You'll get sick if you stay here, big brother. "
The young man raised his head and looked at Duan Xiyuan with unfocused eyes. His heart was aching faintly. Duan Xiyuan was still a child who had never been out of society. He didn't know that there was such deep sorrow in the world, and he didn't know that someone's eyes could be so dark. Duan Xiyuan smiled, stretched out the hand without the umbrella, and touched the young man's head: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
The young man looked at the boy in front of him blankly, and then smiled, the sadness just now disappeared. Duan Xijian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the young man smiling, and handed his umbrella to the young man: "Go home quickly, don't catch a cold."
The young man took the umbrella and saw the mark on Duan Xiyuan's arm. His eyes flashed with interest, and then he whispered: "You are very beautiful."
Duan Xiyuan knew that the young man was talking about the mark of a green vine on his arm, and responded with a smile: "Thank you for the prize, I like it very much myself." Duan Xiyuan had this mark since he was born, and he didn't know why he had this mark on his body.
"Thank you for the umbrella, little brother." Seeing Duan Xiyuan's innocent eyes, the young man felt much better. He felt that he was in such a bad mood just now, since he needed children to comfort him.
"You're welcome, I'm leaving first, big brother."
Even if the road is dark, with plants accompanying the young man, Duan Xiyuan feels that the young man will definitely be happy.
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