Si Tian Guan Chapter 62

    Liu Chongming faintly felt that the scar in Qu Chenzhou's heart that he did not want to be opened was right in front of him.

    When he mentioned a relationship with Jiang Xingzhi before, Qu Chenzhou said that he had fled to the street, but the words were vague at that time, and he should have asked the truth at that time.

    "Steward Lin, how old was Shen Zhou at that time?"

    "Nine, less than ten."

    Liu Chongming's heart sank, it really was that time.

    I think it is Qu Chenzhou who thinks that he can already make money, as long as he returns home and can afford to support his family, his parents will no longer let themselves be slaves outside.

    And what he guessed before was not wrong. Although Qu Chenzhou ran to the street, he couldn't escape. He could only ask Jiang Xingzhi, whom he encountered by chance, in the panic, to give money to his parents for himself. Take the letter back.

    That's why Jiang Xingzhi went to Changshui Town.

    Liu Chongming's chest was so blocked, he didn't want to continue listening, and had to force himself to listen.

    "When winter was approaching that year..."

    Although it was far from the early winter season mentioned by Director Lin, Liu Chongming still felt extremely cold.

    He stood in the atrium, looking at the closed door of the east wing, and finally understood what Qu Chenzhou was repeating in his drowsiness - he had grown up and was looking forward to returning home.

    In order to find someone who can deliver letters to their parents, even knowing what the punishment awaiting them would be, the hopeful child still tried his best to escape and seized Jiang Xingzhi. A life-saving straw sent a letter of hope.

    The letter is a few words I just learned - I have grown up and I hope to go home.

    The bruised and bruised young man is lying in the woodshed, is he swaying between life and death depending on the expectation of returning home?

    What will happen in the end?

    He touched his wet eyes, and was quickly dried by the cool wind before the rain in his palms. Someone put on a cloak, and he sat in the atrium, not wanting to use this appearance see that person.

    Between the two of them, there should be one crazy and one sober.

    It was him who was crazy earlier, now it's his turn to be the backbone and stand up.

    Before the rain started, the servant brought the food box and stood with him outside the door of the east wing.

    "Sir." The person guarding the door stepped forward and spoke softly, as if afraid of shocking the people inside.

    "Has he eaten today?"

    "In and out."

    Liu Chongming's eyes stayed on the window next to it, the window lattice was nailed to death by a few wooden strips, but yesterday's newly sealed window paper was torn: "I have the strength to throw things, it seems that I am not too hungry, What about the medicine?"

    "According to your instructions, I didn't dare to give him a hard drink. Judging from the appearance of Doctor Qin, I probably didn't eat it."

    At the end is a messy quilt, piled on the ground, entangled with one person.

      .

    The servant tiptoed to avoid the mess, put the food box on the table, and backed out.

    The light narrowed in the gap where the two doors gradually closed, stabbing people like a needle, and the person who was crawling on the ground with the quilt suddenly jumped up, not seeing Liu Chongming, Stumbled towards the door.

    Liu Chongming embraced the person with the chest, with one hand on the back, the other in the knee socket, and he didn't care that there were two hands on his waist desperately scratching, just like this Leaning into his arms, he sat down at the table.

    I don't know where the pen and ink laid out in the morning were thrown. There was shredded paper all over the place, and there was a splash of ink on the wall that was smashed by the inkstone.

    When he sat down on the chair, he realized that there were water stains all over his body. He didn't know what had been spilled on the chair before, but he remained motionless and was struggling.

    There was no roaring and crying during this struggle, only the guttural sound when exerting force, which was eerily quiet.

    Like holding a mute.

    "It's not obedient," he reprimanded softly: "It's just a copy of the house rules, why are you so angry."

    Qu Chenzhou's eyes were sluggish, and he only stopped for a moment when he opened his mouth, and arched his back again and again, like a beast in a trap, desperately trying to get rid of the shackles.

    Liu Chongming frowned.

    It's a wild cat, he thought, can't you change it? I know scratching people, and the place where I scratched yesterday was just scarred.

    "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, be obedient," he squeezed his arm tightly, but patted his hand lightly: "Guess who I am, I'm Liu Chongming, look up, I am Chongming."

    This is the best way to comfort him - this little madman likes his name, as long as he reads Liu Chongming, the little madman will gradually calm down.

    He was willing to think so, so that he would not think that this person really lost the strength to struggle.

    He also happily thought that his name, like the ambiguous birthmark, was an inescapable weakness in Qu Chenzhou.

    Liu Chongming finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and today's incident is considered to have survived again.

    "Shen Zhou, eat something," he leaned down, recalled what Manager Lin said, and whispered, "Eat something before you can go home."

    Liu Chongming tried to relax his arms, made sure that the person had used up all the strength to struggle, and then moved back, made a space on the chair, changed his posture, and turned Qu Chenzhou around direction, with your back facing you, sandwiched between your legs.

    The wild cat has no claws and is rebellious, and obediently turns out its soft belly, but he is not half happy. Rather than seeing such weak obedience, he prefers to see full of energy.

    Liu Chongming sighed, scooping up the man from behind with one hand on his shoulder, and opening the food box with the other.

    Ashamed to say, after living together for so long, he has never paid attention to what Qu Chenzhou likes to eat. It seems that he does not choose anything except sweets.

    It was just a few days ago that he happened to catch up with the imperial meal in the palace. He tried to feed him two mouthfuls, but he did not expect that the unconscious Qu Chenzhou would actually eat two more mouthfuls.

    In the past, he would inevitably have to speculate about this person's identity again, but now he is disturbed by the current accident.

    "Come, try this," he scooped the custard, brought it to his mouth, and soothed softly: "I'm full, I'll take you home."

    He could only try slowly, not daring to stimulate the most tingling memory in the first place.

    After being sluggish and confused, Qu Chenzhou really had some reactions, but he shrugged his shoulders again, trying to break free from the confinement. A water stain.

    Liu Chongming pressed the man on his shoulder, and the foreheads of both of them were sweating.

    He held the person between his legs, wrapped his hands, put his head against his body, and contained the whole person in his arms. He could clearly feel that this person was really going crazy.

    Six years ago, I felt the same way.

    Jiang Xingzhi lived up to his trust and sent the letter to Changshui Town, and then according to Qu Shenzhou's hexagram, he went fifteen miles south, towards his unknown encounter.

    The children who were tormented in the woodshed repeatedly recited "the child has grown up", but they did not expect that Du Quan and the aggressive thugs were waiting.

    The Qu couple, who thought they had escaped the nightmare, received a terrifying letter a few years later. They were terrified and begged for someone to send the message back to Qisheng Building overnight, even at the expense of silver taels. Hear the news of the monster's son again.

    Steward Lin remembered the cruel words in the letter, and even remembered that Mr. Du's anger was almost killing Qu Chenzhou.

    Everyone in the three buildings under the shopkeeper's name was called and watched the beating.

    He couldn't hear his pleas, and his ears were full of the screams of the child falling into the ice and snow, under the vine whip, even if the person stopped moving, he would be frozen again Water splash.

    In the study, Liu Chongming didn't dare to look up, as if he didn't know that the nearly fifty-year-old manager Lin choked in front of him.

    "I heard someone tell the shopkeeper that he should be sent to Chunqing Building for a while to ensure that he will be taught and obeyed. After saying it a few times, the shopkeeper is also moved."

    "What a sin, if you go to that kind of place, how can Xiao Qu live. I somehow stuffed people with some money, so... let them greet the whip in the face, and then it broke. The shopkeeper's thoughts..."

    Liu Chongming's fingers caressed the deepest scar, where it was torn to the bone, and was scratched by the manager of the forest and covered with ash to stop the bleeding. it is good.

    Is it really hurt, only on the face?

    If only his face was injured, how could Qu Chenzhou, who escaped from death, suddenly lose his voice and deafness.

    It was a silent world where he had no escape and had to open up for himself. Only there would he not be able to say anything, and would not be feared and abandoned by others, You will not hear the words of slaughter from the blood of your relatives.

    "Don't let him go home, it's all up to the master's family to deal with, life and death."

    "Shen Zhou..." Liu Chongming called softly, his heart was numb, he didn't know what kind of comfort he needed, he just felt that the shattered figure in front of him seemed to overlap with himself a few years ago .

    He sat in his brother's mourning hall and almost cried blindly, they all advised him - the people of Sri Lanka have passed away, mourn and change.

    —There are parents on the top and younger brothers on the bottom, don't mourn blindly.

    —I have taken over the burden of my brother, so I should be sensible.

    What they said was right, but no one knew that the most difficult hurdle in his heart to overcome was himself.

    He hated the quarrel between himself and his brother before leaving, hated that he didn't even see him off because of his willfulness, hated that he had not gone with his brother, hated that he had not brought someone to greet his brother, hated that he was helpless against the murderer .

    Even if he knew that even if he was given another chance to come back, he couldn't do anything, but he still couldn't forgive himself.

    No one said a word to him...

    He suddenly tightened his arms, buried his head in the sweat-soaked hair, and whispered, "It's not your fault..."

    "It's not your fault." Liu Chongming murmured again, feeling that the choking in these words was someone else's.

    They all need to reconcile with their past selves, and they all need a spell to free themselves.

    It overlaps with the situation in the dream. They are intertwined in the darkness that avoids all eyes, and the heartbeat that is about to go out is under the skin that is scratched and blurred.

    Being together, we got the temperature and blood to keep beating.

    Liu Chongming relaxed the strength of his arms, scooped up the food, and said softly, "It's not your fault that you are born with divination."

    "They left you, not because you were bad, they were wrong, not your fault."

    "You don't deserve the hardships of more than ten years."

      Get behind.

    "Listen to me, it's not your fault this time," his voice was soft, as if he had sunk in Qu Chenzhou's body, and now what he said was the liberation he had been looking forward to: "Changshui Town...it's my fault."

    "You did it for me, it has nothing to do with you, it's my fault."

    "You shouldn't be responsible for those people's lives. If they want to settle accounts, they come to me. It has nothing to do with you."

    The man who had just reacted to the words "Changshui Town" fell softly again, trembling in his arms.

    "I'll find your family, don't worry, I have a lot of people, a lot of money, and I'll find them for you."

    The food that usually needs to be hard fed was finally half a bowl shallower, Qu Chenzhou pushed away the spoon in front of him, vomited, curled up, and pulled up his shirt to cover his face.

    Liu Chongming's heart that had been hanging high gradually fell.

    The government doctor said that it is good to have a different reaction from the past, and people can slowly wake up.

    "Look, when I grow up, I will leave home, and so will you." He picked him up and kicked the ground in a mess: "When you grow up, you should also have a new home."

    This time there were no more fangs and claws to bite and scratch.

    "Let's go home."

Chapter end