He's super cute

Yu Xiaoque couldn't dodge the oncoming slap, and was knocked to the ground by that force.

He was lying on the ground, propping the ground with his left hand, the rough pebbles were embedded in his skin, and the white and tender skin was scratched with small wounds.

He curled up on his toes in pain, and didn't care about it, he just stared at the man talking and laughing at Yanyan on the big screen without blinking.

"The two went in and out together, they looked very loving..."

Yu Xiaoque struggled and crawled a few steps forward, her eyes widened, as if in disbelief, trying to read the news clearly.

Through the hazy mist, he vaguely saw the softness in the man's eyes and Cheng Yu's happy and sweet smile.

He rolled his eyes slowly, and scratched the air with his small hands.

In a trance, I saw the man bent slightly, smiled warmly, and stretched out white hands to him. The brooch on his suit reflected the car light, making him seem like a god descended from the sky.

He said, I will take you home.

Perhaps after suffering too much, Yu Xiaoque was so easily bewitched by a man's smile, and handed over her dirty black paws.

I also lost my body and mind.

"I heard that Mr. Jiang has been waiting for Mr. Cheng for many years. I have carefully counted the people who have appeared around Mr. Jiang over the years. I found that they all have the shadow of the same person. Do you understand what I mean?" The reporter interviewed Jiang Yan with a smile.

"I'll take care of it." Jiang Yan frowned and looked tenderly at Cheng Yu sideways. He nodded, "Now the person I'm waiting for is back."

"I don't want to make him sad."

The implication is that those substitutes are no longer needed.

Cheng Yu lowered his head shyly, the moles at the corners of his eyes were slightly red, he held Jiang Yan's hand tightly.

Yu Xiaoque unconsciously touched the tear mole at the same position as Cheng Yu's at the corner of her eye, rubbing it again and again, her hands became stronger and stronger, as if she was about to rub off that piece of flesh.

It turned out that it was so.

When the man hugged him and gently pecked and kissed his tear mole, he saw another person in his eyes.

When he is deeply in love, he calls out Ayu, but it is never him.

how ridiculous...

Yu Xiaoque felt nauseous and retched on the ground.

Disgusting, so disgusting.

All his secret little delights were nothing but shameless self-indulgence.

Yu Xiaoque bit her lip and suddenly laughed.

It was just his wishful thinking from beginning to end.

He laughed so hard that he coughed, grabbed the tattered clothes on his chest, a few drops of warm and wet liquid fell on the ground, he was gasping for breath, his lower abdomen was cramped, as if he had been violently disturbed by a sharp sword.

This three-year dream finally woke up.

"Don't pretend to be crazy for me." Qi Zheng threw him into the pile of broken bowls and broken porcelain by his hair, "Pick them all up for me."

Yu Xiaoque was lying on the debris, the sharp tiles pierced into his flesh, obviously shivering in pain, and the tattered clothes were gradually stained dark red.

He looked at the little ants crawling past in front of him, blinked his big eyes blankly, and did not respond.

"You're looking for death!" Qi Zheng watched him lying on the ground in a daze, thinking that the little beggar was deliberately against him.

As soon as he got angry, he raised his foot and kicked it regardless of whether it was on the street.

Yu Xiaoque groaned from being kicked, and the tiles were inserted into his flesh and blood almost whole. He actually felt a little gratified, as if his body hurt and his heart felt better.

Everything in front of him shook, at first there were some outlines, and then gradually turned into large groups of black shadows, which slowly merged into black barriers full of eyes, and attacked him.

A group of men in black suits suddenly surrounded Qizheng tightly. Before he could raise his foot down, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, and he was kicked out fiercely.

"Go away!" Jiang Yan kicked Qi Zheng away, and the strong man of nearly two hundred catties almost flew out.

Yu Xiaoque was enveloped by the familiar breath, and opened her eyes a little.

The man was short of breath, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were slightly black and blue, his hands were trembling, and he dared not even touch him.

As if afraid of hurting him.

Yu Xiaoque couldn't help but licked her lips and smiled.

I think it's kind of funny.

Doesn't he like to push him to kneel in the pile of porcelain?

"Little sparrow..." Jiang Yan carefully picked up the little man who had fallen into the debris with trembling hands, his voice was suppressed as much as possible, but it was not hard to hear the trill, "Does it hurt?"

Yu Xiaoque tilted her head and glanced at him, her expression was indifferent, as if looking at a stranger.

Jiang Yan's heart ached, and he felt inexplicable powerlessness and sadness, and suddenly felt as if something was lost forever.

Just in that moment.

It quickly dissipated again.

He thought that Yu Xiaoque would hide tremblingly in his arms and sob softly, or hold his index finger and rub against him aggrievedly.

But he didn't.

Yu Xiaoque just shook her head slightly and closed her eyes.

The man's forehead hair hangs over his eyebrows, and his black eyes are gloomy. He hugged the person in his arms and stroked his disheveled hair.

"Take them all back."

#"Why?"

The pair of deep black eyes stared at him, and their eyes turned cold a little bit.

The blood on the boy's wrist dripped down on the aging wooden floor, spattering out small bloody flowers one by one.

But he didn't seem to feel it, his hands were hanging down as if he had no emotion, he seemed calm and calm.

"As long as you say..." He stretched out his hand as if to grab someone, his face became paler due to blood loss, but he looked at the person stubbornly, "I will believe it."

Shards of glass splattered all over the floor, and the photo frames were so shattered that they couldn't be seen.

The old man with a kind smile held the two children in his arms, and the shorter one stood on tiptoe presuming to be concealed, and his stupid hair almost poked into the tall boy's eyes.

The boy just smiled helplessly and indulgently.

That smile shattered like a spider's web, and could never be put together again.

Yu Xiaoque was covered in sweat. When he woke up from the dream, his heart trembled violently, and a pain surged from the bottom of his heart. He touched his face, wiped away the water stains on his fingertips, stared blankly at the chandelier above his head, and slowly Curled up.

The night was getting darker, and at some point it started to rain, and mist gradually accumulated on the glass windows.

"His hand is barely saved." A very soft voice sounded from outside the ward, "It's been delayed for too long... I'm afraid I won't be able to do any delicate work again."

Yu Xiaoque poked her bandaged right hand.

"You mean..." The man paused and took a deep breath, "His hand is useless."

"You can say that." Qi Caichuan sighed, not knowing how to continue.

He always thought that Yu Xiaoque's suffering had come to an end, and that it should be the end of suffering.

But fate doesn't seem to favor Yiqiao very much for this well-behaved child, and his suffering seems to be endless.

But he is clearly such a kind and sensible person, but he just likes the wrong person, so he has to pay such a high price?

"His right hand is definitely going to suffer from sequelae. Not to mention that it hurts even when he moves, but on rainy days, it's like itching into the bones."

The light rain outside the window was pattering, making people upset.

Jiang Yan pinched his forehead and said softly, "Is there no other way?"

"It's not completely a dead end." Qi Caichuan took off his glasses and gave him a deep look, "Jiang's hospital ranks among the top in the world, especially in reconstruction, which is almost at the leading level. "

Yu Xiaoque leaned against the head of the bed, watching the raindrops fall on the window, and then quickly fall again.

Jiang Yan was silent for a while, rubbed his wrist, opened the window and let out a breath, "It's not that I can't afford him."

"It's just a waste of a hand, it's not worth such a toss."

His voice was mellow, and even his laughter was a little careless, "It just happened to teach him a long lesson."

"If I remember correctly, he is a painter?" Qi Caichuan walked to the window and stood beside him, "For him, it is tantamount to killing him."

"This will make him remember deeply." Jiang Yan snorted lightly from his nose, and said indifferently, "You will end up disobedient."

"Besides, doesn't he have one hand left?"

"Jiang Yan." Qi Caichuan turned around and stared at him steadfastly, "You tried your best to pick a delicately blooming flower from a high place, so he could only cling to you tightly."

"But what about you?"

"You pulled out his thorns abruptly, and let him stand alone at your feet, no longer unattainable, so you started to trample him, you couldn't see his tears, and when he hid for a while, you just felt Seeing him as untamed."

"After a long time, you also forget how to cherish him."

"You might as well let him go. You can't love if you love, and you can't be ruthless if you hate. He's not the only one who's been tormented."

The fine rain slanted slightly, falling in from the window, and getting wet on the body.

Jiang Yan looked at the grotesque neon lights in the distance, mixed with various landscape lights, dyeing the dark night sky into a foggy light gray.

"Let him go?" He seemed to be asking himself, after a while, he smiled slightly, "You said it was easy."

The boundary between love and hate has long been blurred.

Others can only see the little rose weeping with trembling petals, but don't those who hold on to the rose feel better?

"Give me some more time." Jiang Yan pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, "We still have time."

Jiang Yan is still young, too proud, conceited and smart, always thinking that everything is under control.

That's when he stood outside the ward, his little Rose bruised, he told himself again.

There is ample time.

So he avoided Yu Xiaoque's silent calls for help again and again, time and time again.

Later he found out that he and Little Rose would never see each other again.

The pain of being overwhelmed by water is nothing more than that.

Jiang Yan pushed open the door of the ward, and the little canary was slumped on the bed, seemingly sleeping soundly.

He stood by the bed and watched for a while, then bent down, trying to take out the strands of hair that Yu Xiaoque had eaten into his mouth.

But when she lowered her head, she could clearly see the bright red at the end of her eyes, and the tears that hadn't been wiped off in time.

Jiang Yan paused, then reached out to wipe away the teardrop.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the glass windows directly, whimpering, and going straight to people's hearts.

Jiang Yan tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and carefully put his right hand under the quilt.

"You let me go."

Yu Xiaoque opened her eyes at some point and stared at him.