Xia Zhong recalled that he was just over three years old when the incident happened, and that bloody night did not leave him with any memory, but he still remembered many things after the incident. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xia Zhong said that he slept in the yard of the neighbor's house for a long time after he was tired of playing, and when he was woken up by the neighbor and returned home, he was already separated from his parents and relatives. There were still so many blood stains on her body, and even her mother's eyes were still open in horror. Everyone around was crying, only he was young and ignorant and still playing on his own.

Neighbor Xia Bo hugged him and watched his parents and relatives converge into the coffin, and at the moment when the coffin was closed, he suddenly woke up to the fact that his parents and relatives would never see each other again, and he suddenly howled and cried, and all his memories began from this moment. Everything that had happened before that cry had been told to him by Shabber later, and he hated himself for not remembering everything that had happened before. Why did the truth that I could reach at my fingertips have a fragment of memory?

Xia Zhong told Yu Yiping that he was adopted by Xia Bo after the incident, and that Xia Bo was not much older than his father, and because the two families were very close to each other, he would play at Xia Bo's house during the incident. His family's century-old mansion was locked by Xia Bo after the crime, and he can be said to have grown up with Xia Bo after he was three years old. It wasn't until he became an adult that Xia Bo told him about the past. Two years ago, Xia Bo also died, and before he died, Xia Bo gave him a rusted key, telling him that it was the key to the door of his own house. He just opened the door of the old house, and when he opened the door, he could still feel the bloody scene of the year, the trees in the courtyard were dead, the room was covered with dust and cobwebs, the paintings on the wall were falling off, and a doll made of cloth was lying in the open space of the room, and he picked up this doll for a long time before thinking that it was his childhood toy. It was hand-sewn by my mother. He remembers holding his dolls in his hands all day long as he was a child.

He wandered around the house, thinking about many things that he didn't remember before, and once the floodgates of memory were opened, they came like a flood. He remembered his mother's appearance, his father's smile, and his grandparents' gray hair wrinkles, everything seemed to be right in front of him.

He remembered that there was a black and white dog at home, and as soon as he saw him, he pounced on him and licked his little face, and his mother would always stomp his feet to drive it away, and it would also turn around and walk away aggrievedly, lying by the door and watching Xia Zhong play. As long as Xia Zhong waved his little hand at it, it would happily run over with its tail wagging.

Everything flashed in front of Xia Zhong's eyes like a movie.

And then what? How did that bloody night begin? How did you get out of the house? How did you get to the courtyard of Xia Bo's house? He couldn't remember the slightest bit, his mind went blank.

He had tried hard to recall the memory, but he couldn't recall it anyway. He could only know everything from the mouths of his neighbors, and those words were so fragmentary that they couldn't piece together a complete picture. After many years, there are very few people who can remember what happened. People have long forgotten the killing, only he still has a heart of revenge all the time. As time passed, the burning desire for revenge did not go out, but grew stronger.