Xiaobai soon woke up.

When she woke up this time, Bai Wanqing obviously seemed to be a different person. She sat quietly on the edge of his bed, but she gave people a completely different feeling than before.

She looked at him coldly, without a trace of emotion in her eyes:

"I'll train you from today onwards!"

Xiao Bai was stunned, but soon understood what Bai Wanqing meant by "training".

He didn't say he agreed, nor did he say he didn't agree, because since Bai Wanqing said it, he wouldn't allow him to express his own opinion.

What's more, from the bottom of his heart, he accepted such an arrangement.

Because it seems that only in this way can he get closer to Bai Wanqing's heart.

It's just that at this moment, at the age of thirteen, the light in his eyes is more and more beyond this age, and he is dull and dumb.

……

In the underground shooting range of the villa, the "Desert Eagle" in Xiaobai's hand glowed with a black and cold light under the light.

A shuttle bullet was lighted, and the hair hit the bull's-eye.

He took off his earmuffs and looked at the numbers displayed on the electronic screen in front of him, but he did not get any satisfaction.

He hung his head in a dejected manner, and his slender fingers squeezed hard little by little.

Only he knows that his emptiness and loneliness can be healed by only one person.

Spring goes to autumn, and the summer solstice passes in the east.

In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed.

The thirteen-year-old boy had grown into a resolute and tough boy, and his height was taller than Bai Wanqing. Seven years of high-intensity training has made his body extremely strong.

His gaze is no longer full of immaturity, but a little more, the maturity of a man.

In seven years, he followed Bai Wanqing to accept the commission, and for the first time, he picked up the gun and aimed it at someone. For the first time, I regarded other people's lives as a mistake. He didn't ask the reason, he didn't care about good or evil, just because of Bai Wanqing, he was covered with blood again and again.

And the years don't seem to have left traces on Bai Wanqing's body.

She was still as young and beautiful as when he first saw her in the orphanage, but in front of him, she would never show a gentle and beautiful smile again.

Her eyes grew colder, and her behavior became more domineering.

In seven years, she would still beat him, scold him, and even get worse and harder every time. But in his heart, he gradually developed strange feelings for such a woman who gave his relatives and home, and depended on him for his life.

It's just that he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to express it.

He just wanted to maintain such a simple, peaceful relationship.

She was the only one in her life, and so was he.

Originally, Xiaobai thought that maybe in this life, he would stay with Bai Wanqing like this, whether it was killing people or doing evil, as long as it was her, as long as there was her, it would be enough.

But there are some things that can't be controlled at all.

The gratitude and fear of the year, after the tempering of the years, unconsciously turned into a longing.

That's what a man desires for a woman!

A spark is enough to start a prairie fire!

Suddenly, seven years of training made his keen sense of touch feel that there was a person approaching behind him at this moment, and he instinctively picked up the gun and looked at the woman who appeared behind him with an expressionless face.

The woman's eyebrows are like flowers, and the smile on the corner of her mouth is like a poppy with deadly magic.

Xiaobai was stunned for a moment.

She...... No! She's not her!

Today's Bai Wanqing will no longer smile at him like this. Or rather, in real life, no!

Only in dreams!

In uncontrollable dreams again and again, it will be like this.

So, is this still a dream?

Even if it's a dream, he doesn't want to wake up.

His deep eyes looked at her quietly, and she slowly raised her right hand, which had been clenched into a fist, under his gaze.

He said:

"What's in your hand?"

Bai Wanqing smiled and spread out her hand, with a silver pistol spread out in her palm, sharp and glowing with a silver cold light.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes:

"Do what?"

She still laughs:

"If you hit yourself, I'll take off a piece of clothing!"

His body stiffened slightly:

"What if it hits the heart?"

She laughed even harder:

"Then do it!"

As she spoke, she stepped forward, hooked her other hand around his neck, and shoved the silver pistol in her other hand into his palm:

"Fight, haven't you always wanted me?"

He pushed her away with a ferocity, and almost without hesitation, slammed the bullet into his body.

Blood poured out through his skin in an instant, red and bewitching, but he didn't feel a trace of pain. You can't even feel the burning heat of the bullet piercing through the flesh and bones.

Her laughter echoed in her ears, and she gently unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her smooth, delicate skin, faintly glowing in the light.

He was still fighting, and finally hit him in the neck, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

He picked her up directly, put her on the shooting table, tore roughly, penetrated hard, and once and again, as if he had exhausted all the strength in his life, he was venting and complaining.

But why, his body, his heart, it still seems that there is still a huge hole, and he can't fill it no matter how he penetrates and enters.

The yellow bullet in his neck had bounced out, and with his movements, it shook in the light with a charming, cold sheen.

As if, it was a mockery of him.

He finally understood.

Why does a bullet not hurt when it hits the body, why does it hit the heart, but he can't die.

Because, it's still a dream.

Because, only in a dream, would she show such a smile to the humble him. will satisfy his more and more irrepressible desires and hopes buried in the bottom of his heart.

Her voice rang in his ears like a spell.

"You're just a child I adopted from an orphanage, and you deserve me?"

He snapped his eyes open, the sheets were soaked with sweat, and his eyes were dark and deep, but deep and hollow.

Sure enough, it was a dream!

Today is his twentieth birthday.

Originally, he didn't remember his birthday, and that day seemed like a nightmare and hell to him.

But Bai Wanqing gave him a new name, a new life, and a new birthday.

The day she brought him back from the orphanage was his birthday.

In the past seven years, no matter how indifferent Bai Wanqing usually is to him, as long as this day comes, she and he seem to have returned to the day seven years ago, she will smile at him gently, make longevity noodles for him with her own hands, and accompany him through this special day.

I don't know why, at this moment, he suddenly remembered the dream just now.

He's going crazy!

He doesn't want to, he only wants to be a relative and a family member with her!

He wants, be her man!

Own her, hug her, enter her, torture her!

He got up with a blank face, went into the bathroom to take a shower, changed his clothes and went out.

He didn't see Bai Wanqing in the villa, but he wasn't worried at all, because in the past seven years, as long as it was today, Bai Wanqing would not accept any tasks and commissions.

She would spare time to spend time with him.

He went out, drove the car, and came to the city.

He wanted to buy himself a cake.

The shadow of the year has slowly scabbed in the bottom of his heart, and he will no longer reject or even dislike the cake.

When he entered the cake shop, the clerk introduced him attentively, but he didn't have much interest, he came to buy it just because she liked to eat.

Ordered one of her favorite flavors, and the moment she walked out of the cake shop, someone suddenly shouted behind her:

"Winston?"

Winston?

Xiaobai was unfamiliar and stunned for a moment, this name, how long has it been, no one has called it anymore.

Oh, by the way, it seems that since I was with Bai Wanqing, this name has never been used again. It seems that people have forgotten Winston back then, and only remember Bai Hanyu today.

When he looked sideways, he saw a young man with flaxen hair, turquoise eyes, and a police uniform standing behind him.

For a moment, the memory flowed, and he remembered him.

That's a little boy named Hunter.

That, the little boy who made him notice Bai Wanqing.

"Winston? It's really you! You've changed so much, I almost can't admit it! Do you remember me? Hunt, Hunt of the Horlens Orphanage! ”

Hunter seemed to be pleased, stepped forward and grabbed Xiaobai's hand and began to chatter.

Xiaobai silently withdrew his hand without a trace, he had never liked this kind of touch.

Except, of course, only one person!

The one he longed for, but couldn't get!

"I remember!" Hunter's blue eyes flashed: "You are still the same as before, so untalkative." ”

As he spoke, Hunter noticed the cake in Xiaobai's hand:

"Someone's birthday?

I remember your birthday wasn't on this day! Yes! I see, is it the birthday of that beautiful mother? ”

Mom?

Such a title made Xiaobai's eyes cross a touch of yin.

Hunter was stunned, and for some reason, he had a creepy feeling.

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, he hurriedly took out the notebook and pen he carried with him, wrote a large string of numbers, and then stuffed them into Xiaobai's pocket as if he was afraid of rejection:

"This is my phone number, we will keep in touch with it often in the future, there has been no news since you left.

By the way, I'm a cop now, and—"

Hunter said, suddenly lowering his voice:

"I found your family's file back then, and I just found some clues, let's find a time to sit down and have a good chat."

Xiaobai was still expressionless, and the little boy in front of him made him look a little distant and unfamiliar.

It's ironic, now, he is a killer, and the other party has become a policeman!

As for the events of the year?

He's forgotten it all. But he didn't throw the phone number in his pocket.

Pursing his lips, Xiaobai just nodded slightly, and then turned around to leave.

He only took two steps, but as if he had suddenly thought of something, he stopped, turned his back to Hunter and whispered:

"She's not my mother!"

Hunter: "......? ”

"She's my woman!"

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