Dowling woke up and looked at the snow-white ceiling and chandelier overhead, his first impression was that this was not his home, because Dowling's home did not have such a luxurious chandelier, and the only lighting tool in his home was an oil lamp, and the only function of the oil lamp was to look at Daozang at night. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Frowning at the unfamiliar environment he was in, looking at the luxurious decorations in the room, Dowling was a little unsure of where he was.

He remembered that before he fell into a coma, he was sitting on the top of the mountain where the Taoist temple was located, and he wanted to use the first ray of yang energy at sunrise to wish himself to break through the limitations of heaven and man and truly step into the ranks of qi practitioners.

But the result was to trigger a certain force in the underworld, and a daytime thunder fell from the sky and fell on the top of Dowling's head, causing Dowling to fall into a coma in an instant, and woke up in this extremely luxuriously furnished room.

got out of bed and was just about to stand up, Dowling only felt his body stumble and almost fell to his knees, if he hadn't held on to a computer chair at hand in time, then he would have fallen to the ground this time.

"Why is this body so weak, and this hand, why is it ...... It's going to be so white, what's going on, ...... the hell I"

Before he could come up with a reason, Dowling saw him in the floor-to-ceiling mirror facing him, it was a fair-skinned, clear-eyed young man, but his body was thin, his energy was not high, and he looked like he had been sick in bed for a long time, and the young man in the mirror looked horrified, as if he couldn't believe that he would be like this in the mirror.

Reaching out and touching his face that was already completely unfamiliar, Dowling finally determined that his body was no longer the same body it used to be.

"What's going on? Through? Or is it recorded in the Taoist collection...... Snatching? ”

Reluctantly standing up, Dowling wanted to get out of the room to see what it was, but before Dowling could take a few steps, his head suddenly became in sharp pain, and at the same time, a large number of unfamiliar memories poured into Dowling's mind, causing Dowling, who was already weak, to fall unconscious again.

As if he was watching a biographical movie, Dowling watched the life of the owner of his body, the first seventeen years old, from the perspective of the audience.

At this time, Dowling learned that the owner of his body was called Grant Wang, a Chinese American living in the United States, whose father was unknown, and his mother took him to remarry a white rich man, in Dowling's words, a drag oil bottle.

Grant has a completely unrelated brother above him, an older sister, and a half-brother below, but for Grant, these three siblings are the same, and they look down on him from the bottom of their bones, and the reason for this naturally comes from Grant's stepfather who has always regarded him as a burden.

As for Grant's mother, she also loved her son very much, but the subtle environment and the birth of a new child made Grant's mother gradually alienate him, perhaps in her heart, Grant was already a burden.

Growing up in this environment, Grant gradually became introverted and cautious, but this did not allow him to live to adulthood, leave the family that suffocated him, and officially become independent outside.

Just because Grant was in the way of his unrelated brother, he pushed him down the stairs, and afterwards left the matter all aside, saying that Grant himself fell down the stairs.

Those who knew about it helped him hide it, and those who didn't know about it chose to believe Grant's brother's words, and in the end, he just let a family doctor show him and let him fend for himself in his room, except for the occasional maid who came in to feed Grant some water, and the rest of the people didn't exist at all.

As if the movie was over, Dowling gradually woke up from his coma.

At this time, an oriental woman with still charm was sitting on the edge of Dowling's bed, looking at him with a little worry.

The movie-like memories he saw in his coma just now made Dowling completely receive all the memories of Grant in the past seventeen years, so he looked at the charming oriental woman in front of him, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Mother, you are here." ”

Looking at the son in front of her who was left behind because of impulsiveness when she was young, Yao Zhenxue felt pity, disgust, and love from blood, she didn't know that her son was not doing well in this family, but for Yao Zhenxue, there are some things that can only be regarded as not visible.

Reaching out and touching the cheeks that still had bruises on Daolin's face, Yao Zhenxue sighed lightly and said, "Grant, be careful in the future, don't fall down the stairs." ”

Looking at his mother, I don't know if it's because of the seizure of the crossing, or because of the fusion of memories, Dao Lin really has a mother-like affection for Yao Zhenxue, but because of this, for many things, Dao Lin is even more intolerant.

Yao Zhenxue patted the back of Daolin's hand, stood up, and prepared to leave Daolin's room, his husband was still staring at her outside, and there was soon a drinking party for the two of them to attend.

Just as Yao Zhenxue opened the door, she suddenly heard Dowling, who was lying on the bed behind her, say to her, "Mother, do you know that John pushed me down the stairs?" ”

Hearing this, Yao Zhenxue's body stiffened slightly, and then she turned to look at Al, and said a little reluctantly: "Grant, don't talk nonsense, you obviously fell by yourself, how could it be that John pushed you down, John is your brother, how could he do such a thing." ”

Listening to Yao Zhenxue's words, Daolin inexplicably surged a sad emotion in his heart, he dragged his weak body to stand up from the bed, walked to Yao Zhenxue's side and looked at her, and said word by word: "Mother, you don't know about this matter, so when I was eight years old, the pet dog I raised, Doni, was killed with a knife, do you know about it."

If you don't know about this, then when I was eleven years old, do you know that half of the fifty dollars I earned from my hard work were burned by someone and deliberately placed on my desk?

If you don't know about this, then when I was thirteen years old, vitamin supplements were replaced with sleeping pills, do you know about this?

If I don't know yet, I've been beaten up outside, do you know who led the way? I'm called a mongrel and a brute, you know? I once tried to kill myself, you know? If you don't know anything...... So, are you really my mother? ”