Volume X

Dusty mystery

Chapter 924

Waiting for you, for a lifetime

There is a kind of love, and if it is late, it will not be able to come again, and there will be no traceability when it is gone

From birth to growth, this kind of love, this love has always accompanied us even if we encounter difficult setbacks and great injuries on the long road of life, it has never left

The smiling face of the father and the love of the mother, the disputes and warmth between brothers and sisters, will always be deeply imprinted in the deepest part of our memory, and it is a trace of love that can not be erased for a lifetime

Family affection is precious and irreplaceable, but for people like 11, family affection is a distant and strange luxury, so extravagant that he never thought of having it

In the training camp, they didn't have a name, some were just a number, and the instructor called them what kind of wild shit and shit crumbs, and they never got angry about it, because they were indeed crumbs, a waffle who didn't even know who their parents were, no one hurt, no one loved, only relied on themselves to live tenaciously like a weed

When other people's children have been snuggled in their parents' arms since childhood, crying for a little bump, and making noise for a toy, these children in the training camp have learned how to kill, learn how to abandon that ridiculous pity, how to lick their wounds silently in every lonely and cold night, and even hold the cold dagger tightly when they sleep, and be wary of whether the people sleeping on their upper bunks and lower bunks will get up in the middle of the night and stab themselves, often a slight movement, can wake up everyone in the entire dormitory, and guard against everyone around them every day, the eyes that are vigilant and full of cold murderous intent all the time form a strong contrast with the innocent and immature faces

There is no one to trust, no one to rely on, and sometimes they don't even dare to believe in themselves, let alone others? There is no innocence in their childhood, and there is no fun in their growth, only tireless training and fighting, and the only thing they can trust is the weapons in their hands

There is no emotion, no warmth in the training camp, only coldness and day-to-day blood and killing, living every day in the thrill of killing and the fear of being killed, until the blood is cold, the heart is numb, the tears are dry, and they can no longer feel the pain

The children in the training camp have never known, nor do they want to know, that the only thing they want is to live tenaciously, not to be bored enough to hope for such an unattainable stupid thing, because in the training camp, there is no need for love at all, even if it is for the subordinates to leave "affection", the price they pay will be their own life

So there is no love in the training camp, let alone love, and the people who come out of there are the most cold-blooded and ruthless tools

11 is the same, he has never had the luxury of family affection, and he has never even thought about it, even when Liudao told him, his father was Zhuge Huang, and there was a twin sister who was Zhuge Hui, 11 was just stunned and knew his life experience, and he didn't stir up the slightest ripple in his heart, not even a little wave, as if he was listening to someone else's story without feeling

It doesn't matter if he's cold-blooded, or if he's ruthless, in fact, 11 really doesn't have any feelings for Zhuge Huang and Zhuge Hui, the two fathers and daughters, so when Zhuge Hui appeared in the kitchen, 11 just glanced at her lightly as if he was looking at a stranger, and then buried his head in his own business

Zhuge Hui stood at the door and hesitated for a while, before finally making up his mind, plucked up the courage to walk into the kitchen, stood behind 11, silently paying attention to his busy figure, and when he looked at the back that was as lonely as before, Zhuge Hui's eyes were full of complicated feelings

Her younger brother has not changed, just like the two times he saw him before, he is still so cold, cold and impersonal, cold and rejects people for thousands of miles, even in his eyes, there is also a cold atmosphere, no color luster, only lifeless gray in his eyes, like a walking corpse, as if nothing can arouse his interest Whenever he meets his eyes, Zhuge Hui has an inexplicable sadness in his heart, and he can't tell what kind of feeling it is, as if he empathizes, he can understand his loneliness, his loneliness

In the past, Zhuge Hui only thought that he should be a person with a very good story, and there was mystery everywhere, but since she knew that the person in front of her was her long-lost brother, there was more of a look of pity in his eyes

She knows that 11's indifference is just a disguised mask, but the lonely breath on his body can't be pretended, it is a kind of loneliness and loneliness from the deepest part of the bone marrow, as if there is only one person wandering in his world, no support, no confiding, all the pain and sorrow are alone and silently bearing, like an abandoned child, wandering alone in the world, after tasting the warmth and coldness of the world, the heat and coldness of the world, after being injured again and again, he silently licked the wound alone, and then gradually buried his heart from then on, and began to disguise himself with indifference, refusing the approach of others, and refusing to care about the vast world, leaving him alone wandering around

Sighing softly, Zhuge Hui realized that her eyes were already moist and staring at the figure of 11 unconsciously, she bit her lip gently, what kind of thrilling experience did he have in his life?

Just as Zhuge Hui was distracted, 11 had turned off the fire, poured the dishes in the pot into the empty plate on the side, and then began to wash the pot and prepare for the next dish

Zhuge Hui stepped forward and whispered, "Shall I come?"

11 glanced back at her, there was still no color mixed with emotion in those indifferent eyes, and said lightly in the same indifferent tone: "No" He ignored her and continued to do his own thing, without giving Zhuge Hui the slightest chance to intervene

The rejected Zhuge Hui did not come forward to help, for this younger brother she didn't know at all, she has always maintained a cautious mentality, afraid that if she said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing, she would make him unhappy and it would be rare for her long-lost relatives to reunite, but there was no such joy and tearful scene that should have been, some were just a younger brother putting on a face that rejected people for thousands of miles, and a sister was cautious and bent on making up for the debt to her brother for more than 20 years

Looking at 11 skillfully scrubbing the spatula, Zhuge Hui hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you usually cook by yourself?"

11 The action of brushing the spatula stopped, and immediately went back to work, without answering that no one but himself knew his state of mind at the moment, whether he did not bother to answer, or did he not want to communicate with this sister, or was he just unwilling to speak?

Zhuge Hui looked at the plates of prepared dishes next to him, smelled the fragrance of the dishes, and said from the heart: "Your cooking skills are really better than our chefs there."

11 Still did not speak, and after washing the spatula, he put it back on the gas stove and lit it to dry

Zhuge Hui smiled bitterly, she knew that there was an unbreakable gap between her and 11, and the estrangement of more than 20 years could not be made up by just that little blood, although she really wanted to talk to 11 and talk, even if it was like a pair of ordinary friends, so that she could understand more about this younger brother who had passed by twice, but 11's indifference made her feel unsustainable, and her mood full of anticipation was even lowered

Biting his lip, Zhuge Hui hesitated and asked, "Dad's business...... Did you get it?"

11's table xiàn still didn't react at all, and he didn't even look back, but Zhuge Hui knew that he didn't speak, which also meant that he acquiesced, that is, he already knew the father-son relationship between himself and Zhuge Huang

Zhuge Hui hesitated and said, "Dad, he ...... I once looked for you, but there has been no news of you, and he has had a very bad time over the years, and often misses you and your mother...... Don't blame him, okay?"

11 continued to turn his back to her, staring at the water stains in the pot that were about to dry up, but there was not even the slightest wave in his eyes, as if Zhuge Hui's existence was simply a ball of air in his eyes, or she was saying something that had nothing to do with her

After waiting for a long time and not waiting for 11's answer, Zhuge Hui guessed that he might not be willing to touch on this topic, after all, more than 20 years of heart knots and unfamiliarity can not be easily forgiven and put down in an instant Sighing softly, Zhuge Hui asked again: "How are you doing all these years?"

"Zla!" A scoop of oil was put into the pot, and a crisp sound sounded instantly, and the oil in the pot was just like Zhuge Hui's heart at the moment, and she was burned by 11's indifference little by little, if she could, she would rather 11 scold her a few words, but it was far less hurtful than ignoring her like this

Zhuge Hui looked at 11 with a complicated face, and asked cautiously, "Are you still blaming us?"

At this time, 11 finally had a little reaction, he turned his head and glanced at her with a little impatience, and said three cold words coldly: "You are very annoying"

The three words "You are very annoying" are like a sledgehammer hammering into Zhuge Hui's heart, her face turned white in an instant, and her eyes showed a trace of pain, as if someone had stabbed her with a needle in the softest place in her heart, and even her breathing was full of pain (to be continued