"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep...... One Hundred Sheep...... Two hundred sheep ......"

The soft curtains flew up and down, Feng Jingzhi curled up and leaned against the corner, his eyes staring at the bright moon outside the window, and his hoarse voice was like the sound of rags tearing.

The white nails unconsciously pick at the corners of the wall, and a deep sense of disgust for the world wells up.

His mind filtered through what had happened in the past, and his snow-white teeth bit his mouth hard, and bright red blood flowed down his lips.

When I was a child, my mother was not a housewife, and my father was not a chief barrister, and the family often went to parks, playgrounds, and outings.

Mom and Dad held his hand, his hand was so warm, so warm that he could still recall that temperature, he was like a magpie chirping non-stop, and the happy time was always short.

When did the good life change?

Is it his ability to show off his talents, or is this face more and more liked by people and used as a capital to show off?

Or what about when Mom quits her job and Dad doesn't come home for years?

The abuse, whipping, and closing the small black house never made him hate or resent, but he just didn't understand, what did he do wrong?

Every time he is the first in the school exam or the class exam, he has never won the second, why is his mother still not satisfied?

His childhood friends were well-behaved and sensible, and they were cautious when they came to his house, so why didn't his mother allow him to play with them?

He doesn't like law, why does his mother force him to study law, he likes math and physics, why does his mother tear them up?

From elementary school to high school, every time he went home after school, he stayed at the end to go home, just to see if his mother would come to school to pick him up, and whether he would touch his head affectionately like other parents.

If you haven't received love, you won't ask for it, but if you have given him love, why take it back!

Yesterday, Xiao Zifeng asked him why he didn't resist, why did he still look forward to the lost love, why?

Yes, he also wanted to ask, why?

Is the forty-eight-hour little dark room not dark enough or is the whip with chili water not painful enough?

Is it the disappointment that awakens the stupid mind again and again, or the insignificant family affection he looks forward to.

Actually, he knows a lot of things!

For example, why Dad didn't come home for many years, why Mom was dissatisfied with his first grade, and why Mom didn't like him.

He's alive, but he's just a drag!

Bo Liang's eyes skimmed over boxes of depressant pills, and the temperature rose slightly.

What will you do to save him?

Medicine can save people, but it can't save hearts.

Xiao Zifeng's arrogant and domineering expression suddenly appeared in his mind, Feng Jingzhi avoided the medicine box, and looked at the orange-yellow halo with desolate and sad eyes.

Oh, it's so short, and the night just passes!

He hadn't slept in a long time, how long would it last?

Raising his hand to wipe away the cherry red blood on his lips, the chapped lip skin fell off, and layer after layer of blood scabs were revealed.

Staggered to his feet, walked barefoot to the desk, picked up the diary with the password on the table, and Feng Jingzhi wrote the text expressionlessly.

Outside the window, the morning glow soaks most of the sky, colorful auspicious clouds slowly drift, happy birds dance happily, and the fiery red sun slowly rises from the foot of the mountain.

The scenery is as bright as fireworks, and the room is as quiet as no one!

......

"Xiaojing, go and stay in the house. Feng's mother sat at the dining table with a straight face and ate breakfast, and she caught a glimpse of Feng Jingzhi who was downstairs, and ordered with an expressionless face.

"I ......"

"I won't open the door, I'm not allowed to come out. Impatiently interrupting what Feng Jingzhi was about to say, Feng's mother instructed in a stern tone.

"Good. Hanging his head in mourning, Feng Jingzhi walked into the room next to the staircase with his schoolbag on his back.

Closing the door softly and placing the schoolbag in the corner, Feng Jingzhi sat silently on the only chair in the room.

There were no lights, no windows, no wind and rain, only the sound of his fluttering breathing and the endless ink.

Staring wide-eyed ahead, his senses seemed to be slowly fading, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't smell anything, he couldn't see any scenery......

Sitting upright in the chair, Feng Jingzhi was lonely and silent, he was wondering, if he died at this time, would he be able to say goodbye to the suffering, and to the little black house that had locked him up day and night.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and Feng Jingzhi, who was sitting on the chair, fell to the ground, and the plastic chair fell with the fall of the owner!

The unlocked door remained closed, and time passed slowly, and the door was never opened.

......

[Warning: The target task is about to fail, it is about to fail]

Xiao Zifeng was busy communicating with the doctor who had made an appointment online, when a sharp pain suddenly sounded in his mind, followed by a piercing warning sound from the wind chimes.

Loosening the keyboard, squatting in the hidden corner of the bar, Xiao Zifeng anxiously shouted the wind chimes.

(Wind chimes, what's going on with Feng Jingzhi?)

[Xiao Fengzi, go and save him, in the cabin on the first floor of his house]

(Is there anyone else in his family?)

[None]

(What about Feng's mother?)

Xiaozi packed his schoolbag in a hurry, strode out of the Internet café, and stretched out his hand to stop the car.

【Mahjong Hall Playing Mahjong】

(What the hell happened to him, people weren't alive yesterday.) ）

[Locked up in a small black room, blood sugar dropped sharply, and there seemed to be pre-signs of shock]

"Master, hurry up, I have something urgent, please. ”

Hearing the description of the wind chimes, Xiao Zifeng fidgeted and looked at the street through the car window, his hands tightly crossed.

She didn't know that he had been locked up in a small black room, and normal people would be forced to find fault when they locked up a small black house, not to mention that he was sensitive and easy to ......

"Little girl, don't worry, I'll be here in a moment. ”

"Thank you!"

(Will he still be able to hold on?)

[Did you dial 120?]

(Well, on the way there, I guess it's going to be a few minutes later than me.) ）

[It's okay, he hasn't died yet, and he will definitely be able to hold on to the past. 】

(Hopefully, as you say)

"Little girl, the destination has arrived. ”

"Thank you, master, for giving you the fare, you don't have to look for it. Hurriedly handed the taxi driver a hundred yuan, and Xiao Zifeng hurriedly ran into the community.

[Don't worry, he's fine for the time being.] 】

(Wind chimes, do you have a key?)

[None]

"Forget it, it's an emergency, and you don't care about the rules and regulations. Glaring at the door lock with red eyes, Xiao Zifeng pulled the wire out of his pocket.

This wire was left by her prying the back door of the school a few days ago, but she didn't expect it to be of great use today.

Click~

(What about people?)

【Small room next to the stairs】

"Feng Jingzhi, little brother Feng, are you okay!" kicked the small black room with a fierce kick, and dragged Feng Jingzhi to the bright living room with a quick movement, shouting loudly.

【There is sugar in the kitchen】

Xiao Zifeng quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, found the white sugar according to the direction specified by the wind chime, added warm water, and fed it to Feng Jingzhi.

"The pulse is there, and the heartbeat is stronger than just now, but it is still very weak, but the sugar that can be absorbed in his body is very small, so he can only go to the hospital for infusion and sugar supplementation. ”

"The ambulance should be coming soon, it's time to catch up, he'll be fine. ”

His fingers touched the pulse of Feng Jingzhi's carotid artery, his ears were pressed against his chest, and a smile of relief appeared on his smiling pale face.

He's fine, it's okay!

(Wind chimes, I'm going to call the police.) ）

[Hmm]

Ever since she knew that Xiao Zifeng was hiding a mental illness, Feng Chime let her go again and again.

"Hey, hello, my name is Xiaozifeng, fifty meters north of the intersection of Future Road and Yuanfeng Road, on the 3rd floor of Unit 2 of a certain community, there is a boy who was abused by his family and is currently in a state of shock, asking for help. ”

"Okay, thank you!"

[The ambulance is coming!]

(Wind Chimes, his life shouldn't stop here.) I will succeed in saving him and helping him out of his misery until he reaches his true direction in life. ）

[Come on, you can.] 】