The next day, Shen Jian came again, still put money on his window sill, and ran away like a guilty mouse after putting the money.

The next day, Fan Yuan caught him outside the window.

Shen Jian was holding a box of leftover chocolates that he stole from unknown where, and was blocked by Fan Yuan in a corner, trying to escape, but was dragged back by the collar by Fan Yuan, who was half taller than him.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, he cowardly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan stared at him in silence for a while, then asked, "Chocolate today?"

Shen Xian didn't answer, but handed the chocolate in his arms to Fan Yuan with trembling hands, during this time, he never raised his head, as if he was afraid of meeting Fan Yuan's gaze.

With a calm face, Fan Yuan took the chocolate and said in a low voice, "Don't give it away in the future."

Shen Jian was stunned for a moment, raised his little face full of scars in a panic, and asked tentatively: "Don't you like this?"

His voice was childish, but it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, with a slight hoarseness, so pitiful that his apex ached.

"No. I like it." Fan Yuan peeled a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth, then peeled another one and handed it to his lips, then lowered his voice, and said, "It's from Jiuxin, try it .”

Shen Lian tightly clutched his sleeves, shook his head, and did not speak.

Fan Yuan was stunned, withdrew his hand, and said helplessly, "I mean, don't send me any more money in the future. And..." After a pause, he pursed his lips and said, "I don't lack this..."

"Don't you like it?" Shen Jian took out a few one-yuan coins from his pocket, held them preciously in his hands, tiptoed and handed them to Fan Yuan, with big jewel-like eyes open, he flattered him: "They all love this. Everybody loves this."

"..." Fan Yuan was speechless for a long time, because he couldn't believe that this sentence came from a 12-year-old child.

In order not to let the look of disappointment appear in those star eyes, Fan Yuan took the coin in his hand, smiled slightly, and said tactfully: "The thing I like is earned with my own hands, not stolen."

Xiao Shen seemed to understand, but tilted his head to express his doubts.

Fan Yuan sighed helplessly, walked forward, waved to him, and called, "Come with me..."

Fan Yuan took him to his door.

He took off his shoes and went in, Shen Jian was stunned at the door, clutching his sleeves tightly, as if he didn't dare to go in.

Fan Yuan turned around, saw his emotions, stretched out his palm towards him, and said softly: "It's all right. Come in, brother is not a bad person."

Fan Yuan froze for a moment when he said this, and smiled wryly in his heart, he is indeed not a bad person, the little thing in front of him will be bad to the bone when he grows up.

As soon as he thought of this, the twelve people who died tragically appeared in his mind. Their necks were deformed by steel wires, and they hung bloody at Shen Xian's funeral, becoming his funeral sacrifices.

At this time, Shen Lian stretched out his small hand, and handed it to Fan Yuan carefully, just when he touched Fan Yuan's fingertips, that warm hand suddenly retracted as if it had been electrocuted.

Fan Yuan's eyes are filled with fear, he may not even know it.

Shen Xian was the best at observing people's faces, seeing Fan Yuan's fearful expression, he seemed to understand something, lowered his disappointed eyes, and wanted to leave with his head down.

"Wait." Fan Yuan shouted.

Shen Xian turned his head when he heard the sound.

Fan Yuan came over and took his hand and led him into the house under Shen Yan's slightly surprised gaze.

Shen Xie's small hand was held in Fan Yuan's, like a ball of cotton, soft and very cold, when he first held it, Fan Yuan thought it was a piece of ice.

He took him into the living room, took out the medicine box from the cabinet, took out a pack of cotton swabs, and carefully wiped his wound with iodine.

Fan Yuan has personally experienced the pain of the iodine stimulating the wound, just like being scalded.When I was a child, every time I rubbed iodine, I would cry like ghosts and wolves in pain.

But Shen Xian was different, no matter how he pressed his wound, there was no emotion on his small face, he just stared at him motionlessly with his big eyes open.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Shen Xian shook his head.

Fan Yuan's eyebrows suddenly softened a little, he put down the iodine, took out a spare band-aid from the medicine box, and carefully pasted it on his face, "Brother doesn't need your money. Don't take it anymore do you know?"

Shen Jian blinked, and responded obediently with a nasal voice: "Mmm..."

Fan Yuan put the medicine back into the medicine box, rubbed his head, and smiled: "That's good."

This is just a subconscious action of his, because he often rubs Fan Xiaoxiao's head like this.

But I didn't expect that this action was like triggering a certain magical switch on Shen Xian's body, making his face instantly flush from neck to ear, and a pair of beautiful big eyes flushed.

Before Fan Yuan could even react, the young boy sitting on the sofa jumped off, stretched his body, and ran around the room like a headless fly, unable to find the door.

After knocking and knocking for a while, he finally walked to the door, lowered his head and fled like a gust of wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"..." Fan Yuan was a little speechless, this kid's character is really weird and unpredictable.

A few days later, the summer vacation came to an end, and the little wolf cub obediently didn't put anything on the window sill. For some reason, I haven't seen him in the past few days.

Fan Yuan packed his schoolbag and prepared to return to campus life.

I really miss it.

His schoolbag is bulging, half of which are books and half of medicine, which can prevent him from having a heart attack at certain times.

There is no way, he has a heart failure since he was a child, so he can only relieve it with medicine.

The next day, after Lu Qi sent Fan Xiaoxiao away, Fan Yuan also went out with his schoolbag on his back.

When passing by the alley, the little wolf cub who hadn't seen him for a few days suddenly appeared in the alley, still in the same huddled position, staring at the floor in a daze.

Fan Yuan observed him for a while, and found that the injury on his face had healed up a lot, and it seemed that he hadn't been beaten recently.

Fan Yuan passed by with his schoolbag on his back, Shen Jian suddenly looked up when he heard his footsteps, his dark eyes followed the direction he was walking.

Fan Yuan was taken aback, stopped in his tracks, stepped back, and stopped in front of him with his schoolbag on his back, asking, "Have you eaten yet?"

Shen shook his head.

Fan Yuan folded half of a fried dough stick in his hand and handed it to him: "Here you are."

Shen Xian was not afraid of him anymore, he stretched out his small hand to take it, and held it in his arms like a baby, caring for it like holding a doll.

Fan Yuan was helpless, took a bite of fried dough sticks in front of his eyes, chewed, swallowed, and said, "This is for eating."

Shen's mouth didn't move, he was tightly protecting the half fried dough stick in his arms, staring straight at him, as if he was afraid that he would snatch the fried dough stick back again.

"Alas..." Fan Yuan sighed, rubbed his head, stood up, waved his hands and said, "It's not safe outside, go home early. I'm leaving first."

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