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The whole person's thoughts are chaotic, and the consciousness seems to be separated from the body, falling into a space that seems to be extremely colorful and extremely monotonous, and the surrounding area is sticky, like some kind of viscous liquid hindering but pushing the ups and downs of thought.

It is clear that it is a conflict between color and black and white, but at this time it is no longer distinguishable, and the two senses collide with each other in consciousness, gradually changing into a fluctuating image, flashing around the periphery, bringing a sense of spectatorship.

Precipitated ...... Memories?

......

The first picture is black and white, black and miserable white.

In the mansion in the picture, there are two people standing opposite each other.

"Dog, are you done with the chores?"

It was a short, thin man with an ugly face, who spoke ill of a boy.

The boy was the black of the abyss, very thin, he looked less than ten years old, he dragged a large bundle of firewood larger than his body in his hand, his head was sweaty and he shrunk, his body shrunk, and he lowered his head and whispered, "Not ...... yet"

"What's the use of having such a dog like you!?" the short, thin man was furious, and reached out and slapped the boy.

Syllable!

After a crisp sound, the boy's thin body was blown up by this palm fan, and he flew upside down and rolled to the ground for two meters, and the position of the clear handprint on his face was swollen in a blink of an eye, and a trace of black blood was hung on the corner of his mouth.

But the short and thin man didn't pity it at all, rushed to the boy's side in two steps, stared viciously at the small figure that was cowered on the ground, and kicked him directly in the leg.

"When that slut was pregnant with you, Lao Tzu had already said not to come, who wants to give birth to something that you don't have? Hmph, grandma's, she secretly gave birth to Lao Tzu, and she died herself, and she still has to give it to me to raise?"

The boy slave curled up, for he had become accustomed to such insults and beatings, and had learned that if he was huddled in a ball, he would suffer as little damage.

The short and thin man punched and kicked, as if he didn't care about the possibility of beating the boy to death, and in the face of the boy who would not resist, his screaming and scolding became louder and louder.

Xu was attracted by the scolding, and a soft and calm but unquestionable female voice came from afar.

"Stop!"

It was the first splash of black in the picture, which seemed to be a warm yellow.

......

Because of the appearance of yellow light, the black and white is diluted, and the picture is suddenly blurred, and then it becomes a tea room in the backyard.

The woman looked down at the boy in front of her, her eyes were very loving, looking at the various dark marks on the boy's body, revealing a distressed expression.

"Does it hurt?"

The boy didn't dare to look up, he could only stare at the toes under the yellow skirt, a little dazed and a little inexplicably nervous.

Because of the appearance of the woman, the short and thin man's face suddenly changed from anger to flattery, and his already short body was arched very low, even shorter than the boy, and finally he was embarrassed by the woman to retreat, and he did not have the slightest intention to resist.

The boy felt that this was a more terrifying existence than the man who called himself his father.

So, he shook his head silently.

Suddenly, his body shook, and he felt a soft palm on the top of his head, which was very cool, but the boy seemed to be hit by a hot piece of iron, and he took several steps back in horror, and the steps were very urgent, and he fell to the ground without paying attention.

"Don't be afraid...... the woman sighed: "I won't touch you, don't be afraid, okay?"

Trembling for a moment, the boy stood up with his shoulders on his shoulders, his head still bowed, hesitantly, and only nodded hesitantly after a while.

The woman's answer was so relieved that a smile appeared on her face, and she bent down slightly and looked at him in a friendly manner.

"From today onwards, I will be your friend!"

......

The picture has become bleak black and white again.

The nose of the short and thin man was very dark, and he could almost feel the strong smell of alcohol coming from his nose.

"You, do you think you can stop looking at my face if you catch up with Madame? Lao Tzu can still beat you when he goes home!"

As soon as he scooped it up, he scooped up a severed thick leg on the side of the table, and slammed it towards the silent boy who bit his lip, towards the yellow-stained black.

The blood stains under the clothes became the dark color of the black and white picture.

......

The second color that came in was the cyan of the heartbeat.

"That guy, did you hit you again last night?"

In the face of the woman's soft questioning, the boy lowered his head and remained silent.

He didn't dare to raise his head, the woman's yellow light was too bright, and the warmth made him panic, he always felt that it was an illusory bubble, afraid that if he really raised his head, he would only see the scene of the bubble breaking and disillusionment.

A pair of soft wattles stretched out, and the boy shook slightly, resisting the urge to dodge.

The slender and soft hand gently took the boy's arm, and the fingers touched the black marks that began to turn dark, and immediately made the boy unconsciously grit his teeth.

"You!" the woman pursed her lips and sighed, "Didn't you say don't be reckless?"

A small jar appeared in the woman's palm, and with a touch of her fingers, the cyan ointment was immediately applied to the boy's scars.

In an instant, the cool freshness turned into a stream of cyan and wrapped around the boy's arm, becoming the fourth color in the picture, although he still bowed his head, his heartbeat was inexplicably accelerating, and his nose was sour.

That kind of heartbeat is called moving.

......

The black and white images always alternate, not only the short and thin man, but also other protagonists, or servants of the same status in the house, or some adults with cold faces.

However, the alternation of these images became slower and slower, and it seemed that the color pictures were gradually squeezed out, and in addition to yellow and blue, more colors also emerged, green, blue, orange, and pink one after another, while the black and white parts became less and less.

Until, a cloud of white light appeared.

......

The white light is not the miserable whiteness of the black and white picture, but warm, soft and powerful, shrinking one by one, as if breathing.

"Puppy, see no, I'm a mother. ”

Although the woman was a little haggard, the smile on her face was incomparably bright, and the yellow color on her body blended with the white light in her arms, blooming with a picture that made the boy feel absolutely beautiful.

Looking at the life that was no more than the size of two palms, the boy didn't even dare to breathe, afraid that he would disturb the serene expression on the still slightly wrinkled little face.

"It's okay, puppy, you can pet her. ”

Opening his mouth, the boy couldn't speak, and his hand involuntarily approached the white light and raised his index finger.

But hesitation occupied his heart, and he still didn't dare to touch it after all.

Touch!

The little body was sent forward by the woman, and the boy's fingertips touched the wrinkled little face.

The boy shrank in horror, but suddenly stopped moving.

"Hehe, you see, she likes puppies. ”

The boy's index finger was held by two small fleshy palms, and he felt a very light force, and pulled his index finger forward, close to the little face, and then stopped, and resumed a peaceful sleep.

Although the two small palms were not as big as the boy's two fingers, he felt that his fingers were extremely heavy, and if he didn't pay attention, he would destroy the fragility in front of him.

But the woman did not have this worry, smiled faintly and looked at the nervous boy, and then looked at the life in her arms.

"Puppy, let's get to know, this is Akane. ”

The boy nodded dumbly.

"From today onwards, she will be your sister!"

......

The original jet black and miserable white have been completely diluted by various colors.

In addition to the yellow light, the white light also occupies a large part of the picture, rushing into the boy's blackness, and a sense of warmth emerges.

Originally, the boy's face was always stiff and cold, the appearance of yellow softened the hardness of black, and the appearance of white light directly changed the black lines.

The little baby is a woman's treasure, and almost never leaves her hand, and only the boy has the opportunity to hold her every day, except for the owner of the mansion.

Every time the swaddling clothes were delivered to the boy, the woman's eyes did not leave for a moment, but when she saw the boy's bright eyes, a very good-looking smile bloomed on the woman's face, making the yellow light bloom.

However, like a flash in the pan, it only flashes in time

......

Black night, purple thunder, white electricity.

The color of the mansion was also illuminated, and the eyes of the frightened boy were a bloody red, with a kind of bleak despair.

On the haystack of the stable, the white light flickered in the boy's arms, and the warm feeling was slightly tingling, so that the boy could only grit his teeth to soothe the swaddling clothes in his arms.

Then there were three deformed gray streaks of gray, which swooped into the space illuminated by the white light, as if to erode the white light, and swaddled away.

In desperation, the woman appeared.

The last bloom of the yellow light resisted the gray erosion, sending the boy and the swaddling clothes in his arms far away.

The bloody night came to an abrupt end.

......

Without yellow, the color in the picture no longer increases.

Not only did it not increase, but the variety of colors that were originally there gradually decreased, and it began to become monotonous as the picture repetitioned.

Hide, beg, steal, flee.

The picture is constantly looping, and the only difference is the background.

At the end of the day, all the colors are gone, and all that is left is black and white, which seems to return to the original picture.

It's just that in the boy's blackness, there is a little white light looming from beginning to end, distinguishing the difference in the picture.

......

The cycle is not endless, and finally in the midst of an ugly salivating face, it is interrupted by a splash of color.

It was an old man.

The colors of the old man are mixed. At first, the boy only saw the vigilant black in it.

As the picture continued to change, the boy saw more colors, yellow, blue, purple, red, and the old man encompassed almost everything, except that warm white.

The warm white is the only one, flickering in the boy's black, lasting and undying.

......

The pale red of the boy, the snow white of the girl, and many more colors have appeared.

But the only thing that really rushed into the boy's blackness was the white light.

Eventually, the frame stops.

In that final picture, the white light bloomed, blooming into a sun, dispelling the darkness of the abyss.

When the black is gone, a world of pure color appears.

......

"You're not done yet!"

Unfamiliar voices......

The consciousness ignored it, and after reading the memories of the past and purpose, the last thought poured out of his mind.

"After seven years, I finally woke up...... I can rest ......."

With the birth of the idea, the whole world of consciousness began to shake, and countless pictures, whether in black and white or color, all began to crumble into scattered points of light one by one, and dissipated.

Seeing that the entire space was about to be disillusioned, another voice suddenly appeared.

"Brother!"