At night, in the deserted courtyard of Xiyuan, there was a sudden howl of misery. The guards patrolling not far away were almost startled, but after realizing that the noise was from that courtyard, they relaxed again. The son was beaten very badly by his wife today. Alas, every family has hard-to-recite scriptures. It's better for them to pretend not to see what happened in the leader's backyard.
"Hiss~" Bai Fan was gasping for air, his whole body was in burning pain, which made him dare not move. He thought that what greeted him today was another kind of hunger, but he didn't expect that God thought he was not miserable enough, so he upgraded.
Bai Fan had never experienced this kind of pain before, the pain was so bad that he wanted to pass out, but his mind was extremely clear, he looked down at himself, there was hardly a piece of good meat, and it was pulled out with whip belts and the like everywhere. Each whip marks broke the skin, the blood stuck the clothes to the damaged skin, and the edges were bruised and swollen. Bai Fan finally understood what was going on with the scars he found on this body before. , He couldn't help cursing fiercely in his heart, which pervert did it, is there any humanity, this body is only a child of a few years old, okay, it can be done like this.
Bai Fan knew that the scars on his body might have been caused by those people outside the yard, so he didn't ask for help naively. In the past ten days or so, he had realized that no one would care about the child's life or death.
After Bai Fan regained some strength, he moved carefully to the table. Fortunately, there was still half a pot of clear water in the teapot on the table. The cold water soaked the clothes that were stuck to the flesh and blood, and the clothes were torn off very carefully when they were wet.
Even though Bai Fan's movements were very light, the pain of the wound still made his forehead sweat. After removing the cloth sticking to the wound, Bai Fan wiped away the blood and dirt next to the wound. Dust, without medicine, he can only deal with it here. After treating one wound, Bai Fan went on to treat other wounds one by one. This is a job that requires patience and concentration. If one accidentally strikes a bit harder, then a piece of flesh will be torn apart. The pain is simply horrific. It hurts so much.
Most of the night was spent in Bai Fan's treatment of the wounds. When Bai Fan cleaned all the wounds on his body, there was no piece of cloth on his body, and all the clothes were scattered on the ground in pieces.
Bai Fan took a careful look in front of the bronze mirror naked, and after confirming that all the wounds on his body had solidified, he lay down on the bed with peace of mind. He didn't want to wake up the next day and find himself stuck to the bed again.
As soon as he touched the pillow, Bai Fan felt unprecedentedly tired, pulled the quilt to cover his body, and Bai Fan quickly fell into a deep sleep.
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The thin figure lying on the bed turned over, but was shocked to feel that his body was not right against the quilt. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was naked under the quilt. Even though he was only a child, he was still flushed. Face.
Hei Liang's eyes blinked a little uneasily, and then he discovered a fact that surprised him even more, all the wounds on his body had been cleaned up!
For Yin Rui, this was something that had never happened before. No matter how badly he was beaten before, that woman would not send someone to treat him, so this time, it is impossible for her to show kindness suddenly. So, who cleaned the wound on his body
Yin Rui looked at the blood-stained pieces of cloth scattered around the table, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind that the only person who would patronize this place was the one who stole his food. After all, apart from him, almost no one would Someone came to his yard.
Yin Rui's expression was a bit complicated. Originally, he was resentful towards the thief because he stole his little food, but when Yin Rui touched the treated wound on his body, he suddenly felt a warm feeling , I feel warm and comfortable in my heart, even the fingertips touching the wound are a little hot, Yin Rui is at a loss, is there still someone who cares about him? Although this idea is ridiculous, the corners of Yin Rui's mouth can't stop He bent an arc, and when he saw the smile on his face, he quickly covered his head with the quilt again.
After an unknown amount of time, Yin Rui got out of the quilt again. Looking at the empty room, he suddenly had a strange thought that maybe the person who helped him treat the wound was hiding in the room and watching him. Yin Rui carefully After looking at every corner of the room for a long time, I finally couldn't help calling softly, "Is anyone there? Are you here?"
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"You don't have to be afraid, I won't tell anyone."
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"Are you here, can you come out?"
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"thank you for helping me… "
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Yin Rui talked to the empty house by himself for a long time, but he didn't get a response. His mood became depressed. That person must have left. But Yin Rui was not reconciled, and there was always some small hope in his heart, maybe that person, he hasn't left yet, he just comes at night, um, it must be like this, he only comes after he falls asleep , since he doesn't want to be seen, then he can write to him.
Yin Rui found a fairly clean cloth strip scattered on the ground, then found a carbon strip in the corner, sat in front of the table, and began to write stroke by stroke. He remembered things very early, and these The calligraphy was taught to him by his mother when she was still alive. He can write the calligraphy taught by his mother once, and he will never forget it. However, he is only a young child, and he has not been taught by his husband. , but crooked and not pretty.
Yin Rui looked at the cloth strip in his hand and put it away happily. He wrote his words on it, so that person should be able to see it tonight.
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"Ring, ring, ring!!" The school bell was so beautiful, Bai Fan almost woke up with a feeling of happiness, it's great to be alive!
The roommate is so cute, the professor is so kind, woohoo, the food in the cafeteria is so delicious, and the body that can jump and dance without disease and pain is really great.
Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, Bai Fan was moved. He didn't understand why he had so many complaints about life before. This world couldn't be happier.
"Bai Fan, look for your girlfriend." Qian Qiang called to Bai Fan winking. Luo Shuai looked at the approaching person, his eyes darkened.
Bai Fan looked up, with a smile on his face, "Yanyan."
The long-haired beauty walked up to Bai Fan, with an expression on her face that was not good, she snorted softly, "You still remember that I am your girlfriend, tell me yourself, how long has it been since you came to see me, call me at night I don't even answer your phone."
Bai Fan felt a little apologetic, too many things happened recently, he seemed to have really neglected his girlfriend. As for not answering the calls at night, "Yanyan, it's not that I don't answer at night, but that I fell asleep. From now on, you can call me during the day, okay?"
"Who are you lying to? You fell asleep at that time? I called you after eight o'clock, and you said, why didn't you answer my call?" He Yanyan said a little angrily.
"I didn't lie to you. I'm telling the truth. Everyone in our dormitory can testify to me. Luo Shuai and Qian Qiang, tell me, am I sleeping at night?" Bai Fan hurriedly sought foreign help.
"Yes, Bai Fan is really sleeping." Luo Shuai and Qian Qiang nodded honestly.
He Yanyan became even more angry when she heard the words, "You guys teamed up to lie to me."
Bai Fan finally understood what it was to be speechless.
Fortunately, after He Yanyan got angry, she finally calmed down. She came to Bai Fan today because she had something to do, "Bai Fan, our department and several other departments organized a trip to the botanical garden. Volunteer to sign up. At that time, you can pick fruits and have a picnic in the botanical garden, I have already signed up to participate, and you also want to come."
Bai Fan thought for a while and said, "Okay, no problem."
"Wow, how can I go to the botanical garden without my share, Bai Fan, sign up for me, Yanyan~ I know you have many beauties, so you must introduce them to me when the time comes." Qian Qiang salivated.
"Hmph, let's see how you behave."
Bai Fan looked at Qian Qiang with a smile, and suddenly noticed that Luo Shuai was still standing aside, so he asked, "Are you going to the botanical garden?"
Luo Shuai was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Sign up for me too."
"good."
The happy day passed quickly. At dinner, Bai Fan overeat again, and then touched his intact skin with lingering fear. When it was nearly eight o'clock, he lay down on the bed helplessly and fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was in the familiar dilapidated room again. Bai Fan checked his body, the wound was still there, but the pain was much milder than yesterday's, and he was able to get out of bed and walk around without hindrance.
Suddenly, Bai Fan found that he was actually holding something in his hand, and when he opened it, it was a strip of cloth with some words crookedly written on it.
Because it was in traditional Chinese, Bai Fan had a hard time reading it. He read it word by word, "Thank you...for helping me clean my wound."
After comprehending this sentence, Bai Fan could only feel the cold air coming from his back. Although the meaning of this sentence is simple, it is undoubtedly very scary. What is it called, thank you for helping me clean the wound. It was obviously his own wound that he cleaned up yesterday.
Then there is only one reason for someone to write this sentence in such a tone. There is still a soul in this body, and it is the soul of the Lord.
Bai Fan hadn't thought about why new food would appear in the blue-and-white cloth bag every day, and the teapot on the table would be filled with water every day, and he appeared at night, so how does this body survive during the day? How did the wound on his body come from, but he didn't think about it subconsciously, but now, this piece of cloth with only one sentence written on it clearly told him that the Lord is still there.