Fast Travel: The Patient Villain Is a Love Brain

After listening to Mengmeng's narration, Li Yan seemed to understand the reason for the contrast between Mo Hua.

Mo Hua didn't like this kind of oppression, but he had to obey, which caused him to resist his behavior in his heart, and thus he felt cold-hearted and hot-hearted.

Li Yan sank into the water and sighed.

at the same time.

Mojia.

Mo Hua pushed open the living room door, with a smile on his face, but he said without any ups and downs, "Mom, I'm back."

As usual, Mother Mo guarded the entrance.

Seeing Mo Hua, Mother Mo raised her hand and looked at her watch with a serious expression, "I came back 23 minutes late today, where did you go?"

Mo Hua is clearly a head taller than Mother Mo, but in front of him, he looks weak.

"I met a classmate who needed help, so I was delayed for a while."

"Didn't I tell you? You have to go home as soon as possible after school?"

"But you said that when you see someone in distress, you should lend a helping hand."

Snapped--

The boy with his head down turned his face away, with a bright red palm print on his left cheek, "Are you talking back to me?"

The boy's eyes looked dull, he turned his head, "There is no mother, I am explaining to you."

Mo's mother was angry and accused, "I told you before, after school, you still have to practice piano, violin, cello, do Olympiad questions, and learn etiquette."

"So you can't waste any time after school!"

"And I also said that not everyone is worthy of your help. What you want to help are those who have a superior family, excellent grades, and can help you."

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"For some ants, you don't need to help. Even if you want to help, it can't take up your study time. Do you understand?"

Mo Hua answered like a marionette, "I know Mom."

"Okay, you change your shoes now and go to practice the piano for half an hour."

"Good mother."

Mo Hua took off his shoes, put them neatly on the shoe rack, put on slippers and walked towards the expensive piano in the living room.

His school uniform is neat, no matter where he sits, even if he is not wearing a suit, he is as elegant and noble as a prince.

But when he dropped his fingers to the piano and played a discordant sound, he was greeted with a distorted scream, "Ah!!! What's going on!!!?"

"You've been practicing this piece for a week, how can you play it wrong?"

Snapped--

The heavy ruler hit the back of Mo Hua's hand, which immediately became red and swollen.

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Mo Hua's right hand twitched slightly, he said slowly, "Mom, my hand...is sprained."

He thought it was just a slight sprain, but when he played the note just now, the pain was severe.

"what happened!"

Mother Mo grabbed Mo Hua's trembling right hand and asked, "Do you know how important your hand is? How can you not protect your hand?"

Mother Mo's worried look made Mo Hua mistakenly think that she would care about herself, but all she cared about was that she couldn't play the piano.

"I'm sorry mom, I accidentally twisted it."

Mother Mo reprimanded angrily, "Did you twist it while helping your classmate?"

"No, I accidentally bumped into the table and sprained it when I went to help it."

"You're too careless, you've let me down!" Mother Mo called the family doctor after scolding her, "Come over here."

After examining Mo Hua, the doctor said, "It's just a mild sprain, and it can fully recover after half a month's rest."

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"Is it really not serious? Will there be sequelae? Will it be unable to carry heavy objects or be unable to work hard for a long time?"

"Furthermore, is there anything I need to pay attention to, or do some training to help recovery?"

Mother Mo's tense state in front of the doctor at this time is completely a good mother who is worried about her son's health.

The doctor wouldn't know either. Mo's mother asked this because she was afraid that Mo Hua would not be able to practice the piano again.

"You don't need to be nervous, he's only slightly sprained, he needs to rest for half a month, and add some proper rehabilitation exercises to it."

"Then I'm relieved, thank you doctor."

After sending the doctor away, Mother Mo's face did not show the politeness just now, "No, I don't trust this doctor, I will ask for leave for you, you go to the hospital with me tomorrow."

Mo Hua sat on the sofa, his slender eyelashes covered his beautiful eyes, he nodded slightly, "You can decide, I'm sleepy, let's rest first."

"Good night Mom."

After Mo Hua finished speaking, after Mother Mo nodded in agreement, she walked upstairs slowly.

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Mo Hua, who returned to the room, pushed open the door on one side of the wall and entered the independent study.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the study, there is an easel.

Mo Hua picked up the canvas next to him and fixed it on the easel, and slowly took out the paint.

When holding the brush, he instinctively stretched out his right hand, but finally picked up the brush with his left hand.

In fact, he has been left-handed since he was a child, but because his mother felt that left-handers were different from ordinary people, it would appear that he was an outlier and would not fit into the circle, so she forcibly corrected him.

He instinctively stretched out his right hand to grab something, not because he had been corrected, but because it was deeply ingrained in his childhood education.

In fact, he would be more comfortable with his left hand.

But because his mother didn't like it, he had to try to do various things with his weak hands all the time.

The paint is spread on the canvas.

What he uses is not a bright red, not a warm bright color, but pure black all over.

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With just a few strokes, a distorted skull emerges vividly on the canvas.

Behind the skull, there are twisted corpses lying on the ground, twisting the house so that everything on the canvas is twisted.

Like his twisted life.

He painted the whole painting calmly and silently, sitting in front of the painting and watching quietly.

He wasn't happy when he was painting them, even though they weren't made to be.

Even if he draws what he thinks in his heart and deeply describes his heart, he is not happy.

Even these paintings can't do the venting function.

until……

Mo Hua, who had been sitting quietly for a long time, got up, went to the shelf and fetched a utility knife.

The sharp blade was pushed out, and the harsh friction when it cut through the paper made a little light in his eyes.

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Destruction can bring him the joy of venting.

The originally intact paintings turned into pieces of rubbish, and he cleaned them up and put them in garbage bags to seal them up.

It's like his life.

He wanted to destroy everything he had, to tear up his life, to crush his puppet self.

But when the fantasies are over, he has to sort out his messy emotions, and then package himself into the most perfect appearance according to his mother's favorite appearance.

Pack up all the dark thoughts so that no outsiders can discover them.

His mood was like shredded paper wrapped in a garbage bag. It would be thrown away anyway. It was garbage anyway, and no one would care what was inside.

In the end, the fate that cannot escape is nothing but incineration or landfill.