The Lover’s Prattle

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Qing Ruo saw the red marks on his arm the first time he met the next day. It was not the previous one, and it was only recently. The color was still bright red. His dark skin was a violent act.

The little girl's eyes circled, her mouth staring at his arm.

Xu Nianyang pulled the short cuffs down. It was useless. The sleeves were short, and the scars on his arms brightened his eyes as soon as he moved them.

Qing Ruo opened his head, poked out the milk in the bag, handed it to him, took out a biscuit, opened the packaging bag and carried it to him.

She hasn't spoken, her eyes are red bunny, and her pout is more like a wronged bunny.

Xu Nianyang took the milk and rubbed her hair with one hand, soft to the touch, the cocoon of his fingertips rubbed her forehead, Qingruo's skin was delicate, and a tender red trace brought a tender red mark.

There was a dark swell like a tsunami under his eyes, and his face remained calm. The strange emotion of the teenager was that his voice was colder and calmer. "Why not speak?"

Qing Ruo put his head away from him and wiped his eyes with his sleeves. The tears that were worthy of slipping into his sleeves, Qing Qing turned his head to look at him, "Brother, don't come back here when you grow up . "

Maybe he will be confessed by the Zhang family and then plead guilty. If Qing Qing looked at his cold eyes and gently pursed his lips and smiled sweetly at him, that's OK, she would stay with him.

This child who is so cold and self-disciplined and even demanding himself in many aspects should not be abandoned by the whole world. He clearly has no choice but has been wrong.

Xu Nianyang likes her eyes the most. It's him full and full. Looking at him can no longer hold anything, occupying all her sights and everything.

Xu Nianyang contained a straw, and poke the milk in it all at once. The tone was clear and light. "Then I won't see you."

Qing Ruo just opened her mouth to speak, and he had carried milk to her mouth. Xu Nianyang watched as she unconsciously held the straw, and the tip of her tongue pressed against the root of her teeth to use a little force to resist the turbulent emotions inside.

Qing Ruo smashed the milk twice and felt that there was still a lot. Pushed his hand away, "I don't want to drink it, brother. You drink it." He said to him and gave him his pocket money today, "It doesn't matter, I I will come to you when I grow up. "

This body has parents, and only Qingruo has a daughter who is a child and filial piety must be done, but she cannot give up Xu Nianyang, no bit by bit. Fortunately, it is not difficult for her to be beautiful.

Xu Nianyang sucked the remaining milk in a few big mouths, and this time the parabola was directly thrown into the garbage dump next to her, taking out the money she gave him during this time, all of which were piece by piece, pressed together in a thick thickness.

Qing Ruo frowned, and patted his little hand on his arm, listening to the sound, but there was an injury on his arm, so Qing Ruo was weak.

"Brother, didn't you promise me that I would eat breakfast earlier?"

Xu Nianyang brought out a slight smile, "I have something to eat, really, one egg for one dollar."

He was serious, and Qingruo didn't ask again.

Watching him organize the money one by one, "If Ruo, I have no parents, the children here call me Ono, and you and me playing with your children will hate you."

If Kiyo looked at his expression, Ono Seeds said the three words on her own as if she was saying an insignificant word.

Bai Nennen's little hand was pressed on his black hand, and Qingruo was holding his teeth. One of the bright white teeth was in the stage of changing teeth. The feeling of missing a small mouth was full of warmth. "My brother is not Ono. , I ’m not allowed to say that in the future. We are friends, and we can be relatives. So you are not. "

What is a nine-year-old kid? Xu Chaoyang is also nine years old this year. Like a beast with only *, he only does what he wants to do, refuses to do anything he doesn't want to do, exports evil, treats people as dogs, and bullies.

For Nine-year-old Qing Ruo, 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.

Her palms are small, but her palms are warm, and a steady stream of warm current flows from the skin, like the tide at high tide.

Xu Nianyang put the money in her pocket, held her little hand back, and learned clumsily.

The last finger was held by Qing Ruo's little fingers.

In an instant, the fingers of the two people were clasped tightly without a gap.

Xu Nianyang stared at the two people's hands with wide eyes, feeling that the noisy current passed through the heart, obviously it should be a very happy feeling, but he was in pain, the ultimate pain, and the pain that he would never forget in his life.

"Look, brother, we are connected together, so you must not say that you are Ono. Brother has relatives."

Xu Nianyang tilted her head to look at her, and smiled softly, the coldness of the eyebrows gradually dissipated, with a gorgeous warm color, he lowered his head, his lips fell on the clear middle knuckle, and the voice was very light, "Well, I am not. I will not say anymore."

Qing Ruo's eyebrows were crooked, and the apple muscle on her face smiled like a mass of marshmallow, and the sun shone on her side.

Xu Nianyang discovered for the first time how beautiful the word “live” means.

Qingruo started school in September.

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

Xu Nianyang in the second day.

Because it is nine-year compulsory education, tuition is not charged, and Xu Nianyang's scholarships each semester are no less and can get hundreds of dollars.

Now the school will issue a hardship subsidy. At the beginning of the school, the husband and wife of the Xu family reported him an orphan. The hardship subsidy he received each year was 2,000 yuan.

Therefore, the Xu family did not prevent him from going to school, but Xu Nianyang's workbook and pen were never needed by Xu Chaoyang. He took it down and set it together.

From Monday to Friday, parents will pick up and drop off at school and go home for dinner and homework at night. The meeting between Qing Ruo and Xu Nianyang once a day becomes every Saturday and Sunday. Occasionally, the parents take Qing Ruo out on weekends. After dinner, she uses the excuse to go to the little loli next door to play. Sometimes she can see when she goes to the alley To Xu Nianyang, I have no time to see.

After school starts, parents will give Qingruo seven yuan each day for pocket money and breakfast, and Qingruo will save five yuan after breakfast.

Xu Nianyang's injuries only increased.

In the winter evening of K City, the leaves of the landscape trees on the roadside have almost fallen in November. The crunchy layer fluttered on the roadside, and the little girl ran over with a sound of rattling.

Xu Nianyang grew a little taller and wore old clothes. He looked like Xu's father. He was very middle-aged and old-fashioned.

He was thinner and shorter than his peers. His legs and sleeves were rolled up a few times, and his hair was a little longer. Looking at him from a distance, he stood in the cold alley, his waist plate was straight, and he ignored the height, which is described in some articles as a soldier Feeling: lonely and erect poplar, always stick to it, always silent.

I saw a warm smile because of seeing Qingruo, stretched out her hand and jumped to the little guy who jumped in front of her, and managed her messy hair, and explained that the words were not weighty, "Slow down, don't run . "

"Uh-huh." Qingruo nodded, but apparently left ears in and right ears out, took milk out of the bag and handed it to him, then pulled one of his hands to open the sleeves, no new scars were added today, A red mark above the intricate old wound above is black or lilac.

Qing Ruo took out the ointment carried in her bag, and the teenager with a faint expression just broke the face when she unscrewed the lid, and frowned as she saw the cold sharp blades coming from her eyebrows.

Qing Ruo looked up and blinked strangely, "What's the matter at home?"

Xu Nianyang was too sensitive to her. Naturally he would not believe it. How could a nine-year-old child find this medicine at home?

Withdrawing her hand, shoving milk into her hand, pulling her arm forcibly pulling up her sleeves, nothing on either side.

Qing Ruo pulled back and stared at him dissatisfied, "What are you doing, brother?"

Xu Nianyang didn't answer, she just pulled her whole body, one hand clasped her waist, the two were about the same height, and her face was close to her face at close range. He put one hand on the zipper of her coat, the sound was dangerous, "If you are good, tell your brother, are you hurt?"

Qing Ruo shook her head and blinked her eyes with a cute expression. Naturally, there was no contradiction. "No, I asked my aunt at home, and she told me that this ointment could rub or other injuries."

Xu Nianyang pursed her lips. "Ruoruo, you are a little bit better. I don't want to strip you at your age to check."

Qing Ruo's heart shook, and Xu Nianyang's eyes were still black as cold as ink.

He lowered his head, one hand held the hem of his clothes, his voice soft and obedient, "Last night, I accidentally hit my knee, and my mother wiped it with this."

Xu Nianyang squatted down, "Which one?"

"left."

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

A sigh of relief, only a little cyan, not a serious hit, "Did you apply the medicine today?"

Qing Ruo nodded, "Wipe it."

Xu Nianyang lowered her trouser legs and stood up, sighed softly, and rubbed her hair. "How could it hit you?" Before Qing Ruo answered, she began to say, "How does the family take care of you, Don't run anymore, walk slowly ... "

Qing Ruo frowned and listened to him, and it was normal for a child to bump. He tiptoed and touched his head to appease him. "Okay, okay, I know. Can I apply the medicine now?"

"Um." Xu Nianyang answered, narrowing his eyes.

Qingruo wiped his arms, and looked clumsy and careful, and then gave him the ointment, whispered to his ears, "Brother, go back and wipe your body, don't let those baddies see it ~"

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

"Ok?"

"Don't you like these injuries on me?"

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

She wrinkled her face and touched his arm again. The ointment was cool. His sleeves had not been lowered. Qing Ruo took a closer breath, and her voice was soft and waxy. "Brother, wouldn't it hurt? ? "

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

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Does it hurt?

Does it hurt me?

—— [Black Box]