Mingshu stared at the slender scar as if it was down.
The scar was lighter in color than the surrounding skin, irregularly arched, more arched in the middle, flatter on the sides, and slightly wrinkled around the scar, like an unsightly bug.
There was a buzzing buzzing in his ears, as if annoying bugs were flying, but his mind seemed to have stopped again.
After a while, he raised his arm in a daze, gestured with his hand in the air, and found that the scar was as long as the palm and the middle finger.
When he retracted his hand, he suddenly shuddered, the soles of his feet became cold, and the tears had already reacted before his brain.
He cried, just after that period of tinnitus and blankness.
Sitting under the bed, with his legs folded, wearing a vest and shorts that he only wore when he was sleeping, he cried silently, but his shoulders were twitching, and after the tears fell across his face, they clacked on his knees and on his knees. on the back of the hand.
He forgot that he should wake up his brother, so he just cried himself.
Xiao Yuan fell asleep after a while of insomnia at night. In the morning, when he was sleeping deeply, he vaguely sensed movement behind him. When he woke up and turned around, the remaining drowsiness disappeared immediately.
There was a guy with tears on the edge of the bed, his eyes and nose were red, and the nose was closed.
"What's the matter?" He quickly grabbed the man's arm, his voice was hoarse when he got up early, but when he was gentle, it sank deeper into his heart.
"Brother!!!" Mingshu cried for a long time, the tears didn't stop, but he didn't let out his emotions at all. Being coaxed by his brother, those heartaches, sadness, and uneasiness came out all of a sudden, and suddenly cried stand up.
He hasn't cried like this in a long time.
He didn't even remember crying like this when he was a kid.
But he just can't help it now.
How long and ugly was that scar, how could his brother get hurt? His brother was fine when he came back during the Spring Festival last year. Sister Jinlan took them to the hot spring, and he saw it. At that time, there was no such scar on my brother's waist!
Xiao Yuan didn't know what was going on, so he got out of bed and knelt on the mat with Mingshu, and hugged him, "What's the matter? Tell me, what's the matter?"
This happened when Mingshu was very young. It was also in the morning, and he vaguely heard someone crying. When he looked for it, he found that Ming Shutuan was crying at the end of the bed. He coaxed him for a long time, and then Mingshu said that he had a nightmare. His parents didn't want him, and neither did his brothers and sisters.
It stands to reason that Mingshu is now in the third year of junior high, and he has almost lost his relationship with Wen Yue and Ming Haofeng, so he won't be able to cry like this because of his dreams.
Xiao Yu'an picked up the tissue paper on the bedside table, and pulled a lot of sheets to wipe Mingshu's tears, "If you have something, just say it, what's the matter?"
It's not that Mingshu didn't want to say it, he must have asked, he was crying because he didn't speak just now, and he twitched as soon as he made a sound. Now my brother is pulling him into his arms. My brother's chest is stronger than before, and when he leans there, he can hear my brother's steady and powerful heartbeat.
Just counting his heartbeats, he gradually calmed down.
"Brother." Mingshu put his hands on his brother's legs, "Does it hurt?"
Xiao Yu'an didn't understand.
What does it hurt
Mingshu couldn't control his emotions, his nose became sore again when he asked, his nose bulging, looking at his brother, his voice trembled, "Brother, do you hurt?"
Xiao Yu'an frowned, knowing what Ming Shu was referring to, and subconsciously touched the lower back.
Only his father and Xiao Muting knew about his injury. He didn't plan to tell his grandfather and Mingshu when he came back this time. It was originally a small injury, but the scar looked a little serious, and it would take at least a year for the arched area to level off.
When he was sleeping, his vest turned upside down, and he turned his back to Mingshu again, so he was seen by Mingshu.
That's why he didn't want to tell Mingshu. Mingshu is the closest to him. In the past, he was injured a little in a fight, and Mingshu was so sad that he could lose a golden bean. Is it okay to see this scar
But it was still visible.
"It's already healed." He had to try his best to appease Mingshu, "It hurt a little when I was hurt, but I don't feel it now."
Mingshu sucked his nose and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. After wiping, he climbed behind his brother and looked at the injury carefully. He was so distressed, "How did you get this injury?"
Now that it has been discovered, Xiao Yuan is not good to continue to cover up, but it is impossible to tell Mingshu the truth. Mingshu is the most likely to think blindly at this age, and he is already sensitive. Let Mingshu know that this injury was suffered in actual combat. At that time, the situation was still very critical, and Mingshu was worried about this in the future, and I am afraid that he would not be able to sleep well again.
"I didn't pay attention during the exercise." Xiao Yuan coaxed: "I was criticized by the instructor."
When Mingshu heard this, he was angry and aggrieved, "You are all hurt, why are you still criticizing you!"
The child really thinks about him, and protects him frankly and domineeringly. Xiao Yuan felt sour for a while, and put down the vest, "It should be criticized, but I didn't do it well."
Mingshu shook his head vigorously and disagreed, "My brother is fine in everything, and there is nothing wrong with my brother!"
Xiao Yuan sighed in his heart, wanting to quickly let this matter pass, and then heard Mingshu say, "Brother, can I touch it?"
It's all like this, can you still touch it? Xiao Yuan nodded, then pulled the hem back, "Touch it."
Mingshu was cautious, his fingers were just pasted, and they retracted as if they were scalded.
He was afraid of hurting his brother.
Xiao Yuan turned his head to look, "Have you touched it yet?"
"I'll touch it again." Mingshu said, and stretched out his hand again, still very careful, but at least he didn't shrink at the touch.
The arched scar is next to the finger pulp, like a stretched tendon, a little hard and uneven.
Mingshu touched it, and the corner of his lips dropped.
My brother said that it doesn't hurt anymore, but it definitely hurts when I get hurt. It's such a long scar. He had fought so many times and suffered a lot of injuries, but he had never had such a long scar.
My brother has never had such a long scar.
It hurts.
The tingling spreads in the lower back. In fact, the perception on the scar is duller than other places, but it is probably because Mingshu touched too carefully and focused too much, and the trembling of his fingers was conveyed to Xiao Yuan along with his distress.
It's not real numbness or real itching, it's the chemical reaction that occurs in the heart after feeling a person's unconditional care.
Xiao Yuan put the bottom back in the end, patted Mingshu's hand, "Okay, enough to see, enough to touch, go wash your face, don't be sad."
Mingshu is not over yet. If you don't touch the scar, then don't touch it, but he has to nag a few words with his brother.
"elder brother."
Xiao Yuan's tone changed when he heard it. Just now, it was the tone of a child's grievance, but now he has the stability of a young boy.
But how stable can a teenager be? Most of the stability of the youth is forced out.
"Huh?" Xiao Yuan responded.
"Then you can't be hurt again in the future." Mingshu put on Ming Ge's spectrum, "You are studying outside alone, and I can't take care of you, look at you, only you take care of yourself."
Xiao Yuan almost laughed, thinking that I still need your little one to take care of me
"Are you still laughing?" Mingshu saw that his brother was laughing and grabbed his knee, "I'm serious!"
"I'm listening." Xiao Yuan pretended to listen attentively, "Brother Ming, do you have any other orders?"
If you really want to talk like this, Mingshu can't tell anything, "Brother, you are injured, just enjoy yourself at home these few days."
Xiao Yuan couldn't help laughing, and rushed Mingshu to wash up.
Mingshu asked clearly about the injury, and the eagerness to tears disappeared. When taking a bath, he remembered that he completely forgot to observe his brother's development.
The boys in their class were very curious about this. He heard that some people live on campus, and they compare it every morning.
In fact, he also wanted to compare himself with others, but the boys called him Ming Ge, so he felt that it was not easy for him to participate. And it's pretty boring compared to classmates, aren't they all still developing? He wanted to see what a boy a few years older than him—no, that should be called a man—was like in the morning.
Brother is the best candidate.
If you are delayed this morning, you will have to wait for tomorrow. If it doesn't work tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.
Anyway, my brother has to stay at home for more than a week.
Xiao Yu'an really didn't know Mingshu's idea. This time he came back to accompany his family. He planned to stay at home without notifying his former classmates.
As a result, he was "tired" from morning to night.
It wasn't because he was physically tired. Mingshu regarded him as an injured person who needed to be served.
He wanted to go to the kitchen to get a bottle of ice water, and Mingshu rushed over to help him open the refrigerator door.
He stepped on his slippers to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, Mingshu stood on his left for a while, and ran to his right for a while, for fear that others would squeeze and touch him. Vegetables will also help him.
But he couldn't let a skinny monkey lift something that heavy.
Mingshu also spoke to him earnestly, "I'm all for your own good".
When he returned to the house, he wanted to cook for himself, and Mingshu wanted to help him, so he put on his apron.
He asked, "Would you?"
Mingshu: "…"
I can learn!
He poured cold water on Mingshu's diligent and eager to ask: "It's too troublesome to teach you, it's better for me to do it myself."
In the afternoon, he sat in the living room and was about to check his mobile phone. Mingshu came over with a fruit plate, "Brother, I'll cut a peach for you, brother, do you eat bananas, brother, do you eat cantaloupe?"
Noisy, dizzy.
He didn't want to look at his cell phone, so he just took the matter for a long time to amuse Mingshu, "You often help girls open bottles at school?"
Mingshu was stunned for a long time, "No."
No girl asked him to open the bottle, but Du Hao bought a bottle of Coke last time. For some reason, his face turned red and he didn't twist it. He asked him for help, but he opened it with a twist.
He laughed at Du Hao for a few days because of this, and thought it was hypocritical.
Xiao Yu'an said, "Then you screwed the bottle cap so well for me?"
Mingshu felt that there was no need to explain this matter, "Aren't you my brother?"
I'll twist the cap on the bottle for you.
Xiao Yuan wanted to laugh when he saw Mingshu's expression. The child used to look delicate, like a girl, but now the facial features are gradually growing and becoming more and more handsome. It is conceivable that when the school has a cold face, he is the kind of school grass with temperament.
But at home, there is no such thing as temperament.
Mingshu was a small annoying thing in front of him. Trouble is really troublesome, and caring is also caring.
This has to go back to when Mingshu was 5 years old. If you ask him if he still picks it up, he may have to pick it up.
After two more days, Xiao Yuan followed Mingshu, but when he got up in the morning to observe his brother's incident, Mingshu never found a chance. Because when he woke up these two days, his brother had already woken up.
I can't do it this way all the time. My brother has limited vacation time, so I can't afford to delay it.
Mingshu went to bed before 10 o'clock that night, and Xiao Yuan wondered why the child didn't play games.
Going to bed early is still good. Before 6 o'clock in the morning, Mingshu woke up, ran to the bathroom lightly to solve the problem, and came back with an excited heart.
At this time, it was still dark, and my brother was lying on his back with a towel and quilt around his waist.
He pretended to be sleeping and watched in secret.
The sun was rising, and the light came in through the open windows.
Mingshu just stared, without blinking, for a while, but turned back with a blushing heartbeat.
Don't look!
Not even!