Early the next morning, when the teenager was still awake, Yan Bei had to leave. Today happened to be on holiday. He had to go early and follow his father to see how he arranged.

Looking at the teenager who was asleep, Yan Bei couldn't help but smile, leaned carefully, and dropped a kiss on the teenager's forehead.

Then leave.

The door closed gently, and it was less than five minutes before the person sleeping put on his eyes and opened his eyes, sitting up in confusion.

"Yanbei..."

Softly called the lover's name, but did not get a response.

He Qing suddenly panicked, although he didn't know where this panic came from, his eyes flicked and fell on the paper beside the table.

[A Qing, I bought you breakfast. I will bring you supper when I come back at night. 】

Looking down at the vigorous and powerful writing, the panic in the boy's heart faded away, and he couldn't help but tilted the corner of his mouth happily and got up to wash.

Today is a day of rest. He can stay longer in the hospital and help his mother massage more.

The phone was dead again. He left the phone in the bedroom to charge it. He packed his things and thought about it. He Qing carefully folded the note and cherished it in his pocket. Then he happily went out.

The sun is shining and everything is fine.

As usual, he bought his favorite porridge downstairs in the hospital, and when passing by the nurse station with a smile on his face, nurse Zhang was calling on the landline.

He Qing passed by her and smiled, "Sister Zhang, good morning."

The middle-aged nurse who should have responded to his good morning as before, saw him, immediately put down the landline, and walked out of the nurse station with a dignified look.

"A Qing, I just called you just now and I can't get through."

Seeing the look on her face clearly, the teenager's eyes showed no help, "Sister Zhang, what's wrong?"

Seeing him like this, the nurse felt a little uncomfortable, this is still a child.

"Your mother, her condition suddenly deteriorated, the doctor is rescuing, and is still in the operating room..."

——The porridge landed and splashed on white shoes.

He Qing's face was pale for a moment, "My mother, her mother?"

"It was good. She woke up early today and was watching TV. As a result, when we checked the room, she saw that she was not in the right situation, and quickly sent to rescue..."

"A Qing, don't worry, your mother has been recovering well, in short... eh..."

The nurse wanted to comfort him a few words, but didn't know what to say to him. She looked at this filial child who was still in school trembling and weeping, and she felt uncomfortable.

The boy sat in front of the operating room, waiting, waiting, waiting, until the lights were turned on in the corridor of the hospital. He looked up pale and watched the door slowly open.

"Sorry, we tried our best..."

He Qing stood staring blankly, one person after another left him, and some people were talking to him.

mom……

"My son is obedient and waits for my mother to save enough money. We will run away and never let anyone beat you again."

"Don't hit my son! If you want to hit me, hit me!"

"A Qing, A Qing don't be afraid, my mother doesn't hurt..."

"Mommy mommy……"

Nurse Zhang heard her colleague say that her mother's rescue was ineffective. When she rushed over, she saw the thin figure of the teenager kneeling and trembling and crying.

She couldn't bear to wipe the tears.

This is still a child.

Wen Hui was a little late when he got the news. He was covering the painful wound. When he climbed upstairs hard, he saw a numb face, and he was lifted up by the nurse.

"A Qing..."

The man didn't know how to describe the young man's expression at this moment. Although he was timid, he was always numb in his beautiful eyes with hope forever, and tears dropped one drop after another, as if dripping on Wen Hui's heart.

A pain in his heart, regardless of the painful wound, almost rushed in front of the teenager, holding the man in his arms and shaking his hands to appease.

"A Qing, it's okay, it's okay."

The nurse sighed, "Please comfort A Qing."

She had seen this man to see Mama He several times, and thought she was a relative of a teenager. She is an outsider, so don’t mess up.

What the nurse didn't know was that after she left, the teenager pushed away the man fiercely and happened to press Wen Hui's wound. He sighed and had to retreat.

"A Qing..."

Watched by unbelievable eyes, the teenager looked red and collapsed in his sight, "Why are you like a shadow! I don't want to see you! You go!"

"A Qing, I'm worried about you..."

"Who needs your worries! Now my mother is gone, what are you worried about me? Are you worried that you can't control me in the future?"

Looking at the teenager whose expression collapsed and wept, Wen Hui had never felt so bad at this moment.

He explained in vain, "No, A Qing, I am really worried about you..."

Seeing the man approaching himself while talking, he collapsed in his eyes, and he shouted violently:

"Don't come over!"

The crying was silent, and the teenager retreated to the window. He sobbed and shivered, "You come again, I will jump!"

"A Qing!"

Frightened by his words, Wen Hui's eyes were full of panic, he gestured his hand to surrender, and stepped back a little, trying to calm his voice as quietly as possible to try to coax him, "You don't do stupid things, I, I But go, I don’t bother you, I’m wrong, you come down..."

"You are still young, you have to work in the future, come down..."

The eyes made by his words were redder, and the teenager's tears could not stop falling, "What's the use of my young...Mom..."

His dependence on his mother has completely surpassed that of ordinary people. When He Qing escaped, he chose to take his mother away instead of calling the police. He was afraid that his mother would know that he was imprisoned...

Wen Hui watched the teenager's hand on the window, his eyes suddenly split, "A Qing!!"

"Don't! Don't do this!"

"You, you still have that Yan Bei, you and him, are you not together?"

The young man's movements froze, and he looked at him stunnedly, "Yanbei..."

"Yeah, you still have Yan Bei..." No one knew how desperate Wen Hui was at the moment. He barely gave a soothing smile and said, "Don't you like him very much? If you jump down, you will never again." I can't see him..."

Wen Hui knows the importance of Mother Ho for He Qing, and it is no exaggeration to say that all his mind is on Mother Ho, and all the motivation to live is to cure Mother Ho.

He once asked his psychiatrist friend, and he concluded that because of the father’s domestic violence when he was a child, the teenager protected by his mother regarded his mother as the only one.

Wen Hui wanted to be the man who replaced Ho's mother in the hearts of teenagers, but he failed in the end.

Thinking of the words said by his friend, Wen Hui felt sore, and he felt distressed about the boy who lost his mother, but at the same time, he also wanted to seize this opportunity.

A Qing is like a tussock grass. After losing the dependent tree, she doesn't want to survive anymore. Since Yan Bei has replaced Mama He...

Thinking of the news received, the man's eyes sank and his hand reached the teenager with a soft tone, "A Qing, will I take you to Yan Bei?"

While the teenager heard Yan Bei's name missing, Wen Hui slowly stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and smiled at him.

Then replace Yan Bei and become a new big tree.

Anyway, if no one loves A Qing, A Qing can only love him.

——

Yan Bei always felt dizzy today. He attributed these conditions to the first time he followed his father a little nervous.

For his son, who once focused on eating, drinking and playing, suddenly became more and more energetic, Yan Bei's father was happy to see his success, and he was teaching his son all kinds of precautions along the way.

"This time, the person in charge of this project is their major shareholder. They have no other hobbies, but they like to collect paintings. I heard that he once painted tens of millions of dollars for a painting.

That wasn't a master painting, it was a little-known little painter in our country at that time. The money was exchanged for more than 100 million yuan, so he dealt with him and said that there was nothing wrong with the painting. "

Yan Bei's father started from scratch, and his education is not very high, but he can rely on his own ability to break out into the sky, that is also very particular.

When Yan Bei listened to his paintings, he couldn't help but think of the perverted painter who haunted his little lover, and then remembered the little lover who was alone in school.

He should have returned to school now. He didn’t know that he was not afraid of sleeping alone. Otherwise, he would hide in the corner and give A Qing a call to comfort him.

"Since you decide to study, then give me a good study, don't always learn to play with your fox friends, if you let me know, you see how I clean up you."

Yan Bei looked at him, and his face seemed to be as impatient as before, "I know, I know."

This is the reason why he kept hiding his relationship with A Qing. Yan Bei's father was a little black when he was born. Although he was washed white afterwards, he couldn't change some habits.

If he knew that Yan Bei was with a man, what he would do was definitely to beat him up and then warn A Qing in various ways.

It didn’t matter if he was beaten, he was afraid that his father would intimidate A Qing, so the school knew that A Qing was so timid...

But it doesn't matter. He is working hard every day in school now. Soon his father will slowly decentralize his power. When he has the ability to protect A Qing, he will no longer cover up.

With such beautiful expectations, Yan Bei followed his father to meet the owner of this exhibition.

Although he has a typical British face, his father is an authentic Chinese. When he came to China, everyone called him, Mr. Zhou.

After saying hello to his father, Yan Bei stayed quietly beside them and listened to this Mr. Zhou talking in less proficient Chinese.

"I wanted to cherish these paintings all my life, but one of the paintings is really beautiful. It is worth everyone to see its beauty, so I came to China."

"Really? Actually, I also like beautiful paintings. You can praise Mr. Zhou so much. That painting must be amazing!"

Hearing his father's yearning tone, Yan Bei had a smile on his face that was just right, but his heart was funny.

How does he remember that his father once said that anyone who paints more than one hundred pieces and buys a painting is stupid?

Sure enough, the businessman relied on one mouth to see his dad can blow.

Regardless of whether the painting is true or false, Father Yan's touted or used Mr. Zhou from abroad very much, with an excited smile on his face, excitedly said, "In fact, when I bought the painting from the miracle painter, I used to I promised him that I would never show this painting to others, but the person in the painting is really too beautiful. I want to share its beauty with others, so I begged the painter. He did not agree at first, but I Has not given up, has been pleading."

"Finally, last week, he agreed to my request. I was so excited that I immediately came to Huaguo just to let everyone see."

"This is called Sangu latrines in your country, right?"

Father Yan didn't seem to hear that he was wrong, and nodded, "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhou, your sincerity moved the painter."

Yan Bei took a sip of red wine and coughed up to cover the corner of his mouth that he wanted to snigger.

"Cough." After suppressing his smile, he looked at Mr. Zhou in disguise. "Mr. Zhou, why do you have to come to China?"

The bearded Mr. Zhou used his blue eyes to look deep into the darkest picture frame in the center of the hall.

"That's because, the painter who created the miracle said that the person in the painting is in China and is a Chinese."

He excitedly said to Father Yan, "I also have half of the blood of Chinese people in my body, my father is Chinese people!"

With a crappy accent, he said seriously, "This is fate! It must be fate!"

Father Yan raised his glass, "Yes, that's right, it's fate. For this fate, let's have a drink."

Looking at the two of you drinking one cup and one cup, Yan Bei looked bored at the black cloth painting.

This painting looks quite big, but why should it be covered in black cloth?

He didn't ask, because Father Yan had already asked.

After drinking, Mr. Zhou was still very excited. Hearing his question, he answered affirmatively, "I want to wait for everyone to come and show them the painting in front of everyone. It is so beautiful. "

"Actually, I have another idea. I want to find the person in the painting. He is really beautiful, but the painter insists on not revealing his information, otherwise, maybe we have already met."

"Fortunately, I just received a call from him. He said that he would also come to visit my painting exhibition. This is really great. I really hope he can tell me what the person in the painting is called and where he lives."

Curiously said by him, Yan Bei couldn't help but looked at the painting covered by the black cloth. What kind of painting would make this Mr. Zhou so fascinating?

The feelings of foreigners have leaked, which is really deep.

Speaking of feelings, would he secretly call A Qing?

Ignoring Yan Father's beard and staring at him, Yan Bei put down the glass and said hello to leave.

Hiding in the corner, I heard the sound of shutdown.

It seemed that the idiot's cell phone was turned off again. Fortunately, he had already prepared and touched the cell phone in another pocket of his body. Yan Bei couldn't help but smile.

He bought this mobile phone on the way home, and bought the same model as his mobile phone. Now he hasn't got his father yet. Later, their love affair can be revealed, not only shoes, mobile phones, but also clothes and underwear. , All wear the same!

So everyone knows that A Qing is his.

Thinking beautifully, Yan Bei raised her lips and returned to her father's side. She was glared hard and didn't care.

"You just learned what I just taught you!"

"Learned, isn't it just flattering!"

Yan Beiman replied casually, but what he was thinking about was what A Qing was doing now.

Father Yan was frustrated by his attitude, so he had to pull him to the side of the painting, "Mr. Zhou said that the canvas will be removed soon. You will give it to me regardless of the painting. Exaggerate a flower."

"Understand, no matter how bad this picture is, I will blow it."

Yan Bei compared a known gesture, and then did not run around, obediently followed Yan father standing on the spot.

The bearded Mr. Zhou also happened to come over. With an excited smile on his face, he announced, "You will see this painting right away, and you will understand how beautiful this painting is."

Almost at the moment he spoke, the black canvas was opened, and Yan Bei casually forgot to go up, but his eyes suddenly stopped.

Wen Hui walked around the corner with a tear-stained teenager, just to see the canvas uncovered, attracted by the loud sound, the teenager looked up, but suddenly slammed into the painting.

Suddenly, the whole body was cold and froze.

In front of him is the back of Yan Bei and Father Yan. Mr. Zhou patted Yan Father's shoulder with pride. "Look, it's so beautiful. Every time I see it, I forget to breathe."

Father Yan raised his eyes and lowered his head with some toothache, vaguely perfunctory, "Yeah yeah, so beautiful."

When Mr. Zhou went to look for someone to pat on the shoulder again, he whispered to his son who was looking at the picture straight away, "Look what to see, it's harmful!"

For Father Yan, it is indeed destructive.

The teenager on the picture is lying in a pile of red flowers, his ankles are full of blood, his white body and red flowers form a strong contrast It's erotic.

The most important thing is that he is crying, and his eyes are full of grief and sorrow for the destruction of happiness, but there is still a hint of hope for life.

These words were uttered by Mr. Zhou next to them, and Mao Yan only felt that his teeth hurt more.

"I can understand if it was a girl, but the picture is a boy, right?"

"Eh, Yan Bei, you say yes, the person in this painting is not serious at first glance, does Mr. Zhou have any special hobbies?"

"Yan Bei, can you learn these inexhaustible things in the future? Even your pair of fox friends, if they are like this, you must leave me quickly."

Standing behind them, Father Yan's words didn't pull at all in the ears of the teenager. He shivered and stared at the back of his lover, not daring to move away.

He was afraid, afraid to raise his eyes and see the painting representing humiliation.

For He Qing, the appearance of this painting is no different from the public execution. What is more terrifying is that his lover saw this painting.

In the painting, he was posed like that, naked, and what Yan Bei thought when he saw it?

Will he think he is dirty?

Is the person beside him his father?

Yan Bei's father...said he was not the same...

The blood was bitten out of the mouth, and the sweet smell filled the mouth. The teenager shook his body and looked at his lover without blinking.

Yan Bei, please...

Don't betray me...

Don't think I'm dirty...

I will listen, I will listen to you...

You like to touch my hand, I touch you every day, please...

It only took a few seconds, but for a teenager, it was as long as a century.

He heard the sweet voice of his lover Qing Yue, "Well, I know, no."

No, he said nothing?

The blood is not only cold but also frozen.

He Qing is like standing in the ice and snow in the winter, from top to bottom, from head to toe, even the heart is cold.

He heard Father Yan very pleased and said, "Okay, you promised that I wouldn't play with those who don't do everything!"

"This picture is so disgusting, don't read it."

The teenager was stunned and heard his lover say, "It's really disgusting."

He said he...disgusting?

He Qing wanted to step forward, but after taking the first step, he didn't know why he felt exhausted. He fell in a trance and was caught by a man who had been silent all the way.

In Wen Hui's eyes, he was satisfied with what he had hoped for, looking at the teenager's muddy appearance, his mouth slightly raised.

He didn't make a sound, he helped the boy and walked out of the hall slowly.

Great, since then, A Qing's big tree is him.

Yan Bei stood straight, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes looking at the picture, and the fists on his legs clenched tightly

this painting!

Was it the perverted painter who imprisoned A Qing to paint?

How desperate A Qing was at that time. He was so young, he had to suffer so much.

A month!

Has A Qing been insulted this way this month?

That painter is really disgusting!

He actually took out such paintings and sold them!

He must, must smash that man to pieces!

In addition, this picture must not be seen by A Qing. His courage is so small and he is sensitive. If he sees it, he may not be sad.

Must find a way to hide this picture!