When He Qing was a child, his father beat him up, not only beating him, but also beating his mother. At that time, little He Qing was always crying and being hugged by his mother. beat.
Although his mother tried her best to protect him, He Qing would still get punched even if she was walking properly during the days when her mother was not at home.
It is possible that one moment he was still sleeping on the bed, and the next moment his drunk father would tear him out of bed, ignoring his cries, and punch him down one after another.
Mom thought about divorcing that man, but he let the word out that if she dared to divorce, he would kill them with a knife. The life of this man, whom He Qing called his father, has been rotten into mud, but he still insists on it. Drag should have sunk with the dearest people.
Because that man likes to drink and doesn't do anything, the family environment is extremely difficult, He Qing has not worn even a single good dress, and his mother is busy almost every day in order to make money, his clothes are torn, and he is ridiculed by his classmates at school , went home and cried secretly, and was discovered by his father, who was beaten again.
It's not that the neighbors thought of helping him, but facing the man who was drunk all day and had a fierce face, the neighbors had no choice but to turn a blind eye, and at most sometimes secretly stuff some food into Xiao He Qing's hands.
Because of his father's beating and scolding regardless of time or place, He Qing developed a timid temperament, even if someone spoke a little louder, he would be afraid.
He can only study hard, and stay silent at home, hoping that his father can forget his existence.
After more than ten years of being so cautious and poor, my mother suddenly fell ill. She could no longer work or make money, and needed a large amount of surgery fees. The father drove his sick wife and young son out of the house without hesitation.
With his mother in a coma on his back, He Qing cried, and placed her in a hotel with the only money he had left, while he went to find a job with tears all over his face.
He was not yet an adult, and the amount he asked for was too large. Although He Qing kept saying that he could do anything, the recruiter refused without hesitation.
The boy with only a dozen or so dollars left was full of despair. He even thought, buy two packs of rat poison and eat it with his mother.
Just as he was thinking this way, a man's gentle and magnetic voice came from above, "Hello, do you need money?"
The young man looked up in a daze, and saw a gentle man with neat clothes and a gentle smile on his face. His tone was full of kindness, "I need a model here, would you like it?"
For a young man whose life has been relegated to the dust, the following period is the best and happiest time in his memory.
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Yan Bei was leaning on the bed and playing games, the door was gently pushed open, in the darkness, the light of the mobile phone was printed on his face, and the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth could be clearly seen.
He Qing didn't dare to disturb him, so he carefully went to the balcony to collect his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The warm water poured over his body, and the boy closed his eyes and cried silently in the water.
Today, Wen Hui said that he liked him, but He Qing couldn't like him anymore.
It has become a habit for the young man to be careful, he even dared to cry quietly and silently.
Yan Bei put down his phone in boredom, his mind was filled with the warm and comfortable touch, and seeing the two hugging through the window.
He has a feeling of being cheated, but more, he still wants to get that soft body that hugs him.
Why Wen Hui can, but he can't!
Thinking of the abnormal atmosphere between the two, Yan Bei sneered. It seems that He Qing is only willing to touch someone he likes.
The bathroom was filled with the sound of water, and Yan Bei was lying on the side of the bed, seemingly sleeping, but his eyes kept looking there.
He Qing came out with the clothes in his arms, He Qing went to the balcony, and He Qing lay on the bed.
Yan Bei lay quietly, motionless. After the young man lay quietly on the bed for more than an hour, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed lightly.
He directly lifted the quilt from the boy's body and lay down by himself. It was a bit crowded, but it didn't matter.
Putting his hands on the waist of the person next to him tentatively, after making sure that he didn't respond, Yan Bei put his hands on the smooth and tender skin in satisfaction, and fell asleep contentedly.
[Ding! Yan Bei's favorability: 60]
Yan Bei woke up first in the morning. Although he usually doesn't pay attention, as long as he wants to, he just wakes up early, which is simply too simple.
The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to comfortably touch the stomach of the person next to him. He didn't get anxious, but took his time and gently kneaded the young man's smooth and tender skin.
Tickled by being tickled, the boy opened his eyes in confusion, and then the big hand on his stomach made him wake up suddenly.
He stood up abruptly and looked at the people around him in disbelief.
"you you… "
The cute little belly left, Yan Bei's hands hidden under the quilt spread out with some regret, his face was as arrogant as ever, "What's wrong?"
"Why are you in my bed!"
Hearing the young man's resentful and embarrassing voice, Yan Bei's heart became more confident. As expected, He Qing was not only timid, but also not very good at rejecting people, even his angry voice was so soft.
He raised his eyebrows and replied confidently, "Didn't you say you were afraid of heights last time? So I wronged myself and went down to sleep with you."
Stretching, and ignoring the boy's flushed face, Yan Bei stood up and went to his bed to get clothes to wear.
He Qing was so angry that his lips were trembling, he tried his best to restrain his grievance, and tried to reason, "We agreed yesterday, don't touch mine..."
"Who did you talk to? Did I agree? No?"
The young man was stunned, and then he remembered that Yan Bei had never promised him, but, but...
"I said I won't let you touch, you can't..."
"You say you won't let me touch it? I just want to touch it." Relying on the poverty of He Qing's family, Yan Bei was unscrupulous, "Don't fall asleep in the dormitory if you have the ability, or rent a house outside, anyway, as long as you Living in a dorm room, I can always find an opportunity."
He was infuriated by his shameless remarks, no matter how good-tempered the boy was, he couldn't bear it.
With a pale face, he stammered, "I, I'm going to find the teacher now, I'm going to move out."
Even if the teacher doesn't agree to let him move to a six-person dormitory, it's okay for him to go to his mother's ward to lay the floor. He was ordered to work before, but for the shadowy He Qing, he really can't accept waking up next to him. More people.
Yan Bei was taken aback for being so decisive.
In his impression, this coward has always been able to avoid causing trouble without causing trouble, why is he suddenly so stubborn now
Yan Bei didn't think that he stepped on the bottom line of a teenager, squinting his eyes, thinking of the teacher he said.
teacher
Isn't that man a teacher!
The relationship is not because this coward suddenly becomes hardened, but because someone is behind.
He consciously figured everything out on his side, while the boy on the other side had already got out of bed and was making the bed.
He Qing made up his mind, even if he was sleeping on the floor in the ward, he should not live with Yan Bei anymore, he is too bullying.
If it wasn't for his current economic situation that is not enough to move out of a city again, the boy would like to take his mother to move out again.
He tidied the bed by himself, completely unaware of the changing expressions of the people behind him.
"Hey! He Qing!"
Yan Bei couldn't hold back in the end, he called the boy's name, and when he looked over, he announced coldly, "You should know how popular I am at school, if you dare to move out, I promise, you will be in school If you stay for a few years, you will not be happy for a few years."
He has always disdain to do this kind of bullying, but this He Qing is simply too huggable.
Yan Bei himself knew that he was shameless, but he was not ashamed but proud. Under the disbelieving gaze of the young man, he felt that the threat was not strong enough. After thinking about it, he added another one.
"Even if you move out of the dormitory, you have to go to class. If you dare to move out, I will dare to sit next to you every day and touch your belly in front of everyone."
"you!"
I can hardly believe that there are such shameless people in this world. The young man who was threatened by Wen Hui just yesterday looked at him in a daze, and tears fell down almost immediately.
crying again...
Obviously it was fun to see him cry before, and wanted to make him cry more funny, but now Yan Bei felt his hands a little itchy.
It's not that I want to touch my belly, but I want to wipe away the tears of the red-eyed boy in front of me.
After realizing what he was thinking, Yan Bei himself was taken aback. He took a step back and pretended to be fierce, "You can figure it out yourself!"
The boy's eyes were red with grievance, full of despair.
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"Ah Qing!" Wen Hui waited downstairs early in the morning, and when he saw the boy coming down, he greeted him with a gentle smile on his face.
"I bought you breakfast, let's go eat together." He held his arm, the boy froze, and he agreed almost numbly.
Sensing his stiffness, Wen Hui's smile was unnatural for a moment, but he quickly covered it up. He was like a tolerant and good lover, taking great care of the boy along the way.
"Ah Qing, I ordered this specially for you, eat it quickly."
Familiar tone, familiar words, numbly chewing his favorite dish, He Qing suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the man, "Mr. Wen..."
"Ah Qing forgot again." With a witty and gentle smile, the gentle man smiled and nodded his hair, "Since we are together, you can just call me by my name."
"Okay..." Palely replied, the boy's voice was very soft, "Wen Hui, don't treat me like this."
The man holding the food paused, and smiled at the boy as if nothing had happened, "How did I treat you?"
"That's it, it's good for me..."
With a pale face, the young man looked at a table of dishes he liked, "The feeling you give me now is really similar to when we first met..."
"Isn't that good?" The gentle smile on the corner of Wen Hui's mouth never faded, and he continued to add vegetables to the boy's bowl, "Ah Qing doesn't like me treating you well?"
"no."
He Qing bowed his head, and obediently ate the food he picked up. It was obviously sweet, but after eating it, it seemed to be bitter to the deepest part of his heart.
He murmured, "Mr. Wen, the first time you treated me like this, I was really happy, very happy..."
"But now, I can't believe that Mr. Wen is really treating me well..."
Wen Hui froze his hands, and forced a smile on the corner of his mouth.
He stretched out his big warm hand and held the boy's cold and tender hands, with sincere eyes, "Ah Qing, it was my fault before, after you left, I was really in pain and wanted to make it up to you."
Being held by him, He Qing no longer thought about struggling. He raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, and looked at the man with pleading eyes, "If you really want to make it up to me, then you can tell me, what did I do wrong back then?" What is it?"
The reason why the teenager is so sensitive to the touch of outsiders is Wen Hui, apart from being domestically abused when he was a child.
When he was the saddest and most helpless, it was Wen Hui who saved him. He gave He Qing money, helped He Qing resettle his mother, comforted him, and gave him confidence.
He said he needed He Qing to be his model, because he was creating a painting, which required a lot of sketches, and He Qing was the most suitable model.
During that time, he just had to sit there, watching the gentle man swipe at the drawing board, occasionally raising his eyes, the moment the two looked at each other, the boy felt happy.
The two of them were still tenderly affectionate just a moment ago, and he was still full of admiration for the gentle Mr. Wen who seemed to know everything.
The next moment, the person who once made him warm and happy turned into a devil who destroyed everything.
Those disgusting poses that couldn't be put out no matter what, were torn off their clothes, tied up like livestock, and drawn by men on paper one by one.
No matter how much he cried, no matter how much he begged, all he got was a rough rejection.
At that time, He Qing trusted Wen Hui too much. Men almost occupied his entire life. Although he was imprisoned and abused, no one around him noticed.
Everyone knows that He Qing's most trusted brother is Wen Hui. As long as Wen Hui speaks, no one will doubt He Qing's whereabouts.
In that hellish studio, He Qing was imprisoned for a month. During this month, Wen Hui seemed to have a special interest in his body. He did not violate him, but placed his body in various humiliating ways. posture.
Just like in the dormitory, hands and feet are bound, invisible, indescribable, only the rustling sound of the paintbrush falling on the paper.
Countless times, the boy was about to collapse, had suicidal thoughts, and finally managed to survive.
He still has a mother, he is still young, and his life should not end in humiliation.
The inspirational stories that the perpetrator once told him were firmly remembered by the young man. He kept telling himself that he could escape and live a new life with his mother.
Finally, when the man was away, he was afraid of heights, jumped out of the window, limped to the hospital and took his mother away.
He Qing never understood why the person who was so kind to him turned into a devil overnight.
Until now, the devil came to him again.
The person he was most afraid of was right there, but the boy was no longer afraid. He asked hoarsely, "Can you tell me?"
"Ah Ching..."
Facing his question, the man avoided answering, but smiled again, and gently comforted the boy, "You just need to know, I love you."
[I love you a big banana!]
[Host, don't swear, ding! Wen Hui favorability: 80]