At this moment, he sat up and saw Sheng Jia looking around.

"Where is this? Where are we? If it weren't for the fact that there were no traces of binding on either of them, he even wondered if the two of them had been kidnapped again, which was not a good memory for either of them.

"Here, this is Shen Ting's home, Sheng Jiashen, welcome to come." Shen Ting put one leg on his leg and stretched out his arms towards him.

He was really saying this to him in a welcoming tone.

Sheng Jia was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, but he still couldn't help but look at the house one by one.

When he was a child, did he live here?

As if he understood something, he pushed open another bedroom, which was twice as big as the next door, and no one had cleaned it up, dirty, messy, and even a little musty, the walls were dark, and there were a lot of posters with a sense of age, all of which were stars in revealing clothes.

"This is Shen Heng's room?"

"You guessed it." Shen Ting nodded expressionlessly.

Sheng Jiashen didn't look any further, closed the door again, and looked out of the window of the living room, and the outside was directly facing the street, and even looked a little familiar.

He took a deep breath, his head still hurting a little, and he only tried to keep himself awake.

He turned around and walked in front of Shen Ting, "I know you've had a hard time all these years, come home with me, and our family will get better." ”

"No, just by imagining, just looking at this living environment, you can't understand what kind of life I lived, show you the photos of me when I was a child, Tang Yi can't investigate."

Shen Ting got up, took out a thin photo album from the drawer of the TV coffee table, and threw it to him.

Sheng Jiashen raised his hand to catch it, and frowned again.

The album looks new, it should have been prepared, but the photos in it are very old and there are not many.

The photos are arranged chronologically, and when Sheng Jiashen first looked at it, his breathing stopped a little.

In the photo, the little boy was covered in dirt, kneeling on the ground with his legs curled, his ears were bleeding, and the upper half of his face was covered with terrible scars, which were burn marks, not growing well, faintly still drenching blood, the little boy had no eyebrows, he only had a pair of big black grape-like eyes, looking ahead in fear.

Sheng Jiashen almost couldn't believe that this would be Shen Ting.

He didn't recognize him at all.

He glanced at the photo, and then looked up at Shen Ting's now, his face should have undergone many repair surgeries, except for some shallow scars on the brow bone and forehead, it had been restored to its original appearance.

It's just, how long did he wear a mask in order to change back to the present?

He held the astringency in his throat and continued to look back, the little boy was growing up, he was wearing a white mask, his eyes were not as clear as the previous one, he even felt that he could see his despair and misanthropy in the eyes of this photo.

Yes, he is disgusted with the world.

Looking at the age of this photo, it should be when I was in elementary school, and my classmates must not be friendly enough.

Sheng Jiashen suddenly remembered the variety show he participated in, the taciturn, autistic, autistic, and vindictive classmate Sheng with a vengeful personality.

His heart was pounding.

As he guessed at the beginning, this is really a portrayal of Shen Ting's life!

Did he ever have such dark thoughts?

Shen Ting's photos are really few, only five, and the young man in the back wears a black hat and a black mask to school, and the whole person is shrouded in a kind of gloom, as if forming a net of protected areas.