He didn't believe it, and when the doctors asked him what his name was, where he lived, and the contact information of his family, he was so devastated that they mistook him for a frightened kid who couldn't remember his home address.

After two days in the hospital, he was taken by the doctor to the current mother, he looked at her kneeling in front of his son's body, as if he had lost his soul, he thought of his mother, he subconsciously called out to his mother, but in fact it was not her.

But she mistakenly thought she was calling her, she seemed to have found something, hugged him tightly, obviously she had a corpse smell, but he was not disgusted at all, but felt that his floating heart finally had a place to rely on.

What happened later, in fact, he couldn't remember clearly, he only knew that he had inexplicably become her child, she couldn't leave herself for a moment, as long as she couldn't see herself when she opened her eyes, the opportunity was out of control, and it was so serious that she would self-harm.

But he wasn't her child, he finally stopped being confused, he secretly ran back to his house, where there was nothing, everyone was talking about his mother's electrocution death, talking about where he had gone.

He was very dazed, very scared, and felt that this world was so strange, he wandered aimlessly through the streets, and unconsciously returned to this place that was not his home, and saw this mother who was broken with a broken porcelain vase and no one was allowed to approach.

She was covered in blood, and she didn't feel pain when she stepped on the broken porcelain bottle, and she held the splinters in her hand, guarding against everyone.

It wasn't until the aunt pushed him in front of her that she threw everything away and held him in her arms dripping with blood.

He was a little scared, bloody and a lot like that slaughterhouse, and he had nightmares every night? He feels so painful to live, he has no mother, no relatives? Nothing? Some are lingering nightmarish memories.

He didn't want to live......

That time? In a luxurious house, a pair of mentally abnormal mother and son, like frightened fawns? Snuggling up to each other? Warm each other, and torture each other.

Later, he gradually calmed down? In fact, he gradually split his personality? And disgusted with his split personality? Feel like a monster like no other? Even the sun is afraid? He began a new self-torture again.

"Yimo? Would you like to have a word with your mother? Xu Yimo's thoughts were pulled back by Mrs. Xu's choked voice.

He turned his head slightly, looking at her red eyes, tears rolling in them, looking at his eyes so cautious and mournful, he felt a slight pain in his heart? Raise your hand and gently touch the corner of her eye? The voice was hoarse: "Mom......"

"Yimo." Mrs. Xu pressed his hand? Stick it on your own face? Finally, I couldn't hold back the tears that broke down the embankment.

She cried, but was relieved, he was willing to speak? I know that I feel sorry for myself.

Shouting this, Xu Yimo felt a little less awkward in his heart, and he forced a little smile: "Go back and sleep, you are too haggard, I feel distressed when I look at it." ”

"Okay, mom, go back to rest, if you have anything, just tell Xiaojie and Congyue." Mrs. Xu was afraid that Xu Yimo would be angry, so she wiped her tears obediently, stood up in a hurry, picked up her bag in a hurry, and smiled at Xu Yimo very flatteringly, "Mom, listen to you, go back, bring you dinner later, and you can rest well." ”