Saving The Villain Boy

Since then, Yan Qiwei originally wanted to continue to change ways to hint at him, but found that she could never reveal more information.

—It's as if after she said that, an invisible system instantly repaired the loopholes, leaving her unable to take advantage of the loopholes.

All right, Yan Qiwei gritted her teeth and counted you as cruel.

It was very late when she and Liang Xiao went home. Their parents were busy with their business and they often didn't see people. The younger brother Liang Bozhong left school early, and after finishing his homework, he threw himself in front of the computer.

Seeing them coming back, Aunt Shen frowned and leaned forward: "Is Weiwei okay? You scared me!"

She has worked in Liang's house for many years and treats the children as her own. Yan Qiwei shook her head and smiled: "It's not a big problem, Aunt Shen don't worry."

"Not only me, Bo Zhong was also shocked when he heard that you fainted. He bought some apples and hawthorn slices when he returned home, and they are now on the table in the living room." Aunt Shen was relieved to see that she was innocent, and talked about it. This incident curled his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, "The kid must have heard that these two things are good for the heart, so he bought it for you. Although he doesn't say anything, he must still have your sister in his heart."

Yan Qiwei couldn't help but smile, her heart warmed.

After a winter vacation, the relationship between the two of them eased a lot. Today's Liang Bozhong doesn't have the cold hostility of seven years later. As a chubby and chubby boy, apart from occasionally being a little skinny and homely, he can very much arouse the old aunts' desire for protection.

Why did he become like that?

She couldn't think of an answer.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yan Qiwei simply tried to knock on Liang Bozhong's door. The latter was obviously immersed in the game, and after a while, after a while, he responded impatiently: "Come in."

Seeing that it was her, the child's gloomy expression was obviously relieved a lot. He swallowed the words complaining about the interruption of the game into his stomach, his eyes flew diagonally, and asked in a pretentiously deep tone: "What are you doing?"

"Thank you for coming." Yan Qiwei chuckled at his awkward appearance, and walked to him lightly, "I heard that a certain kid bought fruit for me."

"It's easy, don't be passionate." Liang Bozhong coldly snorted and turned his head away, "Are you...well?"

Yan Qiwei leaned down and glanced at the computer screen: "Yeah."

He is actually playing a very classic domestic fairy game. At this time, the plot is coming to an end, and the protagonists are dueling with the final boss.

The sword light flickered on Wind and Snow, and the white light reflected in the boy's dark pupils. Seeing that his sister was rarely interested in games, Liang Bozhong happily told her: "This game is super! If I live in ancient times like them, I must be a super powerful hero."

"You can also become a hero now." Yan Qiwei touched his head lightly. "Chivalry is never equal to high-powered martial arts."

Liang Bozhong finally moved his gaze from the computer screen to her face and blinked blankly.

"Chivalry is a kind of sentiment. You can alleviate the poor, punish the evil and promote the good, and see the injustice on the road. You can do all these-the'xia' is hidden in people's hearts, not the unrealistic fairy methods in the game." The tone is serious but gentle, "If you want to be a hero, you have to help other people a lot in the future, don't do bad things, okay?"

The kid Liang Bozhong who was still in elementary school didn't know if he understood, his dark eyes stared into two round cakes. He spent some time thinking about what she said, and finally nodded ignorantly, with little stars shining in his pupils: "Sister, you are so cool!"

Sure enough, I didn't understand much.

Education should start from the baby. Thinking of his headache in the future, Yan Qiwei decided to remind the child to be obedient and to take care of the delicate flowers of the motherland in the days to come.

The sharper the sword, the earlier you must forge a scabbard.

She rubbed Liang Bozhong's furry head again: "Don't be mean, I'm leaving—I'll give you a small suggestion. Your current level is too low and you definitely can't beat the boss. You should wait until you level up."

The teaching progress of the school before Liang Xiao was slower than that of Shenghua High School, and many knowledge points were missed. He still has physical rejection when he comes into contact with strangers. The idea of ​​his parents asking for a private tutor for him is gone. It just so happens that Liang Wei, the original owner, is among the best in academic performance. In order to help him make up this content, on Yan Qiwei’s proposal, the two People agree to do face-to-face tutoring in the study after finishing homework.

Liberal arts content focuses on copying notes, while science teaching is more difficult. Fortunately, Yan Qiwei is a science student with good grades. Liang Xiao is also very smart. Most of the time, she can get through at one point, and the effect of tutoring is unexpectedly good.

Yan Qiwei especially likes to see how he solves problems with his head down.

When communicating with people, Liang Xiao always inevitably brings a bit of shyness and low self-esteem, like a chick with his head curled up in his wings. Only when he concentrates on studying, the shame and restraint between the young man's eyebrows will quietly fade away, and it will be replaced by the peaceful quietness and seriousness of the lake.

It was raining outside the window, and there was a damp coolness in the study. The incandescent lamp shed bright light and landed on his slender eyelashes like a small fan, a gust of wind blew in from the window, and the pages of the book crashed.

She lay languidly on the desk, quietly raising her eyes to look at him, making no sound.

"All right."

After Liang Xiao solved the last finale, handed her the exercise book, and Yan Qiwei checked it and nodded in satisfaction.

He seemed to be relieved with a bashful smile. Only then did he have the energy to glance outside the rainy and misty window, and muttered to himself in a questioning tone: "It's raining?"

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed, and deafening thunder followed. In the suddenly brighter sight, Yan Qiwei sensitively noticed that his face became paler in an instant.

"Weiwei." Liang Xiao looked into her eyes for an unprecedented time, and when her eyes were facing each other, she saw the blood red deposited on the bottom of each other's eyes. His voice was low and dumb, trembling slightly, "Can you go to my room and help bring the physical notebook?"

Something is wrong.

Yan Qiwei didn't respond immediately, and after a long while, she said cautiously: "What's the matter with you?"

Liang Xiao actually smiled: "I'm fine, can you help me, okay?"

He was obviously trying to distract her, but what about Liang Xiao could not be seen by her?

Yan Qiwei was about to ask, another thunder pierced the sky.

The young man in front of him shook his body, and finally couldn't restrain the surge of pain, he squeezed his brows and bowed his body. The almost forgotten pain spread everywhere at the same time, tearing, bludgeoning, suffocating, hunger...Every joint seemed to be severely shattered, and then rudely spliced ​​one by one.

Although he bit his lip, his mouth still oozes a few broken moans, and his pale knuckles are clasped on the edge of the desk, barely supporting his crumbling body.

Liang Xiao didn't dare to look up at her expression, so she could only say softly, "Weiwei, go out, don't look."

Yan Qiwei's eyes flashed red.

A word came to mind very clearly-stress mental disorder.

Since meeting Liang Xiao, she has never seen him ill. She thought that his illness was almost healed, but she didn't expect it to be just because, every time the illness broke out, Liang Xiao carefully avoided her sight, gritting his teeth alone and suffered the pain.

Psychological disorder will reappear the pain of the patient from the trauma from time to time. She remembered the words that Liang Xiao's adoptive mother said in a cold voice, remembered the horrible scars on his hands, and her heart seemed to be severely grasped, and she even had difficulty breathing.

If this were a romance novel of this romantic healing series, she would definitely hug Liang Xiao without hesitation and heal all his sufferings with so-called "tenderness and love", but Yan Qiwei could not do it.

-He originally refused to be touched by others, but now he is suffering from an illness. If he touches rashly, it is likely to aggravate the illness.

She felt an unprecedented powerless and desperate, tears fell like a broken thread, and she was at a loss for a long time. In the end, she could only cry and leaned down, and said to him very softly in a clumsy voice with a crying voice: "Liang Xiao, I'm by your side. Don't be afraid to have me protect you."

The outdoor thunderstorm continued to roar with the momentum of devouring the world, but Yan Qiwei felt that the surrounding area was extremely quiet, and even the sound of her own heartbeat sounded clearly in her ears.

Her palm fell one centimeter away from Liang Xiao's arm, as if she was afraid of disturbing him, Yan Qiwei held her breath quietly.

I don't know how long it took before Liang Xiao's disordered and heavy breathing stabilized, and he was still trembling like a scarred and helpless little beast.

Then he slowly raised his head, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and the bloodshot eyes seemed to fall into a star point, and the soft light that Yan Qiwei had never seen before was so soft that it could almost drown people.

She was stunned for a while, and Liang Xiao pulled the corner of her mouth, revealing a pale and feeble smile.

In the next second, the boy's rough fingertips were caught off guard to caress her tear-stained cheeks. His movements were gentle like feathers, and a gust of heat spread from the top of his head to the whole body. Yan Qiwei didn't know whether the heat came from Liang Xiao or Because he blushed unconvincingly.

He is actively touching her.

He was a little embarrassed, his voice was so hoarse that he said, "Sorry, did you scare you?"

Obviously the most uncomfortable person is Liang Xiao himself, but he still wants to comfort her in turn.

Why is he so stupid.

Yan Qiwei was both distressed and flattered, and suddenly wanted to gently hold him in her arms, but after all, she still cared about Liang Xiao's illness, raised and lowered her hands, tears falling uncontrollably.

Liang Xiao didn't speak, and a gust of wind blew over.

A warm and soft touch came from his palms on her back, and Yan Qiwei fell into his arms along the gust of wind.

There was a blank space in her brain, and she heard the heartbeat of the teenager's thumping, and Liang Xiao's sigh of low comfort.

"Don't cry."

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