Dressed as school grass, white moonlight

There was a "boom" in the head.

In normal times, Shao Ning would definitely be overwhelmed by the child's "Brother" and such a gentle word, but now, he only feels pain in his internal organs, and it is difficult to breathe.

Shao Ning is too clear.

How much effort did the kid spend to make this phone call and say this sentence.

Like a person falling into a bottomless abyss, he tried his best to grab the only straw hanging down. If he felt the hesitation of the straw, even if it was only for a moment, he would let go of his hand without hesitation, and sink back to see more. Bottomless depths.

This is not coquetry, but a cry for help.

"Don't hang up the phone," Shao Ning took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, "I'll go over now, tell me the house number."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, as well as the irregular and mixed breathing of the children.

Shao Ning had already put on his shoes and ran out. He was too anxious to take an umbrella, and ran all the way in the heavy rain, letting the cold wind slap the raindrops on his face like ice skates, and he couldn't tell whose panting was more urgent.

"Little friend," Shao Ning continued to appease Wen Yang while panting, "I, I'll be there soon, tell me the house number, okay?"

Still no answer.

It wasn't until Shao Ning had already run into the community where Wen Yang lived that a short response came from the receiver, "502."

Compared with the previous sentence, the child's voice is much louder this time, but the tone is a bit strange.

Shao Ning's heart sank instinctively.

Sure enough, before he had time to speak, the child spoke again, "Brother, do you want to come to see art?"

"Hey, don't move, don't move around." Shao Ning quickened his pace and rushed towards the building where Wen Yang lived, "Wait for me for 2 minutes, I will definitely be there in 2 minutes."

"Okay," Wen Yang's wanton laughter came from the receiver, "I'll give you a timer, if it's not up in 2 minutes, I'll go out and personally dedicate this art to you."

Not quite understanding the meaning of Wen Yang's words, Shao Ning had a vague idea in his heart, but he didn't dare to think deeply about it.

Just touching that thought a little bit was enough to make his whole heart into a ball.

"No," Shao Ning said hoarsely, "I will definitely arrive, promise me, wait for me, definitely wait for me, promise me, okay?"

"100, 99, 98" Wen Yang didn't answer, just laughed, counting while laughing, "97, 96"

Shao Ning ran beyond the limit of his body, turned a corner against the oncoming raindrops, and finally reached the front of the building.

"62, 61, 60"

Pushing open the door of the unit, Shao Ning didn't even catch his breath, and rushed up the three steps to the fifth floor step by step.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1" Wen Yang laughed louder, but anyone who heard it would feel distressed, "Brother, the time is up, I want"

"I'm here," Shao Ning interrupted him, panting heavily, and slammed on the door twice, "Give me, open the door."

There was a moment of silence on the receiver, and then the call was suddenly hung up.

Shao Ning's heart jumped violently, and he was about to call back immediately, but as soon as his finger touched the button, the door in front of him was opened.

The movement of dialing the number stopped, Shao Ning raised his head and looked in.

It was pitch black in the room.

After two seconds of getting used to it, Shao Ning could barely see the vague outline of the kid standing at the door.

As if all his strength had been drained in an instant, Shao Ning's legs went limp, and his feet wobbled. Fortunately, he held onto the door frame in time, so he didn't fall directly to the ground.

"Little friend," Shao Ning half leaned on the door frame and gasped for breath, looked up at the blurred outline, "Look, I said I can get there, so I will."

"Brother," Wen Yang didn't respond to his words, but just asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"

"It's too dark, I can't see clearly," Shao Ning subconsciously touched the switch, "Why don't you turn it on?"

Halfway through speaking, he suddenly stopped.

He is in a hurry.

Children are most afraid of the dark, if they can turn on the lights, why not?

"Don't be afraid," Shao Ning lowered his head to turn on the flashlight in his phone, swiped it three times with trembling hands, "Don't be afraid, kids, I'm here"

The flashlight was turned on, and the sudden light made Shao Ning's remaining words stuck in his throat.

In a white light, the child held a small knife in one hand, raised the other hand, and held it high in front of his eyes.

The wrist had been cut, and the bright red blood flowed down the line of the arm, drop by drop, and landed on the floor.

But the kid didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and he didn't even frown, his eyes were shining brightly, he looked straight at him, and repeated the sentence, "Brother, does it look good?"

Heart stopped beating.

I have to say that it was supposed to be a frightening picture, but the fact is, it is really beautiful.

Impossible, thrilling.

"Little friend," Shao Ning pinched his palms twice, forcing himself to calm down, but his voice was still trembling, "Give me the knife first, okay?"

"Why?" Wen Yang backed away holding the knife, his brows and eyes were full of paranoia, "Isn't it pretty?"

"It's beautiful," Shao Ning didn't dare to provoke him, and tried his best to slow down his voice and said along with him, stretching out his hand and slowly moving forward, "It's beautiful, but if you draw too much, it won't look good, so give me the knife ,OK?"

As if seriously thinking about the truth of this sentence, Wen Yang frowned for a long time before finally nodding his head and handing the knife to his eyes.

Shao Ning immediately took it, turned around and stood it in the crack of the door, and finally heaved a little sigh of relief.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped on the floor with bare feet. The slightly cold touch on the soles of his feet calmed him down a bit.

Walking over, gently holding Wen Yang's uninjured wrist, the tentacles were cold and soaked in sweat, Shao Ning's heart throbbed violently again, and he asked without hope, "Little friend, do you know that the candles are placed where?"

"Brother," as expected, the kid didn't listen to his question at all, and was only immersed in his own world, "Do you like art?"

"I don't like it." Shao Ning replied, walking towards the bed in Wen Yang's bedroom according to the memory of the previous world.

Children are afraid of the dark, so their candles are usually placed in the most accessible place - the bedside table.

It's just that every time there is a power outage, Wen Yang can't even do such a short distance, even such a seemingly insignificant thing as lighting a candle.

Pulling open the bedside table, sure enough, I saw two unopened white candles lying quietly inside.

"Why don't you like it?" Wen Yang asked stubbornly, "The art is so beautiful, and the color of blood is so beautiful."

"But it will hurt you," Shao Ning took out the candle from the bedside table, put it on Wen Yang's desk, took out the lighter and lit it, "I don't like anything that hurts you."

"I don't hurt." Wen Yang answered without hesitation.

"It hurts to see it," Shao Ning found Wen Yang's medicine box from memory, found gauze and bandages by candlelight, pulled the child's bleeding wrist, and said softly, "Be good, I'll bandage it for you. "

"Don't bandage it up," Wen Yang twisted his wrist to break free, "It won't look good when it's wrapped up."

"I'll feel bad if I don't wrap it up." Shao Ning lowered his head and looked into Wen Yang's eyes seriously, "Didn't the kid promise me that you won't make me feel bad anymore?"

Wen Yang paused, his eyebrows furrowed again, as if he was carefully recalling whether he had ever said such a thing.

Taking advantage of the child's daze, Shao Ning suppressed the distress that was about to come out, and quickly bandaged his wound.

The sound of wind and rain outside the window did not stop for a moment, and suddenly there was a huge thunder.

Wen Yang's whole body trembled, and then, as if suddenly switching states, he squatted down with his head in his arms, murmuring in confusion, "I'm afraid of thunder, I'm afraid that dad will come back when thunder strikes, dad killed me Mom, Dad is a monster, a monster, but I am just like him, I am also a monster, it thunders, the thunder is so loud, so loud"

Shao Ning has never seen such an out-of-control Wen Yang, except for the pain in his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, internal organs and all organs in his body, he can't feel anything else.

Bending down, Shao Ning stretched out his hand, trying to hug the trembling kid curled up on the ground, but just as his hand touched his shoulder, the kid suddenly raised his head and looked over.

His eyes were full of sharpness and alertness.

At that moment, Shao Ning was in a trance, thinking that he went back to a long time ago when he saw Wen Yang for the first time.

Although the figure of the young man in front of him is a little more mature than that time, and his eyebrows and eyes are slightly different, but he is clearly as fragile and helpless as before, but also just as proud and lonely.

"Little friend, it's me." Shao Ning also squatted down, looked at Wen Yang, and spoke slowly, "We sit at the same table in school and eat together at noon every day. You have been to my house and slept with me. My bed, I have also been in your racing car, this afternoon, we also held an umbrella together, kid, I am yours, I am yours"

He repeated it several times in a row, and there was a word on his lips, but in the end, Shao Ning didn't say what he was Wen Yang.

"Big hooligan," Wen Yang said suddenly, as if imitating Shao Ning, speaking every word very slowly, "You are a big hooligan."

"Yes!" Seeing that the kid finally had a reaction, Shao Ning was so excited that he almost jumped up, "I'm a big hooligan, so, kid, can I give you a hug now?"

Obviously, Wen Yang's reaction was more than one degree slower than usual. Seeing that the child's body was still trembling, and his eyes were filled with bewilderment, Shao Ning repeated patiently, "The rascal wants to hug the child now, is that okay?"

Probably only responding to a certain three words in it, Wen Yang hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly.

Shao Ning didn't hesitate any longer, reached out to hug the child, and clasped it in his arms with all his strength.

Wen Yang's consciousness is still very chaotic.

You can still hear the sound of rain outside the window, the sound of wind, and the occasional muffled thunder after another, and it seems that you can still hear your father's presumptuous laughter, and your mother's terrified and somewhat distorted cry.

But these voices seem to be getting farther and farther away.

Instead, it was very close, and the warm voice whispered in the ear, "Don't be afraid, with me and the big hooligans here, I will not be afraid of anything in the future, and I will never be afraid again."

The body gradually began to feel warm, and the nostrils gradually filled with the reassuring smell of lavender.

It was no longer pitch black in front of my eyes. Although it was not very bright yet, the yellowish candlelight gave off a different kind of warmth.

It seemed that all of a sudden, I was really not afraid, not afraid of anything.

……

I don't know how long it took for coaxing, but Shao Ning felt that his legs were starting to feel sore, his arms were also a little numb, and his mouth was so dry that he was almost speechless, only then did he feel that the body in his arms gradually stopped trembling.

Shao Ning lowered his head, and met the child's slightly wide-eyed eyes.

Looking at each other for three seconds, with the help of candlelight, Shao Ning could clearly see the tip of the child's ears turning red inch by inch.

Shy, it seems to be sober.

Sure enough, in the next second, Wen Yang bounced up abruptly, took a step back, and leaned against the wall.

Shao Ning let out a long breath, and tried to stand up on his knees, but he really didn't have the strength in his hands and feet, so he didn't get up after holding on for a while, and squatted back like this again.

Wen Yang jumped back in front of him in fright, and supported his arm with a worried expression.

"It's okay," Shao Ning smiled, and patted the back of the child's hands reassuringly, "It's just that my legs are numb after squatting for too long, just take it easy."

After saying that, Shao Ning simply sat on the ground.

Wen Yang originally wanted to sit directly next to him, but for some reason, he retreated back to the wall and squatted down with his back against the wall.

"What are you doing so far away?" Shao Ning raised his hand, "Hey, sit here."

Wen Yang didn't move, his eyes flicked from Shao Ning's body, and then landed on a pair of shoes in the hallway.

Those were the hooligan's shoes, but not one pair, but two different ones, one black and one white.

Wen Yang had never seen such a big hooligan, such an unkempt, such a chaotic hooligan.

Her hair has no shape at all, it was rained down like a chicken coop on top of her head, her eyes were bloodshot, her face was covered with water marks all over her face, three buttons of her shirt were undone, and her trousers were full of wrinkles, especially at the knees. location, bulging a big bag

Even wearing the wrong shoes.

The big hooligan with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder actually wears two different shoes.

And all this chaos, Wen Yang knew, was all because of him.

I can't say what kind of feeling is in my heart.

Very touched, really really touched, also very surprised, unbelievable, but more, still disturbed.

The kind of uneasiness that a person who walks in the dark for a long time and suddenly sees a beam of light can't help but think it's a hallucination.

The kind of uneasiness that I am used to sleeping on a hard bed, suddenly sinking into the sponge cushion one day, and I can't put any effort on my whole body, and I can't get it down.

Shao Ning followed the child's line of sight and saw his shoes.

Surprised for a moment, Shao Ning couldn't help but hold his forehead and let out a muffled laugh.

It is probably true that love cures all diseases.

When I received a call from a child, I was full of my heart that the child was alone, and I easily lost my habit of being a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Noticing the kid's uneasiness, Shao Ning couldn't help feeling sore and weak, and wanted to get up and hug him again, but he really didn't have the strength, so he waved again and said, "My kid, I'm a little tired, sit down, Let me lean on, okay?"

Hearing this, Wen Yang instantly felt guilty again, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, slowly moved over, sat next to Shao Ning, and supported him with his body.

Shao Ning relaxed a little, took out a cigarette from his pocket, first handed one to Wen Yang, and then put one in his mouth.

After pressing the lighter, Shao Ning was about to light it for Wen Yang first, but the kid turned his head away and said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "You light it first."

Shao Ning didn't know why, but he did as he did. First, he lit a cigarette for himself and took a long drag.

Wen Yang came over suddenly, raised his head slightly, wanted to touch Shao Ning's cigarette butt with his cigarette butt, and said softly, "Brother, borrow a fire."

Shao Ning's hand holding the cigarette froze suddenly.

He suddenly understood what the kid was doing.

The kid is using his own way, clumsily but sincerely, to please him.

But the kid probably made a mistake

Shao Ning raised his hand to stop the child's movement, and in the next second, he slumped his shoulders and lowered his body, then raised his head, almost reverently, with his own cigarette butt, lit the child's mouth Smoke in mouth.

Wen Yang was stunned by this sudden movement, he was stunned for a while and forgot to react.

The candlelight reflected the shadows of the two on the wall, one bowed and the other looked up, as if they were kissing.

"Little friend," Shao Ning laughed and said in a very relaxed tone, "You probably don't know that everything I do for you is always willing."

I am willing to fall into chaos for you, and I am also willing to sink into the dust for you.

Therefore, there is no need to be uneasy, let alone please.

"So," Shao Ning took a deep breath, and asked a desire hidden in his heart for a long time, "Little friend, do you want to stay with me?"

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It's been a long time since I wrote this chapter, so I wrote myself crying hhh first.

They're bound to get better together.

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