Even when he was lying in the intensive care unit and enduring the pain of burning skin every day, he never said a word "pain" to anyone.

In front of Lu Congee, Jingxu's long-suppressed grievances suddenly broke out.

He held the thermos box filled with fish soup tightly, and his body trembled uncontrollably——

"Lu Zhou, I feel so much pain."

Lu Congee had never seen Jingxu express his emotions so strongly.

She knew he must be feeling very uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly: "You can tell me anything."

Jingxu could smell the sweet fragrance of white gardenia on her body. Her body was so soft, but she was holding him very hard, as if she wanted to convey this power to him.

"Brother, you can tell me what are you sad about." The little girl's voice was soft, like a soft veil sliding over his neck.

He closed his eyes and deeply smelled her scent, which was the scent that filled his countless sleepless nights.

It was really tiring to bear all this alone, and he didn't want to hold on any longer.

When the fire broke out, he and Jing Zhe were the only two people at home. Jing Zhe locked himself in the room, crying and screaming, calling for his mother.

He ran to the door, smashed Jingzhe's door lock with a hard hammer, rescued him from the smoke-filled room, and then went to the bathroom to cover his mouth and nose with a wet rag.

The fire spread rapidly, and firefighters were unable to break in from the outside. Only Zhao Sijia, a mother, rushed into the fire regardless of the risk to her life.

When Jing Zhe saw Zhao Sijia, he cried so hard that he almost lost his temper.

Zhao Sijia carried him on her back and rushed out. Jingxu on the second floor stumbled out of the bathroom with two wet rags, and saw that Zhao Sijia had already run out of the door with Jing Zhe on her back.

There has never been a moment in my life that was so hopeless as that time.

In the raging flames, he shouted heartbreakingly: "Mom, don't leave me!"

Zhao Sijia looked back at him.

In the billowing smoke, he saw the intense pain in Zhao Sijia's eyes.

In just a matter of seconds, she had made the most painful decision for a mother. She turned around and left with the dying Jing Zhe on her back, leaving him in a hell that never saw the light of day.

"I will never forget the sight of her turning back." Jingxu's hands clenched his fists tightly, and his voice was suppressed and hoarse: "I know how painful she is, but I can't forgive her."

Even if that is the best option, if you give up one, you can at least save the other.

No matter how many relatives and friends later, even Jing Zhe, came to persuade him, let him be sensible, forgive his mother, and stop quarreling with his family.

But Jingxu couldn't convince himself... to forgive his mother's choice.

Because he is the one who was abandoned...

After his mother rushed out with Jingzhe, the fire could no longer be controlled, and most of the beams in the house collapsed. He thought he was going to die in the flames.

The fear of dying was like a huge wave, sweeping him up and drowning him in an instant.

The instinct of survival still drove him. He covered his mouth and nose with a wet rag and ran to the window of the master bedroom on the second floor. The thick smoke smoked his eyes. He could no longer tell whether the tears he shed were caused by the smoke.

Smoked, still comes from fear and despair...

The fire was already approaching, and the intense burning pain in my back seemed insignificant in the face of death.

The balcony on the second floor is very high, and there is a danger of death if you jump off. But Jingxu has been forced into a situation where he has no choice. No one comes to save him, he only has himself.

The moment he jumped down with his eyes closed, the last scene in his mind was...

It's a small pink and white butterfly.

Goodbye, little butterfly.

*

Lu Jorridge once dreamed of a fire filling the sky. Jingxu stood in the rose garden of the fire. The golden roses on his shoulders were burned that day.

Once it's broken, it can never be restored.

He was severely damaged physically and mentally, making it impossible for him to concentrate on his studies. During that time, his father's company also suffered a setback, and his parents were too busy to take care of themselves.

His rebellious behavior disappointed his parents again and again. Finally, they placed more expectations on Jingzhe and gave up completely on Jingxu.

This also became the trigger for Jingxu to leave home and strike out on his own.

Those emotions have been accumulated in his heart for many years. Now that he talks about them, Jingxu feels much more relaxed.

He smiled bitterly: "Lu Zhou, I tried to pull the hook, but I broke the promise."

Lu Churro is a very emotional girl. After listening to his simple narration, she had already burst into tears.

She thought he was just burned, but she didn't expect that the psychological haze was far greater than the physical pain.

Lu Churro understands the pain of being ignored, because before meeting Lu Huairou, she relied on herself to cheer herself up and comfort herself every day: Mom and dad are just too busy, you are not redundant, you are not

not welcomed……

Lu Chow Chow couldn't say a word. He lowered his head and took out the cooling ointment he had just bought at the pharmacy, put it on his fingertips, and wiped the marks on his face.

"Brother, you didn't break your promise." Lu Churro sobbed in a low voice: "I don't blame you. Really, it doesn't matter whether you can be in a school or not. Even if you don't come to Beicheng, I will go to your city and find you."

You, no matter where you are, I will find you."

Jingxu raised his dark eyes, his heart trembling.

For a long time in the past, he didn't know why he lived in pain.

The severe burning pain caused by the burns on his back made him suffer for countless long nights, waiting for dawn with his eyes open, but the dawn never came.

Now, he seemed to see a glimmer of light.

Being able to see her again will make all the patience and pain worth it.

Keio gently wiped away the girl's tears with the back of his hand. It was obvious that he was telling the embarrassing past, but she cried like a tearful person.

He saw a couple not far away staring at them defensively, as if he had bullied the girl next to him, and even wanted to take out his cell phone and call the police.

Jingxu smiled at them and said it was okay.

The little girl seemed to be crying endlessly, and she was getting more and more sad.

"Lu Zhi, I'm not dead, why are you crying?"

"You're like this...I'm so embarrassed."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Churro suddenly hugged him.

Jingxu spread his hands unnaturally, and all the cells in his body became tense.

The little girl lay softly on his chest, hugged his waist tightly, wiped her tears on his chest, and said in a low voice: "Brother, did you just ask me if I was your girlfriend?"

"hold head high."

"Then... can I be your girlfriend?"

There was a light breeze in the evening, and the moon peeked out from between the clouds.

The feather floating at the tip of my heart was blown by the wind and fell gently to the ground, and the dust settled.

There was no other voice in his mind, just what she just said kept echoing, a little dazed and a little unreal.

"What did you say?"

Lu Congee wiped her tears on his chest and said, "I... kind of want to be your girlfriend."

"Have mercy on me, Lu Zhou?"

"No! No." Lu Congee took a breath and whispered, "I just don't want you to be alone anymore, I want to be with you."

Although she denied it, Keio was her childhood sweetheart, and he knew her character very well. The little girl was just kind-hearted and didn't want to see him suffer.

"What kind of girlfriend do you want? How old are you? Do you know how to be someone's girlfriend?" Jingxu scratched her nose angrily: "Stop talking nonsense."

Because he will take it seriously.

"I know, I'm almost seventeen!" The little girl said stubbornly with a thick nasal voice: "A lot of boys are chasing me, but I haven't even agreed."

"Why don't you agree?"

"Well...I don't like them."

The little girl's body was soft, leaning against him, with a certain sweet fragrance of gardenia.

He took a deep breath greedily and asked: "Do you like me?"

This straightforward and simple question still made the little girl's face turn red. She lowered her head and did not dare to look at him: "Well, you are brother Keixu."

Her voice was as low as a mosquito's cry: "You are the only one I can accept...as my boyfriend."

Jingxu's ears were also feeling a little hot. He put his hands on his knees and asked again: "Do you like me?"

"I... definitely like it."

"Lu Zhi, familiarity does not necessarily mean liking." His voice was slightly bitter: "You just haven't become familiar with other boys besides me yet."

Lu Churro raised his wet almond-shaped eyes and looked at him: "Brother means..."

"I mean, you have never seen the ocean glowing with golden sunshine, so you will like the small puddle in front of you."
To be continued...