During the live broadcast, he was confessed by the wealthy and proud

In the end, Ruan Wenxi didn't continue to delve into what Xu Qisi asked, as long as he was happy, he could say anything.

Ruan Wenxi sat on the sofa with Xu Qisi, and when Xu Qiqi finally remembered that she still had things to do and stopped talking for the time being, she had time to go back to the room with Xu Qisi.

Compared with the villa in Fangshi Garden, this room where Xu Qisi has lived for more than 20 years has a more biochemical atmosphere. When you open the door, you can see slightly messy desks and cabinets, as well as scattered piles of things.

In the entire room, only the bed was made neatly - and it was obvious from a glance that it should be made by the Xu family's housekeeper.

Xu Qisi forgot how messy his room looked, and felt embarrassed after opening the door: "Sorry, usually... I'm more casual, so I haven't cleaned it up much."

Ruan Wenxi smiled, and said jokingly: "It can be seen that it is the room style that we are confused about Xiaoqi."

Xu Qisi's ears were slightly red, but he didn't refute. He went to the cloakroom and dragged out a big box.

The large box is enough to hold a thick winter quilt, and there is still room left, which is full of various sundries.

However, there were wheels under the box, so it didn't take much effort to push it around. After a while, Xu Qisi pushed the big box to the bedside.

He took out a small folding chair from under the desk, and began to move out the big boxes little by little.

Ruan Wenxi asked curiously: "Did Xiao Qi keep the painting here?"

Xu Qisi glanced at the stuff in the big box, and scratched his head embarrassingly: "I put it at the bottom and used it to press the bottom of the box."

Ruan Wenxi responded: "It can be seen that it is indeed something Xiao Qi can do."

Because I like to escape, I throw all the things I don't want to see to the place where I am least likely to see them, with a bit of self-willedness.

But in fact, Xu Qisi didn't want to do that either.

Ruan Wenxi's expression quickly changed to distressed again, he sat by the bed, raised his hand and patted his head.

Xu Qisi sensed the movement and looked up suspiciously.

Ruan Wenxi just smiled slightly: "It's nothing. I think these things should be Xiaoqi's personal belongings, so I won't meddle indiscriminately."

Xu Qisi shook his head: "It's okay. Most of them are actually things I collected when I was a child, and there's nothing you can't see."

Having said that, he looked away again, and his voice became softer: "If Brother Wen Xi is interested, you can take a look at it as you like."

Ruan Wenxi was poked by his cute little expression, and couldn't help laughing: "I won't be polite if Xiao Qi said that?"

Xu Qisi nodded and responded softly, "Yes."

The things in the big box were just as Xu Qisi said, they were all small toys, photo albums and gifts from others that were insignificant when they were young, and they were not so bad that they couldn't be seen by others.

It's just that most of the things that can be put here are from the past that he doesn't want to touch again. After counting, today should be the first time he rummaged through it.

For some reason, Xu Qisi himself didn't want to face the matter of Wu Wu, but with Ruan Wenxi by his side, he could show some unknown courage.

He is willing to frankly show the past that he himself wants to avoid in front of Ruan Wenxi.

Ruan Wenxi didn't know his little thoughts, and most of the time he still maintained due respect and politeness, until he saw a photo album, he couldn't help asking again: "Can I have a look at this?"

Xu Qisi glanced at the photo album he was holding in his hand. Most of it contained photos of him before the first grade, and he probably put it into this big box when he was in the sixth grade.

At that time, there were only scattered items in this big box, but it would accumulate more and more later.

Ruan Wenxi noticed his momentary trance, and invited with a smile: "Xiaoqi, do you want to review it together? Seeing how old this box is, you haven't opened it for a long time, right?"

Xu Qi thought for a while, nodded, and simply got up and sat on the edge of the bed with Ruan Wenxi.

There was already a layer of dust on the album, so Xu Qisi took out a tissue and wiped the cover aside before carefully opening it.

The first page of the album wrote the time of the first photo and the last photo, and it said that it contained all the photos from Xu Qisi's five-month-old to his sixth birthday.

Xu Qisi's memories of before the first grade were too vague and distant. When Xu Qisi continued to scroll down, he saw a chubby baby smiling brightly at the camera.

He is five months old and has no teeth yet. He is a little baby carved in powder and jade. When he smiles, his eyes are completely bent into a crescent shape, and his fleshy hands seem to want to grab the camera. He regards the camera as a way to tease him. play with toys.

Xu Qisi couldn't see that this chubby dumpling would be what he looked like when he was a child.

Ruan Wenxi couldn't help laughing and praised: "Sure enough, Xiaoqi is cute since he was a child. It's a pity that I didn't get to know you at that time, otherwise I would definitely want to come and play with you every day. We are like bamboo horses who grew up together."

Xu Qisi's ears turned red: "Brother Wen Xi, stop making fun of me."

Ruan Wenxi smiled again, and did not refute Xu Qisi's words, as if he was tacitly acquiescing.

Xu Qisi didn't think much about it, he was used to Ruan Wenxi being gentle on weekdays, but he liked to tease him from time to time.

He continued to scroll down, and there were photos of Xu Qisi playing at home and going out when he was a child, photos of him grabbing the drawing board at the first birthday banquet, and all kinds of pictures of him asking Xu Qixian for hugs and playing with his parents Photo.

The frames of these photos are different, but in almost every photo, little Xu Qisi faces the camera with the brightest smile.

Xu Qisi vaguely remembered that before the first grade, he was always praised by his family and guests as a kid who loved to laugh, especially when he saw him at home, he was almost always smiling.

He was so carefree back then.

Xu Qisi gradually flipped through the entire photo album. The last photo in the album was a picture of him making a wish on the birthday cake on his sixth birthday.

He no longer remembers what kind of wish he made at the beginning, but he saw the wishes of his family members next to the last photo, which is the last page of the album.

"Happy birthday, I hope Xiaoqi can continue to be happy every day. Mom"

"Happy birthday, healthy growth. Dad"

"Happy birthday brother! In the future, I will earn money so that my brother can happily do what he likes—brother"

Under a few words of blessing, there were also a few meaningless graffiti, which were obviously left by Xu Qiqi, who was not yet one year old at the time.

He raised his hand and rubbed lightly on the four different handwritings, and he could almost imagine their expressions when they wrote these words.

He is actually very lucky, he has a group of family members who love him very much, but before today, he still couldn't really believe their love for him.

Sometimes, some things, perhaps should not be avoided.

Sensing his changed mood, Ruan Wenxi patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said with a smile, "At least from today onwards, Xiao Qi will be different from Xiao Qi in the previous period."

Xu Qisi listened to his words, suppressed his original emotions, nodded slightly, and looked sideways at Ruan Wenxi: "Thank you Brother Wen Xi, if it wasn't for Brother Wen Xi, I might just continue to live by now."

There was some light in his eyes, and he only focused on reflecting Ruan Wenxi's figure.

Ruan Wenxi just showed him a gentle smile, with some relief and joy at his transformation.

Xu Qisi was also more motivated and energetic in his heart.

Those things back then should really come to an end.

He put the photo album by the bed, continued to clear out the contents of the big box little by little, and finally took out two paintings that were pressed at the bottom of the box.

Although he put the painting at the bottom of the box, there are many protective measures that should be taken.

Xu Qisi cherished his own paintings more than anyone else. The bottom two paintings had been put in a special protective case before they were put in, and they were still intact when they were taken out.

He handed Ruan Wenxi the painting he had sent for the competition.

That painting showed an angel bruised and bruised by thorns.

The angel's clothes were rotten and tattered, and there were several wounds on his body that were already inflamed and festered. His naked feet stepped on the thorn forest, and the instep of his left foot was pierced by a thick thorn.

Moreover, at the end of the angel's original white and flawless wings, traces of black have been faintly stained.

This is a fallen angel who is tormented and about to fall into the abyss.

The tone of the whole painting is very dark, but rather than depression, it is more of a kind of sadness and forbearance.

Ruan Wenxi caressed a corner of the painting, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally destroy the artistic conception of the painting.

After a while, he came back to his senses, looked at another painting in Xu Qisi's hand, and asked curiously, "What is that other painting?"

Xu Qisi clenched his hands a little, then loosened them quickly, and said softly: "This painting was drawn when I first vented my emotions, because I was too depressed, I repainted the one in Wen Xige's hand after the painting. That, that picture will be more toned down than this one."

Ruan Wenxi captured the key information and asked, "So the two paintings were completed not far apart?"

Xu Qisi nodded: "There is only three days before and after."

Ruan Wenxi asked again: "Have Xiao Baohui and the others seen your painting?"

Xu Qisi shook his head: "I drew this one secretly at home, and no one has seen it until now."

"Then..." Can I see it?Ruan Wenxi's tone was lighter, "It's okay if you don't want to."

Xu Qisi lowered his head halfway, and squeezed the hand on the edge of the picture frame before making up his mind: "If it's Brother Wen Xi, it doesn't matter."

While speaking, he handed the painting in his hand to Ruan Wenxi.

As he said, the visual impact of this painting is much stronger than the fallen angel just now.

In the painting is a monster with a ferocious face, as if in a distorted space, the surrounding lines and background are messy, but the scarlet eyes of the monster are more prominent.

The monster's eyes seem to be staring at the person in front of the picture, fierce and greedy, as if it will break through the shackles of the drawing paper in the next second, and swallow the person in front of it in an instant, making people feel chills down the spine.

Compared with the forbearance and sadness of the fallen angel, this picture of the monster is more aggressive, and a sense of fear arises from the inside out.

Ruan Wenxi could not help but gasp when he glanced at it.

Just through these two paintings, Ruan Wenxi could imagine how painful Xu Qisi was at that time.

The negative emotions accumulated over the years almost overwhelmed him, but he still did not dare to reveal such emotions to others, and finally returned to the unspeakable sadness under suppression.

But even this unbearable sadness, this emotion he tried to express for the first time, eventually became a tool for others to trample on him.

How desperate Xu Qisi must have been at that time.

The author says:

I went out to a party at night, so I came a little late qvq;

Open it again for the time being today and automatically thank mua!

-

感谢在2022-09-0623:48:25-2022-09-0800:11:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Xiao Zhao just wants to be a salted fish zyx5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!