8 December 1992.

Today's weather in the town is clear, the sky is several times bluer than usual, and the peaks surrounding the town have become exceptionally green.

This year, Feng Yao has become the richest person in the town, and he is the only one in the town who has a single-family house.

On this day, Feng Yao recruited several more workers to go to Shenzhen and earned thousands of yuan to go home.

When he opened the door, he found his eight-year-old son sitting on the ground with his back to him, reading a thick hard-shell book.

"Aren't you in class?" Feng Yao was a little angry and walked behind Feng Ling's back.

"I skipped class." Feng Ling replied honestly, without the timidity and shyness of an eight-year-old child.

"You still have the face to say you skipped class?" Feng Yao turned to Feng Ling's face, and wanted to slap his ignorant son.

However, Feng Yao's slap did not continue, because Feng Yao saw that Feng Ling's face was blue and purple, Feng Ling was already injured, and Feng Yao could not add some new scars to his son.

"What's going on with your face? Got into a fight? Although Feng Yao cared about his son, Feng Yao wanted to maintain his majesty, so there was no hint of concern in his tone.

Feng Ling put down the book and shook his head: "There was no fight, I was beaten." Although Feng Ling said something that was enough to make an eight-year-old child cry all night, Feng Ling didn't seem to cry at all, let alone afraid, and he even had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Who beat me?" Feng Yao had to find out who was so bold and dared to beat his son, you must know that he now has a lot of status in the town, and no one can bully him, not even the officials of the town government.

"A lot of people, basically students in our class." Feng Ling replied very calmly.

"Why did they beat you? Did you provoke them? Feng Yao's first reaction was what Feng Ling provoked, after all, he knew his son, although Feng Ling was smart, but his personality was very eccentric, and he always couldn't get along with other children.

"They said I was a son of the devil, and that I had been born to kill my mother, and that I would harm them, so they beat me and tried to drive me away." Feng Ling still said it lightly.

When Feng Yao heard this, he sat on the ground in shock, the sweat on his forehead was frightened, he knew that Feng Ling had this kind of thing at school, it was not as simple as those children playing around, the words that those children said were not made up by themselves, they heard it when they listened to their parents chatting, that is to say, the rumor that Feng Ling was the son of the devil had spread in the town, and everyone was closely concerned and afraid of their son.

Feng Yao buried his head, not knowing how to deal with this situation.

In fact, there were rumors a long time ago that Feng Ling's birth was a demon descending into the world, when he was born, it rained heavily in the sky, and it also caused a flash flood, and Feng Ling's mother also died in childbirth, Feng Ling didn't even cry when he was born, only laughter, these are all bad signs, very unlucky.

In a traditional town, such a child is not allowed to exist at all, they try their best to get rid of this child, and it has been all thanks to Feng Yao's use of his money and connections to suppress this rumor over the years, but I didn't expect that eight years have passed, and the rumor has opened up again.

Feng Ling stood up, walked up to the anxious Feng Yao, and said to Feng Yao, "Dad, can I not go to school?" I studied all the classes from 1st to 6th grade on my own, and I felt that the teachers had nothing to teach me, and I felt that they were not qualified to teach me. ”

Feng Yao looked at his son, to be honest, he also complained a little that Feng Ling killed Ling Lian back then, but after all, Feng Ling was Ling Lian's last thought left, and this was still his own flesh and blood, even if he complained, Feng Yao would definitely protect Feng Ling, and he would not let Feng Ling be hurt by the outside world.

Although Feng Ling is a natural demon in the eyes of the outside world, in Feng Yao's opinion, Feng Ling is a prodigy at all, Feng Ling is only eight years old, his knowledge and IQ have been able to reach the level of an adult, Feng Yao has high hopes for Feng Ling, hoping that Feng Ling can do great things when he grows up, so that the town's impression of Feng Ling can be improved, so that Feng Ling can grow up more healthily.

However, now it seems that the town's dislike of Feng Ling has lost Feng Yao's control, and the people in the town pointing fingers at Feng Ling will affect Feng Ling's growth and distort Feng Ling's character, but Feng Ling's personality has become more and more eccentric.

"Okay, you study at home, whatever books you want, Dad will buy them for you." Feng Yao accepted Feng Ling's suggestion, and Feng Yao also felt that not letting Feng Ling contact with the outside world might be the best way to protect Feng Ling.

Feng Ling smiled, took out a densely written note from his pocket and handed it to Feng Yao: "I have written down the titles of all the books I wanted. ”

When Feng Yao took the note full of the title of the book written by Feng Ling, he realized that Feng Ling had already thought about studying at home, and Feng Ling had long expected that Feng Yao would agree.

Later, Feng Yao dropped Feng Ling out of school, and for the next few months, Feng Ling studied at home.

Another day, Feng Yao returned home, only to find that Feng Ling was not reading, but found Feng Ling standing at the window on the second floor, his eyes staring out of the window.

Feng Yao walked to Feng Ling's side, looked out the window with Feng Ling, and asked Feng Ling, "Son, what are you looking at?" Why haven't you read a book? ”

Feng Ling replied coldly: "I've finished reading the books at home, and I can't go out, so I'll just look outside in front of the window." ”

"I've finished reading it again." Feng Yao was surprised by Feng Ling's reading speed, "Dad will buy you some tomorrow." ”

When Feng Yao finished saying this, he noticed a figure flashing across the street outside the window, but he didn't pay much attention to it, maybe it was just someone passing by.

Feng Ling left the window, and said to Feng Yao, who was still by the window: "Dad, you don't need to buy any more books, I want you to help me buy a map of the town, although I can't go out, but I'm still curious about the outside world, I want to know about our hometown through the map." ”

As soon as he heard his son say such words, Feng Yao was a little sad.

Feng Ling is so young, he is going to live an isolated life, no friends, no relatives and friends, not even a pet, only a father who is often busy working outside can talk, what a tragic childhood this is, what is it like outside can only be understood by the map.

Feng Yao secretly made up his mind to change this situation.

So, the next day, Feng Yao did bring back a map to Feng Ling, and he also brought back another thing to Feng Ling, something that children would be happy to see when they saw it.

What Feng Yao brought back to Feng Ling was a very small corgi, and even Feng Yao felt that this cute corgi was so cute that he liked it, and Feng Ling, as an eight-year-old child, would definitely like it.

However, when Feng Ling saw the corgi, Feng Ling was not as excited as Feng Yao expected, Feng Ling just pointed to the corgi and said to Feng Yao coldly: "Dad, you brought back a superfluous thing, this is not what I want." ”

The corgi dog was bought, Feng Yao would not return the dog, and he did want to raise a dog, so he began to persuade Feng Ling: "This is what Dad wants to raise, it will become a member of our family in the future, you have to treat it better in the future." ”

"Okay." Feng Ling didn't argue, he accepted it silently.

Feng Yao took out a folded map from his satchel and handed it to Feng Ling.

Feng Ling took the map and finally smiled: "This is what I want." ”

So, Feng Ling took the map, returned to his room, and locked the door.

Feng Yao knew that his son was going to start doing research again, and at this time, he must not disturb his son.

In the next few days, Feng Ling and the corgi got along quite well, and Feng Ling would sometimes help Feng Yao feed the corgi.

However, one day, Feng Yao went home as usual, but he was frightened by the scene at home.

It turned out that the cordi and Feng Ling's harmony was just an illusion, and the corgi died.

As soon as Feng Yao opened the door, he saw the corpse of the corgi, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and the dog's blood was spilled in the living room.

Corgi didn't chop himself like this, he was chopped like this, and that person was Feng Ling, because Feng Ling was sitting next to Corgi with a bloody fruit knife in his hand.

"You... What did you do? Feng Yao hurriedly closed the door, rushed to Feng Ling's face, and snatched the fruit knife from Feng Ling's hand.

Feng Ling shrugged his shoulders and replied indifferently: "It's nothing, I recently read some biology books, and I want to study the body structure of this dog, so I have to cut open this dog's belly." ”

Feng Yao really wanted to beat Feng Ling, but he didn't, because he was scared, he really didn't expect Feng Ling to become like this, Feng Ling was only eight years old, but what Feng Ling was doing now couldn't even Feng Yao himself.

And at this time, Feng Ling even said: "The dog is dead, I don't think it can be wasted, Dad, let's eat dog meat at night, I want to taste the taste of dog meat." ”

Feng Yao didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer, Feng Ling's cruelty was beyond his imagination, eight-year-old Feng Ling became like this, if Feng Ling was more than eight years old, if he was an adult, then what else would Feng Ling do?

Feng Yao can't imagine it, maybe it can't be said that Feng Yao can't, maybe it's just that Feng Yao doesn't have the courage to imagine it, after all, Feng Ling is his own son.

Feng Yao was very scared and disappointed, at this moment, he even began to believe the rumors from the outside world, his son, the son who killed his most beloved woman, maybe it was really a scourge, maybe Feng Ling was really a demon descending into the world.