From then on, the little boy became the biological son of the madwoman, who became gentle with him, ironed him new clean clothes, made him breakfast every day, filled his bag with milk, and began to love him as a mother.

But she had one requirement, that he should be like his brother, that he should smile all the time, that he would like to read, that he should be kind-hearted, and that he should wear a clean and neat white shirt......

Otherwise, the woman would immediately turn a cold face, severely reprimand him or even torture him.

"Don't cry, laugh, yes, that's how ...... laugh"

"I will only love you if you do this, otherwise you are not my son, understand?"

"You're going to talk! Don't be like a stuffy gourd every day......"

"Who gave you permission to touch these! Don't play this ...... in the future."

The little boy is quiet and well-behaved by nature, and under the supervision and admonition day after day, he gradually knows how to please women, and gradually learns to become like his brother in his absence.

Like a shadow, like a monster, like a puppet, without any feelings.

Once, he hid a picked up red building block under the bed, which was unfortunately discovered by his mother, so the woman who had gently called him for breakfast changed her face instantly, and she threw away the milk in her hand.

When the glass and the white liquid smashed to the ground, the little boy's hair was caught, and he was slammed against the wall by the woman with an indifferent expression:

"How many times have I told you, don't touch, don't touch! You're taking my word for a deaf ear, aren't you? ”

After the woman hit the little boy on the head and broke his blood, she broke down emotionally and cried hysterically.

That night, when the spring rain outside the window was pouring flowers all over the garden, and the room was dark, the little boy held his broken head and shrank quietly in the corner of the sofa, watching them argue.

The woman cried in despair: "He is not like him at all, he is not Yanche, he is not him, he is not my son!" ”

The man also yelled at her irritably: "What are you crazy about!" Didn't you say that? He's your son now......"

"He's not ......"

"He's just your test subject, he's a puppet, he's a monster......"

"Our son is dead, dead!!"

"He killed Yan Che!"

"It's !! him"

The picture suddenly shattered like glass, and sticky blood splattered on the little boy's eyebrows.

In the chaotic and disorderly dream, Ji Mingchen saw the madwoman holding a dagger and stabbing the little boy on the ground again and again.

After a while, I saw countless women and children locked in countless iron cages, the children had been drained of blood and turned into corpses lying on the cold experimental table, while the women were crazy with iron bars in their hands.

Everywhere there were cries and wails, heartbreaking, and then bright red blood spilled from the corners of the floor, and the picture darkened and darkened until it was deep into darkness......

Ji Mingchen felt a headache, and in the dark retro living room, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his charming and dangerous beautiful peach blossom eyes.

……

Wen Yao, who had no conditions to enjoy life before, was now successfully led astray by Ji Mingchen, and actually began to feel that it was not bad to enjoy it once in a while......

After all, who knows when disaster will come and how long they will live?

So Wen Yao went to bed after eating this night, and told the maid to wake her up at three o'clock.

The soft bed, the smooth silk quilt, the feeling of sleeping here, is very different from the hardboard bed in the dilapidated dormitory of the training camp.

She had a good night's sleep, and even when she was called up at three o'clock in the morning, she was a little reluctant to get up.

When she got up, the maid brought her breakfast, which was not a meal, and it was apparently made especially for her by the chef of the restaurant.

Wen Yao wanted to leave directly after breakfast, but when she glanced out the window, an indescribable sense of familiarity was inexplicably born.

The interior of the castle villa is exceptionally well decorated, with dim lamps in the room, pink and white flowing curtains blown by the breeze, and all the scenery is very warm.

The roar of any zombie monsters could not be heard outside the dark window, and the cool breeze in the early hours of the morning made people feel that this dark and painful many years were just a dream, a long and terrifying human nightmare that lasted for seven years......

At this moment, it seems that the end has not come, her family has not been separated, and now she is just getting up early to go to school.

Wen Yao didn't know why she thought of this, and she didn't know what kind of mood she was in, she didn't go downstairs after going out, but walked towards the suite where Ji Mingchen was.

The wide door at the end of the hallway did not close, leaving a half-man-wide gap through which the light in the luxuriously decorated European-style living room was dim.

Everything was dark, except for a few candlesticks next to the sofa, on which the flames of the candlesticks swayed gently in the wind, casting a dim halo of light that reflected a very small circle......

In the center of the gold-encrusted retro leather sofa, lying a magnificent man, wearing a white shirt, covered with a dark red velvet blanket, his hands naturally hanging on the sofa at his side, obviously a casual posture, but flawless like a well-polished art painting, beautiful and charming......

The candle flame on the metal table, the blood-colored rose on the clear glass coffee table, and the glossy gold coins on his palms...... All of them are his embellishments.

He slept there quietly, like a prince in this castle.

Wen Yao originally wanted to say hello to him and leave, just like she used to say hello to her parents before going out, but the greeting was not completed, and she actually looked at the sleeping man and stopped for a long time.

“……”

Well, this time people didn't take the initiative to seduce her, and she couldn't move her steps.

However, just as she decided to turn away, the man on the couch raised his hand, and the dark red blanket covering him slid to the ground as he raised his hand.

Without the blanket covering, it looked strangely cold in this dark living room, Wen Yao walked in without knowing why, picked up the blanket on the ground like obsessive-compulsive, and covered the man's body.

Unexpectedly, this gentle movement made the man open his eyes slightly, and the peach blossom eyes under the candle flame looked at her ambiguously, and his eyes seemed to be able to draw, and they were dense.

Wen Yao didn't expect him to wake up, so he explained calmly: "...... Your blanket fell to the ground, I'll come and pick it up for you, nothing else. ”