In front of you, I will always be the injured child. I have been hiding my wounds because I am afraid that you will worry.
However, I forgot that you didn't care at all. Even if I was dying of pain, you never even looked at me.
If you don't cry out in pain, you don't necessarily feel it. If you don't demand, you don't necessarily have no expectations. If you don't shed tears, you don't necessarily have no scars. Being silent doesn't mean you have nothing to say. Leaving doesn't mean you are cool. Being happy doesn't mean you are not sad.
Smile is like a band-aid sometimes. Although it covers the wound, the heartache is still there.
We practice smiling all the time, and finally become people who dare not cry.
A sentence that has always touched my heart.
"The pain lasts only a hundred days."
Some injuries will be very painful, heart-breaking pain.
However, time is all I believe in.
I have always believed that one day, it will allow my wounds to heal and then scab.
But everyone seems to have ignored it.
Even so, it will still leave scars that cannot be erased.
Over time, the scar becomes nothing more than an old wound covered with thin layers.
When it was almost early in the morning, Xiaoye woke up. She wanted to smile and kiss him, but she still cried.
Perhaps, living with a repressed mother like me will make Xiaoye what she is today.
I haven't even given him a smile, so how can I ask him to smile at me?
I asked him innocently if he wanted something to eat, if he wanted to drink water, if he was cold, if he was tired.
Xiao Ye just stared blankly at the night as dark as an abyss.
I had no choice but to hold him, his body that was so thin that it could break at the touch of a touch.
My heart has long been filled with bitterness.
When the doorbell rang again, I wasn't surprised at all.
I think it's time for him to come.
Opening the door, Mu Shiqin was leaning against the door.
Looking at my slightly red and swollen eyes, I frowned and sighed, "Have you cried?"
I didn't say anything and moved my body aside to let him in.
Mu Shiqin took off his shoes and entered the door. There was another person standing behind him.
Mu Shiqin looked back and introduced to me, "This is Chu Feiyang. He is a doctor."
I looked at the man in front of me who looked like a sunny otaku.
The gold-rimmed glasses are stuck on the bridge of his tall and slender nose. Through the thick lenses, you can see that he has a pair of golden eyes. I don’t know if it’s because of the discolored lenses or because his eyes are different from ordinary people.
Eyes. He is very tall, but not thin. He can even be considered strong. The white shirt he is wearing has a unique totem printed on it. He must have made it himself.
He smiled at me and nodded. He was not frivolous or pretentious.
I smiled back and invited him into the room. The moment I passed him by, I smelled the faint smell of laundry soap on his body. Although it was not as elegant and noble as famous brand cologne, it was clean and refreshing, like sunshine.
It makes people feel natural. It seems that everything will be in order when you are with him.
Chu Feiyang patted Mu Shiqin on the shoulder, then smiled frivolously, "The beauty hidden in the golden house?"
Although it was said in a very small voice, I still heard it.
Mu Shiqin didn't show any displeasure, he just shrugged his shoulders and motioned for him to take his paw away.
Chu Feiyang spread his hands and smiled slyly, "Am I right?!"
I don’t quite understand the feelings between men. In my opinion, there are only three types of men: enemies, interests and friends.
Liancheng and Mu Shiqin are the first.
It should be the second type between Leng Peichen and Mu Shiqin.