When He Qing was a child, he was grown up by his father, not only hitting him, but also beating his mother. At that time, the little He Qing was always crying and held by his mother in his arms. hit.

Although his mother tried hard to protect him, even in the days when her mother was not at home, even if she walked the road well, He Qing would take a punch.

It is possible that he was still sleeping on the bed at the last moment, and the drunk father would pull him off the bed at the next moment, regardless of his crying, and punched down one punch after another.

Mom thought about divorcing the man, but he let out the words. If she dared to divorce, he would surely hack them to death. This life, which He Qing called his father, was already in the mud, but he still insisted The dearest one should have fallen together.

Because the man was good at drinking and not doing anything, the environment at home was extremely tight. He Qing didn’t wear even a good dress. In order to make money, his mother was almost busy with feet every day. His clothes were broken and he was mocked by his classmates at school When he went home and cried secretly, his father discovered that it was another beating.

It’s not that no neighbor wanted to help him, but in the face of the drunk man who was drunk all day long, his face full of fierceness, the neighbor had to choose to turn a blind eye, and at most, he secretly stuffed into Xiao Heqing’s hands to eat.

Because his father beat and scolded regardless of time and place, He Qing developed a timid flinch, and he would be scared even if someone spoke a little louder.

He can only study hard, quietly without saying a word at home, hoping that his father can forget his existence.

After being so cautious and very poor for more than ten years, my mother suddenly became ill, she could no longer work or make money, and needed a large amount of surgery fees, and the one who said that she would not let her go The father, without hesitation, drove the sick wife and young children out of the door.

Carrying a comatose mother, He Qing cried and placed her in a hotel with the money she had left. She was looking for a job with tears on her face.

He was not yet a grown-up, and the amount of money he asked for was too large. Although He Qing kept saying that he could do anything, the recruiters refused without hesitation.

The teenager who had only a dozen dollars left and right was desperate. He even thought that he would buy two packs of rat medicine and eat it with his mother.

Just when he was thinking this way, there was a gentle magnetic voice from above, "Hello, do you need money, right?"

The teenager looked up stupefiedly and saw a gentle man with a well-dressed face and a gentle smile on his face. His tone was full of goodwill, "I need a model here, would you like it?"

For the teenager whose life has been reduced to dust, the following period is the best and happiest time in his memory.

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Yan Bei leaned on the bed to play the game, the door was gently pushed open, in the dark, the light of the mobile phone was printed on his face, and he could clearly see the mocking smile in the corner of his mouth.

He Qing did not dare to disturb him, carefully went to the balcony to collect his clothes, and took a shower in the bathroom.

Warm hot water poured on him, and the boy closed his eyes and cried silently in the water.

Today, Wen Hui said that he likes him, but He Qing has no way to like him anymore.

The young man has become a habit of being careful. He even dare to cry quietly, even crying.

Yan Bei left the phone boringly, and his head was full of warm and comfortable touch, as well as the two hugging through the window.

He has a feeling of being cheated, but more, still want to get that soft body.

Why can't Wenhui do it?

Thinking of the unusual atmosphere between the two, Yan Bei sneered, it seems that He Qing is only willing to touch the person he likes.

The bathroom was a murky sound of water. Yan Bei lay on the side of the bed, seemingly sleeping, but his eyes kept looking over there.

He Qing came out holding the clothes, He Qing went to the balcony, and He Qing was lying on the bed.

Yan Bei lay quietly, motionless, and waited for more than an hour after the teenager lay quietly on the bed, he opened the quilt and got out of bed lightly.

He lifted the quilt directly on the teenager and laid himself in, a little crowded, but it didn't matter.

The hand was tentatively placed on the waist of the person beside him, and after confirming that he did not respond, Yan Bei put his hand on the smooth and tender skin to satisfy his sleep.

【Ding! Yan Bei's favor: 60】

In the morning, Yan Bei woke up first. Although he didn't usually adjust his tone, he just woke up early as long as he wanted, which was simply too simple.

The first thing that opened his eyes was to comfortably touch the belly of the person next to him. He was not anxious, but he did not hurry and gently kneaded the young man's smooth skin.

Being tickled, the teenager opened his eyes a little confused, and then the big hand on his stomach made him suddenly wake up.

He stood up and looked at the people around him in disbelief.

"you you……"

The lovely belly left, Yan Bei's hands hidden under the bedding spread out with regret, his face was as arrogant as usual, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you on my bed!"

Listening to the voice of the teenager's resentment and shame, Yan Bei felt even more relieved in his heart. Sure enough, He Qing was not only timid, but he didn't refuse people very much, even the angry voice was so soft.

He raised his eyebrows and replied straightforwardly, "Did you not say fear of heights last time? So I grieved myself to come down and sleep with you."

Stretching a lazy waist, ignoring the youthfulness to the red face, Yan Bei stood up and went to his bed to get clothes to wear.

He Qing was shaking his lips with anger, he tried hard to restrain the grievance, trying to reason, "We said yes yesterday, don’t touch me..."

"Who did you say to me? Did I agree? No?"

The teenager was stunned, and then remembered that Yan Bei had never promised him, but, but...

"I said I won't let you touch, you can't..."

"You said you wouldn't let it touch? I just want to touch it." Relying on He Qing's poor family, Yan Bei was unscrupulous. "You have the ability not to fall asleep in the bedroom, or rent a house outside, as long as you Living in the bedroom, I can always find opportunities."

The anger caused by his shameless remarks, no matter how good the teenager is, he can't stand it.

With a white face, he stuttered and said, "Me, I will go to the teacher now, and I will move out."

Even if the teacher doesn’t agree to let him move to six people’s bed, it’s a big deal to go to his mother’s ward to make a floor. Even if he was instructed to work before, for He Qing with shadows, he really can’t accept a wake-up. More people.

Actually so decisive, Yan Bei froze.

In his impression, this counsel has always been able to cause trouble without causing trouble. Why is it so hard now?

Yan Bei didn't think that he stepped on the young man's bottom line, squinting, thinking of the teacher he said.

teacher?

Isn’t that man a teacher!

Feelings aren't the sudden anger of this counselor, it's someone behind.

He consciously figured out everything here, the teenager over there was already getting out of bed and was packing up the bed.

He Qing thought about it, even if he was laying a floor in the ward, he would not live with Yan Bei anymore, he was too bullying.

If it were not for his current economic situation that he was not able to move out of a city again, the teenager would like to move away with his mother.

He cleaned up the bed by himself, and didn't notice the changing face behind him.

"Hey! He Qing!"

Yan Bei finally couldn't hold back. He shouted the name of the teenager. When he looked over, he announced coldly, "You should know how appealing I am at school. If you dare to move out, I promise, you are at school. After a few years, it will be unhappy years."

He has always disdain to do this kind of bullying and weak things, but this He Qing, it is too much to hold.

Yan Bei himself knew that he was shameless, but he was not ashamed but proud. Under the incredible sight of the teenager, he felt that the threat was not strong enough. After thinking about it, he added one more.

"Even if you move out of the dormitory, you should always go to class. If you dare to move out, I dare to sit next to you every day and touch your belly in front of everyone."

"you!"

I can hardly believe that there is such a shameless person in this world. The teenager who was threatened by Wen Hui yesterday looked at him staring blankly, and the tears fell almost immediately.

Cry again...

It used to be fun to see him crying, and wanted to make him cry more jokes, but now Yan Bei feels itchy.

Not to touch the belly, but to wipe the tears for the boy with red eyes in front of him.

After reacting to what he was thinking, Yan Bei was startled. He took a step back and pretended to be fierce. "You do it yourself!"

The young man's grieved red eyes are full of despair.

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"A Qing!" Wen Hui waited downstairs early in the morning. When he saw the boy coming down, a gentle smile appeared on his face and greeted him.

"I bought breakfast for you, let's go eat together." When he pulled his arm, the teenager was stiff, and he almost numbly agreed.

Feeling his stiffness, Wen Hui's smile was unnatural for a moment, but he quickly covered up the past. He was like an inclusive good lover, caring for the teenager along the way.

"A Qing, I ordered this for you. Eat it."

With a familiar tone and familiar words, he numbly chewed on his favorite dish. He Qing suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the man, "Mr. Wen..."

"A Qing has forgotten again." He smiled humorously and tenderly, and the gentle man smiled a little bit of his hair. "Since we are together, just call me my name."

"Good..." Pale responded, the young man's voice was very soft, "Wen Hui, don't treat me like this."

The man’s hands were caught, and he smiled casually at the teenager, "How do I treat you?"

"That's it, it's good for me..."

The teenager looked pale and looked at a table of dishes he liked. "The feeling you give me now is really similar to when we first met..."

"Isn't this bad?" Wen Hui's gentle smile on the corner of his mouth never dropped, and he continued to pick vegetables in the juvenile bowl. "A Qing doesn't like me to treat you well?"

"No."

He Qing bowed his head and obediently ate the food he had sandwiched. It was obviously sweet, but he could eat it, but it seemed to be bitter to the deepest part of his heart.

He murmured, "Mr. Wen, when you first treated me like this, I was really happy, very happy..."

"But now, I can't believe Mr. Wen is really treating me..."

Wen Hui stunned his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth barely increased.

His warm big hand stretched out, holding the boy's cold and tender hands with sincere eyes, "A Qing, it was my fault before. After you left, I was really in pain and wanted to make up for you."

Holding his hand, He Qing no longer wanted to struggle. He raised his head, his eyes were red, and he looked at the man with prayers, "If you really want to make up for me, then you can tell me, what I did wrong What happened?"

The reason why the teenager is so sensitive to outsiders' contact is that besides being abused as a child, he has another reason: Wen Hui.

At the time when he was most sad and helpless, Wen Hui saved him. He gave He Qing money, helped He Qing place his mother, comforted him, and gave him confidence.

He said he needed He Qing to be his model because he was creating a painting, and this painting required a lot of drafts, and He Qing was the most suitable model.

During that time, he just had to sit there and watch the gentle man waving at the drawing board, and occasionally raised his eyes. The moment the two looked at each other, the teenager felt happy.

The two of them were still warm and tender at the moment before, and he was also fond of gentleness, as if he knew everything.

In the next moment, the person who once warmed him and made him happy turned into a devil that destroyed everything.

Those disgusting poses, which could not be put out anyway, were torn apart, tied like animals, and painted by men one by one on paper.

No matter how much he cried and how he asked, all he got was rough rejection.

At that time, He Qing trusted Wen Hui so much that a man had invaded almost his entire life. Although he was imprisoned and abused, no one around him found it.

Everyone knows that He Qing's most trusted brother is Wen Hui. As long as Wen Hui speaks, no one will doubt He Qing's whereabouts.

In that hell-like studio, He Qing was imprisoned for a month. During this month, Wen Hui seemed to have a special interest in his body. He did not violate him, but put his body in various humiliations. posture.

Just like in the dormitory, hands and feet are tied, invisible and inexplicable, only the rustle of the brush falling on the paper.

Numerous times, the teenagers are about to collapse, and they have suicidal thoughts, and finally stolen.

He still has a mother, he is still young, and his life should not end in a period of humiliation.

The inspirational stories that the abuser once told him were kept in his mind by the teenager. He kept telling himself that he could escape and take his mother to live again.

Finally, when the man was away, he jumped from the window and was lame to the hospital to take his mother away.

He Qing never understood why the person who treated him so well turned into a demon overnight.

Until now, the demon came to him again.

The person who was most scared was just opposite, but the teenager was no longer afraid.

"A Qing..."

Faced with his question, the man avoided answering, just pulled a smile again and gently calmed the teenager, "As long as you know, I love you."

[I love you a big banana! 】

[Host, don’t swear, ding! Wen Hui's favor: 80】