Quick Wear: An honest man is always criticized for forced love

Chapter 262 Prequel 7

Shen Yanfeng wanted to step forward and grab the man, but what he got in return was Shen Jun's violent struggle.

"Let go..." Shen Jun said coldly.

Shen Yanfeng was hurt by the indifference in his eyes, and he let go before he could come to his senses.

Shen Jun limped out of the toilet.

Shen Yanfeng hurriedly chased after him and followed him all the way to the dilapidated wooden door.

Shen Jun took out a key, inserted it into the door lock and opened the door.

The dilapidated door made a series of teeth-grinding noises. Shen Jun opened the door, slipped in, and immediately turned around to close the door.

Fortunately, Shen Yanfeng was quick-witted and quickly stuffed one of his legs into the crack of the door.

Before Shen Jun could react, the hand that was closing the door lost its strength and hit Shen Yanfeng's leg with a bang.

There was a loud, muffled sound, but Shen Yanfeng gritted his teeth and endured it without making any sound.

Seeing this, Shen Jun's hand that was closing the door froze for a moment, and Shen Yanfeng quickly moved his body and squeezed in.

"Shen..." Shen Yanfeng was just about to call Shen Jun's name, but Shen Jun turned his head and walked to the sofa and sat down as if he didn't see Shen Yanfeng.

The old house was cleaned very cleanly. There was very little furniture inside, just a sofa, a few stools, and a not very big table.

There were several photo frames on the table, some of which showed two old people holding children, and some black-and-white photos of the two old people alone.

Shen Jun took out alcohol from the drawer under the table and silently disinfected the wounds on his body.

He poured alcohol on the wound without hesitation, instantly washing away the bloodstains, leaving only a faint pink bloodstain.

Even just watching, Shen Yanfeng felt pain. He hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the bottle from Shen Jun's hand.

"What are you doing? This must hurt..." Shen Yanfeng's tone was filled with unconcealable heartache.

Shen Jun raised his eyes, glanced at him coldly, then took out a bottle of alcohol and poured it on the wound.

Shen Yanfeng grabbed one bottle, so of course he didn't mind grabbing another one.

"I'll help you, I'll help you, okay... Don't do this, it really hurts..." Shen Yanfeng was really afraid of Shen Jun's self-mutilation behavior.

He took out a cotton swab from the medicine box, dipped it in alcohol and gently wiped the abrasions on Shen Jun's face.

Shen Yanfeng's movements were gentle. While wiping, he also blew gently on Shen Jun, fearing that he would feel pain.

After not seeing each other for a long time, Shen Jun has lost a lot of weight, and there is almost no flesh on his cheeks, as if a cotton swab could touch his bones.

Shen Yanfeng moved his hands more gently, fearing that he might hurt Shen Jun accidentally.

As I was wiping, tears fell all over the cotton swab.

One drop fell, and the rest were like beads that had broken off the string, making a clattering sound and rolling down one after another.

Seeing this, Shen Yanfeng hurriedly threw away the cotton swab in his hand, and pulled the person into his arms and hugged him tightly regardless of anything.

Shen Jun struggled hard to break free from Shen Yanfeng's arms, but Shen Yanfeng held him even tighter.

"I was wrong... I was wrong... I thought you would live a good life after I sent you back... How could this happen... I was wrong."

Shen Yanfeng hugged Shen Jun and apologized over and over again.

But Shen Jun's tears were like a broken faucet, flowing more and more.

Shen Jun raised his hand and punched Shen Yanfeng viciously, using so much force that Shen Yanfeng let out a muffled groan.

But he still didn't let go.

Immediately afterwards, more and more blows fell on Shen Yanfeng, as dense as raindrops.

Shen Jun hit Shen Yanfeng on the back as if to vent his anger, venting his anger silently.

Shen Yanfeng said nothing and silently endured all the actions from Shen Jun.

"fraud……"

"Liar liar liar!"

Shen Jun finally shouted out as if to vent his anger. With every shout, the punches landing on Shen Yanfeng became heavier.

"You promised to take me away, you promised that wherever you are is home... it's all a lie, it's all a fucking lie! Shen Yanfeng..."

Shen Jun's voice was a little hoarse, and the force with which he beat Shen Yanfeng was not as heavy as at the beginning.

"Why are you still looking for me... You don't want me anymore... Even you don't want me anymore... Why are you still looking for me! Bastard!"

Shen Jun completely stopped what he was doing; he was tired.

Tears soaked Shen Yanfeng's shoulders, leaving an indelible wetness on them.

Shen Yanfeng could only hold Shen Jun tightly and say sorry again and again.

I don’t know how long it was, until the sun outside the window disappeared, until the room was invaded by darkness, until everything around was quiet, Shen Yanfeng finally let go of Shen Jun’s body.

After crying for so long, Shen Jun was already tired. He was hugged by Shen Yanfeng, with his head resting on Shen Yanfeng's shoulder, hanging down weakly.

Shen Yanfeng had a pleasant fragrance on his body, a faint one, like the scent of the gardenia when they sat by the well at the entrance of the village when they were children.

In the distant memory, many things have become blurred, but this unique fragrance is like a mark imprinted deep in Shen Jun's soul, allowing him to still remember it clearly many years later.

The dark environment magnified some subtle emotions in Shen Jun's heart, and the tears that had just stopped showed signs of wanting to burst out again.

From time to time, some tiny noises could be heard from outside the door, which was not very quiet. Shen Yanfeng listened quietly, his dark eyes flashing with tears, making it impossible to tell his emotions.

"When did they leave?"

Shen Yanfeng hugged Shen Jun, his voice choked with sobs.

"It's the second year since we moved to this city." Shen Jun replied in a hoarse voice.

The next year... Shen Jun was only twelve years old when he left, which means he has been alone since he was thirteen years old.

But he is eighteen years old now... five whole years... has he spent five years alone?

As Shen Yanfeng thought about it, a strong sense of sourness suddenly arose in his heart.

Why didn't he come earlier? Why did he firmly believe that Shen Jun would live better with the two old people than with him?

It's so stupid. It's really... so stupid.

On the first night of their reunion, Shen Yanfeng didn't even have the courage to ask Shen Jun how he had been doing over the years.

Every scar on his body and the old house he lived in told Shen Yanfeng that he was not living a good life, not at all.

But... Shen Yanfeng thought again, will he live a good life if he follows me?

Even now, he doesn't dare to say with confidence that he can give Shen Jun a good future.

When the moonlight poured in through the cracks in the window, Shen Yanfeng heard the breathing of the person in his arms become steady.

After many years, Shen Yanfeng held Shen Jun in his arms again, but he felt that Shen Jun seemed lighter than when he was a child...

It was so light that Shen Yanfeng was afraid that if he let go of Shen Jun, he would be blown away by the wind.

How did he survive these years alone?