IPT 42.2

Chu Ya did not mobilize his mental power to comfort the black wolf, but he knew that the master’s closeness and caress would alleviate the pain of the quantum beast to a certain extent. Although he was afraid of the black wolf, seeing its appearance, his heart also tightened.

Chu Ya whispered, “You are my quantum beast. We should be the closest partners. Although my spiritual domain is damaged and I cannot establish a spiritual connection with you, we are still inseparable. You cannot hurt Shen Qianqian. If you hurt him, it is equal to hurting me.”

“Not everyone is Gu Lin. Not everyone who approaches us will hurt us. Don’t be afraid…”

In Chu Ya’s whispering and caressing, the black wolf gradually calmed down, no longer twitching, and no longer roaring in pain. It did not stop Chu Ya’s actions, but only lay on the ground gasping weakly. But its expression remained alert, and its eyes were on Shen Qianqian’s every move behind the door.

Shen Qianqian had been hiding behind the door, watching Chu Ya talking to himself in the air, and reaching out to touch something. He was so surprised that he stuck his head out further and further, and his feet slowly moved. Finally, he was standing at the door again.

The black wolf moved its ears, and raised its teeth and its head, but Chu Ya used his hands to hold down its head.

“He won’t hurt you, but the premise is that you won’t hurt the people next to me anymore.”

The black wolf stared at Chu Ya fiercely, and Chu Ya stared at it without giving in. After a moment, the black wolf shook the hand on its head unwillingly, and Chu Ya slowly lowered his head. The coldness in his heart disappeared, leaving only heavy sadness.

“I’m alone now. I only have him and you…” Chu Ya said softly.

The black wolf seemed to be stunned for a moment, and bared his teeth in dissatisfaction. It supported its body and stood up. Chu Ya noticed that its aggressiveness had weakened, so he didn’t stop it.

The black wolf didn’t attack Shen Qianqian after all. It just growled at him threateningly before walking towards the gate, its steps still a little unsteady.

Chu Ya kept watching it until it disappeared at the gate, then he retracted his gaze and turned to look at the door.

Shen Qianqian also ran back to the bedroom quickly, crawled into the quilt, and pretended to snore.

After Chu Ya returned to the bedroom, he took the medicine box from the cabinet and bandaged the wound on his leg. The gauze strips made a rustling sound, and Shen Qianqian, who was pretending to sleep, opened his eyes a little, then sat up suddenly.

“What’s wrong with your foot?”

“It’s okay, just a small wound.” Chu Ya said.

Shen Qianqian looked very nervous, and quickly slipped out of bed: “What a small wound? Let me take a look, let me take a look.”

“Put on your shoes.” Chu Ya said without raising his head.

Shen Qianqian hurriedly put on his shoes and moved closer to Chu Ya to see: “What wound? Are you bleeding? There is blood on your pants! So much blood! What happened to you?!” Because of nervousness, his voice became sharp: “So much blood, is it all blood? It’s all blood, right?”

Chu Ya looked up and saw that his face turned pale with fear, so he said: “You are wrong, that’s not blood.”
“Red! This is what blood looks like!”

“No, it’s just a little scratch, it’s normal to bleed a little.”

Shen Qianqian looked at him blankly, and suddenly reached out and hit his arm.
“What’s wrong? You suddenly got angry.” Chu Ya asked.
　　

Shen Qianqian looked miserable, and his lips were trembling. But he raised his hand and touched him.

Chu Ya stopped and looked at him. After he and Chu Ya looked at each other for a few seconds, he shouted loudly: “You are lying, right? There is so much blood, this is blood, you have a nosebleed! Are you going to die? You are not going to die, right? Right?”

Shen Qianqian cried at the end of his shouting, and the tears rolled down his cheeks and hung on his pointed chin.

Chu Ya softened his voice and said: “It’s really just a small wound. I didn’t lie to you, and I won’t die.”
“You didn’t lie?”
“No.”
Shen Qianqian looked at his pants and kept sobbing: “But look, look, you have shed so much blood.”
“It’s all soaked, just like a nosebleed that stains your clothes. It looks serious, but it’s not much.”
“Then let me take a good look.”

Shen Qianqian squatted down and leaned over to look at Chu Ya’s calf wrapped in gauze. Chu Ya’s wound stopped bleeding. He couldn’t see anything, so he sobbed and said, “Hey, I’ll smell it.”
“… Smell it.”

Shen Qianqian put his nose to the gauze and sniffed it a few times: “Well, okay then.”
“Did you smell anything?”
“I smelled it. You, you won’t die.”
“Yeah, I said so too earlier.”

After comforting Shen Qianqian, Chu Ya packed up the medicine box, turned off the lights and went to bed. Shen Qianqian lay in his arms, holding his neck tightly with both hands.

“Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” Chu Ya looked at the ceiling.
“No, I have to stick to it.”
“Your neck feels uncomfortable?”
“No.”

Shen Qianqian rubbed his face on Chu Ya’s shoulder and whispered “what”, Chu Ya didn’t hear it clearly, so he asked him to say it again.

“I said I don’t want you to die.” Shen Qianqian’s voice was a little louder.
Chu Ya asked: “I won’t die. You keep talking about death, then do you know what death is?”
“Yes, when you die, you will turn into a small mound of earth behind the welfare home.”

Chu Ya had heard him say this before, but Shen Qianqian added: “You will be like my father and mother, you will never see them again after you die.”

Chu Ya’s eyelashes trembled, and he asked softly: “How old were you when you went to the welfare home?”

“I went to the welfare home when I was very young. I remember that I was very small and thin at that time, so I was called Shen Qianqian.”

“Do you remember?” Chu Ya turned his head and glanced at him.

“…I don’t remember, it’s the manager who remembers.” Shen Qianqian muttered: “My parents died of illness, so I was sent to an orphanage, and my parents turned into big dirt.”

Chu Ya couldn’t hear any sadness in his voice. He knew it was because he had lived in an orphanage since he was a child and had never lived with his parents, but he still raised his hand and rubbed his head.

“Where are your parents?” Shen Qianqian asked.

As soon as he asked this question, he remembered that Chu Ya didn’t remember the past, and hurriedly made amends: “I know you don’t remember. Anyway, anyway, you are my brother, my favorite brother.”

“Okay, I’ll remember this.” Chu Ya put his head back on the pillow: “Go to sleep.”

“Yeah.” Shen Qianqian was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly asked: “Shen Meow, can you sing?”

“What do you mean?”

“A classmate said that when she went to bed at night, her sister would go to her dormitory to sing for her, the kind of song that was very soft. And then she would fall asleep while she’s singing.” Shen Qianqian hummed softly: “Angels gather here, sowing hope… This kind of song is even softer than this sound.”

Chu Ya couldn’t help it, and turned his head to look at him again: “Do you want me to sing a lullaby for you?”

Shen Qianqian raised a finger: “Please sing a little bit, just a little bit.”

“I can’t do that.” Chu Ya refused and closed his eyes.

“You can’t sing.” Shen Qianqian looked up at him with a hint of disappointment, but immediately said, “Then I’ll sing for you, it’s the same if I sing for you.”

Shen Qianqian coughed, “La la la, your warm home, la la la, the place where you grew up…”

Chu Ya frowned and he slowly pulled up the quilt to cover his head.

“La la la, your warm home–“

“It’s a good lullaby, you’re going to fall asleep.”
“You’re not asleep, you’re awake… la la la–“
“But you should go to bed too.” Chu Ya stretched out his hand to pinch Shen Qianqian’s mouth, and then pressed his head down.

When Qianqian finally calmed down, turned over in the quilt several times, and muttered: “Does your foot hurt?”
“No, I don’t feel anything at all.”
Well, if it hurts, tell me, I’ll go to the welfare home to get you some medicine.”
“No need.”

After Shen Qianqian fell asleep, Chu Ya opened his eyes again.
Although the wound on his calf had been treated and bandaged, it still stung, always grabbing his nerves when he was about to fall asleep and waking him up from his half-sleep state.

It was raining outside the window again. He stared at the ceiling above in the sound of the rain, thinking that the black wolf should feel the same as him at this time.

He just don’t know where it is… Is it in the Keko Mountain? Or the abandoned building nearby?

Chu Ya was thinking about it like this, and finally fell asleep.

Both of them fell asleep, and the small courtyard was once again shrouded in the silence of Mixin Town. The lights from the garbage dump penetrated the rain curtain, illuminating the dark figure on the roof.

The black wolf was lying on the roof, and when he heard a noise somewhere, it suddenly raised its head. It shook off the rain on its head and looked over vigilantly. It found that it was just the automatic forklift at the garbage dump starting to work, so it lay down again.