Siyuan walked out of the alley, but did not immediately go to the noodle restaurant across the street, but stood at the entrance of the alley, slowly slowing down his breathing, and controlled the restless emotions in his body.

The hand that had just beaten Cen Xiwen was aching.

He had hardly hit anyone since he was a child, but just now, if his reason hadn't suppressed him, he even wanted to punch Cen Xiwen a few more times.

Wen Siyuan has been able to get the answers to most of the mysteries about Wu Luming from what Cen Xiwen said just now.

But after knowing the reason, Wen Siyuan felt as if a stone had been pressed into his heart, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

For a moment, the painful hand felt a tingling sensation like being burned, but this tingling feeling didn't come from the punch that hurt Cen Xiwen just now.

Wen Siyuan raised his hand to look at the reddish palm.

Time passed by in a trance, and the dry palm became wet and hot.

The boy was flushed with fever. His red-hot face was buried tightly in his palm, and a muffled voice mixed with suppressed crying sounded intermittently.

[It looks like I'm... going to... die. ]

【why? 】

[I can't see myself. ]

[I can't find it, I... I can't find it... I can't find it, I'm going to disappear. ]

[I'm about to disappear. ]

·

On the second day when Wen Siyuan came to this rural town where it was always snowing as a substitute teacher, Wen Siyuan encountered a small problem that could be regarded as a problem.

Probably out of curiosity about the new teacher, the students in the class he substitutes for especially love to ask him questions.

It would be fine if all the questions were about Chinese knowledge, but on the second day of asking the questions, several mischievous students seemed to have negotiated in advance and threw math problems at him one after another.

Senior one students do not go to evening self-study.

He received the message at seven o'clock the next night, when he was still sitting in the living room on the first floor of the cabin, with the computer on the armrest of the sofa next to his hand.

The owners of this hut, a pair of old and kind old people, went out to the supermarket to stock up on food about ten minutes ago.

The weather forecast says that there will be snowstorms in the next week, as short as one day, and there may be three to four days of being unable to go out in severe cases.

The remaining owner of the hut, the grandson of the old couple, returned to the bedroom on the second floor after dinner.

The kid doesn't seem to be going out.

Wen Siyuan has been here for two days, and the child has walked the farthest distance from home, which is sitting on the steps in front of the house.

But soon after being discovered by the second elder, he was called back to the house by the second elder with concern.

He seems to be in poor health.

Before moving here, Wen Siyuan had heard Wu Shengjin mention it, but even if Wu Shengjin didn't mention it, anyone with a discerning eye could still see it.

The child was always dressed in bright red, covering his whole body with a small face, and even in the heated cabin, the hat was almost never taken off.

His hair was a little long, almost to the point of ear-length short hair, and the soft yellow hair was attached to his neck obediently, which further accentuated his obviously sickly pale skin.

Wen Siyuan saw his wrist exposed by accident once, almost to the extent that the skin was close to the bone.

Probably because of being too thin, the child's eyes looked very big, clearly a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, but the fundus of the eyes was always stagnant, without any emotional ups and downs.

During the two days that Wen Siyuan lived in the hut, he could clearly feel that the old man of this family was very careful with the child.

It is a kind of carefulness that cares everywhere, but dare not show too obvious in front of children.

Not just the old couple.

Every day at the dinner table at noon and evening, there will be a woman talking to the child. The tone of the call is exactly the same as that of the two old people, and they dare not show too much concern.

Wen Siyuan didn't know the reason, but looking at the child who seemed to be well-behaved and quiet every day, but actually looked like stagnant water without any waves, he could probably guess the reason.

He must be sick.

Wen Siyuan thought.

On the work account, Wen Siyuan finally stopped writing the lesson plans after watching three students send math problems one after another, thinking about how to give a reasonable educational reply to these three people.

His hand rested on the keyboard for a while, and when he was about to type, a very soft voice suddenly came from his ear: "One-half."

Wen Siyuan paused.

Without waiting for him to look back, his nose first caught the very faint cold fragrance that seemed to be wrapped in the wind and snow outside the window.

It's just that the fragrance was quickly diluted by the fragrance of milk.

Wen Siyuan subconsciously remembered that when he went downstairs last night, he saw a child across the street entering the room holding hot milk.

He turned his head while thinking, and he really saw Wu Luming holding a glass of smoking milk, standing behind him slightly bent.

The child should have taken a bath and changed into pajamas.

It's also a bright red, furry Christmas style, and the hat on the head has also changed from a knitted hat to a furry red nightcap.

The child met his gaze and smiled faintly at him.

It was the same as every smile that Wen Siyuan saw him these two days.

The same upward angle of the corners of the mouth, the same degree of slight curvature of the eyes, and the same pitch-black pupils without the slightest warmth at all.

The pajamas seemed a bit too big for him, and they hung loosely on his body. When he bent over a little, the collar completely lost the protection of his collarbone and part of his chest.

The almost transparent white skin and the faintly visible rib-shaped scenery were revealed in front of Wen Siyuan.

At this moment, the person in front of him seemed to have turned into a butterfly in Wen Siyuan's eyes.

A beautiful but fragile butterfly.

The butterfly flapped its wings gently after being injured and fell, not as if it was dying, but as if it was giving a final hint before the countdown of life.

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Xiaowen's memory part will be a little heavier. After the heavy part, Xiaowen will almost roll up his sleeves and start working

Recently, before the Mid-Autumn Festival is a small node of the company's project, there are more work and meetings at home after work, so everyone should feel that my recent update frequency has dropped again. I don't know when this will be the end. I guess it is November It should be better in the future. In this chapter, I will send you some small red envelopes to make up for the recent update. It happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!