Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

With strong hatred, Xie Kecheng used a utility knife to cut himself all over his body in a closed hut.

And his eyes were always staring at the painting, as if he was punishing himself in this way.

As his body became colder and colder, Xie Kecheng suddenly saw his little painter.

Yun Chen turned around, with a smile in his eyes, and wiped the blood from Xie Kecheng's body: "Brother, you soiled yourself again."

As he finished speaking, Xie Kecheng had a kite string in his hand, with the soft sandy beach under his feet and the blue sea in front of him.

He became the boy in the painting.

Does becoming one of his paintings entitle you to follow him and continue to accompany him?

The pain in my body immediately disappeared.

As if he had been saved, Xie Kecheng cut his own wrist with the knife...

-

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Kecheng felt himself curled up in a soft sofa. The sound of the door shaft turning sounded, bringing a gust of cool breeze.

"Chenchen is back?"

The boy's voice was lively and cheerful. After changing his shoes, he jumped on the wooden floor twice: "Dad! We are choosing class cadres today... um."

Yun Chen's mouth was covered by the man in time.

The man looked at the sleeping boy on the sofa, lowered his voice and said to his son: "Shh. Honey, have you seen that brother?"

"Saw it. Who is he and what happened to him?"

"Chenchen, dad has given you a task, you...don't tell your mother yet."

-

Xie Kecheng couldn't resist his sleepiness and fell asleep again. When he opened his eyes again, he was much more conscious.

Sure enough, he was sleeping on a sofa. In the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, there was a young boy sitting cross-legged.

There are books and notebooks on the coffee table. The boy's arms are pressing the coffee table, his thin back is bent, his shoulders are shaking slightly with the movement of the pen tip, and he is doing his homework seriously.

Xie Kecheng wanted to sit up, but his throat felt itchy and he coughed uncontrollably.

The boy turned his head: "You're awake!"

Seeing the boy's appearance clearly, Xie Kecheng was stunned. He forgot to cough for a moment, and the spasm of his trachea caused his chest to rise and fall rapidly: "Yun Chen?"

Miao Yunchen grew up late, but his delicate eyebrows and fair face were exactly the same as the fragile and beautiful little painter in Xie Kecheng's memory.

The child closed the pen cap and homework book, and said in a disappointed tone: "My dad has already told you my name. Are you feeling better? I'll check if you still have a fever."

The little guy in front of me is lively and cheerful, and his movements are a bit childish and exaggerated.

He leaned over the sofa with his elbows and reached out to touch his forehead. Xie Kecheng immediately smelled the cool smell of laundry detergent.

"Well, it seems...forget it, I'd better get the thermometer. Just stay there and don't move."

Looking at Yun Chen's brisk back, Xie Kecheng couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a moment. His chest was sore and his eyes quickly turned red.

After a while, a pair of little feet wearing cartoon socks appeared in the field of vision.

Yun Chen came over with a thermometer and a medicine box. He was suddenly startled, and his originally cheerful voice became a little confused: "Are you crying? You are sad."

The voice was soft and soft, expressing the child's immature but undisguised concern.

All this was too real. Xie Kecheng raised his head and looked at him blankly, restraining his desire to reach out and hug him.

Yun Chen waved his hand and quickly took out a few tissues and gave them to him: "It doesn't matter! I'm not laughing at you. I know that I was very sad when my father was sick and cried secretly... You can cry, I won't tell others. ."

After saying that, a small hand slowly fell on his shoulder and patted him gently.

Xie Kecheng said blankly: "My dad is sick..." What's going on.

Yun Chen was afraid that he would be sad, so he interrupted him anxiously: "Don't worry, uncle will be fine!"

Yun Chen: "My dad asked me to have dinner with you. After dinner, I will accompany you to the hospital to see your uncle. Brother, what do you like to eat? I will ask my aunt if she can cook it."

-

Xie Kecheng ate in a daze, followed Yun Chen into the car, and drove towards the hospital.

Xie Kecheng turned his head to look, and what he looked like as a boy was reflected in the car window.

He subconsciously pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, but they came up empty...

-

When he came back from the hospital, Xie Kecheng finally understood.

None of this is a dream.

He was reborn.

In this life, his father still had an accident and was seriously injured and comatose, but he did not die.

Yun Chen's parents did not encounter financial difficulties. After his father's accident, they tried their best to help them, provided his father with the best medical conditions, and took him back home.

From Yun Chen's words, Xie Kecheng learned that he had been curled up on the sofa and sleeping all day, eating nothing and not letting anyone get close to him, and his mental state was very bad.

Yun Chen's father was a little scared, thinking that it might be easier for the children to communicate with each other, so he asked Yun Chen to come over to persuade him to eat and take him to the hospital to visit his father.

Xie Kechen was sitting in the car on the way back, his lips pursed and his thoughts were confused.

Yun Chen, who made him happy and accompanied him to visit the doctor, was already tired. After saying a few words vaguely, his head became sleepy little by little, and he almost hit the car window when he turned a corner.

Xie Kecheng's heart clenched, and his messy thoughts were instantly forgotten.

He gently picked the person up, held him steady, and let him lean on his shoulder.

Passing by a large shopping mall in the city center, Xie Kecheng raised his hand to block the rapidly changing light outside, but Yun Chen still woke up, half-opened his eyes, and muttered about getting snacks and drinks for Xie Kecheng.

Xie Kecheng knew that Yun Chen was worried about him, and felt a dull pain in his heart. He touched his hair and whispered: "I'm fine, Chen Chen. If you're tired, just take a nap."

"Uncle is very ill. You must be sad."

"Not sad."

The road section where the shopping mall was located had passed, and the lights were dim again. Xie Ke moved his hand downwards to support the side of Yun Chen's face.

with you.

With your concern...

It’s really not that sad anymore.

-

When Yun Chen's mother heard that her son and Xie Kecheng went to the hospital together, she immediately stood up from behind her desk!

She still remembered that on the day of the accident, Xie Kecheng rushed into the hospital as if he was crazy.

He was obviously a gentle-looking young man, but after learning that his father was injured, he looked like a brutal wolf, with cold eyes full of hostility, which sent chills down the spine of anyone who saw him.

She was ready to explain to him the reason for the whole thing, but the child was still young. If he felt that his father's injury was related to the Miao family, he would take revenge and hurt Chenchen in private...

She knew that her husband must have sent someone to follow them secretly, but she was still uneasy and hurried home, just in time to see them coming out of the parking lot.

It was a cool night, and the son, wearing Xie Kecheng's school uniform, walked in with sleepy eyes, half of his body being supported by the young man.

They walked to the elevator, and Xie Kecheng gently patted his son's face, leaned over and asked quietly, probably asking which floor they lived on.

How can there be any ruthlessness in that cautious energy?

I wish I could just pick up Yun Chen and protect him like a baby.

The woman stared blankly for a while, and then she realized that the elevator had gone up, and the numbers above her head kept rising, and stopped at their floor.