Thousands of years old silly white sweet

"Dongdong, what's the matter? Why are you sitting here?" Aunt Wang had seen Dong Changqing sitting at the door like a pitiful little boy, and felt that he was in a bad mood, so she specially brought him an apple and peeled it carefully. , cut into small pieces, put them in a glass bowl, and brought them to Dong Changqing, "How about some apples?"

Dong Changqing was worrying about his future, but when he saw the apple, he still took it. He stuffed it into his mouth and asked Aunt Wang, "Are all beggars so miserable?"

Aunt Wang shook her head, and said something that shocked Dong Changqing very plainly, "It's much worse than on TV. Some beggars can only beg along the street because they don't have the ability to live. How about it? When you meet well-meaning people, you can still have enough to eat, but some are coerced to become beggars, for example, children a few years old are abducted and sold by human traffickers, and they go to far away places to break their arms or legs to win the kindness of others. , In order to make these children look more pitiful, those bad guys don't give them food."

Ordinary people can only live for a hundred years at most, and the broken limbs will not grow back. Dong Changqing can feel the helplessness and pity by just substituting herself casually.

"Human, it's too bad." In such a comparison, Erlang Shen looked amiable.

"Not all of them are bad people." Aunt Wang paved the way for a long time, but she found a chance to verify what she said, "Mr. Xiu is a good person, think about it, you and him are not related, but how much he treats you Well, not only let you live in such a nice big house, but also buy you so many new clothes."

Everyone has selfish intentions, and so does Aunt Wang. She persuaded Dong Changqing for her own sake. After all, such a job with easy salary and good salary cannot be found anywhere else.

Dong Changqing felt that what Aunt Wang said made sense, and Mr. Xiu treated him very well.

Then the question arises, why does President Xiu treat him so well.

Dong Evergreen didn't know.

Perhaps, simply because Xiujue is a good person.

"Then what should I do? Let President Xiu treat me well." Compared with the illusory love entrusted to Ji Xinglin, Dong Changqing pays more attention to whether he can eat enough. He doesn't have many days left to live, absolutely not Be a beggar, suffer hardships.

"It's not easy." Looking at his immature and ignorant face, Aunt Wang couldn't help laughing, "Be good from now on, listen to Mr. Xiu, and Mr. Xiu will treat you well."

Is that so...

Dong Changqing pursed her mouth, looking aggrieved, "But I don't like listening to him."

A long, long time ago, he didn't like living under the control of heaven's rules.

Seeing his appearance, Aunt Wang couldn't help frowning, "Dongdong, you can't think so. No one will give for free. Since you accepted Mr. Xiu's contribution, you must find a way to repay him."

Afraid that Dong Changqing would not understand what she said, Aunt Wang added, "Otherwise, do you like to be a beggar?"

Of course Dong Changqing didn't like it.

He sighed a long time, and said in a slightly deep voice, "Whether you are a god or a human, you must live like this."

……

It was already 06:30 after dinner, and Dong Changqing sat on the sofa and yawned.

He wants to sleep.

But when he thought that when he fell asleep, he would be the only one left in this house, Dong Changqing felt a little conflicted.

"Dongdong, why don't you go to bed?" It's cloudy outside, and it looks like it's going to rain later. Summer rain always comes quickly and violently. Aunt Wang is afraid that it will take a while. She can't do anything today Going home, unable to see her lovely little grandson.

Dong Changqing glanced at Aunt Wang who was beaming with joy, and asked unconscionably, "Can you not leave?"

Aunt Wang can naturally see that Dong Changqing is afraid, but no matter how much she likes Dong Changqing, she can't compare to the little grandson she brought up with one hand. If it wasn't for her grandson to go to a good school in the future, she would not come out to give him a gift. People work as babysitters and earn the money to buy the school district building.

Aunt Wang thought about it, and said with a smile, "Okay, don't go, Dongdong, go to sleep, I can't open my sleepy eyes."

Aunt Wang's generation of old people don't know any educational philosophy, and it's perfectly normal to tell a little lie to trick children.

But Dong Changqing was convinced of this, he grinned and said cheerfully, "Then I'll take a bath!"

"Go, go, Aunt Wang will make the bed for you."

Dong Changqing loves cleanliness and is already familiar with bathing. He walked out of the bathroom in less than 10 minutes. He doesn't like hair dryers. Aunt Wang prepared several dry towels for him.

After drying her hair, Dong Changqing lay comfortably on the bed, just closed her eyes, and fell asleep within 2 minutes.

Aunt Wang tucked in the quilt for him, thinking to herself, it really is a child, there is nothing to worry about, he can fall asleep when he touches the pillow, and sleep until dawn.

The son was already waiting outside the villa. Aunt Wang placed the water glass on Dong Changqing's bedside, closed the door gently, and left the villa.

Not long after she left, it began to rain patter outside.

Standing in front of the French window of the apartment, Xiujue watched the dazzling lightning in the dark night and listened to the deafening thunder. For some reason, an inexplicable worry lingered in his heart.

He suddenly remembered that the night when he brought Dong Changqing back to the villa, Dong Changqing looked at him helplessly and dependently.

Dong Changqing was afraid of being alone.

Damn, why is it raining tonight.

Will he cry.

Thinking of Dong Changqing herself, huddled in the quilt alone, crying lonely, Xiujue almost wanted to slap herself.

He clearly knows, he clearly knows that Dong Changqing is sick, so why bother with him.

Why can't he remember that Dong Changqing is mentally ill?

Forget it.

Xiujue picked up his coat and went downstairs resignedly.

On a rainy day, there were few cars on the road. A white Lamborghini was driving in the rain at first glance. It took only 15 minutes for the half-hour journey.

He walked into the villa. There was only one wall lamp on in the living room, and the dim light illuminated the corridor. It was quiet and there was no sound.

Xiujue walked to the door of Dong Changqing's room, breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed open the half-closed door.

he is not here.

"Winter evergreen?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

There was a scream from the bathroom, followed by hurried footsteps, "Xiu...Xiu Zong!"

White arms wrapped around his waist, and his soft body exuding a refreshing fragrance crashed into his chest.

Xiujue was stunned, he stood there stiffly, the rain on his shoulders was still cool.

After a while, Xiujue came back to his senses, he took a step back subconsciously, and the person in his arms followed him as if he was stuck to him.

"Xiu, Mr. Xiu, I know I was wrong, please don't leave me alone, okay..." Dong Changqing said softly, and her white and tender hands tightly grabbed Xiujue's shirt.

He is not afraid of thunder, nor is he afraid of lightning, but after being awakened by the thunder, he finds that he is alone in the whole villa, and it is dark everywhere, which makes him have some bad memories. He always feels that from then on, he will be To stay alone in this darkness until death comes.

In contrast, admitting to Xiujue is not as difficult as he imagined.

Xiujue lowered his head, seeing tears in the corners of his eyes, slightly pursed red lips, looking very sad, his heart was so soft that he subconsciously reached out and hugged him in his arms.

This feeling is very comfortable, as if the whole person is filled.

"Okay... I won't abandon you in the future."

Dong Changqing doesn't believe him.

Not long ago, he believed Aunt Wang, but Aunt Wang lied to him and left him here.

Dong Changqing didn't speak, just pressed against Xiujue without a gap, and when Xiujue moved, he would move.

This situation lasted until Xiujue turned on the light in the room, Dong Changqing pulled some distance away from him, but grabbed his shirt with his hand.

Xiujue couldn't help laughing, "What are you doing? Don't sleep anymore?"

Although it feels good to be needed by him, it can't always be like this.

"Let's sleep together." Dong Changqing was afraid that he would leave if he fell asleep, so he was unwilling to let go.

Xiujue has never slept in the same bed with anyone else. He has been sleeping in a crib by himself since he was born, and he was alone in the same room when he was one year old. Even during the best time with Ji Xinglin, he never slept together. And Mian, therefore, faced with Dong Changqing's proposal, he hesitated.

In Dong Changqing's view, his hesitation is an upcoming deception.

Of course, people are liars.

When Dong Changqing thought of Aunt Wang, she felt even more aggrieved, and her tears fell one by one, like beads with broken threads.

Xiujue couldn't see him shedding tears, "Okay, okay, I'll sleep with you, you let go first, I won't run away."

Mr. Xiu treats him well, he has to be obedient.

Dong Changqing let go of her hands with a look of anger, and stared straight at Xiujue.

Anyone who is looked at by him will feel guilty.

Xiujue looked away uncomfortably, and looked at the fairly spacious bed, because it was summer, and the air conditioner was always on, so it was not very good. Aunt Wang brought Dong Changqing a summer quilt, single, " I'll go upstairs to change into pajamas, get a quilt, and soon..."

Xiujue wanted to say that he would come down soon, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again.

He turned and walked out, and Dong Changqing followed closely behind him like a little follower.

Xiujue enjoyed his nostalgia very much, and unconsciously, a deep smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Dong Changqing followed and stopped at the stairs.

Xiujue went up a few flights of stairs, and the footsteps behind him disappeared. He looked back and saw Dong Changqing standing on the floor in an orderly manner, looking at him eagerly.

This is, a bit like a puppy who can't go up stairs and wants to follow its owner.

Thinking of what she said in the morning, Xiujue regretted losing her temper with him.

He had to admit that he still liked the lively kid more than the quiet Dong Changqing, "Why don't you come up?"

Dong Changqing lowered her head and muttered timidly, "You won't let me..."

Xiujue smiled, with a fatherly gentleness in his eyes, "Did I not let me go? I don't remember."

Dong Changqing raised her head abruptly, and looked at Xiujue in disbelief.

His behavior made Xiujue feel even more guilty.

It's also interesting, he used emotions that he hadn't experienced in half his life on Dong Changqing's body in just a few days.

However, Dong Changqing's next words made Xiujue's urge to beat someone up again.

"Mr. Xiu, your memory is so bad, is it possible that you are suffering from dementia? Today, Aunt Wang said that her memory is getting worse and worse, she is prone to dementia, and dementia is not curable...why are you looking at me like that... You are very strange."

The author has something to say: Mr. Xiuxiu: I have a saying that my mother sells criticism, and I never mention it. One day I said two or three sentences on a whim, and I was proud of myself with a small leather whip in my hand. la la i fell...mud

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