The picture begins to change again, and the years return to the time when the two children were sixteen years old.

is still black and white, the two are still so good, but in this mansion, there is no longer the laughter of the past, the reason is very simple, the biological mother in white, the adoptive mother in black, has a lot of ideas about this adopted son.

Bai Yi is kind and charitable, as kind as his father, and even more than that, this is naturally good, but Bai Yi's nature is too pure and kind, and he is not wary of anyone, although he is a real friendship with Black, but in the eyes of his mother, Black is silent and indifferent, except for facing Bai Yi and his husband, even in front of himself, there is no superfluous expression, and he will always be the face that cannot melt like an iceberg.

Targeted, crowded.

All kinds of ways, at first it was not so obvious, after all, he is not the head of the family, the male owner has been maintaining a fair and just treatment of white clothes and black clothes, for this matter, the two have quarreled, in the heart of the black clothes, has always been very grateful to his adoptive father, and for the adoptive mother who targets him everywhere, the black clothes are purely because she is the wife of the adoptive father, so she will be polite to her on the surface.

Finally, one day, because God always embarrassed those pure people, the male owner fell ill, and the whole family was decided by the hostess.

Maybe it's an old relationship, she began to dislike black clothes very much, a feeling born from the bottom of her heart, for no reason.

It was a maddening target, and whatever the black clothes did, it was all wrong, and maybe just saying a word out loud would have been harshly reprimanded by her.

It must be very painful for a sixteen-year-old boy to live in such an environment, and one day he will leave on his own, she thought.

Because of what she did too obviously, the subordinates in the mansion had already felt the hostess's disgust for the black clothes, but no one dared to say - perhaps because the black clothes were targeted like this and still did not leave the relationship with her, her temper became more and more irritable, and she slowly began to scold the other subordinates for no reason. Everyone is in danger, the distance between people in the mansion is getting farther and farther away, indifference, distrust, and the whole mansion is flooded.

Except for one person, white.

He felt that the gap between people in the mansion was getting bigger and bigger, but he couldn't solve it, but Bai Yi didn't give up, he always naively believed that one day, everything would pass, and it was this belief that supported him and continued to take care of everyone.

It's a pity that other people don't think so, maybe the atmosphere in the house is too depressing, and Bai Yi's concern is gradually getting no response, and everyone thinks that Bai Yi, as a high-ranking young master, must have ill intentions for himself so much, maybe he is testing something--after all, the hostess's anger has no reason.

Alienation, everyone began to alienate everyone, and the situation in the mansion gradually became that everyone was on a lonely island, surviving alone.

Heiyi is still enduring her scolding, although the days are like years, but for him who is still lying on the hospital bed, Heiyi gritted his teeth and insisted - no matter how he can't let him see the originally harmonious family scattered, Heiyi thought.

At this most difficult time, the black clothes were restricted from going out, and they could only go out for two hours a day, and if they exceeded the time limit, they could not enter the mansion, and the black clothes gave all these two hours to the valley in the suburbs.

It was a beautiful valley, and every day the black clothes would come here, roaring at the empty valley, although the voice was hoarse in the end, but the black clothes didn't care at all, after all, who could they talk to in the mansion?

On this day, as usual, the black clothes came to the valley to vent, and as usual, went home on time, but on the way, the black clothes met a stray dog, with dirty hair and a sick appearance, just like he did back then, wandering the streets.

The black clothes adopted it.

When she saw it, she was even more disgusted with the black garments—Cut, you are one kind, and like things gather.

However, after it joined, the whole person in black was much more relaxed, and took it to the valley every day to relax, and after returning to the mansion, every time black clothes were scolded, it would come over and lick black clothes' cheeks at the right time, seeing it like this, black clothes felt that at least someone cared about them.

Unfortunately, the good times were short-lived.

On this day, when he woke up, the black clothes found that it was gone.

I searched frantically and asked everyone, and all the subordinates hid in black clothes and were in a hurry.

If you don't say it, then I'll find it myself, every room, every corner, turn the mansion upside down, and the black clothes still don't give up.

And this time, she didn't come out to scold him, just looked at his anxious figure coldly from the side, and looked at his crazy eyes, she felt a sense of satisfaction.

In the end, an old servant couldn't bear to look at the frantically searching behavior of the black clothes. told the truth to the black.

It died, and she sent it to the dog butcher in the city, and now it may have been swallowed by some unknown person.

No tears.

Just like when I looked at the corpses of my parents.

With a cold face and an indifferent expression, it's just that he was able to bury his parents with his own hands back then, but now, he can't even find his bones.

The rain was pouring down, just like the day I was brought back to this home.

It's just that tonight, there are more lightning embellishments.

Flashes of lightning.

It brought a second of light to the dark night, reflecting the face of the black clothes standing in front of her room, ruthless, indifferent, and, of course, the sharp knife in the hands of the black clothes - that is the usual knife used by dog butchers.

Transitions.

Without words, Shen Tian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him drinking tea.

"This time, let's change the question, you can tell me, Heiyi, did you kill the woman, or didn't you kill it?"

Shen Tian was silent - such a question and answer was extremely unfair to Shen Tian, but it was obviously unrealistic to ask for fairness in the Yin Mountain.

No, Shen Tian could only put himself in his shoes and substitute himself.

"Filial piety comes first, Shen is not a saint, and he has also slaughtered monks, but it is all because the other party is not good first, if Shen is black, he will not do it at this time anyway, although leaving will fulfill the woman's wish, but Shen believes that he can never slaughter his adoptive mother. ”

The middle-aged man nodded, the expression on his face was indifferent, just like in black, he didn't say anything, just snapped his fingers, and the picture continued to return to that rainy night.

Wow -

The sound of heavy rain drowned out the sound of the black clothes pushing open the door.

In her sleep, she did not notice that anyone had entered her room, and the town had always been peaceful, and it was rare for anyone to break into someone's home.

She lay alone on the comfortable big bed, which had been transferred to another room to be guarded by his subordinates, as the man's condition was so serious.

Breathing steadily, without realizing that there was a man with a sharp knife, standing in front of him.

He looked at her, his eyes full of anger, clenched the sharp knife in his hand, and raised-

The white clothes appeared, maybe it was a coincidence, they appeared at the door like this, and stopped the black clothes in a low voice, and the appearance of the white clothes also woke her up.

While.

The sharp knife fell to the ground.

Anger, verbal abuse, beatings.

She felt very angry in her heart, and she was also very afraid, angry that the sixteen-year-old adopted son dared to be disrespectful to her adoptive mother, who gave him food and clothing, and was afraid that it was a sharp knife, and if it hadn't been for the arrival of white clothes, she might have died.

After all, Heiyi was only sixteen years old, and in front of her, he had been suppressed for a long time, and he had a sense of fear for her in his heart, and it was because of its death that Heiyi was angry that he came with a knife.

When she woke up, Heiyi's anger was replaced by fear, holding her head, and letting her beat and scold, and Baiyi felt very guilty in her heart, always feeling that it was because she had harmed Heiyi who was beaten and scolded like this, so Baiyi persuaded her, but she seemed to be carried away by anger, turned the gun, and began to insult Baiyi, her own son.

Bai Yi has a pure nature, always thinks that the world is beautiful, from childhood to adulthood, because of such a character, many playmates of the same age love to play with it, but when he gets older, although he is polite on the surface, but behind his back he laughs at him as a fool, Bai Yi has never known the sinister of people's hearts, and tonight, he began to understand.

She cursed and said a lot of things in her heart, and the weakness, innocence, and stupidity of the white clothes were infinitely magnified by it, and they were said in vicious language, and the white clothes were tearful, bowed their heads, and accepted silently, holding their sleeves with both hands, like a child.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky seemed to be like her, venting its anger, and the sound of the rain covering up what happened tonight, and the servants either slept or dared not come near her room, after all, no one in the mansion today was not afraid of her.

Her anger was like the rain outside the house, which could not be stopped, and the black and white clothes were cursed by them in turn, Xu was stunned, and the object of the curse began to involve other people, all the people who knew in black and white, and finally, even her husband.

Black-clad stood up and began to shout at her.

That man, in the heart of the black cloth, has a pivotal position.

She sneered, and continued to curse the man in black and the man in black in even more filthy language, and if an outsider were here, she would never associate her with the virtuous and virtuous woman.

Bai Yi also seemed to be unable to bear her father being cursed by her own mother like this, and began to persuade her, but the result was the same, tonight, as if she wanted to vent all her anger, she pointed to Bai Yi's head, and scolded the street like a shrew.

However, her voice stopped abruptly.

The sharp knife, the knife of the dog slaughter, pierced her chest.

She tried hard to make a sound, but she looked down at the bloodstained tip of the knife, turned her head in despair, and saw the red eyes of the black clothes!