Christmas Eve in 2005.

In the garden of the villa is a huge Christmas tree, which is lit up all night long. He Qingying stood alone outside the iron railing, his coat and scarf barely resisting the cold wind. She tucked her hair back and forth between her eyes.

Two hours ago, she saw a BMW car carrying Gu Qiusha and Wang'er back, presumably to the church to attend a mass mass. The bush hid her face, and only then did she come out to face the window of the Gu family - just like Wang'er's birthday a few days ago, she didn't receive Gu Qiusha's invitation, so she could only stay outside alone, expecting to see her son even once.

The first time I saw Wang'er was on December 19, 1995, in the delivery room of Zhabei District Central Hospital. In the tearing pain, He Qingying almost fainted, and the cry of a baby sounded in his ears.

"It's my brother."

The midwife cried softly.

He Qingying cried.

She struggled to keep her eyes open, looked at the white shadowless lamp, and said weakly: "Let...... Let me see ......"

A baby boy who was crying loudly, had just washed off the blood, and his face was a little blurred, except that his eyes were slightly open, staring at his mother with a strange gaze.

He Qingying had a ridiculous thought—what was he thinking? Why did he cry so sadly? Like with some kind of unspeakable resentment?

Although he was born a few weeks prematurely, he did not stay in the incubator for long, and the nurses said that the baby was lucky and much healthier than other premature babies. Si Mingyuan was a father for the first time, he kept kissing his son, and shaved the stubble off his face for the first time, and his father-in-law and mother-in-law were also very busy. He went to the police station to register for his son, the name was He Qingying, when he was pregnant, he looked into the distance from the window every day, and there seemed to be a voice calling her, so he chose a single name - Wang.

Si Wang.

Moving home in a few days, the old house left by He Qingying's parents can still be squeezed into the old house left by He Qingying's parents. After a four-month break, she went back to work at the savings window at the post office. She earns more than her husband, wears good clothes, and occasionally uses authentic cosmetics. There is a whole row of Zhang Ailing on her bookshelf, which is not a simple ornament.

My husband works at the Nanming Road Iron and Steel Factory, goes out to work at half past seven every day, and goes home on time before dark. Except for drinking with colleagues, he rarely has any social interaction, and usually only smokes Peony brand cigarettes and does not read any words other than newspapers. He was tall and burly, and he looked a little rude, I wonder if it would be passed on to his son? There is a domestic color TV at home, as well as a Japanese brand of VCR, and he watches the tapes at home when he has nothing to do, which are basically violent films from the United States, and occasionally there are Hong Kong tertiary films, and he doesn't notice whether the baby will peek at it.

He Qingying didn't care much about him, and focused all his attention on his son. She rarely interacts with her mother's relatives, seems to be completely integrated into her husband's family, and gets along well with her in-laws, without the legendary mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts.

Three years later, Wang'er became a healthy and beautiful boy and was sent to kindergarten by his mother. The new children were crying, and she reluctantly handed her son into the teacher's arms. The kindergarten teacher is a little girl, and she often praises Wang'er as the most well-behaved and intelligent child. He also likes to be held by his teacher, lying on her soft shoulders and smelling the scent of shampoo. She would occasionally complain to He Qingying, saying that the boy often kissed her face, which sometimes embarrassed her.

The big locust tree in front of the house has withered and prospered several times, and the bird's nest hidden in the canopy wakes people up every morning. The epiphany that Si Mingyuan raised on the windowsill blooms for two or three hours every year, and the petals are placed under his son's pillow, and the fragrance accompanies him to sleep all night. The cot is in the corner of the living room, the wall is full of toys, and the children's books that his mother has bought, although he is never interested in it, and he doesn't watch much cartoons, except for "Slam Dunk". But He Qingying felt strange, such a young child shouldn't like this. The second is an old cartoon called "Strange Tales of the Book of Heaven", every time he sees the immortal Yuan Gong being captured back to Heaven, this child will cry to tears.

In 2000, Wang'er was five years old, grew to more than one meter tall, his facial contours became clearer and clearer, and he gradually got rid of the milk of the little hairy child, and everyone praised him for his beauty. He has never been a picky eater, and he can eat even rough food, which is rare this year, although He Qingying tries his best to meet the child's requirements.

This year, Si Mingyuan's unit went bankrupt and dissolved, and he only received tens of thousands of yuan to buy out his seniority and became a laid-off unemployed. He was quite happy to stay at home, speculating on stocks and looking at the disc, and it didn't take long for him to be trapped, and the stock fell from 18 to 8. His wallet was getting thinner, and he could have taken his son to buy a model car, but now he could only look through the window. Someone introduced him to be a security guard, and after only a few days of work, he bowed his head and came back, saying that it was a shame to meet an acquaintance. He went out to play mahjong every night, and often came home at two or three o'clock in the morning, waking up his sleeping son, which led to a big quarrel with He Qingying.

Her husband has no income, her parents-in-law's health is getting worse and worse, and the family's food expenses are on He Qingying, and she is just a postal savings salesperson, and she can only barely survive with this salary.

Originally, no matter what troubles he encountered, Si Mingyuan was super patient with his son, and put him on the bicycle bag rack to play everywhere, and Jinjiang Paradise had been to countless times. Playing chess is one of his few hobbies, chess, military chess, backgammon...... But no matter what kind of chess, Wang'er will soon become a master, and no one will be able to beat him again.

Now, Si Mingyuan is becoming more and more distant from his son, and every time he goes home, he no longer hugs him, and smokes alone at the window, one after another, until the ashtray is full. He used to never drink at home, but now he also eats with half a glass of white wine. When he shouted with a mouth full of cigarettes and alcohol, staring at his son with a cold gaze as iron, He Qingying felt a strong disgust.

He treated his son as an enemy? Or is there some kind of fear?

Could it be that I have watched too many American horror movies? There is a movie starring Gregory Peck, who was originally a normal family, and suddenly found that the child was different, with an extraordinary temperament and intelligence, which could not be compared with adults, and could only obediently worship and become a slave - this child is a different species, he has a natural evil power, which will bring endless power, and also make his parents suffer tragic disasters, and even endanger all mankind.

One rainy night, He Qingying was still on the night shift in the unit, Si Mingyuan went out to drink and play mahjong as usual, and when he got home, he found that his son found a VCD of "Stimulation 1995" and was playing.

He slapped his son.

He Qingying came home from work and saw five blood-red finger prints on Wang'er's face, Si Mingyuan stood aside and trembled dejectedly. She slapped her husband frantically, held her son in her arms, and rubbed his cheeks with tears welling up. Si Mingyuan didn't say anything, rushed out of the house with his head down, and slammed the door into a mountain. Half of her son's face was swollen, she cursed her husband for being a brute, and when she saw the street lamp outside the window on a rainy night, her husband was running wildly alone, shouting some slurred words out of his mouth, and he couldn't hear clearly through the heavy rain.

When my son was seven years old, something big happened in the family.

Si Mingyuan disappeared, it was in the early morning of Chinese New Year's Eve on the eve of the Spring Festival. The whole Spring Festival was not good, and He Qingying went to the Public Security Bureau to report the disappearance. Wang'er's grandfather's hair was all white, so she was admitted to the hospital, but she often went to take care of her in-laws, and others mistakenly thought that she was not a daughter-in-law but a daughter.

People kept coming to collect debts, and it turned out that the husband owed a lot of gambling debts outside, including several loan sharks, and these debts may not be paid off in a lifetime.

Si Mingyuan never came back.

Monday, September 2, 2002, was the day when Wang'er went to primary school for the first time.

It was a rainy day, He Qingying held a big umbrella, held his son's hand tightly, and came to the No. 1 Primary School on Changshou Road. Her hands were hot and soft, carrying a schoolbag for Wang'er, containing a newly bought pencil case, a Disney plastic pencil case that I don't know if it was genuine or a copycat. There were many children and parents at the opening ceremony, she greeted the teacher politely, watched Wang'er sit down in the classroom, confirmed his seat, and then reluctantly left.

The first grade has only been in school for half a month, and once Wang'er came home from school, He Qingying found that there was an extra note in the schoolbag, which read Li Houzhu's "Seeing Huan": "Go up to the west building alone without a word, and the moon is like a hook." Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu. Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful. Don't have a taste in your heart. "Although it is only written in pencil, it is a beautiful handwriting, and adults may not be able to write it. She grabbed her son and questioned, and Wang'er said that she picked it up from the side of the road, and she thought it looked good and was ready to imitate it.

In the summer of the following year, the raging "SARS" finally passed, and He Qingying enrolled his son in a painting class, a training institution called Feifei Art School. The teacher was a long-haired old man with a very artistic temperament, taught him sketching and watercolor painting, and decided that Si Wang had experience in learning painting. In order to reward him for his achievements in learning to paint, he will be promoted to the second grade of primary school, and wearing a red scarf, He Qingying gave him a gift - a computer.

Siwang's first personal computer, the assembly machine of Celeron processors. HE EXCITEDLY TOUCHED THE KEYBOARD AND MOUSE, AND AFTER TURNING ON THE COMPUTER, HE WATCHED THE WINDOWSXP FLAG FLUTTER BY, INSTALLING THE DRIVERS IN TURN. Broadband is not yet universal, and some families are using ADSL, and their homes can only use MODEM plus telephone lines.

Soon, He Qingying discovered that his son was addicted to the Internet and spent all day in front of the computer. In the past, she was reluctant to scold Wang'er, but this time she scolded for half an hour, until she also had a handful of snot and tears, but the boy sensibly hugged his mother and comforted him for a long time.

TIANSI WANG WENT OUT WITH HIS GRANDPARENTS, HE QINGYING TURNED ON THE COMPUTER AT HOME ALONE, SHE SECRETLY INSTALLED A SOFTWARE THAT COULD MONITOR THE CHILD'S USE OF THE COMPUTER, AND FOUND THAT HER SON HAD BEEN BROWSING THE WEB, FIRST GOOGLE, AND THEN BAIDU, CONSTANTLY SEARCHING FOR SOME KEYWORDS-

In 1995, the Nanming Road homicide case.

In 1995, the Nanming High School homicide case.

In 1995, the body was found at the Nanming Road Iron and Steel Plant.

In 1995, the victim declared.

...... 1995

A few days later, He Qingying turned on the computer again, only to find that it had been formatted by his son, and all the content had disappeared.

In the fall of that year, Si Wang's grandfather died.

He walked so suddenly that his heart stopped beating when he was taken to the hospital. Grandma was a conservative person and insisted on bringing her grandfather's body back from the hospital and laying it in the mourning hall at home for a few days. Grandpa was lying on his bed, and Si Wang's uncle helped him change into a shroud. Families huddle into cramped rooms, busily setting up statues, flowers, and incense burners.

He Qingying asked for leave to stay in the mourning hall, and her son also stayed with her all night. Grandma and her relatives took turns resting, and for a while it was just the mother and son, watching the dead old man at two o'clock in the morning. She didn't let her son get close to the body, fearing that it would deteriorate and stink if she left it at home. But Si Wang always stared at the dead man, and was not afraid of the flies that stung the corpse, and the boy's eyes were terrifying.

Everyone thought that the missing Si Mingyuan would come back and come to see it for the last time as the eldest son of the family. Until the old man was sent to the funeral home and stuffed into the cremation furnace, he still did not appear.

The next year, He Qingying's mother-in-law also died. The old man was lying on the bed before he died, and the uncle and sister-in-law rarely cared about her, but as a daughter-in-law, she often went to take care of her, bathe, wipe her body and change clothes. In the process of handling the aftermath, He Qingying also contributed the most, but her relatives at home hated her very much, and they spoke coldly from time to time. The black gauze on Si Wang's arm was decorated with red cloth, and in the face of countless strange and suspicious eyes, the boy couldn't help but shout: "Do you have a conscience? ”

The whole memorial service was quiet......

An unknown voice came from the corner: "Alas, is Mingyuan still alive?" ”

Since then, He Qingying no longer owes the Si family affection, and his son no longer has anything to do with them.

In the autumn of that year, Si Wang began to change.

There is no hot water to take a bath at home, and He Qingying takes his son to the unit to wash. When she walked out of the bathroom of the unit, her hair was not dry, and she naturally draped over her shoulders, revealing a temptation that men could not resist. A middle-aged man cast an evil look at her, Si Wang stared at the guy viciously, and he said embarrassedly: "Xiao He, this is your son?" ”

"Yes, Director." He Qingying reluctantly squeezed out a smile and pulled Si Wang's sleeve, "Wang'er, why are you staring at people like this, this is the director of our post office, hurry up and call uncle!" ”

Si Wang shook his head stubbornly: "Let him take care of his eyes first." ”

He Qingying understood what his son meant, and he didn't want to argue with him, so he lowered his head and sighed, and cleaned up the towel and shampoo in the basin.

He didn't allow anyone to come near his mother.

During the eleventh long holiday, He Qingying had to go to the post office on duty every day. One night, the new branch chief asked her to stay, take her to the restaurant for dinner, and forcibly poured her with alcohol. He said that he knew He Qingying's difficulties, her husband was missing, her life and death were unknown, it was not easy to be alone with children, and loan sharks came to her door every day. The director is going to promote her to the head of the counter, so that her income can be doubled, and maybe there is hope of paying off the debt. He praised He Qingying's beauty, this thirty-four-year-old woman, as long as she dressed up a little, she was very charming when she walked on the street. She couldn't resist until she was dazed and he said he was going to the hotel to rest. He Qingying stood up to leave, but was forcibly pulled back......

She had only returned home in the middle of the night, her hair disheveled, her collar stained with the smell of alcohol, her lips bruised, and her face frighteningly pale. The son hadn't slept yet, and had been anxiously waiting for his mother to come home, so he immediately helped her lie down and poured a cup of hot water: "Mom, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Wang'er, I'm fine, go to bed early."

Si Wang covered his mother with a thick quilt and was about to turn off the lamp in the bedroom, but found that there was a deep blood mark on her chin.

"Is that the bastard?"

"Adult's business...... Child...... Leave it ...... alone."

Before she finished speaking, Si Wang had already seen the tears in her eyes.

"Mom, your business is my business!"

He hugged his mother tightly, almost crushing the bones of the two people, until she was out of breath and said, "Wang'er, it's not what you imagined!" I didn't...... Wang'er ...... I didn't have ......"

Si Wang kissed her forehead: "Mom, don't worry, no matter what happens, Wang'er will definitely earn money to support you!" ”

The next day, He Qingying lay in bed with a high fever, and later learned that something happened that day.

Or what her colleagues told her - Si Wang rushed to the post office where his mother worked, and happened to see the obscene branch director, a nine-year-old boy who didn't know where he got his blood, directly picked up an abacus from the counter, aimed it at the guy's head and threw it over......

His head blossomed.

After the accident, He Qingying first scolded his son angrily, picked up a broom and beat him hard, but finally held him in his arms and kissed: "Wang'er, mom knows that you love me the most!" Thank you! But don't do it again! ”

She could no longer go to work at the post office, and was forced to submit her resignation report, smashing her iron job bowl for more than ten years.

Soon, Gu Qiusha suddenly knocked on the door and took away her hope.

Christmas Eve.

He Qingying stood in front of this big house for three hours, his legs numb several times, and his cheeks were about to freeze.

On the second floor, a curtain suddenly opened, and the son's undeveloped face, like a ghost reflecting the light, would shudder when anyone saw it.

She took refuge in the bushes and fled like a ghost in the grave.