Saving The Villain Boy

Love and hobbies are difficult, the person who confessed first is so brave.

Yan Qiwei lay dejectedly on the bed, covering her face with a pillow.

She used to be very arrogant, and she was blind to the male creatures around her. When she met Liang Xiao, and because she had no love experience or the courage to confess, she would seduce him as soon as she saw him, so she could only secretly like it.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help knocking on her head, muttering in her heart: Yan Qiwei, little spicy chicken, coward, it's really useless.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the room.

This voice was particularly gentle and short, with a gentle force, and seemed a little restrained. It is likely to come from Aunt Shen's handwriting.

She moved the pillow away from her head, and lazily replied, "Please come in."

The door opened in response, revealing the pale and juicy face of the young man, Yan Qiwei would never have thought that the person knocking on the door was actually Liang Xiao.

She sucked in the air, and was taken aback for a moment before she remembered her hen-coop-like hair that was tumbling on the bed. She hung her head and tried to smooth it, and said unruly: "You, hello! Come in and sit down." , My name is Liang Wei, why are you here? This is the first time we met hahaha."

The villain in her heart roared in tears, what is she talking about!

"Hello." Liang Xiao pursed her lips and smiled shyly, her dark eyes hung down hurriedly after just one glance, her voice was dumb but soft, "I'll return the scarf to you, thank you."

He stretched out his hand while Yan Qiwei rolled over and got out of bed, took it carefully, and immediately stepped back, keeping a safe distance from the person in front of him.

Otherwise, she will probably rush directly on her head.

Liang Xiao's eyes were dull and unclear, and she was clouded the moment she saw her back. During his hospitalization, he heard more than once that he had an unrelated sister. Capricious, paranoid, and indifferent were all the labels she was put on. He also listened to them seriously discussing that Liang Wei did not love and live. People will not accept him easily if they come into contact with them.

And Liang Xiao only shook his head on this, and his eyes fell on the light brown scarf beside the bed.

After falling asleep at home that day, he had nightmares as usual.

In the vague dreams, blood stains, curses, and flogging followed one after another. He was tortured with pain, and suddenly a group of warm flames stopped close to him, driving away the surrounding darkness in an instant. It brought a good smell of strange fragrance, and finally stopped in his neck.

Gentle and soft, warmth, that is a feeling that young people have never experienced before.

When Liang Xiao woke up leisurely, most of the cold that had lingered all over his body dissipated, the tip of his nose was inexplicably enveloped by a sweet fruity fragrance, and the soft and fluffy touch came from her neck, exactly the same as in her dream.

He was sitting in an unfamiliar car with a scarf around his neck, and the little girl beside him went to sleep quietly with a slight smile on her mouth.

Therefore, he thought that the little girl who had travelled with her parents to pick her up home must not be as stubborn as his population.

Perhaps wearing a scarf for him was just an unintentional act of her, but for a teenager who had lived with cold eyes and bullying since he was a child, this was the first tenderness he had gained in so many years and so many winters.

He originally thought that Liang Wei would accept herself without hesitation. When she saw her subconsciously retreating, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Don't you even want to be close to him?

Liang Xiao clenched his fists secretly, and there was sharp pain when his nails sank into the flesh. He heard the girl's soft voice again: "Um, don't call me my sister in the future."

The young man's expression was dim.

The kid downstairs named Liang Bozhong didn't want to call him "brother" at first. His parents scolded him for this, and he finally changed his words.

The relatives who came to visit in the hospital didn't like him either. Although everyone pretended to be sympathetic on the surface, he inadvertently heard them discussing themselves in the aisle, in a mocking tone: "The Liang family is also really miserable, and his son was abused like this. It looks like a family shame. The child is basically abandoned too, what a pity, what a pity."

He thought she would be different.

Loss rushed into my heart like a tide. Just as Liang Xiao was about to leave, she heard her embarrassed low laugh, her voice soft as a feather, blown to her ears by the winter wind coming in through the broken window.

"Just call me Weiwei."

The gloomy dark eyes seemed to fall into a star point, he raised his eyes in amazement to face her, and his heart beat inexplicably fast.

Yan Qiwei was embarrassed by him, and she pursed her lips to try to hide the idiot's smile: "Because'Weiwei' sounds closer. This is my unique name."

"Weiwei" is actually Yan Qiwei's nickname, so she shouldn't stage a German orthopedic sadomasochistic drama with Liang Xiao. The title "sister" is really too much for her, she doesn't like it.

"Yeah." Liang Xiao still smiled shyly, and the red tide spread from the roots of his ears to his cheeks. For some reason, he seemed to be particularly happy, with bright eyes, and said very lightly, "Thank you, Weiwei."

Just five words were enough to make Yan Qiwei's heart beat so hard that she almost jumped out of her throat.

Ah ah ah Liang Xiao is calling her nickname! Still the kind that is very happy with a smile!

what! she was! dead! Up!

After all, the two are not familiar, Liang Xiao thanked him and left soon, leaving Yan Qiwei, who pretended to be calm and said goodbye.

As soon as the door was closed, she jumped into the quilt and rolled in excitement.

The scream in her throat could not be yelled out, Yan Qiwei could only laugh silently, hammering the pillow with her excess excitement desperately.

The scarf in her hand should have just been cleaned. She quietly leaned on the tip of her nose and smelled it. Except for the refreshing soap scent, there was no "smell of him" written in the novel, which was a bit disappointed.

Disappointment is over and criticize yourself righteously, Yan Qiwei, this kind of behavior of yours is a typical idiot behavior, it is simply shameful.

Then while self-criticizing, he gave it a hard kiss.

Liang Xiao's injury needs long-term treatment to heal, and psychological disorders are the most troublesome problem for the family.

The time of onset of stress disorder is variable, and the degree is also different. This disease will not only allow him to reproduce the feelings of the traumatic event, it may also cause symptoms such as apathy, depression, anxiety, and susceptibility to fright. Mental diseases are difficult to treat and can only be intervened through long-term psychological intervention.

"Mum and Dad have contacted the family doctor, but if we want my brother to get better soon, we, as family members, must also work hard to create a positive recovery atmosphere for him. You two have to perform well, you know?"

Chen Jiayi knocked on Liang Bozhong’s head. This naughty little guy is her key observation object, “but you must remember to avoid physical contact with Liang Xiao brother. He is very sensitive to other people’s touch and often causes illness. The trigger for hair."

Liang Xiao's name was "Qixia" when he was adopted, and he had no other meaning, just because he was born in summer. The name "Liang Xiao" was taken by his biological mother when she was pregnant. It means the night is quiet and peaceful, hoping that the child will live a smooth life.

After taking him back, his parents immediately took Liang Xiao to change his name and moved his household registration. The latter is not yet completely used to it, and it takes a while before he knows what to say when he is called.

During the New Year, Liang Qi and Chen Jiayi were busy socializing and entrusted their three children to Aunt Shen to take care of them.

Liang Bozhong stayed in the bedroom to play games all day. At that time, "The Elder Scrolls 5" and "Assassin's Creed 3" were all the rage. The little guy was playing in the dark, and finally fell down the stairs one day when trying to imitate the game characters. Day and night.

So the task of getting close to Liang Xiao naturally fell on Yan Qiwei.

The two had just met, and there were very few topics to talk about. In addition, Liang Xiao's taciturn temperament quickly became that she was crackling and talking endlessly.

After talking for a long time, Yan Qiwei will inevitably feel a little embarrassed, lest he feel bored. At this moment, it happened that there was snow floating outside the window. She had an inspiration and suggested with interest: "Let's go make a snowman."

She grew up living on the southern coast and almost never saw snow, so she loved it very much. At this moment, seeing a silver coat outside the house, the groundhog screamed with excitement, but Yan Qiwei didn't know anything about the activity of building a snowman. Her hands were red from the cold, and she could only build a flat body.

As soon as the wind blew, the child was cut off before he was born.

"You have to ram the snow." When Liang Xiao was in the village, there were very few entertainment activities. The snowman was his daily pastime in winter. Seeing her suffering from a face, he hesitated for a long time before whispering, "Pinch the snow block in the palm of your hand and press hard. ,like this."

He spoke and demonstrated, and easily made a chubby snowball. Yan Qiwei's eyes shone, she leaned closer, and then raised her head to look at him, "You are amazing!"

The girl’s clear eyes burned his eyes like sparks, not to mention that this was not a commendable skill. Liang Xiao lowered her head shamefully: "You are not in good health. You can easily catch cold when you encounter snow. I will take care of it. You Just help."

Liang Xiao is...caring about her?

Yan Qiwei was happy in her heart, she still had to pretend to be calm, and smiled slightly: "Then what shape are we piled into? I think about it, how about My Neighbor Totoro?"

He showed a confused look: "My Neighbor Totoro?"

"It's a cartoon character, super-cute!" Then she realized that Liang Xiao had no chance to get in touch with those anime movies that were uncommon in the eyes of her peers, but the words had been exported, and she could only find dragons on her mobile phone. Pass the picture of the cat to him, "Look, it's it."

Liang Xiao seemed to be amused by its chubby appearance, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and the corners of her mouth evoked a faint arc.

It's so pretty.

"It usually looks lazy, walks slowly, often grinning, like this—"

Yan Qiwei tried to restrain her heart beating wildly, puffed up her mouth to imitate the chubby chinchilla, opened her hands and slowly stepped in the snow, leaving a neat row of footprints.

She stopped after walking a few steps, turned around on tiptoe, and blinked at Liang Xiao: "Cute, isn't it?"

His gaze stopped briefly on her, then quickly avoided, and his words seemed to be smiling: "Yeah."

Liang Xiao's hands are very clever, and without much effort, he piled up the approximate shape of My Neighbor Totoro according to the picture. Yan Qiwei used a few branches as a beard and couldn't help but gently squeeze its big pointed ears.

It's cold and hard, so fun.

Does this count as... the first successful creation of a man with a male god?

Bah baah baah! She blushed at the thought, is she a woman who can be satisfied just because of this sweetness? Do you want to save face?

The answer is, yes, she just doesn't want face.

Yan Qiwei thought happily, her son is really good-looking, just a little too fat.

However, before the joy was over, she noticed something was wrong—Liang Xiao was wearing light brown gloves, as he was making the final perfection of the snowman, with the back of his hand facing her gaze.

There was an abrupt crimson oozing from the gloves, and it was a smear of blood.