Tong Che's movements were too unexpected, and the scar on his wrist was even more unexpected.
Xiao Qi was obviously stunned. She subconsciously threw the knife aside for a while, reached over, and gently touched Tong Che's wrist, as if to confirm the authenticity of the scars.
Omega's skin is naturally delicate and smooth, especially in the entertainment industry like Tong Che, who has a better foundation and is also skilled in daily maintenance.
However, now the small piece of skin under Xiao Qi's fingertips is uneven and rough.
Tong Che supported his wrist and let Xiao Qi touch it for a while, and then the wrist began to shake unsatisfactorily again.
Xiao Qi was startled, and hurriedly retracted her hand, completely forgetting her emotions, looking at Tong Che worriedly, "Brother Xiao Che, what happened to your hand...?"
Tong Che reassured her and smiled, but he took back his trembling left hand and covered it with his right hand. After gently rubbing it twice, he simply explained, "The nerves are damaged, so I can't bear the effort."
Xiao Qi looked down at his movements, and after a while, she asked softly, "Is it because...the wrist was cut?"
"This is one of the reasons," Tong Che's tone was still very indifferent, as if what he was saying had nothing to do with him, "the other one is that my wrist was originally beaten by my father with a stick."
At that time, Tong Che was still young. Although he was later sent to the hospital for treatment, the root cause of his illness was in the end.
Coupled with his unscrupulous self-mutilation in his youth, even if nothing really happened, his nerves would inevitably be hurt.
After a long time, it can no longer be completely repaired, and it has become what it is now.
"Why did he..." Xiao Qi asked subconsciously.
But before the second half of the sentence came out, Tong Che interrupted her, obviously not going to talk about this in detail, but changed the subject and said, "You should see that I have had many times when I didn't want to live, or at least self-harm. thoughts."
Xiao Qi nodded.
The scars on Tong Che's wrist were of different depths, so many that she could not count the number of scars at a glance.
Obviously, this won't be an injury.
"Then what do you think," Tong Che's tone slowed down a little, and he could even be called a persuasive, "What do you think, how am I doing now?"
Xiao Qi didn't answer immediately, but calmed down and thought about it carefully.
She met Tong Che two years ago, shortly after arriving at the orphanage.
At that time, Tong Che, although not yet popular, was already a trainee. For the children in the orphanage, this was already a very distant life.
But Tong Che had no air at all, and Xiao Qi slowly became acquainted with him.
However, last year, Tong Che suddenly became popular because of the ancient puppet show. After it became popular, he came back to the orphanage for the first time. At that time, many children were afraid to go up and talk to him.
Which of course also includes Xiao Qi himself.
The big brother who usually plays with them, eats bad canteens with them, secretly brings them snacks, teaches them to sing and dance, paints and makes small handicrafts for them, and listens to them whispering little secrets overnight. It has become a big star surrounded by thousands of fans and various media devices as long as it appears.
Children are not used to such a big change for a while.
But it didn't take long for everyone to discover that Tong Che treated them without any change.
He would still sit cross-legged on the ground and play games with them, tell them what he saw while filming, and accompany them to enjoy another life that was far away from them.
When there are children leftovers, he will teach a few words, but secretly cover for the children to prevent him from being scolded by the dean.
He'll buy them more snacks, toys, books, and try to make their lives better.
In Xiao Qi's memory, although their elder brother Che Che looked very cold, he always had a shallow smile on his face, never put on airs when talking to them, and his tone was always gentle and amiable.
Xiao Qi didn't know what connection Tong Che had with this orphanage in the past. She only thought that Tong Che was a very good and kind person, and he must also be a very happy person.
Because the book says that only when you have received love will you want to pass it on and share it with more people.
So today, exactly two minutes ago, before Tong Che took off the bracelet and showed her, Xiao Qi had been thinking this way.
But now, Xiao Qi doesn't think so.
Happy, loved people are very afraid of pain, they will never hurt themselves again and again like this, and they will not want to live.
After a long while, she pursed her lips and said softly, "I originally thought that Brother Xiao Che has been doing well."
Not surprised by her answer, Tong Che smiled and affirmed, "I'm really doing well now."
"However," he changed his words, "I had a bad time before, but you see, I didn't give up in the end, I still persevered, so Xiao Qi, if you don't persevere, how will you know that I will Have you been having a bad time?"
Xiao Qi's mood has calmed down a lot. She nodded lightly, thinking of something, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Xiao Che, did anyone comfort you like this before when you didn't want to live?"
If not, how did Big Brother Xiao Che endure the thought of giving up again and again, and finally persevere
Tong Che was stunned for a moment, his gaze fell on the peeling low wall on the edge of the balcony, and his gaze became a little distant for a moment. After a while, he nodded and said softly, "Yes, there is someone who saved me."
It has been ten years since the original differentiation, not to mention that Tong Che at that time was in a trance due to physical discomfort, and he could no longer see the person coming.
Tong Che still can't remember what happened in the first place. He only remembers that someone was in his ear and asked him in a warm voice if he had ever seen the sea.
Naturally, Tong Che had never seen it at that time. He had never even been out of Yangcheng at all. After all, when his parents went on a trip, they would only take his younger brother, not him.
Tong Che can't remember now, whether he had given an answer at that time, he only remembered that the person said to him again, "I haven't seen the sea yet, why did you want to give up?"
At that time, Tong Che had just turned thirteen years old. He was regarded as a relatively early differentiation, and he still could not understand whether he wanted to live or not, and whether he had seen the sea or not had anything to do with it.
Until I survived by accident, and then one day, I accidentally read a poem—
When you come to the world, you have to look at the sun and walk down the street with your sweetheart.
The moment he read the poem, Tong Che suddenly understood the meaning of the original sentence, which is probably similar to this poem.
He has come to the world, he has not seen the sea, he has not seen the sun, and he has never met his sweetheart. In this way, in order to hurt his own people, he hurts himself again and again, and even wants to give up his own life. Not worth it.
"I... I understand," Xiao Qi's voice recalled Tong Che's thoughts, only to listen to her earnestly, "I will never do this again in the future, I also want to persevere, I want to give it a try, in the future Can you be as good as brother Xiao Che?"
Not only live as well as Brother Xiao Che, but also become a kind and soft person like Brother Xiao Che.
Tong Che came back to his senses, raised his hand and patted Xiao Qi's head lightly. The nerves that had been tense since the moment he saw her holding the knife finally eased.
Glancing at the knife that Xiao Qi had thrown aside, Tong Che relaxed and said half-jokingly, "Xiao Qi will be fine in the future, but now, should the murder weapon be handed over to me first?"
Without any hesitation, Xiao Qi picked up the knife, folded it, and handed it to Tong Che.
Tong Che took it, put it in his pocket, and asked casually, "Where did it come from? It looks sharp."
Xiao Qi said embarrassedly, "It's... used to cut fruit."
Tong Che laughed and said warmly, "Okay, go say hello to Uncle Zhao and Aunt Wu, they are all worried about you."
Xiao Qi looked at the person who had been guarding the balcony door, nodded obediently, stood up and walked towards the door.
After walking two steps, she found that Tong Che had no intention of following, she stopped again, turned around and asked, "Brother Xiao Che, can't you... go down?"
"You go first," Tong Che responded. "There is a musical in the activity room downstairs. I'll sit here for a while."
Xiao Qi looked at him, and then at Mu Hanfeng who was standing at the door. She didn't speak any more, and went to the door by herself.
After she, Zhao Li and Aunt Wu left, Mu Hanfeng walked into the balcony and closed the door.
Tong Che was still sitting on the ground and didn't move, looking up at Mu Hanfeng who was approaching him step by step, the big brother who had enlightened others a second ago, but this second he turned back into a blush-loving little stupid cat.
Since he took off the bracelet before, he deliberately didn't look at the door again.
He knew that Mu Hanfeng was standing there, watching him all the time.
He also made up his mind, and simply took advantage of this time to tell Mu Hanfeng what he had not talked about for a while.
But seeing Mu Hanfeng getting closer and closer, Tong Che couldn't help but feel a little bit of retreat.
He lowered his head and looked at his wrist without the bracelet. The scars on it were intertwined. He felt ugly when he looked at it, so he might as well not show it to Teacher Mu.
Thinking like this, Tong Che simply touched the bracelet again, ready to put it on his hand.
But in front of him, a big hand with clear bones suddenly stretched out and held his hand.
Tong Che stopped for a while, then raised his head to look at Mu Hanfeng, and called out softly, "Mr. Mu."
Mu Hanfeng looked down at him and closed his eyes, only to feel that his internal organs were stirring and hurting, and his throat was full of astringent blood. He replied in a hoarse voice, "Well, Teacher Mu is here."
Tong Che subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back again, and said in a low voice, "It's... very ugly, don't look at it."
Mu Hanfeng didn't let go, but clenched his hands even tighter, and said with a frown, "Nonsense, it's not ugly at all."
Having said this, he simply leaned down, gently lifted Tong Che's scarred wrist, put it on his lips, and dropped a pious and gentle kiss.
It was very soft and soft to the touch, like being stroked by a feather and swept by the breeze. All the scars that had already left scars and could not be fully recovered, but at this moment it seemed like they had a chance to heal again.
Tong Che couldn't help trembling, and the next second, the whole person was firmly surrounded by Mu Hanfeng.
Tong Che felt that he was going to be useless again, he buried his head in Mu Hanfeng's neck and rubbed hard, barely holding back the water vapor from his eyes, and finally, he no longer hesitated to say, "Mr. Mu, do you want to? , know my family?"
The author has something to say: Tongtong is getting better, he is braver than before, and he is willing to reveal the scars that have been buried in his heart to Mr. Mu, and they will definitely be better in the future.
It's another day when I wrote myself crying, woo woo, I need a hug from the little cuties.
Another: "You come to the world..." The poem comes from Haizi.
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Thank you for throwing mine nutrient solution~
Bow, I love you very much.