Who is poor? [Rebirth]

In the middle of the night, Chengfeng Private Hospital in Jiang City.

A thin young man lay on the warm blue hospital bed. At the age of 25, his white porcelain skin is slightly wrinkled, looking dull and lacking energy.

But at this time, his brown-black pupils were extremely stubborn.

"Xiaxia, I want to go home." Even after staying in the hospital for half a year, Mingyu's voice was still soft.His hands were a little weak, but he still climbed onto the man's arm as if he was competing with himself.

Cheng Yanxia's tall body was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her big palm on it.He lightly rubbed the back of Mingyu's hand with his fingertips.

Mingyu has said this several times, but the men fooled him with other things the first few times.He didn't want to be here, even if it didn't feel like a hospital.

Mingyu pleaded, his clear eyes moistened: "Old Gong, I want to go home."

Cheng Yanxia hugged Ming Chen who was so thin that only his bones remained.He tried his best to hold back the trembling of his fingertips.

He hung his head halfway and remained silent for a long time before he said in a very low voice, "Okay, go home."

-

Half an hour later, Mingyu sat in the car home as he wished.

His whole body was wrapped tightly in a thick winter coat, thick as a white bear.Hats and scarves covered his head, leaving only eyes full of joy to barely see outside.

"Xia Xia, when do you think it will snow this year?"

Ming Yu nestled in Cheng Yanxia's arms, with his forehead resting on the man's shoulder, he could barely lift half of his head.

The round eyes are hidden under the fluffy hat, and the long eyelashes flicker, but they are more energetic than the master.

Cheng Yanxia paused, and lowered her head to touch Mingyu's neck. "It should be soon. If it's ready, I'll show you how Xue is doing."

Mingyu was tickled by him, his eyes were crooked. "You must keep your word."

"Well, what you say is what you say."

-

The car door opened, and Mingyu was carried into the house by a tall man.He rests on Cheng Yanxia's shoulder.

In sight, a small black mole the size of a pinprick landed on the side of the man's Adam's apple.Attracted all his attention.

The wind buzzed by my ears, as cold as ice knives, trying to cut Ming Yu's eyes outside.Mingyu shrank back towards the man, forgetting the sound of howling wind.

The trees in the yard are almost losing their leaves, leaving a few lonely ones.At this moment, it seemed that he couldn't bear the heavy pull, and fell to the ground whirling, making a broken whine.

Mingyu was quarreled like a drum in his head, rumbling, and the quarrel was very restless.He didn't want Cheng Yanxia to know his discomfort, so he could only cast his distracted eyes on the courtyard.

The last withered yellow leaf curled up and was covered with snow after being trampled to pieces.It was in such a layer of snow that Mingyu met his own Xiaxia.

He was 25 years old that year.

"Xiaxia, I'm a little cold." Mingyu's fingertips wrapped in gloves were cold, but he still held onto the man's skirt persistently.As if afraid of being lost.

Cheng Yanxia covered his face with her big palm, and her voice muffled from his chest to his ears.

"When you get home, it won't be cold when you enter the house."

"Take off your clothes later and soak in hot water. It will keep you warm when you sleep with Gong at night."

Cheng Yanxia seems to have started from these words, her Adam's apple slipped.The voice of talking never stopped...

Mingyu held a bright smile, curled up in Cheng Yanxia's arms like a trembling little white-haired beast.Even if the body continues to throb and hurt, it can't hide the happiness of being with Cheng Yanxia.

at night.

It was still early in the morning, but there were rustling sounds outside the window.Like rice paper that is slowly rubbed, it is spread out finely and densely.

It is snow.

Mingyu's body hurts, and he doesn't feel much anymore.But at this moment, the body suddenly became relaxed.He squeezed the arms around his waist, trying to get up from the bed gently.

But as soon as he moved, Cheng Yanxia, ​​who was holding him, also sat up.

"It's snowing! Xia Xia!" Mingyu was overjoyed, pulling him to jump out of bed happily.After a while, the black and blue hands were propped on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

His eyes are bright, like the white snow outside, crystal clear.

Cheng Yanxia was slightly stunned, and immediately stepped forward to hug the circle.

Burying his head on the young man's shoulder, he quietly blushed: "I haven't been this happy for a long time."

Mingyu sat on his arm, holding the man's face comfortingly, with a bright smile but pale lips:

"Honey, I'll watch it with you again for the first snow this year."

"From now on, you have to take care of yourself when it snows... okay?"

The arms around the waist tightened, and it hurt a little.

Mingyu wiped away the tears from the corners of the man's eyes, and leaned over to press against his forehead: "Don't cry, I'm fine."

"The best and best thing in my life is to meet you on that snowy day."

"Since then, the pain it brought to me has become a warmth worth looking forward to every year..."

That night, Mingyu babbled a lot.

Cheng Yanxia found a blanket to wrap Mingyu carefully, and accompanied him, watching the snow that he had been looking forward to for a year.

Gradually, it became difficult for Mingyu to place his hand on the man's face.

While speaking, the light in his eyes was like a flashing meteor, which only lasted for half a moment before ending.

Mingyu hooked the man's collar with his fingertips, raised his pale face, every word was torn apart by the pain: "Old man, husband, I'm afraid..."

Cheng Yanxia's tears were like beads in an instant, wet Mingyu's fingertips.

"I still meet you, in my next life, I will still... okay, okay, okay——"

"Honey, I'm a little, a little sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Cheng Yanxia's forehead pressed tightly against Mingyu's neck, and the 1.9-meter-long man burst into tears:

"Okay, let's not sleep anymore, okay..."

The man's affirmative answer vaguely disappeared in the ear, and Mingyu fell asleep in the man's arms...

Xueluo's voice suddenly became louder.

Beside the French windows that have been open for half a year, a young man like white porcelain is sleeping soundly in the arms of a tall man.

-

Jiang City;

Mingcheng District, Xiaotang Lane.

On both sides of the alley that has been around for decades, there are old communities with mottled walls.The crowded residents barely have a place to stay in the fast-growing Jiang City on this small piece of land.

Residents in the alley who are accustomed to the environment hold stools and gather under the old yellow horned tree at the entrance of the alley to chat.The big cattail fan slapped away, dispersing the mosquitoes and the remaining summer vacation in the evening.

Suddenly, a burst of high-pitched crying caused the aunts and grandmas to stop talking.Listening carefully, there was another crackling sound of porcelain bowls falling to the ground.

"Hey, hit again."

"Xiao Yu, it's hard..."

"This Ming family is really not a man. If the business fails, you can just pick it up. He drinks and beats people. He is not a thing!"

"..."

In the middle of Xiaotang, the wooden door enters the six-story old residential building.On the second floor, it was the Ming family that made noise when the neighbors were eating.

The window faced west, and the last ray of sunlight fell on the boy lying on the ground.He looked only 1.7 meters tall, and his slightly lighter-colored hair was illuminated by the sun, casting a shadow on his eyelids.It just formed the ultimate contrast with the blood red above.

Mingyu woke up in a dizziness with a stabbing forehead, and warm blood flowed through his eyelids.The rusty smell, the viscous feeling on the skin, the hysterical roar...

This is hell.

Mingyu's whole body hurts.

He was lying on the ground, with unscrupulous abuse in his ears, and the pitiful pleadings that he had heard over the past ten years.

With a crisp sound of the porcelain bowl cracking!

Subconsciously, Ming Yu carefully hugged his head, and quietly curled his body closer to the wall.

"stop fighting!"

"Stop hitting! Old Ming, that's your son!"

"Get out! Eat Lao Tzu's, use Lao Tzu's, and you! I'll drink some fucking wine and you will talk..."

The hustle and bustle was gradually blocked by the brain, and the young man in the corner formed his own space.

Mingyu stared at the dazzling red in his palm, his pupils trembling: "Is it dead?!"

"But why does it hurt when you die!"

Mingyu's uncontrollable tears hit his face, with a mixture of panic, fear, excitement and expectation, he staggered to his feet and hurried out.

"Xia Xia! Where's Cheng Yanxia!!"

"Stop! Little brat, how dare you run away!"

The back collar was pulled and fell heavily to the ground.Mingyu's brain, which was anxious to find someone, hit the concrete floor, and he was stunned for a moment.The scorching sting made the brain seem to be surrounded by countless bees.

He raised his eyes in astonishment, and rolled on the ground before the wine bottle was thrown over.

The bottle fell to the ground and shattered, sharp pieces of glass bounced off his arms.The tingling pain drew Mingyu's attention back.

Ming Youlin!

"Don't hit me! Hurry up, admit your mistake! Quickly admit your mistake to your father!!"

The man was ferocious, his thick body was like a mountain, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure.The woman is thin, and she is obviously forty years old, but her face is full of wrinkles.

Mom, it's her mother Du Zhilan.

The sting reminded him that he was still alive.still alive!

"Husband!" Mingyu hurriedly shouted softly, got up, and staggered out the door with the blood that had already solidified on his head.

He doesn't want to be here, he doesn't want to be here!

He was looking for, looking for Cheng Yanxia!

"Damn it, it's all what you're used to!"

The drunken words roared like a giant beast, with anger like threatening prey.

Mingyu didn't care about it at all.He ran out of the dark room where he had been locked up for more than ten years——

"Ouch, this is 楉楉——"

"Oh my god, it's blood again, it's a crime!"

"Quick old man, call the hospital!" It was the voice of the neighbor's grandmother.

Mingyu turned around abruptly, and saw that it was Grandma Bai downstairs.

"Grandma Bai, where is this?"

Mingyu was in a trance, and the person in front of him became a double image.

His head was heavy, and he closed his eyes and fell down.

-

Jiang City People's Hospital, Inpatient Department.

Mingyu slept all night, and quietly opened his eyes when the sun was beating through the window.

The thick long eyelashes half covered the hazy eyes, like sleepy cat's eyes, clear and ignorant.

In the ward, the three beds were separated by curtains.

Mingyu leaned against the window, and when the nurse opened the curtain, she looked for a bright place and turned her head slightly.

The morning glow is surrounded by the most gorgeous colors, and the bright orange spots are dyed on the white and soft clouds.Like the cake that represents the most blessing, with a soft sweetness, it is pushed towards Mingyu.

Mingyu stared blankly, her thick long eyelashes were quietly wet.

Tears streaked across the corners of the eyes and fell into the neck.Mingyu seemed to have fallen into this dreamy morning scene, and was intoxicated foolishly.

It's like he's back in high school.