"Anyway, maybe you think that no one will listen to you, and they won't believe you, or you're afraid that after you say it, you will be treated as a monster, but I want you to know now that I will believe everything you say, and you don't have to say anything to paint me a picture of what happened to your father that day, what happened in the lake, what you saw."

The child is still immersed in painting.

"Okay, it's okay, this one is for you." Zhang Meng drew a stick figure with an obviously immature brush, pointed to the person on the painting and said, "Hehe, this is me and my lover." If the child can read it, he will see that the person with the stick figure is Zhang Meng and Ruan Jincheng, who is talking to his mother next to him.

Ruan Jincheng, who stayed by Xi Yu's side, was also chatting to get more information.

"Since his father's accident, this kid hasn't said a word, and like me, he just keeps his head down in painting." Xi Yu looked at Xiao Yu, who was immersed in his own world, full of distress.

"Well, yes, we heard, I'm sorry, what did the doctor say?"

"Traumatic sequelae."

"That must not be easy for the two of you." Ruan Jincheng remembered the days when only father and son depended on each other since childhood.

"We moved to my dad's house, and he helped us a lot." Xi Yu sighed, a little choked, "But it's true...... A child without a father...... Whenever I think of what Xiao Yu experienced at that time, what he saw......"

Zhang Meng, who walked back to the two of them, opened his mouth to comfort: "The child is actually very strong, his current appearance is just a kind of self-regulation, he is healing himself." ”

"I guess maybe it's like you said. Thinking about it this way, we're all going to be a little better. Do you know, Xiao Yu used to be very lively, even a little difficult to discipline, it can be said that it is really difficult to get along with him quietly, but now he is sitting there drawing and playing with toy soldiers, and he can keep it so quiet all day, I just hope ......"

Xi Yu suddenly saw Xiao Yu take the initiative to come over, and was a little surprised: "Baby, is there anything wrong with you coming over?" ”

Xiao Yu didn't answer his mother's question, but handed the painting in his hand to Zhang Meng, and then turned to leave. A colorful house is drawn on the paper.

"Thank you!" This flattered Zhang Meng.

Xi Yu also wondered that his son would be so proactive to a stranger.

Inside the Wen family's villa.

Wen Lei, the father of the drowning woman, sat on the sofa with blank eyes, immersed in the grief of his daughter's drowning, and the TV was on, but no one watched it.

"Daddy, it's time for you to eat." The youngest son said, "You haven't eaten since you came back from the lake. Shall I go and make dinner? ”

Wen Lei didn't give any reaction, still lying numb, as if he was a corpse.

The youngest son was helpless, and even if he didn't get a response, he decided to make something hot for his father to pad his hunger.

The youngest son washes the fish in the kitchen and scrapes the scales, after all, he has lived near the water since he was a child, and he has long been handy at handling fish.

The faucet that was on the side suddenly made a strange noise.

After the sound, I saw that the water that was originally white flowers became a little muddy. The youngest son frowned, could it be that there was something wrong with the purifier? Reach out and turn off the faucet.

But after turning off the faucet, the sewer pipe actually made a gurgling sound, and after a while, black water poured up from the sewer pipe. Moreover, the posture of the black water is becoming more and more turbulent, and there is some meaning of spurting.

The youngest son was stunned by this scene, and the whole kitchen was filled with a fishy smell because of the black water.

In a few moments, the sink was filled with black water.