countdown to winter

Chapter 13

Before the high school dormitory, the constant quarrels and the sound of smashing were the main theme of Shi Xing's house-whether his mother was alive or dead.

Shi Haoran was often drunk, but reserved a bit of reason to beat others. Before he was five years old, he watched his mother being beaten, helpless, and could only cry. When it was his turn, he started to resist, but No matter what, a child can't beat an adult.

Shi Haoran pressed his head on the sofa, the belt pulled his thin body, every time he hit him, he pulled his hair, forcing him to hold his head up, "Does it hurt?"

a bit.

"Does it hurt?"

again.

The devil murmured in his ears, and the endless darkness in front of his eyes. Shi Xing was constantly ups and downs in the mud, and his blood was also mixed with dirty water. He was bowed and trembling.

Before his mother died, there was someone who could hold him and bear all this for him. After his mother died, everything became extremely difficult.

Shi Xing's eyes were red, and he showed his white teeth: "It doesn't hurt at all."

Even now, he still hasn't learned to compromise. He doesn't know if he would be "leniently dealt with" if he showed weakness at that time.But he has no regrets.

At first it was domestic violence, and later it was obscenity, Shi Xing became more and more disgusted, he tried his best to resist, he often felt tired, so tired that he wanted to give up struggling.

Why didn't Shi Haoran die?Shi Xing thought blankly, why am I the son of a beast?

It has been more than ten years since the wound dripped with blood and scabbed.

Shi Xing looked at Wen Xia, his lips moved, he almost wanted to take off all his armor under Wen Xia's tender gaze, revealing his scarred mortal body.

But he still chooses to be patient.

Shi Xing shook his head.

Wen Xia: "Who is that? I'll beat you back."

This sentence is a bit childish, Shi Xing rarely smiled, and said: "Now it is a society ruled by law, and you will go to jail if you hit someone."

"Then you use my mobile phone to tell your family members that you will live in my house tonight," Wen Xia handed him the mobile phone, "The password is six ones."

"You just told me the password?" Shi Xing was a little surprised.

"It's not an outsider, and besides, I don't have anything on my phone," Wen Xia smiled and rubbed his hair, "Go and dry your hair later, kid."

Shi Xing: "...Oh."

Wen Xia went back to her room and changed her clothes. Seeing that Shi Xing was still sitting with her cell phone in her hand, "Didn't you call?"

"I did," Shi Xing said without changing his expression, "He said he asked me to go back early tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go and dry your hair, and I'll blow dry your hair too." Wen Xia squatted down, took out the hair dryer from the drawer, plugged it in, and pointed at Time and Star, "Come here, come here."

As soon as Shi Xing walked over, the warm wind blew on his face. Wen Xia pushed him onto the chair, and dried his hair with jerky movements. Occasionally, his fingertips brushed his scalp, bringing a comfortable touch. With his eyes closed, his scalp suddenly burned. He subconsciously avoided it and patted his head.

"Ah, I'm sorry, it's the first time I blow someone else's hair, please forgive me, ouch, don't look at me like that, just sit and sit."

Wen Xia adjusted the breeze and blow it seriously.

As soon as Shi Xing raised his eyes, he could see his Adam's apple, jawline, and his collar and collarbone when he lowered his eyes. He didn't know what to do, so he had to lower his head even lower.

"..."

Shi Xing was inexplicably irritable, he pushed Wen Xia away, "Stop bragging, that's it."

"Do you dislike my skills so much?" Wen Xia didn't take his words to heart, and chased him a few more times, Shi Xing said loudly, "Are you a child!"

"Oh, you just don't look like a child," Wen Xia said casually, blowing her hair.