[In the middle of a gray fog, the only color was the clear silhouette of a blond-haired youth.
Sitting on a bed in a hospital room with a lost expression and a layer of gauze on his head, he looked a little fragile.
The entire infirmary was empty.
A moment later, a dark-haired and green-eyed teenager walked in, followed by a schoolboy in thick glasses, and seemed to apologize to the blonde ward.
The blond boy froze for a moment, then showed a cheerful smile, nodding in acquiescence.
They were inviting him to go somewhere.
The previous scene faded, and in the fog, one could see the blonde boy was now tied up in a slightly worn out church and struggling to free himself.
āHmp, God will wash away all your sins! Damn Morris!ā The gang leader named Fen wrangled Morris, his expression incomparably malevolent.
āIām sorry, Morris, but God will forgive us.ā Annie, dressed in a black veil, was filled with a sense of guilt.
Morris was gagged with a strip of cloth, but fierce eyes glared at them all the same.
āMy child, I said long ago that this was your destiny.ā
The last person to be seen in the fog was a woman in a black robe, smiling gently at the bound Morris.
The vision dissipated.
Mary covered her head in pain and screamed, āIām sorry, Iām sorry! I shouldnāt have told my aunt where you were, Iām sorry! Forgive me, Iām just confused!ā
Her auntāa.k.a, Emily.
āMary? Mary! Are you okay?! Where are you going?ā Karina watched Mary run madly out of the classroom and frantically followed.
However, she was too late.
Mary fell down the staircase, her neck twisted at an odd angle, a flash of crimson flowing across the floor.
Karina blankly stared at Maryās collapsed body over the bottom of the stairs, and then shook out of it, shrilly screaming.
āAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!ā
Sharp, horrifying laughter resounded in the empty corridor.
Jiejiejiejie, Iāll never forgive anyone. ć
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Rainfall covered up the sounds from the other side of the street.
Annieās parents returned to the house.
Zhou Yu stood on the sidewalk and observed everything happening across the road, but as the rain became heavier, even as he was holding an umbrella, he steadily got soaked.
He shouldāve left quickly, but for some reason, he always got the feeling that Anneās affairs were very unusual.
Looking at the wound that was revealed when Annie was lifted onto the ambulance, it seemed to have been made by a sharp knife.
But she was a very popular beauty in school. How could something like an accident happen so suddenly?
Speaking of which, Annieās number one suitor, Fen, was also inexplicably missing.
There were rumors in the school that he transferred, but no one knew exactly when.
āHey! You there! Who are you!ā An officer in police uniform roared at Zhou Yu from across the street.
The ambulance had taken Annie to the hospital, but a police car with the siren on was still parked in front of Annieās house, and seemed to be investigating the situation.
The police officer apparently found Zhou Yu, who had been standing opposite, a bit abnormal, and started walking over to question him.
Seeing this, Zhou Yu lowered his umbrella slightly and turned to leave.
The rain was getting heavier, and deep puddles accumulated on the ground; every timeĀ Zhou Yu set his foot down, it would splash a lot of water up and wet the hems of his pants.
The addition of wet clothing finally let Zhou Yu feel the onset of winter, sending a shiver up his body.
But after a while, the chill gradually dissipated, and instead, there was warmth.
Although it was unusual, Zhou Yu didnāt think too much about it, just accelerated towards home.
Behind him, a ghostly figure followed him, shielding him from the rain.
Huuuuu~~
The cold wind blew past; Zhou Yu closed his umbrella, opened the door, and shut the cold wind outside.
The entryway was as dark as ever, only a little lamp in the living room sending off soft light.
My alcoholic father is probably watching TV, Zhou Yu thought blankly.
The clothes on his body were dripping wet, even if he had already entered the house, he still needed to get out of his cold garments.
After walking inside a few steps, the rough, familiar voice sprayed from the living room: āYou son of a bitch! Why did you come back so late? Quickly cook for Laozi!ā
The middle-aged man, who was lying on the sofa, lifted half of his body, revealing his face and looking over at Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu looked up and frowned slightly after seeing the manās appearance.
The originally only slightly plump man had become completely flabby. Even their waxy yellow face was abnormally pale, just like an old man on their deathbed.
His pale green eyes seemed cloudy, his drooping eyelids covering the only bright spot on his face.
āOkayā
Zhou Yu blinked, his emerald green eyes as clear as ever.
Of course, my dear father, the most sinister traitor.
From a young age, everyone told him that his mother had betrayed his father, leaving him like a chain that weighed down on his father.Ā [1]
As a child who needed a stable family situation, this made him feel bitter, bitter and scared for his life.
He was terrified of being thrown out of the house by his father, and he was ashamed, hating what his mother had done. He felt so guilty that he tried to take responsibility for his motherās actions.
The perception of this reality led to his world being covered in a murky grey veil.
He didnāt dare disobey any unreasonable orders from his father, letting him beat and curse at him; all Zhou Yu wanted was to be allowed to stay in the place that could just barely be called āhomeā.
It wasnāt until two weeks ago that he discovered the truth, under some latticework in the small attic.
The teen found his motherās diary.
His mother didnāt abandon them, she just suddenly disappeared.
In the pages of the small book, he could feel the deep love she had for her family, or rather, for her son.
Cleary, from the recollections, one could see that Eugene didnāt care about the family at all.
He often drank, losing his job and abusing his mother in fits of drunken fury.
In such a painful diary, the only joy that could be felt was when his mother wrote about her one year-old child.
However, after a single page, everything came to an abrupt halt.
Thanks to Mo for the Ko-fi!!! Say hi everyone!
[Month xx, xxth day, xxxxth year
Eugene got drunk and hit me again today.
What should I do? Do you want a divorce?
But what should I do about Zhou Yu, heās still so young, I donāt want to leave him fatherless ā¦ I canāt get divorced.
Eugene is calling me for something, is he going to do it again?
I donāt want to talk to him. [1]
Forget it, Iāll just go with him. ć
Obviously, his mother disappeared after the incident recorded in the diary, and only his father knew where she went.
His father, Eugene, concealed his motherās whereabouts and declared that she had abandoned him and the family.
This woman who loves her family this much had her memory besmirched, forcing her to bear an 18-year-old infamy.
āThe foodās ready.ā
Zhou Yu brought warm pasta to the dining table and then took off his apron, preparing to go to his room and change.
His trouser legs were almost completely soaked, it was very uncomfortable, sticking to his calves with a chill.
Eugene struggled to sit up from the sofa ā even as simple a movement as this made him tiredly huff.
āHuuu, stand still! Little bastard! Did the relief worker come over this month?!ā Eugene opened his heavy eyelids, but even his dull face couldnāt hide his greed.
The church in town paid relief money to poor students every month as living expenses. However, this money is never spent on Zhou Yu, instead being used by the alcoholic to buy liquor or some of that āGodās Blessing. ā
āNo, itās not the end of the month yet.ā Zhou Yu paused and responded indifferently.
āYou little bastard! Why isnāt it the end of the month? Un? Did you use it! Fuck! You little shit!ā Eugene stood up strenuously, stomping towards the teen with his hand raised like he was about to hit him.
Zhou Yu watched coldly as the staggering man approached him, but remained motionless.
As Eugene got closer and closer, unnoticed, Zhou Yuās shadow that was projected onto the wall began to distort, as if something would jump out at any time, cruelly tearing apart any who dared mess with itās owner
Had his Zhou Yu really been living such a life?
Sure enough, this world is rotten to the core.
Everyone should fall into dreamland, bear the punishment they deserve, and never wake up again.
Floomphāā
The huge man didnāt stay standing for long. He fell to the ground, coughing out rough moans and groans.
ā**! Hurry up and help Laozi! You dog bastard!āĀ [2]
The father cursed viciously, no affection suffusing his eyes, only malicious intent.
Zhou Yu looked down on the now-frail man.
His āfitnessā had become absolutely ridiculous, inducing a gagging fit from any who looked at his putrid fat rolls.
A faint light flooded Zhou Yuās emerald-green eyes, the corners of his lips slightly curved into a mysterious grin.
āDear father, I still have some business to attend to, have a good night.ā
Shutting out all the abusive curses, Zhou Yu expressionlessly leaned back against the door.
He really used to adore his father.
He studied hard, just to get a compliment from his father, even just a smile was enough.
Unfortunately, this so-called father didnāt appreciate those things.
The dark-haired and green-eyed boy leaned silently against the door and seemed to be crying, distressing the single onlooker.
The invisible figure couldnāt help but gently stroke the teenagerās head, trying to comfort the upset child.
Zhou Yu hung his head, pondering his next move, but suddenly felt a cool pressure on his head, like he was being patted.
ā!ā
Zhou Yu lifted his head violently with a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.
āWho is it? Who the hell are you?ā
What was the thing that kept peeping in on his life?
The transparent human figure froze, backed away, curled up in the corner, and tried to stay out of the teenās sight.
But the room was so big, Zhou Yu ended up circling the room twice in doubt, which also caused the onlooker to change positions again ā Morris started hanging upside down from the ceiling.
He didnāt even really have any reason to worry.
He was a ghost in and of itself, even if someone tried to touch him, they wouldnāt find anything ā not as long as he didnāt want to be found.
But for some reason, when he thought his best friend would pass through his body unintentionally, the distance between them ethereally tiny, or maybe even blended with each other, he started feeling weird, his cheeks were even already flaming.
But heād obviously already been burnt to a crisp, how could he still feel heat?
Shaking away the doubts and inexplicable fieryness in his heart, this transparent figure floated on ceiling steadily, watching the dark-haired young man carefully search the room.
He suddenly felt like his friend wasā¦ a bit cute.
The transparent man thought like this, his fingers unexpectedly reaching out to poke the boyās huffing face.
Zhou Yu: !!!!
What the hell!
Zhou Yu frowned and swiped his hand against his face.
He felt something cold just now, really strange.
Did he overthink it?
Heād searched the entire room, but found nothing out of the ordinary.
But it was also true that the past few days had been unrealistically abnormal.
āāāāā-
The author has something to say: Thank you for the calm and elegant mines and the long grass that Yingying flying ~ Thank you little angels! Do you love you ~
Thank you for your nutrition!
āāāāāāāā
Little Theater:
Future world consciousness: (Empty expression) Hasnāt suicide been performed for a long time? Letās perform now! (Pulls out gun)
Nightmare World Consciousness: (glistening eyes)
Future world awareness: (puts hand on the trigger)
Nightmare World Consciousness: (Trail of Tears)
Awareness of the future world: (crash.jpg) Are you special, why keep crying and watching! Itās the same as what you have to do next!
Nightmare World Consciousness: (wow crying)
Awareness of the future world: (hairline crazy chaos tm backs.jpg) Give up and lose, donāt cry, please!
Nightmare World Consciousness: (Second Change Smile Face) Then letās go shopping in the mall in the future! What do you want to buy? (Take out the banknote)
The consciousness of the future world: (Lao Tzu doesnāt want to live.jpg) mmp!