Cannon Fodder Counterattacks Spiritual Writings (21)

Ye sinian looked down at the pale boy on the ground, with a strange expression on his face, mixed with resentment and a little pity.

There is nothing wrong with loving someone, but there is something wrong with hurting others for the sake of your sweetheart, even threatening the lives of others. This kind of love makes people fearless for no reason.

What's wrong with Yi Che? He was just a small dispute. The cause was still in Sun Lin. Why was he the one who was entangled in fear and collapsed and committed suicide?

What's wrong with Han Lin? It's just falling in love with someone you shouldn't love, with full of love and all the enthusiasm, but in the end, why is it only in exchange for the entanglement of the evil spirit or even a tragic death?

Professor Wu was even more unlucky. He was immersed in academics all his life, and he was filled with the joy of discovering talents. In the end, he was forced to die at home at the age of sixties...

Ye sinian has no habit of judging others. He thinks he is not a good person himself, and he doesn't care about the bottom line of principle in doing things, but now, the feeling in his heart is quite... hard to say.

"Zhang Hao, died at home ten years ago..." Ye Sinian squatted down and looked directly at those horrified eyes. His expression and tone were faint, but it was cruel to the person involved: "You who died of illness... Why is you here?"

The boy was visibly stunned when he heard the words, and a blankness flashed in his eyes. He blinked, as if he had just remembered something, his thin body shrank suddenly.

Chaos mind seemed to be split with a sword, and came in with a corrosive light. The cruel pictures he had buried in his heart by self-deception flashed in his mind, and the pain of the heart instantly hit his heart. The boy opened his mouth, but found that he could not say anything.

Zhang Hao...

this long name is like a key, opening the door of the heart full of dust, a series of dark and obscure memories exploded in his mind, despair, darkness, numbness...

that small and simple home, that the violent and cruel stepfather, the mother who dare not speak, and finally... even turned a blind eye...

The young boy was brutally tortured again and again to wipe out the innocence and hope in his eyes. He grew up to fifteen years old in a vague way, and was finally taken away by his drunk stepfather.

"No..." The boy curled up like a wounded beast, with an expression on his face that seemed to be struggling and desperate. His half-length hair was squeezed tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

Such a cruel and dark past, such a hatred that is too strong to dissolve, how can he...how can he forget?

Ten years... he have been wandering in the mountains for ten years in a muddle-headed manner!

The body gradually trembled, the boy whimpered with hatred. He bit his lip, his slightly transparent figure curled up into a ball, extremely pitiful.

Ye sinian frowned, the look in his eyes complicated and difficult to understand.

If it weren't for his existence that would threaten the lives of Professor Wu and others, he would not be willing to intervene in this matter and be the executioner who uncovered the secret.

The words he saw on the materials flashed through his mind. Ye Sinian pursed his lips and sighed imperceptibly.

He didn't know if he was doing it right, but instead of watching him hurt others because of jealousy, he would rather choose to remind him of the past.

What should come is always coming, even if he doesn't interfere, he and Sun Lin will remember these things in the end.

It may be cruel to do this now, but it is the greatest fairness he can do.

Yue yue walked behind Ye Sinian expressionlessly and take him into his arms.

Behind him is the broad embrace of his lover. Although it is cold, it is the greatest warmth for him. The depression in Ye Sinian's heart has disappeared somehow, he pursed his lips, and watched the boy on the ground finally ended his shaking. Then he hesitated and said: "You..."

Zhang Hao raised his head from his arms, his beautiful eyes were flushed red, and he took a deep breath at Shang Ye Sinian's complicated gaze, and said, "I... all remembered."

That hoarse voice is ear-piercing. The sound made him visibly stunned. He stroked the fingerprints on his neck with a dazed expression, his expression fluctuating.

"I'm not sick to death." The pale fingertips pressed on the fingerprints trembled slightly, Zhang Hao's eyes were red, but a smile that was half tragic and half mocking appeared on his lips, and he sighed slowly with that hoarse voice and authentic: "I'm not sick..."

His stepfather's crazy and hideous face appeared in his mind again. Zhang Hao's fingertips trembled a little bit more, and the ink-colored pupils were so thick that they could not be removed. He slowly climbed up from the ground, his body lingering with a heavy life and murderous intent.

"Are you going to stop me?" Zhang Hao looked at Ye Sinian in front of him with a deep gaze, his voice hoarse: "You still want to stop me for revenge, stop me to kill?"

Ye Sinian calmly patted Yueyue's suddenly tightened arms, facing the ink-colored pupils, he snapped his lips and said, "No, on the contrary, I can help you a little bit."

As he said, Ye Sinian looked at the whole body in front of him with a sigh. The big change, there is no longer a trace of ignorant innocent boy, and said: "For example, where does the person you want to retaliate now lives..."

Zhang Hao took a deep look at Ye Sinian, and didn't ask how he knew his life experience. The world is full of mysteries. It is not unbelievable that he can remember the past after he has been dead for so long.

Besides, his eyes flicked over the one big and one small behind him, a heavy sense of crisis struck his heart. Zhang Hao pursed his lips, even now that there is no life, but the...that kind of threatening sense of soul flies away. His heart shuddered.

Let alone the big one, just the child with only high legs can feel unfathomable.

How can such a person be simple to live with these two and even affect their hearts with every move?

Taking a deep breath, and condensing these mixed thoughts, Zhang Hao squinted his eyes, and said solemnly: "Thank you..."

If it weren't for you, I might still be living in a muddleheaded state, forgetting the hatred that should have been unforgettable.

As for Sun Lin...

he is very grateful to Sun Lin for taking himself out of the mountain forest, and he is grateful that he has given himself the only tenderness in this life. Even if it is just a dream in his heart, but... but for him, it is erased the dirty mark left by the stepfather.

One generation, ten years ghost, the only gentle treatment, he...likes him very much.

But people and ghosts are ultimately different.

"The Pentecostal man died tragically at home late at night. His death was miserable and he was suspected of being cruel torture, but there are no traces of outsiders in the room. The police..."

The news is being broadcast on TV. It is probably because of a bad picture. The young beautiful host's smile is a little stiff, and the camera is focused on the dirty and dim. In the small rented house, the ground is full of dried blood.

A staff member wearing a mask carried a stretcher and walked past the camera. At this time, a gust of wind blew from nowhere. The white cloth on the deceased's body was blown with a horn, and an iron-blue face appeared in the camera with extreme horror.

The smile on the beautiful host's face became stiff again, her hand holding the microphone was obviously harder, and her knuckles turned white.

In everything in the picture, a middle-aged woman squatting in a corner appears in front of the camera. It is probably because of the * problem, her face is mosaic, and she can't see the expression on her face. You can only see that her body is trembling and her mouth is broken, thinking something.

"This Ms. Zhang is the family member of the deceased..." Without having to get close to the death scene, the expression on the face of the beautiful host finally looked better. She stroked her hair, approached the middle-aged woman, and said: "Zhang Madam, you can tell us about Mr. Luo usually..."

"Mom is sorry..." The microphone stretched out in front of her, the middle-aged woman still did not look up, but the broken thoughts in her mouth were amplified by the microphone and passed into the ears of the audience. "It's all your mother's fault... Mom should have care about you... Take your mother with you..."

The expression on the host's face became stiff again, and her hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, reluctantly she smiled and said: "Ms. Zhang, didn't your child passed away ten years ago..."

"Mom was wrong... Mom should have stopped him..."

Ye Sinian turned off the TV with a blank face. His look was a little emotional, but also a little mocking.

People have been dead for so many years. When she saw her son being raped by her husband, she didn't care about it. What is the use of confession now?

"Brother!"

Lin Xiaobei hopped and ran, coming over. He threw himself into his arms, those big glazed eyes blinked curiously: "Where are we going?"

Ye Sinian hugged his soft body, smiled and rubbed the soft hair on top of his head and said: "Well, we'll take advantage of the holiday to do good things, does Xiao Bei like it?"

"Like!"

Those eyes flashed, like the cool soles of his feet where the bilngbilng was shining. He stretched out his fleshy arms around Ye sinian's neck, revealing a big, pure and lovely smile. But what he said next was very inconsistent with the style of a child:

"Is it robbery or murder this time?"

A row of black lines fell on his forehead. Ye Sinian squeezed his little nose, and said, "Don't put such words on your mouth, you know, don't you?"

The little white face blushed, Lin Xiaobei touched his nose, smiled embarrassedly, and said with a milky voice: "I know~"

His heart is full of children. Frustrated by the crooked sense of frustration, Ye Sinian sighed silently, stretched out his hand and rubbed his little soft hair, and stared at Yue Yue who was coming here.

"What did you take him for last time?" Seeing him with a dazed face, Ye Sinian rolled his eyes, feeling speechless.

Some bad scenes flashed through his mind, Yueyue laughed nervously, secretly glared at the little thing that had betrayed him, and said: "Nothing..."

The low voice became more and more threatening in Ye Sinian's eyes.

Yue Yue smiled, took a few steps forward and took him into his arms,