Mo Suge reached out to help Shen Ruoliao, Shen Ruoliao pushed her away, sat up by herself, and leaned against the wall; The wound on his back suddenly hurt his heart, and the tears he had been holding back for a long time finally came out. Mo Suge's heart is like a knife.

"Xiao'er, good boy, don't take your father's words to heart. Your dad is really dizzy, he will understand slowly. ”

Shen Ruoliao dodged her hand and said, "You go, leave me alone." ”

Mo Suge said: "I'll go with you, let's go back, I'll give you medicine." ”

"Leave me alone," Shen Ruoyu still said.

Mo Suge stroked his shoulder; This time, he didn't hide.

"Xiao'er, listen to me, don't keep thinking about what a bad thing you have with this scar as soon as you are born; If a child accidentally bumps into a place in his mother's womb, of course he will have a scar, what does it have to do with whether he is guilty or not? I've never believed that the scar on the center of the brow has any ominous meaning. No one in our cottage believes this, and your father actually doesn't believe it either, he just loves your mother too much, and he is irrational when he is sad. Xiao'er, your uncle also told me that he has lived for half a hundred years, and he has never seen a good child as beautiful and intelligent as you. You have to know your own worth, you are the perfect masterpiece of God just like your mother. Xiao'er, you are the pride of Zhenshuizhai and the pride of your father. ”

"Will my third uncle agree with you to say this?" Shen Ruoyu asked coldly.

Mo Suge was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed. She said, "Xiao'er, let's go back." This dark room is cold, damp and windy, and you will fall ill if you are injured. Let's go back, I'll give you some medicine. ”

Shen Ruoyu said: "I won't leave; You go, leave me alone. ”

"That's not good," Mo Suge picked up the lamp on the wall and grabbed his arm: "Let's go, Xiao'er." ”

Shen Ruoyu suddenly withdrew his arm, moved his body to the side and shrunk into a ball, holding his head in both hands, and moaned in pain: "Please, leave me alone; I don't want to see you. ”

Mo Suge stood stunned for a while, looking at Shen Ruoliao, as if a mother who had made a mistake could not be forgiven by her child. Many years later, Shen Ruoliao always blamed herself, but in fact, what was wrong with her aunt back then.

After a long time, she sighed, left the lamp, and left the darkroom alone.

Shen Ruoyu let go of his arm and leaned weakly against the wall. He habitually raised his hand to touch the natural scar on his eyebrows. He even thought of stabbing it off with a sword, or burning it with tongs; But after the stabbing and burning, the scar only expands, and it only shows his innate sin and shame more and more prominently.

He often thought sadly of his mother, whom he had never met, and how much she loved him, and would be willing to die herself in order to keep him alive. But his mother probably didn't expect that he survived, but she died because of it, and what a disaster it would be for him.

Does Daddy love me; Daddy doesn't love me. He loved his mother alone. Flesh and blood are connected, flesh and blood are connected. How strange and funny it is that a father can hate his own son because he loves his wife.

He sat for a long time in the cold darkroom. Then he got up, walked out the door, came into the courtyard, and looked up. The night sky is lovely, quiet and windless. There was not a single cloud in the inky black sky, and the beautiful stars took over the sky in full view.

The father is the wind, and the mother is the cloud. If there is no cloud, the wind is not visible, and if there is no wind, the cloud cannot swim. But what about him? He was born at the dawn of dawn. His father named him only because of a bright lone star shining on the horizon at that time. And the lone star cannot prove the existence of the wind, and needs to sacrifice the cloud to manifest itself. What is the value of his existence? A disaster star destined to bring disaster to those who love him all his life.

After all, he shouldn't have come to this world, he shouldn't have lived.

Someone is running towards here. Shen Ruoxiao stood quietly, but it was Yang Suoqing who heard it. He turned around and saw Yang Weiqing running into the yard from the outside, and when he saw him, he fell to the snow at once. Shen Ruoyu hurriedly ran over and helped her up.

Yang Miqing's face turned pale, gasping for breath, and said, "Brother Xiao, you ...... Your Daddy...... Your dad ......"

Shen Ruoyu saw her staring at her face and the clothes on her body, shook her head and said, "Qing'er, I'm fine." Don't be like that, scary. ”

Yang Yiqing shook her head and said, "Brother Xiao, your father ...... Your Daddy...... He ......"

Tears flowed down her eyes. Shen Ruoyu grabbed her suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong with my father?" ”

Yang Yiqing cried and said, "Your father is ...... He won't hit you anymore. ”

Shen Ruoyu was inexplicable: "What do you mean?" ”

Yang Yiqing cried: "Dad...... Daddy asked me to come to you...... Go to the East Courtyard ......"

Shen Ruoyu looked at her in confusion for a while, and said, "Qing'er, what's wrong?" What the hell is going on? Don't cry, tell me. ”

Yang Miqing said: "Brother Xiao, your father is ...... He's dead. ”

"He's dead?" Shen Ruoyu was confused; He felt that he was so stupid that he couldn't understand her. "What do you mean?"

Yang Yiqing did not answer; There is no answer to this question.

Shen Ruoyu looked at her; He suddenly turned around and ran out of the north courtyard, and ran towards the east courtyard.

"Brother Xiao, wait for me," Yang Yiqing chased after him, unable to catch up.

Shen Ruoyu quickly ran into the martial arts field and ran towards the east courtyard on the hillside behind. The outline of the scene in front of me is very clear, but it feels a little strange illusory, it does not seem to be three-dimensional, it is brighter than the real scene under the night sky. He suddenly felt that he couldn't run, and only then did he realize that he had fallen. He lay on his back on the snow, staring at the starry sky above with wide eyes. The stars seemed to be running and spinning—he was a little dizzy. He closed his eyes and lay down for a while, then reopened them. The starry sky is back to normal, quiet, mysterious, serene, deep black unmatched clarity and transparency. There are no clouds; The stars are scattered like pearls in the night sky, and they can be seen clearly, but they are so far away that they can only stare at each other. There is no wind; There was not a hint of wind. He opened his eyes wide, feeling that he was about to melt into the starry sky, his heart was beating so quietly, and the heavens and the earth were unusually wide, as if he had broken free from the past, from the present, from memories and thoughts, from shackles and shells, and without even needing to breathe freely, to carry the feeling of his flight.

Yang Suqing ran to him panting; She was terrified.

"Brother Liao, what's wrong with you? You...... I'm going to call Daddy. ”

"Qing'er," Shen Ruoyu called out to her. He stood up and stood for a moment. "Don't panic, I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy for a while. ――What do you mean by that? I was with my dad just now. You made a bet with your big brother and lost again? ”

"Brother Xiao, it's true. Your dad is dead. Second Uncle - He drank poisoned wine, no ...... I didn't save ......," Yang Suqing cried.

"Poisoned wine?" Shen Ruoyu stood in place incredulously, looking at Yang Suqing. "What is poisoned wine?"

“…… Only...... It's poisonous wine...... Yang Suqing looked at him in horror: "Brother Xiao, you ...... You okay? Or...... I'll call my dad first......"

"No, no. I'm fine; I...... I don't know, I guess. Qing'er, I don't understand what you're talking about. - Forget it, let's go. ”

Shen Ruoyu followed Yang Weiqing, walked through the snow-capped martial arts field, walked up the hillside, and walked towards the eastern courtyard. He walked very slowly, very slowly, and Yang Yiqing had to stop and wait for him often.

A few steps from the courtyard gate, he stopped again.

"Qing'er," he asked, "how could he drink poisoned wine?" Why? ”

He didn't wait for an answer, but said to himself, "We were together just now; He's still losing his temper, he's still so fierce, he's beating me. It's so decent, where did the poisonous wine come from-"

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed in my mind: my father committed suicide.

It was because of him, because of the bastard things that this rebel son said, that his father was angry with him, and it was because of him that he went to drink poisonous wine. And so it turned out; He was just playing tricks for a while, but he didn't expect that he would force his father to this point - he swallowed poison! A moment ago, Shen Ruoyu still felt that he wanted to commit suicide, and felt that he couldn't live anymore and was going to be forced to death by his father; Now that's the case, but he forced his own father to death......?!

"Why, why ......," he muttered unconsciously, feeling only dark.

Yang Weiqing looked at Shen Ruoliao, his big dark eyes were like an unobstructed night sky, soaked and exuded a faint brilliance of death. She trembled in horror and said, "Don't ask me, don't ask me......" Then she turned and ran, running into the east courtyard in a daze, not looking at him again.

Shen Ruoyu walked into the East Courtyard; The courtyard was still as brightly lit as it was at the birthday feast, but it was silent. All the doors were open; All the rooms seemed to be empty again, except for the north room, which seemed to be full of people.

Maybe as soon as he walked in, everyone would burst out laughing and tell him that it was really just a joke.

But is it a joke? In the entire Zhenshui Village, who else is better at joking than him; He never thought that this kind of thing could be used as a joke, it was too vicious.

The ground was covered with red crumbs of firecrackers, like withered plum blossoms falling on the snow; When you step on it, it seems to make a crackling sound. But the smell of gunpowder had already dissipated. Take a deep breath and the air is cool.

He walked up the stairs and into the north room, his father's room.

The house was full of people. A lot of people, maybe everyone. Everyone looked at themselves silently. Shen Ruoyu looked at the past one by one, and he was familiar with every face, but he couldn't name it.

The passage leading to the back room was empty. He walked into the back room, and it was calm. There was a man lying on his father's bed. The man lay motionless, dressed in the same clothes his father had been wearing when he was beaten. He walked over to the bed and looked at the person on the bed. The scene before me began to light up more clearly and illusoryly. He closed his eyes and shook his head, then opened them again. The man on the bed could see clearly, and his appearance was exactly the same as his father's.

But this man is not like a father; What does it mean that they look exactly the same? In my impression, my father was very tall, but the person in front of him looked a little thin and shriveled. In my impression, my father is a master of martial arts, and his face has always been very good, but the person in front of him is like dust. What's more, when he was on the side, his father never closed his eyes. To put it bluntly, this thing in front of me doesn't look like a person at all, but more like a waxy, lifeless doll.

Shen Ruoyu picked up his hand; The hand was still warm. He shook it for a moment, then put it down again.

Then, confused, he turned around and walked to the outhouse, where he looked at the watchful eyes of the crowd. He wanted to ask something, but suddenly he felt that it was pitch black, and even the lights outside in the house were extinguished, and only the quiet night sky above his head was shining with stars......