Qin Yiwei sighed inaudibly.
"Brother," Shen Ci put his hand on his knee, "Are you looking for her?"
"Well, aren't you curious about what happened to the end during your sick leave?"
Shen Ci pursed his lips.
He was curious, but he didn't dare to be curious.
At present, it seems that Ms. Xiang should be the only person who knows the situation of the original owner. He is naturally curious about what disease the original owner has, but he is afraid that after Qin Yi finds her, he will ask her too much and know too much. Many, you will find his identity.
Although he used "don't remember" to prevaricate the past, he couldn't guarantee that he would never fall off the horse.
He suddenly felt a strong sense of resistance in his heart. He didn't want Qin Yi to continue to pursue this matter. He didn't want Qin Yi to know that he was not the original owner, and he didn't want to destroy everything now. He just wanted to settle for the status quo. .
Xu noticed his gradually pale face, and Qin Yi shook his hand: "What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?"
"It's a bit... a headache." Shen Ci's lip color was a little bleak, and acupuncture-like discomfort came from his temples. It was not too strong, but it was also difficult to ignore.
"Sorry, I won't ask, don't think about it anymore," Qin Yi said anxiously, "don't think about it anymore, be obedient."
"Yeah," Shen Ci didn't dare to look up, and the ghost grabbed his clothes in a desperate way, his voice was as soft as a gnat, as if pleading, "Stop looking into this matter, okay? I don't want to...remember it again."
Qin Yi's pupils contracted slightly, stretched out his hand to clasp him in his arms, and hugged him tightly: "Okay, I won't ask any more, I won't ask again, sorry."
Shen Ci leaned in his arms, feeling the breath on his body, and finally calmed down.
He seemed to become very strange, and he didn't understand what he wanted to say like this. He couldn't tell where the strong sense of resistance came from. He just felt that under the influence of it, his words and deeds were not very good. Under my own control.
With the water splashed out, he could no longer take the words back. He had to lean in Qin Yi's arms silently, until the discomfort slowly subsided, then he straightened up and whispered: "Yes. Let's rest early tonight. I don't want to practice piano anymore."
"...Okay," Qin Yi agreed bluntly, feeling a little guilty. He shouldn't interrupt Shen Ci while he was practicing, causing him to be in no mood to continue, "Then go take a bath? "
"Well, together."
The two of them simply took a bath, Shen Ci's mood eased, and he helped Qin Yi massage his legs as usual.
When he was not paying attention to himself, he felt a little more relaxed, and remembered that Qin Yi said that there were steel plates on his legs. Although he said that the intramedullary nails were not touchable, he still tried to massage them more gently. I was afraid of hurting him.
Qin Yi stared at the top of his hair, never felt that the figure in front of him was as thin as he is now, and his words seemed to be echoing in his ears just now--
An originally gifted child.
Just because the family's financial situation was getting worse and he didn't want to let him learn the piano anymore, he came up with such a cruel and almost vicious method to obliterate his desire for the piano.
I keep suggesting in my heart that a child who has not yet grown up, your playing is getting worse and worse. The previous boasting of you is just encouraging you, you really don't have the talent, so let him give up early and let him gradually I lost my confidence and really thought that I was bad, and Cong Zhongxing Pengyue became worthless.
More cruel than denying someone at the beginning is a simple sentence "You have stepped back".
Qin Yi slowly clenched his fingers, and suddenly felt that he was a little too tolerant of Shen Zhaocheng. He had harmed Shen Ci to the point where he was today, and the punishment was actually just his wife's spoiling his family and ruining his family?
How cruel is a father to do such a thing to his own son?
Compared with him, Qin Qian's scumbag seemed to be eclipsed.
Qin Yi exhaled silently, forcing himself to relax and try not to expose his emotions, which was discovered by Shen Ci.
If this is the case, then the explanation for his illness because of giving up the piano is more reasonable.
Being given a fatal blow in the field where he is best at, the whole person loses self-confidence.
Wen Yao said that Shen Ci's stepmother took him to seek medical treatment and spent his savings. Such a serious illness may not only be physical, but is it also complicated by mental illness?
He had never noticed before. He only felt that Shen Ci was too lively and enthusiastic. He had never imagined that such a person might have any mental problems.
"Brother," Shen Ci suddenly raised his head, and his condition returned to normal, as if he had adjusted himself during the massage time, "Is it a bit early to go to bed now?"
Qin Yi looked at his face, still unable to approve the inference he just made.
It must not be like that.
It's just that he thinks too much, is too sensitive and suspicious in this regard.
"Then what else do you want to do?" he asked, "Didn't you say that you don't want to practice piano? Or preview tomorrow's class in advance?"
"The books are in the school, and I haven't taken them back." Shen Ci climbed onto the bed and leaned close to him, "You hug me."
Qin Yi was startled.
The body has not yet received the consent of the brain, he has stretched out his hand and held the other person in his arms.
"I still want you to hug me to sleep," Shen Ci said, "I don't want to cover my own quilt anymore, I want to drill you."
The author has something to say: Shen Ci: Or your father is more scumbag
Qin Yi: No, it's your father