In the early morning, as promised, the sun shone down, dispelling the cold of winter, and the noisy cold wind calmed down a little. Chen Yulai hesitated to get up in bed, she was going to tutor Yang Xinnan today. Chen Yu is a punctual person, and this kind of thing about oversleeping in bed basically does not appear to her. But today, she wanted to try.

As soon as she thought of yesterday's tutor, she felt a chill down her spine, Yang Xinnan's well-behaved made her feel weird, but Yang Heng and Lan Shishi seemed to be happy about it. Chen Yu remembered that when taking over this job, Yang Heng told her that Yang Xinnan used to be a thorn, addicted to online games, spent money like running water, and was still the boss of a small gang, and was sent to a college for two years to renovate.

What kind of academy is it? has this kind of magic that makes a gentleman who has been having fun for more than ten years become so polite, even a little groveling. Chen Yu suddenly became a little interested, she got up single, did not wash, sat in front of the computer to search for some information of the academy.

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The sun is gradually moving upwards and shining diligently, but it is winter, and even in the south, the temperature will plummet in winter, especially on such cloudy days when the clouds are thick. The wind was like a flood that burst its banks, blowing vigorously, brutally through clothes, and raging on people's bodies.

Yang Xinnan looked at Yang Heng and Lan Shishi, who were standing straight, and then looked at the sun looming in the sky, shook his head with some dissatisfaction, he pointed to a shadow place that was blocked by the eaves, and said with a smile: "The sun is too hot, go to that place to stand?"

Yang Heng looked in that direction, and his face instantly turned black, and his face was like dead ashes. He and Lan Shishi were only wearing a thin pajamas, and they had been standing for more than an hour in the cold weather, and their bodies were already frozen, if it weren't for those few rays of sunlight that fell from time to time, the two of them might have fallen long ago.

Yang Heng hesitated, he longed to find a trace of possibility that could be reversed from Yang Xinnan's eyes, but the reality was cruel, Yang Xinnan's eyes only had cold majesty. Yang Heng stretched out his hand and pulled Lalan Shishi, his hard-working wife was on the verge of collapse, unkempt, like a madman. She numbly followed Yang Heng, moving step by step.

"Give you ten seconds, within ten seconds, whoever can't walk there and stand up, don't eat lunch for both of you, stand for me until I shout stop!" Yang Xinnan frowned and shouted. Yang Heng's face changed, and he was about to run away when he picked up Lan Shishi, who knew that Lan Shishi, who wanted to collapse herself, couldn't react at all, and fell down as soon as she dragged it.

Seeing this, Yang Heng hurriedly squatted down to pick up Lan Shishi, and as soon as he got up, Yang Xinnan had already counted to ten. Yang Heng froze in place, looking at Yang Xinnan's slightly playful smile, and the suppressed anger was ignited again.

"Tsk, I'm sorry, ten seconds have passed, what a pity! You're missing out on a hearty lunch. I've got you covered with my favorite braised pork trotters and sauce bones! Yang Xinnan said with a smile.

Yang Heng's chest rose and fell violently, his anger was unbearable, and he instantly broke through his reason, and he roared angrily: "Yang Xinnan! You are my son, no matter what you become, you can't change this fact, I'm fed up, you can kill me if you have the ability! Come on! Kill me! To be an unfilial son who kills his father, do you have a good conscience? ”

Yang Xinnan glanced at him, his eyes seemed to be looking at a fool, "I'm a regular academy here, and I can't do this kind of thing like killing, but you are provoking me and provoking the rules here, so punishment is necessary." After a week of confinement, come in, take them down, one into my bedroom, one into the master bedroom, I think they'll love it. ”

The servant who was beaten to the ground had already bandaged his wound at this moment, and when he heard Yang Xinnan's order, he ran over and stepped forward to grab Yang Heng and his wife. Who knew that Yang Heng was angry and attacked, regardless of it, he stepped forward and kicked this injured and defenseless servant to the ground, "Get out!" You are my servant, you eat me, drink me, live in me, you dare to ......"

"You dare? What do you dare? What do you think I dare to do? Yang Xinnan grabbed Yang Heng's neck and let the words stuck in his throat. Yang Heng opened his mouth and breathed hard, his neck was squeezing with a huge force, and the green tendons were on the shareholders, as if they were about to explode. Yang Heng's hands gradually lost their strength, and he could no longer hold Lan Shishi in his arms, so he could only let her fall.

"Take it down." Yang Xinnan shook his hand casually, threw Yang Heng, who was about to suffocate, aside, and said coldly.

The maid nodded and dragged Yang Heng and Lan Shishi away.

Yang Xinnan held the teaching stick and waved it into the air, "Father, unfilial, how many times have I said it, I am now an instructor, an instructor!" ”

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The maid dragged the couple through the corridor cautiously, for fear that if they had done something wrong, they would cause trouble again. Pushing open the bedroom door, the maid didn't dare to take a second look, and after quickly throwing the person in, he left, and his intuition told him that the bedroom was no longer the comfortable and warm nest it used to be, and perhaps it had already been transformed into a cell by Yang Xinnan.

The maid's instinct was right.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Heng woke up, his consciousness was recovering with the opening of his eyes, and the pain and exhaustion in his body became clear, he couldn't help but moan, and almost fainted again. If he knew what was going to happen next, she would have wished she had fainted forever and never woken up.

It was a dimly lit room, with only four corners of four butter lamps dancing with yellow flames, providing a little light to the room. The room was large, surrounded by dusty walls, except for a small window and a door in one wall, which were locked and separated from the outside world by bars. Other than that, there was nothing else in this room, no furniture, not even a bed, Yang Heng could only sleep on the hard and cold floor.

Yang Heng sighed and sat up from the ground, just a simple action, but it touched his countless pain nerves, and the vibration of every muscle was enough to make him scream in pain. Even so, Yang Heng gritted his teeth and sat up, he had to move, because he was too cold, and his thin body couldn't stop the coldness of the floor at all, lying down just now gave him the illusion of falling into an ice cellar.

While moving his hands and feet to keep warm, he said to himself: "It will be fine, no matter what happens, I am his father, as long as I find a chance, I must send him back and reform well." How dare to do such a rebellious thing, how can there be such a person in this world......"

As he spoke, Yang Heng was a little tired and bored, after all, he was the only one in the whole room, and he couldn't even find mice and cockroaches. He curled up and shrank into the corner, watching the flames in a daze, time gradually passing, silently, quietly, making people gradually forget the concept of time. Yang Heng fell asleep, just leaning against the wall, resting his head on his knees, and a slight snoring sound came from it.

Not long after, Yang Heng woke up in a daze, a chill rose, making him feel excited, he was very curious, why this fire had no temperature at all, and he was still awakened by the cold sitting under the fire. Soon, Yang Heng, who woke up, heard the wail of his stomach, he was hungry, breakfast was consumed early after such a morning of tossing, hunger and cold tormented him. It was the first time in his first year of growing up that he had felt hunger so clearly, even when he was a child.

At that time, the whole family was starving, sitting around the kang, the father would hold him and blow him the old cow, and the mother would knit sweaters and tear down the stage while he was knitting. At that time, the kerosene lamp was reluctant to light, and the whole house was pitch black at night, but Yang Heng was not afraid at all. And now, Yang Heng not only felt cold physically, but also trembled psychologically.

Yang Heng hugged himself tightly, his hands kept rubbing on his arms, exuding a faint heat, but it could only make the surface of his body feel warm, and the psychological cold could not be dispelled at all.

The room was too big, too spacey, too lonely.

Yang Heng took a deep breath, he wanted to persevere, he thought to himself: It's just lonely, just endure it and it will pass.

But he didn't realize that he didn't want to talk subconsciously, this is the horror of loneliness, which will slowly deprive you of the communication skills you should have as a human being, and let you gradually become independent from the crowd.

When people really calm down, they will find that the passage of time is actually very blurry. Without the ticking sound of the clock and the representation of specific numbers, human beings cannot accurately feel the passage of time, just like in ancient times, people observed the celestial phenomena and predicted the time There is also a large deviation, not to mention that in this room, the so-called celestial phenomena only have an unchanged gray ceiling.

A day passed.

Two days passed.

Three days, four days, five days passed.

There wasn't a single person, not even the one who delivered the food. Yang Heng thought, why didn't he starve to death? That's the only thing he's thinking about at the moment. Because he wanted to die, he wanted to lie down on the ground immediately and whimper, but it backfired, he had not eaten for five days, except for the growing hunger, he had no sign of death, and even his consciousness was very clear, because of this, he could feel loneliness so deeply.

He felt like he had fallen into an abyss, an abyss of despair, surrounded by silence and only a dim light. This light, which should have been hope, seemed to him to be extremely hateful at this moment. The light made him see more clearly, more aware of how terrible this place was, how tormented his life was.

Yang Heng's eyes were red and swollen, his face was stained with tears, the freshly broken wound on his head was still oozing blood, his expression was dull, and his eyes did not have the slightest brilliance, only monotonous black and white. Now he seems to have forgotten his existence and become a living dead.