"And then it got out of hand. ”

Wang Hao's expression was slightly gloomy, he closed his eyes as if he was trying to escape something, and shook his head slowly but hard, looking annoyed and painful.

So much so that Sixteen Nightsaki involuntarily grabbed the young man's cold hand and tried his best to warm his heart.

Wang Yu let out a sigh of relief, and then opened his eyes tiredly, as if the mere recollection of that time would make him exhausted.

"Sakiya, you were active in the fog capital in the eighties of the last century as 'Jack the Ripper', and you have seen far more darkness than I am. Tell me, then, how many of those who have fallen will return to the light?"

The girl remembered earnestly for a moment, then shook her head.

"There are people who come back, but many more are trapped in it forever — alcohol, drugs, gambling, sex and violence and other things. ”

"Good. The young man pretended to smile lightly, "It seems that I am just an ordinary person, and the real genius and strong man should force himself to break away with reason or get out with unwavering will...... It's really stupid to not be able to do what you can. ”

Sixteen Nights Sakuya seemed to want to say something, but Wang Yu gently shook her hand at the same time, so the girl swallowed the words from her mouth back into her stomach and quietly listened to the young man's bitter voice.

At that time, the teenager who could already be called a teenager was always bound in a strange circle of unwillingness, self-blame, wanting to work hard, being crushed by laziness, no improvement, and even more unwilling and beginning to dislike himself, in fact, seriously speaking, even the teenager at that time was by no means the worst among his peers, but was in the most mediocre position - after all, it was ordinary excellent, no matter how ordinary it was, it was still some excellent - but in his opinion, it was equivalent to failure. ”

In the two years that he had been pondering that question and subverting his three views, he had become accustomed to not following the school routine. ”

"'No, how could I be so weak?' thought the boy, and became more and more disgusted and even hated himself. He clearly understood that as long as he worked harder, three points would not be the current result, but he was lazy and only willing to put in the minimum effort, which made him extremely angry. ”

"After hundreds of long days and nights for humanity, he finally slowly but completely corrupted, and the once weak and introverted child was only a little bit of dregs, replaced by a violent and indifferent teenager, although it did not seem to change in the slightest on the surface. He became a contradictory amalgamy, brutal and gentle, arrogant and self-defeating, eager to be enterprising but lazy...... Black and white emotions are like two sharp swords, they confront each other, and each has the ultimate goal of crushing each other. But sandwiched between them, the blood that was pierced was dripping with the heart of a young man. ”

He stood bruised, bloodied knife in his hand, grinning in a scathing, sarcastic smile. 'You brought it on yourself, who can blame you?' he hated his incompetence, indifferently and even happily savoring the growing pain. It may be that subconsciously he is about to be unable to bear the pain that follows him, and the connection between the boy's intellect and emotion is getting weaker and weaker, and later it even develops into the fact that no matter how harsh and vicious things are said, how cruel and hurtful he is, as long as he judges that it is indeed his own fault, he will bear it as a matter of course, no matter how far the punishment actually is. ”

It is as if the body inhabits two selves, one is the self that is full of joy, anger, sorrow, and sorrow, and the other is the superego of morality and reason. They are opposed to each other and have a balance of strength. The superego condemns its own laziness but is powerless to change it, and the ego is unable to control its thoughts but also makes the superego helpless...... But the self that has really lived in the body since the perfection of the young man's personality has disappeared. ”

Sixteen Nights looked at the young man's side face blankly, he was so gentle and casual when he told these things, only a little tired, but the torture described in the words was cruel and chilling, even if he was dressed in a coat made of red dragon skin.

She never imagined that this young man in fresh clothes and angry horses would have such deep pain, compared to the fact that although he lived in the slums in his early years and his hands were stained with blood, it didn't take long for him to meet Remilia, and he seemed to be very happy.

As if sensing what Sixteen Night Sakuya was thinking, the boy turned his head and laughed self-deprecatingly and lonely.

"It's just a mediocrity, but your life experience is much more miserable than mine. To put it bluntly, these things are all full and cheap, and they are not worth it. ”

"But ...... "But those pains are genuine, no matter what the reason, there is no difference in pain!"

The girl raised her hand and stroked every strand of skin on Wang Hao's face, as if she wanted to engrave this smile in her mind. She opened her mouth and asked in a trembling voice:

"Do you ...... Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not on weekdays. Wang Yu lowered his head to make it easier for the girl to touch his cheek, and laughed softly. "It's just that sometimes all of a sudden I feel so uncomfortable, my heart hurts, my chest is so stuffy, and my nose is so sore. At this time, I would quietly go back to my room and lock the door, cover my head under the quilt and cry like a fool, and wake up the next day with a sunny hob meat that is invulnerable. ”

Wang Hao tilted his head and laughed happily: "Men don't flick when they have tears, but they can't let others see them, even if they are their parents." By the way, don't tell Fran about this, ruin my perfect image...... Forget it, I guess this little girl has already seen it in my heart, and I don't have any privacy in front of her. ”

Somehow, when Sixteen Nights Sakuya thought that the second lady knew Wang Yu's past earlier than herself, and even more than herself, she felt an indescribable sense of strangeness in her heart.

She remembered what it was called, a long time ago, her master Remilia had told her about it, this feeling—

It's called jealousy.

"Don't be jealous, Sakiya, I'm not jealous of Remilia yet. She occupies a large part of your and Fran's hearts, even bigger than I do, and what do you think I should do?"

The young man laughed as if he had seen through people's hearts, and Sixteen Nights Saki asked with a little shame with the embarrassment that his mind was seen through:

“…… How do you see that?"

"It's so obvious that for someone like me and Remilia who can see through your cold face, your thoughts are almost all written on your face. Even though you always look like you have a straight face, you still have subtle changes in your expression. When you are angry, your eyes will narrow slightly, when you are happy, your hands will subconsciously fold in front of you, when you are unhappy, you will purse the corners of your mouth, when you are tired, you will speed up your pace, when you are nervous, you will knead the base of your index finger, and when you are relaxed, your shoulders will drop a little more than usual...... Need I go on?"

The head maid folded her hands and shook her head. The eyebrows and eyes are full of softness, and there is no sharp and cold on weekdays.

I don't know why, but suddenly she wasn't jealous.

also understood why the confession promised him was so logical, it turned out that unconsciously, Wang Hao had already broken into his life, and naturally became a part of it, and since then it has been inseparable.

Vice versa.

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Thanks to the stupid blank pie, Bing Xi (the name is so high) for the tip, and Amozdan for the evaluation votes.

Although it wasn't my birthday that day, you big BAKA.