The two looked at each other and smiled, hugged each other, and got tired of it for a moment.

Jiang Chengjia took his hand and sat down along the steps outside the house, gently snuggled his head on his shoulder and said, "Zhaoyuan, can you talk to me... Why are you so afraid of hairy animals? ”

The young man beside her, looking up at the stars shining in the dark sky, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, asked in a low voice, "That is a cruel and bloody memory... Would you like to listen? ”

Jiang Chengjia's heart trembled, and when he heard him mention his memories of the past, he had a somewhat strong tone, and he couldn't bear to continue asking: "You... If you feel that the memories of the past are too painful... You don't have to accommodate me. You don't want to say... Needless to say. ”

Ning Nan raised the corners of her lips slightly, dropped a kiss between her foreheads, hugged her shoulders, and sighed softly: "I'm willing to say, I'm just afraid... You can't listen to it. ”

That memory, bloody darkness. He shouldn't have been at an age where he shouldn't have gone through this... Experienced the most cruel things in the world.

When he crawled out of the pile of dead people, covered in blood.... He thought he had been reborn, but he didn't expect a catastrophe to strike him even more desperately.

....

The picture in his mind came to an abrupt end, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on Ning Nan's forehead, and his heart was pounding wildly. When he remembered that moment, he still felt creepy.

Even if he had committed suicide and thought about it before, he had never longed to live, to live and to sunshine as he had at that moment.

Jiang Chengjia held his hand tightly, closed his eyes, frowned tightly and gritted his teeth: "No matter how gloomy your past is, I am willing to understand and accept it." I do, just because it's you. ”

These words were like rain falling into the surface of a lake, swirling waves, and moistened into Ning Nan's worried heart.

He smiled shallowly, lowered his eyes and said bitterly, "The first twenty years of my life... Never heard anything like it. At that time, I was like a disaster star, able to bring endless disasters to anyone around me..."

He slowly spoke of the past, his eyes looking into the past, but the scenery in his vision became more and more blurred.

Yangjia two years.

He told his father the news that he had left the house without permission because Li Xiangjun had left the house, which led to him being sent by his father to the northwest desert at the age of eleven. The girl, who later became his wife, saved his life.

He tried to survive in the desert oasis of Western Xinjiang, and finally escaped from his father's surveillance, and fled all the way from the oasis camp to his uncle Cao Yong, and privately asked his uncle's men to send him back to Luoyang.

When I entered the capital, I found that everything here had changed.

The political situation changed dramatically, and Lu Fuzi and General Yue Lao became sinners of the subjects of the Great Wei Dynasty in a blink of an eye.

He watched Lu Fuzi die on the guillotine and leave him forever.

He hated, he resented, and his great anger rushed towards the people behind this unjust case. He knew that Chang Mengjun would not rebel, and too many innocent people had died in this unprecedented unjust case since the founding of the Great Wei Dynasty. He wasted a lot of effort to investigate, and finally found that in addition to the Marquis of Guangping, the Marquis of Zhongshan, the Marquis of Dongguan, the Marquis of Xiangyang, and the Marquis of Wei Xing, who masterminded the plot, his father and Emperor An and even Deng Guozhong, who was a general at the time, were also involved.

So, he held back, kept his eyes on his palm, obeyed his father's words everywhere, and relied on Jing Duwei to start planning the road of revenge.

At the age of twelve, he set up a game, so that the five princes who were powerful at that time thought that Emperor An wanted to set up a plan to catch turtles in the urn, and they were all killed and buried in the capital.

The united front of the Five Marquis and the An Emperor was disintegrated.

As he expected. It didn't take long for the Five Marquis to raise an army and start a rebellion. He went out for his father for the first time in that rebellion, and at a young age he led a group of generals all the way to Guandu and Henan.

It's just that he is young and immature, and he can't escape Ning Zheng's vicious and shrewd eyes after all. Soon, his father discovered that something was wrong, and got the news from nowhere, and found out that he had secretly investigated Chang Mengjun's rebellion.

Maybe he was afraid that he would know something, or maybe he was afraid that he would continue to investigate and involve the Huai Wangfu.

His biological father actually sent a dead soldier to Henan, and united with the Marquis of Zhongshan who was hiding in the shadows, and laid a net on the path of his pursuit of the Marquis of Guangping.

When he first set out on the expedition, he didn't have much experience leading troops. A large number of men in the army obeyed their father's orders. There is no reverence for him, a major general.

As a result, he was ambushed by the Marquis of Zhongshan, including the dead soldiers sent by his father.

As a young man, he was alone, leading the soldiers to fight bloodily, but he was caught off guard by his lieutenant general.

Poor twelve-year-old man fled in disarray. If it weren't for the battle in which Ji Xianzhi followed him on the expedition, I am afraid that he would not have seen the bright sunshine and would have been buried under the loess.

Ji Xianzhi fled to Chaoge with him who was seriously injured and hid in an inn.

The people of the Marquis of Zhongshan searched all the way along the path from Henan County to Chaoge, and Ji Xianzhi placed him down and left alone in order to catch medicine for him to treat his injuries.

He waited in the inn for four hours, and finally didn't wait for Ji Xianzhi to return with the herbs, but waited for the chasing soldiers to investigate.

At the last moment, he was knocked unconscious by a man in black who infiltrated the inn. 202 eBooks

When I woke up again, I didn't know where I was, but I felt that there was darkness in front of me, I couldn't see the darkness of my fingers, all I could smell was the smell of rancid meat in my nose, and there were many squeaky commotion sounds in my ears.

He could tell it was the sound of rats, not just a few mice. The squeaking of the hordes ringed in his ears, mixed with the empty echo of the place, and he almost despaired.

No matter how much depression and hatred he has in his heart. Even though he was young and precocious, his mind was much more mature than that of children of the same age. But after all, he was just a child, and in such a dark, rancid, and messy place, he also felt fear and fear.

His abdomen and back were injured, but he was simply bandaged, and with a slight movement, he could feel a sharp pain in his heart.

At first, he thought that as long as he cowered in a corner and didn't move, he would be fine.

It's just that... Time slowly passed, and more and more blood gushed out from the wounds on his body. The smell of blood seemed to irritate the rats in the place, and he suddenly felt something furry crawling up his legs and hands. A frenzied gnawing ensued, causing him to jump out of the corner and dodge the rat's bite.

As soon as he moved, the squeak of the place became louder and more terrifying.

He didn't know how many rats were here, as if the entire enclosed space was full of rats. He was terrified and screamed. Desperate to run forward in the dark, trying to get out of here.

It was so dark that he couldn't see anything, and he slammed into a hard wall, and the whole person fell backwards, smashing on the straw-covered ground. The rats chasing after him swarmed up and frantically gnawed at his flesh.

He will never forget the feeling of being crawled all over his body by furry objects, constantly trampling, constantly tearing. The harder he struggled in the swarm, the harder the rats bited.

He didn't know how many scars there were on his body, but he felt a burning pain all over his body, numb to the point of pain, and almost unconscious.

He even felt that these things that made him sick and sick to his stomach and wanted to vomit were frantically biting his lips, trying to burrow into his body and tear his internal organs.

He was miserable, desperate. But the most is unwilling.

He didn't know how he got to this place, he didn't know who was going to kill him.

He kept telling himself that he must not die, that he must not die.

Later, he struggled to get up from the almost crazy rat swarm, and all he had in mind was the idea of getting out alive. He began to choke the rats with his bare hands, leaving no room for them, pinching them to death, one after the other.

He couldn't forget the last screams of the beasts' mouths and the blood that poured from their faces as the furry flesh was in his hands, and he pinched them with his fingers and plunged them into their guts.

Every time he strangled one and threw it into the straw, there would always be fewer rats around him, as if they were gnawing and tearing at the corpses of their dead companions.

He took advantage of this opportunity to look for an exit in this dark room.

Afterward....

He didn't know how he got out.

I only remember that he tried his best, endured the pain, and seemed to knock open the door of the dark room. When he stumbled out, it was the night when the moon covered the land.

When he came out of the house, the first thing he saw was his proud, cold, and selfish father.

He saw his father sitting outside the room, followed by a group of sergeants, standing in the dark.

A moment, a moment of time. He suddenly understood why he had come to this house, and why he was chased and bitten by thousands of rats.

It was his father.

His father, Ning Zheng, sent him here with his own hands and subjected him to inhuman torture.

He staggered over to the man he had called for his father, his face covered in blood. It was long ago unknown whether the blood that exuded a strong smell of blood was his blood or the blood of a mouse.

He felt his vision blur and fell down in front of the man who had been expressionless all along, desperately forcing himself to stay awake, and stretched out his hands for help.

But the man slowly got up, walked up to him, looked at him condescendingly, and stomped his foot on the back of his hand.

A terrible cry came from his mouth.

Angry, frightened, he screamed at the top of his voice, asking, "Why? ”

Father gracefully let go of the foot that was crushed on his finger bones, and said indifferently: "If you continue to investigate the truth of Chang Mengjun's case, don't blame your father for being ruthless and cold-blooded. ”

One of his left hands was almost broken by his father's trampling, and he could no longer curl or stretch out.

He fainted to death.