don't cry

Qu Yu couldn't see it anymore.

When the warm blood flowed through his eyelids, streaked across his cheeks, and fell to the floor, he didn't feel any pain.

I was just a little confused, as if my head suddenly became empty.

Will he die?

No one would answer his doubts. His mother panicked and held the toilet paper to wipe off the blood that kept coming out for him, but the more she wiped, the whole face turned red, so he saw his mother crying.

Don't cry, he stood up and blocked it just because he didn't want to see his mother cry again, he never wanted to see her cry again.

Qu Yan didn't approach him, but took a few steps back, let go of the clenched fist just now, and looked down in a daze, as if he was about to faint from fright.

Qu Yu barely opened his eyes, trying hard to remember the culprit that he hated so much.

He is not an open-minded person, especially after seeing the other party's atrocities so many times, he has to make a note of the other party in his heart every time, and one day he will take revenge severely.

"Why are you still standing there, call an ambulance!" Mom suddenly yelled at Qu Yan with tears in her eyes.

Qu Yudu's mother has always been a gentle person, she has never blushed in front of him, she is always so virtuous and kind, this time she must have really gone crazy, that's why she dared to yell at the scum she was afraid of.

Qu Yan didn't bother her at this time, he took out his mobile phone in a daze, and mechanically called the emergency number.

The ambulance buzzed, and Qu Yu smelled the smell of disinfectant water. He hated this smell. Coupled with the excessive blood loss, he became dizzy and lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, Qu Yu couldn't see her anymore.

He felt uncomfortable and reached out to rub his eyes, but a rough, warm hand stopped him.

"The doctor's uncle said that Yuyu will rest for a few days and cannot open her eyes. Yuyu is a good child and must listen to the doctor." Mom's voice was gentle and patient, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Qu Yu guessed that she must have cried again, and for a long time.

The good boy really stopped moving, but quietly clenched his fingers.

He didn't smell the disinfectant before he passed out, so he probably returned home. That's right, how could a scum like Qu Yan be willing to pay him to be hospitalized for observation.

Qu Yu didn't want her mother to be sad anymore, so although she felt uncomfortable, she endured it and lay obediently on the familiar little bed, trying not to think about the disgusting past, but trying to think about a happy and beautiful future.

Qu Yan is not a good guy, he beats and scolds their mother and son when he is drunk, and it is true that he runs a company outside to socialize, but he will not leave much living expenses for the two of them, his mother is not in good health, it is said that something went wrong when he was born Small issues, so no way to get out and do too much hard work.

Qu Yu actually guessed something, because he accidentally ran into Qu Yan flirting with a beautifully dressed woman, and the woman even led a little boy with a new toy that he had never played with.

However, maybe he was wrong and he couldn't tell.

Life is too small and hard, Qu Yu can only comfort herself in this way in vain.

At least he is still with his mother, as long as he grows up, studies hard, and works hard to get into a good university, he will take his mother to live a good life together.

Thinking of this, Qu Yu fell into a deep sleep.

He was already weak due to malnutrition, and his head was injured, so he developed a high fever at night.

This time Qu Yan didn't dare to take him to the hospital for a check-up without paying, and Qu Yu stayed in the ward for a few days.

After all, it was fate, Qu Yu survived this hurdle, and when the doctor said he could be discharged from the hospital, Qu Yan almost didn't let him stay for another day, and called the mother and son to go home that day.

Yes, Qu Yan only went to the hospital on the day he was sent to the hospital, and when he was discharged home, it was his mother who took him extravagantly to take a taxi back.

After returning home, the gauze on Quyu's eyes still couldn't be removed, and she had to go to the hospital for a checkup in another week.

Probably because he was afraid that he would be bored and depressed by himself, his mother would always take him downstairs to bask in the sun when the sun was shining in the afternoon.

Quyu is already in elementary school, but he doesn’t have many friends, because other children always talk about who’s toys are fun and who’s new in automatic pens, but he only has the most common pencil and eraser, no toys, no travel, boring.

There was only one Sun Rui, and the other party didn't dislike him, but he was chubby and always said some stupid things behind his ass, which made him wonder if the other party's brain was not working well.

Fortunately, it's summer vacation now, so I don't need to ask the teacher for leave, but I can't write my homework, and I have to wait for his eyesight to recover before doing the questions.

Qu Yu was free, and went to bask in the sun with her mother without talking much, quietly feeling the warmth of the sun shining on her body, and the soft wind blowing across her cheeks.

Quiet is his favorite environment.

After two or three days of going out to let the wind go out, once my mother remembered that the clothes at home were not dried, and asked him to wait under the tree for a while, dry the clothes and then come to pick him up.

Qu Yu was very obedient and did not refuse.

He couldn't see, but he could hear, feel, Xia Chan's neighing, and the heat wave coming.

It's been an unremarkable summer.

Qu Yu thought a little boringly.

Not long after, he heard footsteps, not heavy, nor like his mother's footsteps.

Qu Yu felt that there was someone sitting beside him, and the other person seemed to have a pleasant fragrance, which was different from his clothes that only smelled like washing powder.

Subconsciously tensing her body, Qu Yu held her breath, quietly waiting for the other party to speak.

What is the other person thinking?

A little blind man?Invisible little trash?Or a boring little idiot?

In this silence, Qu Yu became more and more anxious.

Suddenly, he heard a childish voice: "Do you want to listen to the story?"

This sound is crisp and clean, reminiscent of the clearest spring water, the most beautiful piano sound, and the softest white cloud cotton candy.

Qu Yu quietly let go of his clenched hands.

He couldn't help but want to lift the corner of his lips, but he suppressed the slight joy.

The other party didn't dislike and hate his flaws at the moment, maybe he was a very good person.

Although he didn't speak, the other party seemed to have received some approval, and there was a sound of flipping a book.

"I'm just in the second grade. I don't know many words, so I may read slowly. Don't dislike me. I will tell you the story." The other party said.

Qu Yu was even happier.

He was in the first grade, and the other party was a year older than him, but when he spoke just now, he seemed to be pretending to be old-fashioned, and he was afraid that he would dislike him.

How could it be, he was too late to be happy.

The little boy began to tell a story.

He is indeed not self-effacing, he struggles to tell good stories, he has to struggle with how to pronounce some words for a long time, and some pronunciations are not in the right tone.

Qu Yu was very happy to hear it, and unconsciously began to touch and touch her fingers.

He suddenly felt that time was speeding up, so fast that he didn't listen enough, the other party bid him farewell.

"Will you come out tomorrow afternoon?" the little boy asked. "I want to tell you a story tomorrow."

Qu Yu thought for a while, but nodded without saying a word.

The other party also seemed very happy: "Okay, bye, I'm going home for dinner."

Qu Yu temporarily bid farewell to the little boy.

After a while, his mother came to pick him up.

He couldn't see the way, so he wanted to hold his mother's hand. The other's palm had calluses worn down by doing too much housework. It was rough but warm, which made people feel at ease.

"Yuyu has a new friend." Mom said happily.

Qu Yu pursed his lips, revealing a hint of unconcealable joy, he paused, although he couldn't see, he still raised his head: "Can I come out early to bask in the sun tomorrow?"

He didn't want the other party to wait for him, he wanted to go early, maybe he could listen to the story for a while.

Mom didn't refuse, and took him under the tree after lunch the next day.

Qu Yu sat obediently, quietly waiting for his new friend to appear.

He didn't wait too long before the other party came and sat beside him, perhaps because he was running, he was still panting, and he calmed down a little before he eased his breath.

Qu Yu regretted not bringing water.

Storytelling is about talking, and if you talk too much, your voice will become hoarse, and if you run too much, you will get thirsty.

He remembered this little matter in his heart, thinking that he would discuss it with his mother when he got home, and take out the brand new water glass he got for his birthday last year.

The little boy started turning the pages of the book again.

Qu Yu sat upright, listening more seriously than in class, and almost wanted to write down every word the other party said.

The other party's voice was a little nasal and soft, as if she was acting like a baby.

As he listened, Qu Yu suddenly lost his mind for a moment.

What does his new friend look like?

With such a cute voice, he will never look too ugly. If he is also as fleshy as Sun Rui, he will not dislike it.

Can that be called fat?

That's called baby fat.

Qu Yu thought with a double standard.

It was only for a short while that my mind wandered, but I still listened to the whole story honestly.

The story told by my new friend sounds very long. If I tell him a little bit every day, I can meet him for the whole summer vacation.

Thinking of this, Qu Yu was in a good mood, and talked to the other party for the first time.

"Why does he want to be friends with the rabbit?" Qu Yu asked.

At that time, the other party had just mentioned a small plot point, and he could prove that he was listening and not perfunctory by asking him this way.

The little boy paused, and as expected he replied happily, "Because rabbits are cute."

No, it's because rabbits can do magic.

Qu Yu corrected in her heart.

However, he thought of the obedient appearance of the rabbit, and the new friend should be as cute as the rabbit.

This time because they all came earlier, the story was told a little more.

The little boy's storytelling skills are not very good or proficient, and there is a sense of novice in every way.

Probably because Qu Yu said a word, the little boy tried to tell the story more diligently, and tried to recite a short passage, but he accidentally mispronounced the idioms.

Qu Yu endured it, pretending that she didn't hear it, and her face was calm as if she was listening.

The wind is blowing, the leaves are rustling, and the cicadas are singing loudly.

Qu Yu seemed to have heard the other party's soft sigh, and she was quite upright and rigorous.

Probably because of a guilty conscience because of the wrong idiom.

The little boy corrected the pronunciation of the idiom, and continued to read, but the voice was a little lowered, and the speed of speech slowed down a bit, as if he was a little uncertain and was deciding what to do.

Qu Yu didn't say a word, quietly being a loyal listener.

Qu Yu had no interest in storybooks before, but after hearing the stories told by the little boy, he suddenly had a small wish.

If he has money in the future, he will buy a lot of story books, fill a large bookcase, and read a story every night before going to bed, until he can no longer see the words.

At that time, someone should tell the story for him, right?

Qu Yu thought with some uncertainty.