The pink walls, pink ceilings, pink sheets, white clothes, the smell of disinfectant and fluorescent lights in the hospital are like a cold winter at any time, so Liu Yaoyong has no sense of time for the season in reality, but it seems that visitors are wearing long-sleeved jumpers suitable for early spring, and middle-aged doctors are wearing thin shirts, which do not look like they can move in the ice and snow. Well, it's still spring outside the hospital. Although it was late at night, it may have been that the flowers were blooming somewhere, and the air outside the hospital had a sweet aroma, with a warmth, wet, gently brushing the skin.

Liu Yaoyong tossed and turned, and he asked himself, how long have I been locked up within the walls of this hospital? Days, months, years? The terrible scene he recalled, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, so it should be spring. Therefore, whenever a sweet fragrance wafts from the other end of the night, it makes him feel a little uneasy.

Is this the fragrance of peach blossoms? Perhaps, at the end of the night, the female ghost with a twisted face was waiting for him under the peach blossom tree. However, if he had to choose one or the other, he would still choose to leave rather than stay in the hospital.

"What month is it? ……"

"It's March, just a few days later."

The man who walked before him replied without looking back. Liu Yaoyong didn't even know her name. It was a young woman, but when I saw her face, I felt that it would be similar.

The man said that his name was Liu Yaoyong, and she was his sister, named Liu Xijun. As long as she is his signing guarantor, he can leave immediately. But Liu Yaoyong always felt that there seemed to be something else hidden. They seem to be more than just siblings.

But he figured it didn't matter. No matter who Liu Yaoyong is, no matter what will happen to the place where the woman takes him, as long as he can leave this hospital. As long as he can stay away from the smell of disinfectant that has penetrated his whole body, even if he is called dead, he is willing.

Stepping out of the side door of the hospital, Liu Xijun suddenly asked:

"Can't you sleep?"

Changing the tone of voice when talking to the doctor just now, the woman's tone was rude and straightforward. But he thought it was better. Because he was tired of the politeness and smirk that those people were talking about, and he didn't know what they were thinking.

"I can't sleep well."

He also replied in the same tone.

"How do you know?"

"You have dark circles under your eyes."

He, or Liu Yaoyong, was a little unhappy. His unrecognizable face was already ugly enough, and with dark circles under his eyes, it was simply ugly. He, although Liu Yaoyong in the photo is also a boy and has the same face, where is the spirit, the whole person is a hundred times more beautiful than him. He lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

"Why do you cover your face?"

"I don't want to ...... Be seen by others. "

"Why don't you want to be seen?"

"Because, he's so ugly."

"Who said that?"

The woman asked him in a very stern tone, and he cowered in fright. But something suddenly came to mind. That's right, someone once said it to him.

You're ugly - inside and out.

Because you look like her, you're ugly - ugly to the depths of your soul.

He's ugly—dirty.

That's why he abandoned her.

Whose voice is it? He didn't know. But...... It was his familiar voice, a curse that lingered in his ears like a painful, mournful, creepy voice like blood spitting out of his throat.

The voice disgusted him. He wanted to shout, "Say no more." "I want to cover my ears with my hands and flee quickly. However, he couldn't. Because, if he does it, it will make that person even sadder. He didn't want to make that person sad. But there was nothing he could do but listen to the voice quietly.

You're ugly --

Because you look like him, you're ugly—

He's ugly—

That's why he abandoned him—

She hates—

She hated the woman for snatching him-

Hate that woman who is prettier than him-

That night, they hitchhiked to a large hotel to stay.

Why not go home?

Not right now.

Liu Yaoyong didn't say a word in the car and in the hotel lobby, but when he entered the room and only the two of them were left, he suddenly asked Liu Xijun a lot of things in a serious tone. Regarding the terrible dream he had, he didn't even say anything about the doctor and the psychiatrist, but told Liu Xijun without reservation.

Halfway through speaking, his heart suddenly beat so fast that he suddenly felt dazed. Because, he was afraid that Liu Xijun would suspect that he had not really lost his memory. When he was in the hospital before, they asked him a lot of questions, as if he was lying.

But Liu Xijun doesn't seem to doubt it. Although like a psychiatrist, he asked a bunch of questions for him to answer, but he would not show a perfunctory smile to Liu Yaoyong, nor would he say some insincere and obedient words. The woman listened to him with a look of seriousness that bordered on fright. When he said that he was frightened because of a terrible dream, or had a headache, but he couldn't do anything, Liu Xijun also showed a very painful expression, as if he could empathize.

After discovering this, he liked Liu Xijun even more. Even though Liu Xijun is not his sister, she cares for him more sincerely than doctors and psychiatrists. Since she thought about him and made him remember as much as she could, he had to think hard. Although he was afraid to reminisce about the past, even though memories would make him hear the voice that called him ugly, like a curse, it made him feel very bad, and he felt that death or liberation was borne.

In the end, he still couldn't recall much. The first thing that came to mind was the petals and the women who were as terrible as ghosts, and then everything disappeared with a sound like fireworks. It's like a TV malfunction, which "snaps" into pitch black and you can't see anything.

He was so sad and annoyed that he couldn't help but shed tears.

"My skull is broken."

Hearing him say this, Liu Xijun immediately comforted him.

"It's not like that. You can't say that. "

"If memories make people feel scared, painful, and painful, people will choose to forget. Because, if you don't do that, you can't live. "

"Are you the same?"

"I guess so."

Liu Yaoyong, he was glad that someone said that his skull was not broken, but he still didn't understand it. The woman under the flowers may have scared him, but why did he forget his own home, even his parents?

"Liu Xijun, are you from our parents?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me how I almost died? Where are my parents now? Why didn't they come and pick me up? "

"It's up to you to remember these things."

Liu Xijun turned his face away when he spoke, and did not look at him.

"But I forgot everything. Does this mean that I can't live if I don't forget my father? "

Liu Xijun didn't answer immediately, but the woman showed a painful expression, as if she was very annoyed. After a long while, Liu Xijun answered, but did not seem to answer his question directly.

"Maybe someone did something wrong. She originally wanted to help you, but it seems that she has taken it upon herself to pull you into her world and put the burden she bears on you. If forgetting yesterday is not a curse but a grace for you, then you should not continue to remember. "

"Liu Xijun, what are you talking about, I don't understand......"

Liu Xijun turned his head and looked at him again. Her face was pale, as if she were wearing a formidable mask.

"Do you get a headache when you recall? Isn't it scary to recall? "

"My head hurts and I'm scared. But if I don't know anything, what the hell am I going to do? "

He asked aloud.

"Do you want me to forget what happened before, not to know who I really am, to live in the white walls of that hospital? It's not a life at all, and if I had to live like this, I'd just die. If you know, just let me know. Who the hell am I? Where the hell has my family gone? "

Liu Xijun finally spit out two words, "tomorrow".

"Like you, I'm always looking for the truth. I also want to know where my parents came from and what they were thinking. What really happened that day? Tomorrow, maybe the truth will be revealed. "

"Tomorrow?"

"It's not necessarily directly related to your vanished memories, but it's not unrelated. If it can bring back other memories for you - no, it's too early to tell. "

He couldn't understand what Liu Xijun said at all, but he still chased after him.

Liu Xijun ...... Sister, do you think that once I regain my memory, it will be a hundred times more painful than now? "

"Yes. I was mentally prepared that knowing the truth could be more painful than not knowing. "

"Then I can bear it. I don't want to go back to that hospital. I have to rely on myself to remember the past, and I can't rely on my people, can I? "

"That's right. Whether or not it can bring back your memories, I apologize to you. Because, only I can do it. "

Liu Yaoyong didn't understand, why did Liu Xijun apologize to him? Is that what he wants to remember? But he didn't ask any more questions, and although he couldn't sleep, he still lay on the bed and closed his eyes. Even if you close your eyes, as soon as you breathe, you can feel that this is not a hospital, and there is no longer the nasty smell of disinfectant water. When he woke up, it was tomorrow, and the gray curtain that blocked him was about to open.

"Tomorrow."

He confirmed quietly.

"Tomorrow, the truth will be revealed, right?"

Liu Xijun nodded without saying a word.

Tomorrow? Yu Zujia and I glanced at each other and knew that the other party had also thought of a possibility. In order to understand the truth of what happened here on the day of the crime, we encouraged him to continue with our eyes.

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Liu Yaoyong's face was as pale as death, but he continued.

When we got from the hospital to the hotel, we took a taxi, but this morning, Liu Xijun took me on the bus. There was no one on the bus, and the bus staggered through the streets, rampage, boom, boom. But my mind couldn't be still, and my mind was in turmoil. I didn't dare to open my eyes, but as soon as I closed them, I felt dizzy again.

Could it be that I, who is said to be delicate and expensive, have taken this kind of bus before? When I try to recall, my mind immediately becomes confused, does that mean I shouldn't recall? Will there be terrible truths waiting for me when I regain my memory? Is it because the facts are so terrible that I choose to forget?

Thinking of this, various scenes began to flash in my mind again. The peach blossoms that are falling one after another, the other end of the peach blossom petals, the face of a woman in a lounge dress, a woman who is twisted like a ghost. Perhaps, that's the woman I call Mommy.

My mother was always gentle and considerate, but at the moment she was glaring at me with a fierce face. Why?

I remembered it because I wasn't well-behaved. Yes, that's right. My mom doesn't scold me often. But in front of my mother, there are a few words that I can't say, but I often forget that when I make my mother angry, I am trained very badly every time, and I am ashamed of myself.

The burning sensation in my cheeks came back inadvertently, and it was so real that I couldn't help but gasp. This should not be a fantasy, but a real memory. Yes, I feel that way.

The mask-like face gradually became clearer. It's Mommy. She was crying. She's angry. She's resentful. However, the corners of his mouth rose as if he were smiling.

I'm so scared of such a little mother. In the past, every time my father was angry, my mother would protect me, but now I sent it and my father was not there. Mom seemed to be screaming that my father had abandoned us.

But I don't think so. I cried out that my father had not abandoned me. Then, "ah" I realized my gaffe. The little mother's face gradually turned pale, and this could not be said in front of the little mother.

And then—

And then what happened --

There was a loud bang. The sound of something exploding. Then, bright red flowers bloom. The little mother lay on the petals, not moving, no longer screaming loudly. Only, staring at me with wide eyes.

Mommy's lips moved slightly. Thief. Although she couldn't hear the sound, she said it with her mouth.

"Thief, you stole him from me. Murderer. You killed him, and now you're killing me. I can't forgive you, don't forgive, absolutely don't forgive. I'm not going to let you stay with him. Even if you go to another world, stop ....... "

The thief - the murderer - is this talking about me? - I killed my mother?

We got off the train and walked out of the station, and we saw a noble community of high-rise buildings, and a whole row of peach blossom trees on the rooftop of a certain building. The whole community is surrounded by the fragrance of peach blossoms in full bloom, and the peach blossoms that fall along the road are all peach blossoms that were originally full of branches but were blown down by the wind.

"What's wrong? Why is your face so pale? Uncomfortable? "

Liu Xijun asked softly. I lowered my eyes and shook my head, squeezing out a few words.

"I hate Peach Blossom."

I killed my mom in my dream. How can I say this kind of thing? However, once recalled, it lingers in the mind. As soon as I saw the peach blossom tree, I felt that my mother was standing under the tree and staring at me with resentment on her face.

"Then you grab me and look at the ground and walk. Wouldn't that be better? "

I nodded silently. If I could, I would like to say that I would like to go back to the hotel now. But I know very well that I can't be so willful.

Besides, I'm so scared. The only people who tried to help me would be shocked to hear what I had just remembered. The woman must have looked at me with frightened eyes, as if she had seen something terrible. Maybe they'll leave me right away. So, I can't say it.

I grabbed Liu Xijun's hand and looked at the ground for I don't know how long. I kept my head down, feeling dizzy and my nosebleeds were about to come out. But it was thanks to the discomfort that I endured that I stopped thinking about the more terrible things. Liu Xijun took my hand and kept walking forward. I suddenly felt so heavy that I didn't want to go into that neighborhood. The clear sky of the morning gradually darkened, and the whole thing weighed on my head.

"You can look up. There are no more peach blossom trees. "

When I heard this voice, I trembled and raised my head, which had been lowered. I had reached the end of the road, and there seemed to be a gate in front of me. Directly in front of it is a high wall, and the black gate between the pillars is deeply locked. From the door, you can see the peach-colored roof of the building. The eaves of the gate post protrude forward and are supported by two round pillars. I felt like a Greek temple, and although the appearance was by no means annoying, when I looked at the closed door in the dim light of the depths of the gate, I felt as if the stained glass on the door was staring at me, and an indescribable fear welled up in my heart.

Fortunately, Liu Xijun did not immediately walk to the door.

When Liu Xijun walked to the bottom of the building and stretched out his hand to push open the unit door, I finally asked loudly:

"Liu Xijun, where is the house where the peach blossoms are blooming? I'm so scared. "

"It's okay, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just that...... Now no one lives. "

"But I'm so scared. Really, so scared. "

Even though I said so, Liu Xijun took me to the elevator, and the elevator door opened. She reached out and grabbed the large ring and pushed the door open. There was a sharp creaky "squeak" from the door. As soon as I saw the whole story of the house open through the crack in the door, I couldn't help but scream.

"I've seen this house! I've been here before! Liu Xijun, you can't go in. You can't go in here, there are female ghosts living in it! "

Liu Xijun tilted his head slightly and looked down at me. Look at me with the same indifferent eyes as if they had seen me for the first time.

"That's right. You've been here. "

I had no idea what the woman's whispered voice meant.

"Who brought you here? Who told you those words? "

My lips moved unconsciously.

"--It's the little mother......."

This time, there was no mother-like woman's face as it had just been. At the time, I looked up at this luxurious house in gray tones from a lower position than I am now. The house is so big, it gives me a lot of oppression. I can't see my mom...... Or the father.

No, is my right hand holding my mother's hand? The hand was as hard and cold as a stone, with a hint of trembling.

"You're right, there used to be a female ghost living here."

Liu Xijun said in a hoarse voice.

"But, it's no longer there."

"Isn't it there?"

"It's gone. Because she's dead. So, you don't have to be afraid. "

Although Liu Xijun said this, as soon as I looked up, I saw that her face was pale. The hand holding my right hand was also so cold and trembling a little.

I was confused, as if Liu Xijun and my mother had become one. But I think the terrible expression of my mother standing under the peach blossom tree is like a demon. Could it be that the female ghost who lives in this house is my little mother?

Although I don't want to step into the door, I hate Liu Xijun leaving me even more. So, I let Liu Xijun take my hand and silently follow her in.

When I got closer, I realized how big this gray house was, and I was scared.

We went up to the rooftop.

There was a big tree there, and I didn't even notice it at first, which was incredible. The weeping peach in full bloom is like a beautiful princess who dominates the entire rooftop. Liu Xijun told me that this was moved from the old house of the Liu family.

Someone was standing there. Is it Liu Xijun? No, Liu Xijun is behind me, that person is taller than Liu Xijun, but I think that person may also be a woman. I didn't know what to do.

I was suddenly scared. I don't like to meet strangers without warning. Did Liu Xijun come to him? I don't like to be casually observed by others without knowing it, just like I was secretly observed by those doctors in the hospital. I've had enough. If I had known that this was the case, I might as well go to the house by myself.

I turned around and wanted to say hello to Liu Xijun, saying that I wanted to go first, but I couldn't find Liu Xijun.

Did my sister leave me alone and leave first?

It was not easy to see Liu Xijun standing against the window on the side of the house, his face pale and full of nervousness.

That expression, as if staring at something unusually terrifying. Then, she slowly put her hands on her chest, clasped her left and right hands, and stretched out her index fingers respectively, like a child holding a pistol.

Liu Xijun stretched his clasped hands forward, as if aiming at the target, ready to shoot. I looked in the direction of her finger—my sixth sense told me—and saw the weeping peach, and the stranger standing under the tree.

Liu Xijun's expression and posture were so nervous that I couldn't say a word, and my whole body froze there. When a person kills someone, he should have that expression. Thinking of this, I suddenly became scared. Although I knew very well in my heart that it was impossible for a finger to kill a person.

"Liu Xijun," I wanted to scream, and I couldn't help but step out, but the soles of my feet suddenly slipped, and the ground under my feet suddenly softened, turning into a towel that seemed to be covered with water, almost devouring my right foot. I lowered my head, and at some point, a cloud of water floated on the ground, reflecting my face...... No, it's not me, it's the original Liu Yaoyong, and something even more shocking to me happened, that face was like a wax statue melting, and the facial features began to collapse and merge, and at the same time made a slight sound, like the sound of something breaking. Then...... Squeak squeak squeak!

Hundreds of lumps of flesh flowed out of the cracks—like the little pink stuff of a baby when it was born—the pieces of flesh wriggled and grew on their own like mud, carving slightly diagonal lines on the reinforced concrete floor, extending in all directions, and the cracks reaching the side of the rooftop. With a rustling sound, dust and a large amount of water flow to the edge of the ground, forming a mud rain.

"Don't!"

I screamed and tried to pull my leg out, but my left foot sank in. I seem to have fallen into a quagmire before I knew it. The edges of the mire had mixed with the water, like a swamp, and were obscured by thick fissures. As soon as my body moved, my legs would sink deeper and deeper into the mire.

"Catch." A hand descends from the sky.

I desperately grabbed the hand that was reaching out to me. The hand pulled me out of the mire, and though I knew I was only sinking into the mire for a few seconds, it felt like a long, long time had passed, and my heart was beating vigorously.

Look down...... No bogmire, no lumps of meat, no weird faces, nothing!

I raised my head in a daze, and only then did I realize that it was not Liu Xijun who saved me. Is that the guy standing under the weeping peach just now? My legs were covered with mud, and when I looked up, I saw that the man was facing Liu Xijun, who was rushing towards me.

The man was a man, but he had long bangs hanging down that covered his entire face, which made me wonder a little. But when I looked down, I could see that he was as pink as a newborn's chin and the corners of his mouth, and it didn't look like he had to cover his face.

I felt so tired, sitting on the platform in a daze, listening to Liu Xijun talking to that person. They seem to know each other and seem to be good friends. Why did Liu Xijun raise his gun against him just now?

"How?"

Liu Xijun asked.

"I found another piece of evidence there."

The man stretched out his hand and pointed to the weeping peach.

"But you might have to use a knife to get it out, and in that case, the whole tree might be finished."

"I'm satisfied to hear what you're investigating."

"I hope it doesn't disappoint you."

"I'm sorry for your nerve-wracking thing."

"Nope. It's my own interest. "

"You've already gone inside the house and seen it, right?"

"I've looked at it in detail. On that day, your father's sexual encounters should have basically arrived, and someone even found an agent, but there were only five people in total, which is a small amount in terms of Liu Zhenzhen's net worth, hum. "

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, most people don't want to know the truth anymore. "

"Whatever the conclusion, you're not going to linger anymore, are you?"

Liu Xijun did not answer immediately. The man who couldn't see his face was still chasing after him.

"I came here because you promised me that you would never haunt the dead again. I think you're already mentally prepared. That's why you brought him here, right? "

The two of them looked at me together. Liu Xijun's eyes were so terrifying, I curled up in a ball.

"Do you know who he is?"

It was hard to imagine that Liu Xijun would make such a hoarse voice like an old man, and I was so frightened that I shrank my body harder.

But the stranger looked at me and smiled, a smile floating on the lips that showed under my bangs.

"Of course I do. He looks very similar to Zhu Qi. "

"Nonsense."

I couldn't help but mutter.

"Nonsense. I don't look like a mom at all...... I'm so ugly. I'm a bad boy who killed my mom. "

Finally, I finally spoke up.

"It's not such a pretty weeping peach, but it's also under a peach blossom tree. My mom glared at me, and my mom hated me.

So, I hate mom too. Then, with a bang...... Bright red, bloody ......"

I didn't want to say anything, but I couldn't stop talking. I covered my face with my hands. Shaking his head from side to side, as if trying to escape it all. It's a shame, it's a shame. Even though I thought so, I couldn't stop. At this moment, a calm voice came from my ears.

"Why don't you tell him the truth?"

When Liu Xijun heard this, he immediately wrinkled his face, as if he had been touched in a sore spot.

"He is in deep pain, why can't he be saved when he dies?"

"Because—."

"It's all my fault!"

I couldn't help but scream.

"It's all my fault. I didn't tell Liu Xijun what I remembered, it wasn't Liu Xijun's fault. It was Liu Xijun who took me out of the hospital, and Liu Xijun was not wrong at all. "

I cried as the stranger grabbed my arm again and held my elbow to my feet.

Then, squatting down in front of me, he took off the dead leaves and grass from my body one by one.

"Let's rest at home first, recuperate and go to see the patron again."

"Patron ......?"

"Yes. In order to exhibit Zhu Qi's posthumous works, the relevant people have already arrived. That's what you're here for. "

"I don't want to. I don't want to see anyone. "

"That's what your mom expects."

I turned my head to look at Liu Xijun tremblingly. Liu Xijun's expression was still stiff like a mask, but he still looked at me and nodded firmly.

"I was also scared to get to the truth. But if you come along, you can give me more courage. Do you want to come with me and face it with me, brother? "

"Call me brother?"

What a strange feeling. I don't think this is the feeling of calling myself at all, it seems to be the new name that Liu Xijun just gave me. I like this title, but it's not because I've been used to being called this identity before, but because of the relationship that Liu Xijun just gave me.

The memories that followed were lackluster, and Liu Yaoyong couldn't even tell whether what he experienced was real or unreal. Yu Zujia and I exchanged glances, and it seems that Liu Xijun is the key person.

Liu Yaoyong's description of the murder weapon is indeed very vivid, but he was still hospitalized at the time, and it is said that he will not have memories of scenes that he has never been exposed to. So why does Liu Yaoyong have the memory of shooting Zhu Qi? So I did the reverse thinking, if Liu Yaoyong is not the murderer of Zhu Qi, then ...... The suspicion suddenly turned to someone I had been ignoring, and I was terrified. After thinking of this possibility, I called the head nurse of the general hospital of the military region and asked her to tell me, did you accompany you there every day before? ”

"Do you have to bring it up now?" Someone wearing a black veil said coldly.

I looked at Liu Xijun suddenly. "With this idea, I thought of the first person Liu Yaoyong came into contact with before and after he was discharged from the hospital, that is, you...... Liu Xijun. According to the doctor, Liu Yaoyong was weak at that time, often had a fever and fell asleep and talked in his dreams, no matter whether there was a nurse to accompany the bed, Liu Xijun You always stayed aside, listened to Liu Yaoyong talk in his dreams, and occasionally answered a few words. I guess, did Liu Yaoyong remember what Liu Xijun said to him at this time? Liu Yaoyong's nightmare and the memory picture in his brain were passed on to Liu Yaoyong at this time, and became Liu Yaoyong's own memory. ”

Shi Lingren turned his face to Liu Xijun.

Liu Xijun's face was pale, and his eyes didn't blink.

Everyone in the room looked at Liu Xijun.

Liu Xijun said slowly in a nervous and low voice.

"That's right...... Is it wrong for me to accompany my brother? He is my older brother who is not related by blood. My name is Liu Xijun. For twenty years, I was his sister, his childhood sweetheart, and the one who loved him the most, and we lived here together...... Carefully observe the borders. "

"Hehe, I hope your father thinks the same way......" I pretended to sympathize with her, "but I heard that your father wants to take the mountain?" Will it be ...... with you?"

A gust of wind blew overhead.

The warm wind creaked the lush branches on the rooftop.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Two people who are not related by blood live in the same home...... It's ridiculous. Home, where is home!

Since the Zhou Dynasty, the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties have been patriarchal societies, in which people form patriarchal communities through blood relations, which protect and control the individuals living in them. A patriarchal legal person, his blood, kinship, occupation, and geographical relationship are all in the patriarchal network to which he belongs, and the patriarchal legal person has been curled up in the patriarchal network for a long time, with parents and patriarchs representing him, and he does not have to face the society by himself, his personality is atrophied, and he will feel at a loss when he leaves the patriarchal law where he is, blood is thicker than water, and it is not something that can be covered by a piece of DNA.

Yu Zujia suddenly pulled out the mobile phone and said to the other end: "Lao Wang! Some new clues come to mind! You inform the forensic medical examination department and ask them to test the DNA of Liu Yaoyong and Liu Zhenzhen to see if there is any blood relationship between the two of them. ”

Liu Xijun looked at us coldly, suddenly smiled, sat next to Yu Zujia, who was guarding the exit, and said to me, "Are you suspecting me of being a murderer?" ”

When she said this, I was embarrassed to pretend anymore, "Actually, I have two questions that I have always wanted to ask you......"

"What?"

"First question, does your little mom know that you like your brother?"

She snorted, "Maybe." ”

"How would she know? What did you tell her? ”

She put her hands on her chest and said after a while, "Yes, I told her." ”

Yu Zujia raised his head, looked at me, and then at Liu Xijun, opened his mouth but finally didn't speak.

"Can you tell me when and under what circumstances you told her?" Shi Ling asked lazily.

She smiled slightly, and shook her head with her hands on her cheeks, "I think you should know that Xiaoma taught at Capital University in this city after quitting the art world, but you don't know, my brother and I are the first batch of students of Xiaoma." The two children, who didn't learn to pretend to be a family wine, have already followed their mother around sketching...... The past twenty years seem to be just a moment, just a moment," Liu Xijun's eyes were sad and nostalgic, as if the past suddenly became clear, and scenes appeared in front of him.

"In this time that is shorter than a second, but longer than a lifetime, I grew up with my brother, and I remember Liu Yaoyong's stubborn and wary eyes when he was five years old; rebellious at the age of ten, deliberately learning everything his father taught him wrong, trying to make him angry; the anger of running away from home at the age of seventeen; The indifference of spending time at the age of twenty and the disguise of being unapproachable at the present time,"

And all this originated from the past events that happened in the summer of that year in the summer of Beidaihe.

I was playing at a nearby elementary school, and the sea below me was beautiful, and the light shimmering on the surface of the sea was like a flood, floating on a wide curved horizon. A refreshing breeze blows and swayes the branches of the pine trees.

The two of us didn't speak for a moment, immersed in our respective thoughts.

When we got home, we found my mother standing alone in the middle of the room.

It's so late, it's so dark, why don't you turn on the lights?

The elder brother asked, "Mom, what are you looking at?" ”

Liu Xijun approached her mother and found her standing in front of the mirror, her expression gloomy and empty.

Mom is holding something in her hand.

On closer inspection, she clutched her father's collection of pistols and pressed the muzzle of the black hole to her throat.

Mom remained motionless, her glass-beaded eyes lifeless, staring at herself in the mirror. Her face looked thin due to the reflection, and Liu Xijun felt that the little mother in the mirror looked like an old woman.

She looked so weird. Why don't you turn on the lights and stand there?

- Mommy?

The little mother turned back in surprise. After discovering Liu Yaoyong and Liu Xijun, she seemed to come back to her senses and put down the hand holding the pistol.

――What's wrong with you?

The older Liu Yaoyong's body stiffened, and the innocent Liu Xijun ran to the side of the little mother, and the little mother's sunken eyes showed a smile.

- Why did you put your pistol to your throat?

Liu Xijun looked at her little mother with wide eyes, and her little mother looked in a hurry.

――You can't do that kind of thing. There is a very thick blood vessel, and if you hit it, all the blood in the body will flow in an instant. Just interrupt here and it will be ...... in a matter of minutes

Mom paused suddenly.

-- Dead.

Liu Xijun couldn't hear what the little mother said at the end. After the little mother turned on the light in the room with Liu Xijun in her arms, she left the room to prepare dinner. Liu Yaoyong did not follow.

Mom has no energy, it must be because of the woman in yellow two days ago. Liu Xijun thought so.

My father took advantage of the busy schedule at work to visit them. The brothers and sisters of the Liu family happily followed their mother to greet their father, but the two saw on the way that their father was talking happily with a woman with a child-like face.

My brother and I followed one after the other...... At that time, I didn't know about my father's relationship with her. But it was the first time I had seen my brother's gloomy expression.

The woman was a big beauty. The yellow dress was gorgeous, and it suited her perfectly, especially since she also smiled so brightly, and the look of admiration on her face was particularly lethal.

Liu Xijun looked up at her mother, who was expressionless. Compared with that woman, the little mother is too dignified and inferior.

When the father found Liu Xijun and them, he instantly showed an embarrassed expression and immediately said goodbye to the woman.

-- She's staying in a villa in the neighborhood.

This was the first thing my father said, not "Are you okay?" or "Thank you for coming to pick me up". The woman stared at the Liu siblings and the little mother in the distance, showing a contemptuous smile, which seemed to be very vicious.

That night, I heard my mother's mournful screams intermittently, and my father responded to her with a roar. "She is different from you, Zhu Qi, you have always lived in the past, and you are extremely disgusted with ordinary love or family. She is not like you, she hates what happened to her, and she feels inferior because of it, she never desires to be a special woman, she just wants to have a special relationship.

"That's why you're ...... You're going to ...... It's good to come to this place and ...... other women."

Liu Xijun's eyes widened in the dark—it was all to blame on that woman. In the darkness, the little boy's expression was calm, and he didn't know what he was waiting for.

The next day, Liu Xijun, who was sketching, witnessed everything. Encounters, taunts, fights, the barbarians always win in the end.

"You can't be a woman anymore anyway! It's not feeling well all day long, and she's old like an old woman, so it's better to abdicate and let Xian ...... You're a halfway couple anyway, aren't you? The Wife of the Bran...... Sooner or later, there will be this day! ”

Zhu Qi was depressed, and the Liu brothers and sisters did not have any joy on their faces, which made Liu Zhenzhen, who was thriving in his career, very dissatisfied.

Only the father knows nothing, this is not the rebellion of the children at the age of sentimentality against the affair, but the war started by the woman and planned to completely defeat Zhu Qi. Liu Yaoyong ran away from home, which was Liu Yaoyong's biggest rebellion against his father, and finally ended in failure. The price paid by Liu Yaoyong, who lost the bet, was too heavy. In the past, Liu Yaoyong only hated his father and had no fear, but since that day he has been very afraid of his father. The mere mention of his father's name in small talk made him blush. He also often threw objects in his room as if out of anger, and always kept his head down when he walked around the mansion. Now Liu Xijun is the only one who continues to fight desperately at home in order to protect his "mother".

Uh-oh...... Sounds quite tragic.

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