The Lover’s Prattle

Chapter 13: Elegant Madman (3)

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Qingruo saw the red marks on his arms when they met the next day, they were not from the past, they were just left recently, the color was still bright red, against his dark skin, it looked like a violence.

The little girl's eyes were red, her mouth was pursed and she stared at his arm.

Xu Nianyang tugged down the short sleeves, but it was useless, the sleeves were short, and the scars on his arms pierced people's eyes brightly when he moved them.

Qing Ruo turned her head away, took out the milk in the bag, poked it open and handed it to him, took out another biscuit, tore open the bag and carried it to him.

She kept silent, like a bunny with red eyes, and with her mouth pursed, she looked more like a wronged bunny.

Xu Nianyang took the milk and rubbed her hair with one hand. It was soft to the touch. The calluses of his fingertips rubbed against her forehead. The clear skin was delicate and tender, and a light swipe left a trace of tender red.

There was a tsunami-like undercurrent in his eyes, his face was still calm, the strange emotions of a teenager, but his voice was colder and calmer, "Why don't you speak?"

Qing Ruo turned her head away from looking at him, wiped her eyes with her sleeves, the tears that were about to fall melted into her sleeves, Qing Ruo turned back to look at him, "Brother, don't come back here when you grow up .”

Maybe he will be recognized by Zhang's family and then take the blame. Qingruo looks at his cold eyes, gently purses her lips and smiles sweetly at him, it doesn't matter, she will accompany him.

This cold, self-disciplined child who is even demanding on himself in many ways should not be abandoned by the whole world in the end. He obviously has no choice but has been making mistakes all the time.

Xu Nianyang likes her eyes the most, they are all about him, the way he looks at him can no longer accommodate anything, it occupies all her sight, everything.

With the straw in his mouth, Xu Nianyang poked the milk in it again and again, with a clear and light tone, "Then I won't be able to see you."

Just when Qingruo opened her mouth to speak, he had already stuffed milk into her mouth. Xu Nianyang watched her subconsciously suck the straw in her mouth, and pressed the tip of her tongue against the roots of her teeth to resist the turbulent emotions inside.

Qingruo smashed the milk twice, feeling that there was still a lot, pushed his hand away, "I don't want to drink, brother, you can drink it." Then he took out his pocket money for today and handed it to him, "It's okay, I When I grow up, I will find you."

This body has parents, and only Qingruo is a daughter. As a child, filial piety must be done, but she can't give up Xu Nianyang, not a single bit, but for her, it is not difficult for both sides to be beautiful.

Xu Nianyang swallowed the rest of the milk in a few big gulps, this time the parabola was thrown directly into the trash pile next to him, and he took out the money she had given him during this time from his pocket, all of them were in pieces, and the thickness of the pressed together was commendable.

Qing Ruo frowned, and slapped his arm with a small hand, hearing the sound, but his arm was injured, so Qing Ruo didn't use any force.

"Brother, didn't you promise me that I would eat breakfast in the morning?"

Xu Nianyang smiled slightly, "I have eaten, really, an egg costs one dollar."

He spoke seriously, Qing Ruo didn't ask any more.

Watching him tidy up the money one by one, "Ruoruo, I don't have parents, and the kids here call me Xiaoyezhong. The kids who play with you will hate you."

Qingruo looked at his expression, and the three words Onozhong said by himself seemed to be saying an insignificant word.

The white and tender little hand was pressed against his black hand, as if baring his teeth, one of the bright white teeth was in the process of changing teeth, and it felt like a small mouth was missing, but the words were full and warm, "Brother is not a little wild species , You are not allowed to say that about yourself in the future, we are friends, and we can also be relatives. So you are not."

What is a nine year old like? Xu Chaoyang is also nine years old this year, like a beast with only desires, only doing what he wants to do, refusing anything he doesn't want to do, speaking viciously, treating people like dogs, bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

As for the nine-year-old Qingruo, Xu Nianyang had a lot of pictures and adjectives in his mind, and finally it was blank. He didn't even know how to describe her, or felt that he was not worthy of adding any adjectives to her.

Her palms are small, but they are warm, and a steady stream of warm currents flows from the skin layer by layer, like the tide at high tide.

Xu Nianyang put the arranged money into his pocket, took her little hand behind his back, and clumsily learned the movement of interlocking his fingers.

The last finger was held by Qing Ruo holding the little fingers of the two of them.

In an instant, the fingers of the two people clasped together without a single gap.

Xu Nianyang widened his eyes and looked at the hands of the two people, feeling the electric current pass through his heart. It should be a very happy feeling, but it hurt him, the extreme pain, the pain that he will never forget in his life.

"Look, brother, we are connected together, so you are not allowed to say that you are a little bastard, brother has relatives."

Xu Nianyang turned his head to look at her, smiled softly, the coldness on the corners of his brows and eyes gradually dissipated, and were stained with a gorgeous warm color, he lowered his head, his lips fell on the knuckles of Qingruo's middle finger, and said softly, "Well, I'm not, in the future I will not say anymore."

Qingruo's eyebrows and eyes are curved, and the apple muscles on her small face smile like a ball of cotton candy, and the sun shines on half of her face.

For the first time, Xu Nianyang discovered how beautiful the word fresh means.

Qingruo started school in September.

Because their home is close, they happen to be in the same elementary school as Xu Chaoyang, and they are the same age, but in different classes.

Xu Nianyang was in the second grade of junior high school.

Because there is no tuition fee for the nine-year compulsory education, Xu Nianyang can get a few hundred dollars in scholarships every semester.

Now the school will also distribute hardship subsidies. When the school started, the Xu family and his wife reported him as an orphan, and the hardship subsidies he received every year were 2,000 yuan.

So Xu's couple didn't stop him from going to school, but Xu Chaoyang never wanted Xu Nianyang's homework and pens.

From Monday to Friday, I would be picked up by my parents when I went to and from school, and I would go home to have dinner and do my homework in the evening. The once-a-day meeting between Qing Ruo and Xu Nianyang turned into every Saturday and Sunday. Occasionally, on weekends, her parents would take Qing Ruo out to play. After dinner, she would use the excuse to go and play with the little girl next door. When I went to Xu Nianyang, I couldn't see him sometimes.

After the start of school, her parents will give Qing Ruo seven yuan for her daily pocket money plus breakfast money, and Qingruo can save five yuan after eating breakfast.

The injuries on Xu Nianyang's body only increased but not decreased.

It was late winter in City K, and the leaves of the roadside landscape trees had almost fallen in November, and a crisp layer fell on the side of the road, and the little girl ran over with a rattling sound all the way.

Xu Nianyang grew a little taller again, wearing old clothes that looked like Father Xu's, the style was very middle-aged, and he looked old-fashioned.

He is thin and shorter than his peers, his trouser legs and sleeves are rolled up a few times, and his hair grows a bit. Looking at him from a distance, he stands at the entrance of a cold alley, with a straight back, ignoring his height, he looks like a soldier described in some articles. Feeling: the lonely and upright poplar, always stick to it, always silent.

Seeing Qingruo brought out a warm smile, stretched out his hand to grab the little guy who jumped in front of him, and straightened her messy hair, and the words of confession were worthless, "Slow down, don't run .”

"Yeah." Qing Ruo nodded, but it was obvious that the left ear went in and the right ear came out. She took out the milk from the bag and handed it to him, then took his hand and pushed the sleeve away. No new scars were added today. There is a black or bluish-purple surround around the intricate old wounds and a red mark.

Qing Ruo took out the ointment she was carrying in her bag, and just after unscrewing the lid, the boy with a calm expression slapped her face, frowning as she saw the cold, piercing blades coming from between her brows and eyes, "Where did they come from?"

Qingruo raised her head and blinked her eyes strangely, "I found it at home, what's the matter?"

Xu Nianyang was too sensitive to her, no matter how natural he was, he would not believe her words, how could she find this kind of medicine at home for a nine-year-old child.

He withdrew his hand, stuffed the milk into her hand, pulled her arm and forcibly pushed up her sleeve, and there was nothing on both sides.

Qing Ruo withdrew her hand and stared at him dissatisfied, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Xu Nianyang didn't answer, but just pulled her over, clasping her waist with one hand, the two were about the same height, their faces were almost touching each other at close range, he put one hand on the zipper of her coat, his voice was dangerous, "If you are good, tell brother, are you hurt?"

Qingruo shook her head, blinking her big eyes with a cute expression, which was so natural that she didn't disobey at all, "Really not, I asked my aunt at home, and she told me that this ointment can be used to rub bruises or other injuries."

Xu Nianyang pursed his lips, "Ruoruo, be good, I don't want to strip you naked for inspection at your age."

Qingruo's heart trembled, looking at Xu Nianyang's eyes, they were still as cold as black.

He lowered his head, pulled his hem with one hand, and said softly and obediently, "Yesterday, I accidentally bumped my knee last night. Mom wiped it for me."

Xu Nianyang squatted down, "Which one?"

"left."

Xu Nianyang pursed her lips, and rolled up her trousers carefully and gently.

He breathed a sigh of relief, there was only a little bit of light blue, and the impact was not serious, "Did you apply the medicine today?"

Qing Ruo nodded, "Wipe it."

Xu Nianyang put down her trouser legs and stood up, sighed softly, and rubbed her hair, "How did you hit me?" Before Qingruo could answer, she started to say again, "How do people at home take care of you? Don't run from now on, walk slowly..."

Qing Ruo frowned as she listened to him, it was normal for children to bump into each other. Standing on tiptoe, stroking his head to appease him, "Okay, okay, I understand, can I apply the medicine now?"

"En." Xu Nianyang responded, closing his eyes lightly.

Qing Ruo wiped his arm, with a clumsy appearance and extraordinarily careful and serious, then gave him the ointment, whispered to his ear, "Brother, go back and wipe yourself, don't let those villains see it~"

Xu Nianyang hooked his lips, playing with the ointment in his hand, "Ruoruo."

"Um?"

"Do you not like these injuries on my body?"

Qing Ruo nodded, taking it for granted, "I don't like it, it hurts to look at it."

She wrinkled her face, touched his arm again, the ointment was cool, and his sleeves hadn't been put down yet, Qingruo leaned closer and blew, her voice soft and waxy, "Brother, will it stop hurting like this?" ?”

Xu Nianyang stroked her hair, "Well, it doesn't hurt at all."

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Does it hurt

Does it hurt for me

—[Black box]