Although he knew that this person was very good-looking, but looking directly into his eyes at this moment, Changsheng still felt his heart pounding. Regardless of men, women, old or young, most people love beauty, and they all know what beauty is, even if they are Changsheng
Even children like this know.
This man was obviously in a somewhat simple house, and the clothes he wore were not of the highest quality, but even if he didn't open his eyes, he felt calm and composed. When he opened his eyes at this time, he felt even more...
The feeling of the beauty in common clothes makes one almost unable to take his eyes away.
Looking at this man, Chang Sheng was inexplicably nervous, not knowing what his first words would be.
The man stared at the green bricks and yellow mud above his head for a long time, then his beautiful eyes turned slightly and looked at the little girl staring at him by the bed.
The moment he saw Changsheng, the man frowned slightly and uttered a sentence from his beautifully shaped lips.
"It's so ugly."
"..."
Changsheng looked away silently. She knew that she was not good-looking, so there was absolutely no need for this beauty to repeat herself. Especially since he was so good-looking, the damage caused by his words was almost doubled.
Carrying the basin, Chang Sheng quickly walked out and poured away the bloody water, then brought a bowl of meat porridge into the house. As a result, the first thing he saw when he entered the house was the beauty who had sat up from the bed and picked up the bed.
A pair of scissors in the frame where I was doing needlework pointed at my neck and stabbed it in naturally.
"!"
"Clang!"
Changsheng had a completely subconscious reaction. The porcelain spoon he was holding flew out and hit the man's wrist. The scissors also fell silently on the quilt.
The man's hand was hurting, and he didn't have much strength to begin with. Now he leaned on the bed weakly and looked at Changsheng complainingly.
"what you do?"
The voice was as clear as dust and matched the person's face very well. Even the voice was as calm as water. But Chang Sheng was breathing rapidly and felt incredible.
What was this man doing just now? Looking at his calm expression, no one would have thought that he was cutting himself with scissors just now?
The man glanced at Chang Sheng with no surprise, and slowly lay back down, obviously not wanting to talk to her. To be honest, looking at the calm and calm look of this popular person, Chang Sheng thought he had just been dazzled.
She breathed for a while, then slowly put the meat porridge next to her, but her eyes were still watching the man warily. She held the porridge in her hand, and somehow Chang Sheng had a hunch in her heart that this was not a good thing.
The person who is with you.
"Come and eat."
The man just looked at the blue bricks above his head quietly without saying a word.
Changsheng didn't say anything, and sat down to eat by herself. She put the meat porridge on the stove last night and simmered it all night. It was fragrant and tasted very good. There was no sound while she was eating.
The rich smell of meat porridge spreads in the air and is very fragrant.
The man was very calm. He had been lying in the snow nest for such a long time, and he still didn't feel hungry. After Chang Sheng finished eating, he went to work busy at home, and until midnight, the man still refused to eat.
Changsheng didn't want to force him, and was worried that he would try to commit suicide again, so he could only call him.
"If you are hungry, just call me and I will cook for you."
But there was no response either. Chang Sheng was used to it and made a bed beside the bed. Fortunately, the kang was burning in the room and it wasn't cold at all. So the night passed like this.
As soon as he opened his eyes the next day, Changsheng subconsciously looked at the person on the bed. Seeing that his back was facing him and motionless, Changsheng was a little worried. He shouted several times but got no response, so he had to go out by himself.
He was about to wash up, but the moment he stepped out of the threshold, a faint smell of blood reached his nose. Changsheng felt something in his heart, and immediately rushed back, turned the sleeping man over, and then saw the hand in his hand.
There were sharp pieces of wood stained with blood, and the bloody neck was stabbed by the wood pieces.
Changsheng's breath was almost held for an instant. She hurriedly used her hands to block the man's wound, but the moment she touched the wound, she noticed something was wrong. His neck was covered with solidified and semi-solidified blood, but the wound
But it disappeared. He suddenly opened the quilt, but although the wounds before had improved, they still existed.
This magical scene almost left Chang Sheng dazed.
"Hey! Hey! Wake up! Wake up!"
"...You are so noisy."
The man seemed to be woken up, and his complaining tone made Changsheng almost think that the bed was not filled with blood, but something else trivial.
Chang Sheng has never seen such a person before, and he has never known that there are people in this world who really turn a blind eye to wounds. The wound on his neck was stabbed out with the protruding piece of wood on the bed.
Can the sharpness be as sharp as the edge of a sword? No, it hurts enough to be scratched by a blade, let alone a piece of wood that is not sharp enough?
Without an extremely strong will, the human body's own protective mechanism will hinder the harmful behavior at the moment of harming oneself. But this person can silently scratch himself with wood chips without making a sound. As long as there is some abnormal movement
, Changsheng would not be able to notice it. She was sleeping but not passed out. How could she be ignorant?
Changsheng originally thought that he tried to cut himself with scissors last night, but his behavior might not be serious, because he looked so natural. It didn't seem like he was trying to hurt himself, but it was as natural as picking a flower or looking at a cloud.
"Are you crazy?!"
Changsheng's lips were trembling, half from fear and half from anger.
"Don't you know how precious life is?! Why do you want to commit suicide? Who in this world would think that he has lived too long? Are you mentally ill?!"
The man finally woke up. He looked at the angry Changsheng and suddenly showed a dazzling smile. Changsheng didn't know how to describe this smile, as if there were countless little hooks hooking him behind.
, forcing her to focus on this person's face.
"Little girl, there is something wrong with my head. Why do you know it now? You think you are doing this loss-making business. You might as well let me freeze to death in the snow. How about it? I won't bring you a bigger problem now."
Please, can't you just throw me out?"
This man already had a stunningly beautiful face, and now he deliberately smiled charmingly at Changsheng, which made Changsheng blush uncontrollably.
Seeing Chang Sheng's red face, the man showed a slightly disgusted expression, but it quickly disappeared. He lay lazily on the bed full of blood stains. He had covered the blood stains with a quilt before, so the smell was not that bad.
Obviously. Now that Chang Sheng has discovered it, he no longer hides it. But the feeling of being passive and world-weary is becoming more and more obvious.