inspire-indiana Chapter 15 Don't cry
Chapter 15 Don't cry
"Didn't you say you liked me? Then you chase after me."
On Monday, Chu Tingdong asked for leave to go to the hospital for reexamination.
When he got home at night, he heard a quarrel and a fight downstairs. He frowned and pinched the mask on his nose tightly. When he got to the third floor, he found many people blocked in the corridor.
Neighbors in the neighborhood, men and women, some shirtless smoking, and some just picked up their children after get off work.
They couldn't walk, and they just joined in the fun by pointing and pointing.
"Hey, Old Zhong's house has only been closed for a few days, and he beat his son again?"
"How did you fight?"
"Who knows, there was such a commotion when we came here, maybe his son is fighting with someone outside again."
Chu Tingdong was blocked on the outside, but he was tall, and he could still see the open security door of Zhong Xun's house when he looked past the crowded crowd.
"What's wrong with me touching something with you?!" Zhong Zhonglin blushed, grabbed a belt with his generous palm and pulled it towards Zhong Xun, cursing rudely, "Don't talk about dropping a broken camera, you're fucking mediot from!"
The gauze on Zhong Xun's arm last night was abruptly removed, and his fair skin was suddenly red, swollen and bruised.
He bit his lips tightly, and only let out a muffled grunt. He raised his hand and tightly grasped Zhong Zhonglin's wrist. Zhong Zhonglin kicked him in the lower abdomen again, and he slammed into the shoe cabinet at the door.
"How did I raise such a white-eyed wolf like you?!" Zhong Zhonglin spat, and the belt fell down fiercely, loudly.
Zhong Xun was kicked down and instantly lost the chance to fight back.
Zhong Zhonglin is tall and strong. He has been working on construction sites all year round, and his muscles are stretched. No matter how much Zhong Xun resists, he is only a thin boy. He is at most 178, which is not enough for Zhong Zhonglin.
"It's not easy for me to talk about Lao Zhong," the uncle next to him with a cigarette dangling in his mouth, "The wife before was a prostitute, and she ran away with someone when she was a bitch, and she slapped him again for divorce. Which man can bear it?"
"Yeah, the little one is not obedient, running around and fighting like a mad dog, not as good as my son, hey, at least my son is not the bottom of the grade."
"Did you hear that?" Someone took the opportunity to educate the child, "stay away from that brother, if you don't study well, you will go to jail in the future."
After talking about it for so many years, I still talk about it with great interest, and the uncle even booed and yelled hello with a rough voice.
Hold.
What the hell is this place?
Who are they?
Chu Tingdong's face was as cold as a layer of frost, he frowned, endured the smell of sweat around him, raised his hand to push away the crowd, and wanted to walk over.
As soon as he moved, the school uniform was suddenly grabbed by someone, behind him came a familiar gentle voice, "Ono."
Wu Yulan didn't know when she came back, and she didn't know how long she had been watching. She held Chu Tingdong's wrist tightly and shook her head worriedly at him.
The more people booed and watched, the harder Zhong Zhonglin pumped. His face was sullen and his eyes were fierce, and his whole face was a little distorted.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
"So what if your mother bought it? She's a bitch!" Zhong Zhonglin's eyes turned red from beating him, and he suddenly grabbed Zhong Xun's hair, raised his hand and slapped him twice, "Don't take it from now on!" When dirty things enter the door, I will throw them every time I see them!"
Zhong Xun was slapped over his head, and his cheeks were instantly bloodshot and swollen as high as a finger, but even so, the corners of his eyes and brows were still compellingly beautiful.
Those eyes hide the physiological watery light, passing thinly, like the delicate and cold blades of ice skates.
Zhong Zhonglin suffocated, and the veins in his neck couldn't help but bulge.
Chu Tingdong's eyes were cold, he pushed Wu Yulan's hand away from him, and said to the person blocking the way, "Let's go."
Zhong Xun's chest heaved violently, and his throat was sweet. He heard that cold voice in the chaos, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his distracted eyes became focused.
The moment he met Chu Tingdong's eyes, he suddenly began to struggle desperately, holding back all his strength and suddenly pushing Zhong Zhonglin away.
Then without waiting for anyone to react, he got up shaking and ran out of the corridor.
"Come on," the onlookers lost their energy and gradually dispersed, "It's all over, let's go home for dinner."
The Zhong family was extremely silent at night.
Zhong Zhonglin didn't say a word, he sat in the living room and smoked one cigarette after another with a sullen face.
Chu Tingdong walked to the door of Zhong Xun's bedroom, looking down at the mess, he leaned over to pick up the quilt, clothes, and a SLR that fell on the floor, and put them on Zhong Xun's bed.
"Uh..." Wu Yulan followed behind him, hesitating to speak.
"Has he ever hit you?" Chu Tingdong's tone was still cold, but he asked very straightforwardly.
Wu Yulan was taken aback.
"No, really," she shook her head hastily, pulled the hair around her ears, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Xun is not very obedient and is often beaten, but he doesn't fight me."
As she said that, her heart felt sore, she and Chu Tingdong hadn't met much, and this child had a very cold personality, so it was rare to hear such concern.
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It took Zhong Xun three days to come home. He stayed in the bedroom, lying on the bed to change the broken SLR lens.
Suddenly, I heard Zhong Zhonglin talking to Wu Yulan.
"Anyway, I don't count on that little bastard anymore. He scored zero in the Zhou test, and he was still unconvinced by slapping him. He insisted on slapping me and accusing me of touching his things," Zhong Zhonglin said in a rough voice, "that is, we don't have ourselves. What kind of child is born, what kind of person is born, that bitch... do it, don't talk about it, and I didn't scold her."
"We still have to listen to winter, this is the most important thing, you just stay well, don't think so much."
Midsummer was so hot that he couldn't take a nap at all, and his mat was taken away by Zhong Zhonglin to show his hospitality. When there was no movement in the living room, Zhong Xun got up and went to the kitchen, looking for an ice cream.
As soon as he walked to the door, he smelled a strange smell.
"Damn, it's so disgusting." Zhong Xun leaned over and took a look at it. The pot of black and bitter medicine was sour and smelly when he smelled it carefully.
The medicine was almost finished, but Wu Yulan was still asleep on the sofa. She had recently suffered from frozen shoulders, her arms were so painful that she couldn't lift her arms, she had a cold, and she was easily sleepy. She probably forgot to take off the casserole.
Zhong Xun didn't care.
He doesn't really like Chu Tingdong, what does Chu Tingdong's life and death have to do with him.
He didn't want to vent his anger, but he might really be worthy of being Zhong Zhonglin's son, and now he can't wait for Chu Tingdong to die.
It seems that some people are born to stand at the top of the pyramid, because of them, everyone suddenly has the distinction between the upper class and the lower class.
At least in Zhong Zhonglin's eyes.
If Chu Tingdong is an unattainable handful of snow on top of a mountain, then he is not as good as a puddle of mud.
When he chased Chu Tingdong before, it was like leprosy wanting to eat swan meat, covered in foul-smelling sores, and trying to defile others.
Zhong Xun lowered his eyes, and his long black eyelashes covered his gorgeous and indifferent eyes. He opened the refrigerator door, but saw the fried shrimp on a white porcelain plate at a glance.
It should have been made by Wu Yulan last night, and it was carefully wrapped in plastic wrap.
This is his favorite dish since he was a child, of course Zhong Zhonglin doesn't know, when he was eating at home, he was not allowed to be picky about food, and Wu Yulan seldom cooks it for him.
I don't know if it was to comfort him when he was beaten a few days ago, and he actually made a big plate.
If only the two of them were at home, Wu Yulan would sometimes cook something delicious for him without telling Zhong Zhonglin, and put it on the third shelf of the refrigerator, which was considered a secret between them.
But how does Wu Yulan know when he will go home?
Zhong Xun felt pain all over his body, and with a pale face, he carefully took a fried shrimp and put it in his mouth.
It's not crispy anymore.
There are not many people who treat him well, and Wu Yulan has never treated him badly... Zhong Xun frowned coldly, and lowered his head to help bring the pot of medicine.
He didn't expect that his hands would be so hot, and they were extremely heavy. The wound on his hand from Zhong Zhonglin's belt hadn't healed yet, and it was bruised and oozing with blood.
Suddenly losing strength, the casserole fell to the ground along the countertop with a loud bang and fell into pieces.
"Fuck." Zhong Xun was stunned for a second, then quickly squatted down to clean up.
"It's okay, it's okay, Auntie is here to clean up." Wu Yulan was awakened, hurried to the kitchen, paused for a moment, and let him out wearily.
Zhong Xun didn't move.
"Auntie knows that you don't like brother," Wu Yulan pulled him back and said softly, "But he won't stay at home for long, and he's not in good health. Please let him go a little bit. Auntie begs you..."
It has been a while since Chu Tingdong moved here, and Wu Yulan has never seen Zhong Xun take the initiative to talk to him, and they are neither cold nor cold.
When Zhong Zhonglin made a fuss again, Wu Yulan's heart was raised in her throat, and she never let it go.
Zhong Xun's lips parted, wanting to say that he didn't do it on purpose.
And after the rigid body test at the beginning of school, he went to see the long-distance running results, Chu Tingdong ran faster than him, how the hell does this look like he is in poor health.
"Go back to your room!" Before he could speak, Zhong Zhonglin heard the movement, rushed out and kicked him without saying a word. A few days ago, Zhong Xun dared to run in front of him, and his anger still persisted, " Your aunt is working so hard, and you still make trouble, can you understand something?!"
Zhong Xun's calf hurt from being kicked, and he felt the smell of blood in his throat, almost choking him to death.
He pushed Zhong Zhonglin hard, turned around and ran out of the house.
"It's outrageous!" Zhong Zhonglin almost staggered and couldn't stand still, and cursed in a rough voice, "I can't control you, you little bastard?!"
Chu Tingdong heard the commotion outside and kept silent until Zhong Xun ran away, then he went out of the room and found that no one was looking for Zhong Xun, so he put on his shoes and went out.
"Your feet aren't healed yet," Wu Yulan said anxiously, reaching out her hand to hold him, "How can you walk around like this?"
Chu Tingdong's face was pale, and he looked at her right and wrong, and said calmly: "I can, just go out for a while."
In fact, Wu Yulan tried a lot of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine on him, but it didn't make any sense.
Chu Tingdong was willing to drink it simply to let her not worry too much. The pain caused on the mental level cannot be solved by taking medicine.
He took a can of iced Coke and went downstairs to look for Zhong Xun.
It was found that he was hiding in the corridor of the building next to him, squatting facing the corner with his head buried in his knees.
The white T-shirt was rubbed up and rolled up, revealing a white waistline, and the ankles were also thin and white, which was very young and thin.
Even white to a bit fragile texture.
"Get up." Chu Tingdong lightly kicked his heels with a cold voice.
"Get out!" Zhong Xun yelled hoarsely, he didn't want to see Chu Tingdong at all right now, he was afraid that if he took a second look, he would want to fight him and strangle him to death.
Chu Tingdong went around to face him, behind him was the dusty wall of the old corridor, he bent down and touched his face with an ice-cola.
"Damn, how much is your broken medicine worth? Can I pay you back?" Zhong Xun raised his head suddenly, and Chu Tingdong realized that his eyes were red and swollen to the point of disfigurement, "What the hell do I owe you?" , can I pay you all?!"
"You don't need to pay." Chu Tingdong pulled his arm to make him stand up.
Chu Tingdong was still wearing a black and white school uniform, the zipper was unzipped, revealing the crisp short sleeves inside, when Zhong Xun raised his head, the tip of his nose almost touched his collarbone, and he staggered back a step.
"Didn't you say you liked me?" Chu Tingdong's phoenix eyes were dark and deep, staring at his dark red and wet eye ends, "Then you chase after me."
Zhong Xun's face was red, his eyes were also red, tears kept falling down, his eyelashes were wet, the hatred in his eyes was too obvious, like an inexhaustible fire burning.
He almost didn't understand Chu Tingdong's words for a moment, and he didn't know why he suddenly changed his mind.
But now, how long will it take for him to catch up with Chu Tingdong?
How many months?
several years?
Damn it, he doesn't want to wait anymore, he knows he is a rotten person who hates cats and dogs, it's normal for Chu Tingdong not to like him, but he just wants to seduce Chu Tingdong and make Chu Tingdong like him, love him.
Let Zhong Zhonglin never get married again, and for the rest of his life, whenever he thinks about him, he will be so angry that he vomits blood, no one can fucking think about it!
Zhong Xun's face was full of tears, he stood on tiptoe, raised his hand to hook the back of Chu Tingdong's neck, wanting to kiss him recklessly.
The warm nose suddenly approached, Chu Tingdong was bumped into his arms by him, his Adam's apple rolled quickly, but he was against the wall behind him, unable to escape, his brows were tightly frowned, he could only raise his hand to cover the lower half of Zhong Xun's face .
In an instant, hot tears poured out in big drops, soaking his palm.
Zhong Xun thought that Chu Tingdong would definitely push him away, but Chu Tingdong didn't.
Caught in this cold and stiff embrace, he stubbornly stared at Chu Tingdong's deep and cold eyebrows, his fingertips turned white with force, tightly clutching the fabric of his school uniform.
His eyelashes trembled violently, he even cried beautifully, even though his face was covered with bruises, he wasn't embarrassed at all.
Chu Tingdong lowered his eyes to look at him, let go of the hand around his waist, and casually fiddled with the small knob on the back of his head.
His voice is indifferent, but very deep, so that there is an illusion of coaxing people:
"do not Cry."
The author says:
Alright, it's time to evolve into Xiao·Love Liar·Zhong 2.0 version