Song Yina froze on the spot. Through the gap in the curtain of the shack, she saw the boy who was so white that he still seemed to be glowing even in the dark environment, leaning over to kiss the forehead of the man lying on the ground.
Kneel on the ground, like a devout believer, lowering his eyes and kissing his God.
She was a little suffocated and didn't dare to step forward. The figure on the ground was blocked by the young man, and only a pair of feet could be seen.
He was not wearing any shoes, and his white soles were covered with mud.
Although it was not as white as that of a young boy, it was still soft and delicate, allowing Song Yina to tell that they were a pair of women's legs at a glance.
How can it be!
He is obviously not interested in anything. His eyes seem to be unable to accommodate anything and cannot see anything. He is so ethereal that he seems to have no desires and desires, and will not be affected even if he walks in noisy places.
Obviously he doesn't get close to anyone!
The young man quietly stepped out of the tent.
The moment the curtain opened, she saw long black hair spread out on the ground, and the woman's silhouette flashed past, looking a little familiar.
He did not leave after coming out, but stood guard at the door, motionless, like a sculpture.
Song Yina couldn't accept it, she clenched the candy in her hand and walked towards him.
"You're back……"
She stood two meters away from him. Because of the poison, she did not dare to move forward, so she only greeted him with her voice.
The young man didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't even raise his eyelashes.
It's not that he ignored her, it's that he doesn't have her in his world now.
This was a normal reaction, and this was what Song Yina was familiar with. She breathed a sigh of relief and slowly placed the candy in her hand on the ground in front of him.
"I brought this for you."
He doesn't accept anything or anyone.
The only thing I accept is sugar.
The boy didn't respond to her.
But Song Yina noticed that his eyelashes were trembling imperceptibly, and his unfocused indigo eyes fell between the gaps in the shack, like inorganic gems, reflecting the feet stuck to the soil.
Full of admiration and infatuation, he neither stepped forward nor approached, just stood quietly at the door.
Song Yina's heart was full of sourness, overwhelmed by suppressed emotions, and aching with jealousy.
It's impossible, there's no reason why he suddenly has someone he likes.
At this moment, a low hoarse groan came from the shack.
The people inside moved and made rustling sounds. Almost at the same time, the young man also reacted.
He opened the curtain, curled his fingers, hesitated and nervous, and did not dare to move forward.
The person in the curtain held her head in pain, and her dark hair hung down her shoulders like a waterfall. She held her head to relax for a while, seemingly uncomfortable.
The young man also realized her discomfort and wanted to step forward, but he did not dare to move with his hands behind his back.
"Did you just see it."
The man spoke, his voice was somewhat familiar, Song Yina frowned, and then she saw a face that she would never forget in her life.
The young woman raised her head, her face turned pale.
It turned out to be... Tang Rou?
Song Yina reflexively held down her empty arm.
"Did you see the person who attacked me just now?" Tang Rou said to the boy next to the door.
Song Yina thought that he would not understand.
Unexpectedly, the young man squatted nervously in front of her, obviously aware that she was uncomfortable.
Tang Rou pressed her head and shook it, "I'm fine, just..."
Suddenly he frowned and looked towards the door.
I only saw a figure leaving in a hurry.
who is it?
She had a severe headache and was unable to think for a short time.
Finally unable to resist the drowsiness, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
When she opened her eyes, the boy was sitting against the wall of the shack, as if he was guarding her quietly.
I can't stay here any longer.
Tang Rou stood up, her figure swaying and looking like she was struggling. The young man stretched out his hands and put them down again, and his fair face showed an anxious look.
"I'm fine." She comforted softly.
The most important thing now is another thing.
…
Song Yina stayed up all night and kept her eyes open until dawn.
There is no doubt that she hates Tang Rou. But when she sees Tang Rou, besides hating and hating her, she also has an even more strange feeling.
She has not met anyone she knows here, Tang Rou is the only one. In this dirty and gloomy world, Song Yina is so lonely, so lonely that even when she sees Tang Rou, she wants to rush up to ask her and talk to her.
But when he saw her and the boy walking out of the cramped shanty one after another, that impulse was suppressed.
She hates Tang Rou, why does she have to compete with herself for everything? Back then, she competed with herself for the experimental body, and now she competes with her for this inhuman boy?
She seems to be the failing star in her own destiny, born to oppose herself.
Tang Rou felt that someone was peeping at her, and when she looked back, there was nothing behind her but a series of triangular shanties.
She guessed that it might be the lingering mica, and she felt a little anxious. If she wanted to get out of this underground world, she had to find a clear route, because she was a trafficked product, and the boy had taken it out from an auction.
Tang Rou put the dry outer lining on the young man's head, closed it, and told him, "Wait for me here, don't make any sound." She went into the tavern to inquire about the news.
The boy stood for a while and then squatted on the ground.
The artificial light during the day was too drying, and he was dehydrated and began to die again.
It was at this time that Song Yina plucked up the courage to step forward.
"Why are you with her?"
With that said, he placed the bag of candy that the boy ignored last night in front of him again.
The boy didn't react at all.
The boy always loved eating sweets and soaking in water. The small pool outside the shanty town was very dirty, so he soaked in it many times.
But now he doesn't eat sweets anymore, and he doesn't even drink water.
Hidden under the eaves, still being burned to death by the artificial light above.
Song Yina frowned and said, "She is not a good person. She was..."
"Deputy Director Song."
A cold voice sounded not far away.
Song Yina raised her head and saw Tang Rou returning.
But after the other party said those words, he ignored her, held a pair of rubber gloves for washing dishes, passed directly in front of her, and said to the boy, "Reach out your hands."
The young man put his hands behind his back and shook his head.
Tang Rou repeated, "Reach out, I won't touch you." After saying this, she put on the rubber gloves on her hands and demonstrated to the boy very slowly, "If you do this, follow my example."
The young man didn't realize that Tang Rou was missing some of the decorations. He pinched a corner of the glove, took it carefully, and imitated Tang Rou, putting on the glove.
When he was raising his hands and wondering why, Tang Rou grabbed his hand.
The boy froze for a moment and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he heard her say, "Look, does this make it less poisonous?"
He opened his eyes slightly and was stunned. Song Yina was also stunned.
Then he saw a slight dimple forming at the corner of the young man's mouth. He was gentle and quiet, and he held Tang Rou's hand that was about to pull away.
He was very happy.
Gently rubbing it with the woman's soft and slender hands, it's like getting a toy that you can't put down, and even the movements of touching it are cautious.
He was happy for a while, then cast his empty eyes on Tang Rou's face, and gently touched her face under her astonished gaze.
From the hair, all the way down, over the eyebrows, and down to the lips.
Up and down, the movements are gentle but uncomfortable.
Tang Rou grabbed him and said, "Okay, no more touching." Something was wrong.
The corners of his mouth curved upward, revealing a gentle and clear smile.
Tang Rou, "..." Forget it, just touch it if you want.
The young man quietly and happily grabbed her hand and held it in his palm.
Tang Rou looked at him and couldn't help but laugh.
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