Keep Your Distance [Rebirth]

Chapter 6 Warmth

That's right, helping him with his homework was also one of Shang Si's ways to curry favor with him. Since the first day he transferred to Peicheng No. [-] Middle School, Yun Xingmian hadn't done his homework by himself.

However, how could the teacher not know how much ink he had in his belly? Because the correct rate of homework was too high, the class teacher made him make a fool of himself a few times, but at that time he only cared about hating the teacher secretly, never He felt that there was something wrong with his good brother who helped him with his homework.

Yun Xingmian didn't read the paper, but emphasized again indifferently: "I've said it before, don't call me by my nickname again."

Shang Si's face turned red, as if he had been slapped severely.

Yun Xingmian didn't care about his face, so he opened the closet, took out a change of clothes, and wanted to go out to take a shower.

Shang Sixun suddenly said, "Mian...Xing Mian."

"Yun Xingmian." He corrected him tirelessly.

Shang Sixun gritted his teeth: "Yun Xingmian, at night... why did you tell my aunt and uncle that I didn't know about my going to throw the flowerpot?"

He simply ignored the nailboard when he asked this question.

Yun Xingmian turned her head and smiled at him: "Maybe it's because of anger."

Shang Sixun was taken aback.

"I asked you to throw the flowerpot, but I didn't ask you to throw the pegboard." Yun Xingmian's smile quickly faded again.

In fact, the 17-year-old Yun Xingmian looks a bit immature and childish, unlike the sharp edges and corners of the cold, and there is some baby fat on the chin. Fierce milk fierce.

But now, his gloomy face made Shang Sixun's heart skip a beat.

"Mianmian..." Shang Sixun stood up subconsciously, and changed his address under his sharp eyes, "Yun Xingmian, I really don't want to hit you, it's the end of the cold..."

He gritted his teeth again before continuing: "It's me, I'm jealous of you being so kind to him, so I want to hit him to vent my anger. I don't want you to be so kind to people other than me. "

At the end, his eye sockets turned red, as if he was really wronged.

Yun Xingmian felt a little funny: "Did you know that throwing a nail board from such a high place can kill people?"

Although he asked him to help throw a small flower pot, he tried the position and angle by himself. He was standing at the place he agreed, and it was impossible for the flower pot to hit them, but Shang Sixun not only changed to nailed the pegboard, and threw the pegboard so accurately.

"Do you want to be a murderer now?"

Shang Sixun's lips trembled a little.

Yun Xingmian stared at him suddenly, her voice was gloomy and hoarse: "Do you know how the last murderer I saw died?"

He took two steps closer to Shang Sixun before continuing to speak in that tone that seemed to come from hell: "I was stabbed to death by the victim's relatives, 127 knives, one knife at a time, and the last knife was inserted. on the heart."

Shan Sixun was forced to take half a step back, and sat down on the chair with a bang.

Yun Xingmian suddenly smiled at him again, and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you didn't kill someone, you'll be fine, go to sleep, I'll take a shower."

Shang Sixun looked at his back, his heart beating violently, but he couldn't calm down for a long time.

What the hell happened to Mianmian?Just because he smashed Li Hanjin once, did he suddenly become so scary?

He used to be... obviously very obedient.

After all, Shang Sixun is also a half-grown child, no matter how upset his heart is, he still can't beat the regular biological clock, and when Yun Xingmian comes back from taking a long bath, he has already fallen asleep soundly.

This room wasn't too small, but there were two desks and beds, so it was still a bit crowded after all. There was only a narrow aisle between the two of them' beds.

Yun Xingmian sat on the bed and wiped her hair, but her eyes were fixed on Shang Sixun's sleeping face.

In the past when he didn't realize it, Shang Sixun looked ordinary in his eyes, but looking at him now, his eyes and mouth were filled with a somewhat disgusting aura, and Yun Xingmian actually Think of strangling him to death.

Fortunately, his reason is still above this impulse.

Although he didn't know how the god of fate chose him in the vast sea of ​​people, he could also think clearly that he was reborn this time with great difficulty, definitely not to come back to be a juvenile delinquent.

Even if they want Shang Si Xun's family to disappear from their lives, they can't use such simple and crude means.

The night was already very deep, after tossing and tossing for so long, Yun Xingmian was already a little sleepy, but he leaned on the head of the bed, but he still dared not fall asleep.

He was really afraid that when he woke up, he would find that everything that happened today was just a dream. He was still living in the previous life where he had lost everything, or he had become a ghost without belonging.

Yun Xingmian couldn't help laughing at himself, he used to always think that life is really hard, if there is a next life, he would like to be a flower, a bird or a flying insect, and never want to be a human again.But now that he really had a chance to do it all over again, he was so afraid of losing it.

knock knock --

There were several knocks on the door.

Yun Xingmian walked over and opened the door.

Shang Yinsu looked at him reproachfully: "I see you still have the light on, I want to knock on the door and try, why are you still not asleep? What time is it?"

When Yun Xingmian saw her, the fear in his heart was magnified a lot in an instant.

Yes, he was afraid that all of this was a dream, and he was afraid of losing the person closest to him again.

But he still suppressed the touch: "Sleep right away."

Shang Yinsu raised his hand and touched his hair: "Do you want to sleep with wet hair again? Let me tell you, if you are always so disobedient, when you get older, you will have enough headaches!"

Yun Xingmian had heard this argument countless times in the past, but after hearing it again after many years, he suddenly realized: "So it really has something to do with this?"

Of course, Shang Yinsu didn't know that he had thought about the headache after a long time, so he only replied firmly: "Of course it has something to do with it! Come out quickly, I'll blow dry you before going to bed!"

The real 17-year-old Yun Xingmian would never agree to such a shameful thing, but now that he heard this, he closed the door obediently and followed out.

Shang Yinsu was one step ahead of him, had already plugged in the hair dryer early and sat on the sofa waiting.

Seeing this scene, Yun Xingmian's mind flashed. The bloody scene seemed to come to him again and again through nightmares.

His heart twitched heavily, and before he could react, he had already pulled his mother up from the sofa.

Shang Yinsu stared blankly at his movements: "Mianmian?"

Yun Xingmian woke up from her cry, and hurriedly let go of her hand.

"What's wrong with you? Is something uncomfortable?" Shang Yinsu felt that his son today was really abnormal.

Yun Xingmian shook his head, rubbed between his brows blankly: "I just... had nightmares that were too real, you and Dad and Xiaoshu..."

Yun Xingmian was so shocked by the trance just now that Yun Xingmian almost blurted out.

He stopped suddenly: "Forget it, it's nothing, it's just a nightmare."

When he came back before, he consciously ignored the furnishings in the living room and went straight to the dining room every time, but in the end he still had to face the rejection in his heart.

But my mother accurately captured the key point: "Xiaoshu? Who is Xiaoshu? You seem to have called this name when you came back from school."

Yun Xingmian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "In my dream, I also had a younger brother. Because it was born by Xiaoshu, I named him Xiaoshu. Anyway, I have grown up now, and it happens that you and My dad can try to have another one."

Shang Yinsu patted him on the shoulder: "What nonsense! Sit down! Blow your hair!"

Yun Xingmian sat down obediently, the rumbling sound of the hair dryer rang in his ears, and his mother's fingers fiddled back and forth between his hair. Such a warm scene made Yun Xingmian's eyes feel moist and hot again, and he was drooling down. It was blown dry by the howling hot wind before.

So what if his parents really gave birth to a younger brother for him?His Xiaoshu will never come back again.

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