Team villains except me

Norvia would not persuade Joshua to stay in the Temple of Medicine.

She still remembered what Yusli had said to her. Joshua was very concerned about his promises, and he would definitely do what he promised, but there were people in this world that even the God of Medicine could not save.

Joshua doesn't like to lie to others. But he also doesn't tell cold facts to patients when they need comfort. After the irreversible death, Joshua needed a lot of self-healing time to accept that he had not fulfilled his promises.

Choosing the life you want is not selfish. It’s just that Joshua also regards his talent as a responsibility.

Human life is so short, and the long years pass by in a flash. Choosing selfishness is not betrayal.

Nolvia did not continue the topic. She knew Joshua would make his own choice, and no matter what that choice was, he would have regrets to some extent.

So does she.

Joshua's communicator suddenly vibrated. He looked down, then raised his head to look at Norvia.

"Garcia is awake! Norvia, you can go in now too."

Nolvia nodded, but she hesitated for a moment and did not choose to meet Garcia.

Joshua tilted his head slightly and asked Nolvia why she didn't go in.

Norvia’s blue eyes were gentle, and her voice was as soft as the quiet summer breeze.

"Mr. Garcia will feel more relaxed when he sees Zhu Si after waking up. In Mr. Garcia's heart, Zhu Si is his most trusted family member."

Her presence makes Garcia nervous.

Norvia felt that Zhuyao had a convincing power. Although Zhuyao's words were sharp, she was able to make people trust her, admire her, and love her. Just like Lilith, just like the green-haired girl named "Pingluo".

Just like Garcia.

……

When Garcia woke up, his vision was still blurry. The hazy blocks of color looked like a spliced ​​river. He felt the pain in his body and remembered why he had fainted.

On his way to find Zhuqiu, he saw a drunk man whom he tried to avoid.

The drunk man was nothing like Ada. Ada was so strong that he dared not resist. Ada could slap his face until it was swollen. After being beaten, he could always taste the taste of blood in his mouth, like rusty pickled fish, fishy and cold with a strange sweetness.

He could always feel the burning pain when he swallowed the blood into his throat. He didn't know if it was because the gaping wound had been stained with water, but he felt that his swallowing was too heavy and his throat was corroded by the blood.

Ada said that he was beaten for a reason. His existence was sinful, and he had reason to be beaten. He was responsible for all the evil that happened in the world. It was his appearance that accelerated his grandfather's death, and he deserved to be treated badly.

Did he know that Ada was making excuses for his violence? He knew, he just didn't have the ability to resist. He did think he was guilty, but he only felt that his grandfather's death was related to him. He didn't know about other evils in the world, and he didn't cause them. He didn't want to be responsible. Although he no longer went to school, he still understood these basic principles.

He tried to tell Ada that he was innocent, but Ada just crushed his self-esteem. Ada stole and lied, and then put all the blame on him, considering the violence against him as an apology to the shop owners.

It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm. He instinctively followed Ada's expectations and became someone who would not hit him. He learned to lie and began to read Ada's eyes. He wanted to grow up first, and when he could compete with Ada, he would tell Ada how wrong his ideas were.

The instinct of survival masked the pain caused by his grandfather's death. Garcia thought that he probably really depended on Ada for survival. Although he was undoubtedly afraid and resentful of Ada, he still unconsciously regarded Ada as a family member.

It was because he regarded Ada as a family member that he was hurt so deeply. But he was too young at the time and he didn't know that he actually had other options. He could drive Ada away and he had many ways out.

It's just that Ada covered it all up.

In order to survive, he killed his painful self with his own hands, erased the memory of that period, and trapped himself in a world where he could not move forward.

The lingering hatred was buried in the garden of memory, accumulating year after year until the day when his memory was restored.

He thought he didn't hate anymore.

no.

He hated himself as much as Ada, but forgiving himself did not mean that he forgave Ada. If he did nothing wrong, then Ada was wrong.

He just had no one to avenge himself on. Ada was already dead, and his hatred had nowhere to go, so it could only evaporate day by day until it completely disappeared.

But when he saw the drunk, the hatred revived. The drunk didn't look like Ada, but Garcia saw the shadow of Ada in the drunk. He stood there for a long time with his fists clenched, doing nothing.

He watched the drunk lose his temper at a short child, he saw the drunk smash the bottle, and he saw the drunk hurt his child wantonly.

What made Garcia lose control was the indifference in the child's eyes.

It is so easy to destroy a person. The death of a loved one in childhood, a word of accusation when he had self-esteem, a slap in the face when he wanted to be comforted, the disgust when he was forced to steal... Garcia never felt lucky.

He paid a lot, and after tearing himself apart, he lived in confusion. He lived a very painful life, a shadow was cast over his past life, and there was not a trace of joy in the time he lost.

Ada never apologized to him. Ada destroyed him easily. And then died quietly.

Garcia hated himself countless times for not being able to move forward. He hadn't seen the sun for a long time. His bones were brittle and soft in the heavy rain. He couldn't accept himself and couldn't fit into this world. He felt like a monster and was terrified. He didn't like socializing. He didn't know how to get along with others. He pretended to be a normal person and maintained a job that paid him. He sat alone in his cold and lonely home, hugging his knees until dawn.

Self-loathing was enough to devour him, and he lived with despair, almost wishing for death. But the sense of responsibility his grandfather gave him bound him, and at the same time, the "Spider-sama" who had never appeared became one of his few expectations.

He never grew up. In that world where it always rained, he was still a child waiting for his grandfather to get better. The magic he awakened was the same as himself, and he himself was also an illusion. The growth of age only made him more mature in appearance and more hunched back. He became more fragile, more self-loathing, and more confused about his own existence.

He used to think that he was just a coward. He hated himself for not being like his grandfather. He felt that his soul was mean and that he was born that way. But now that he thought about the past, he easily came to a conclusion.

It was Ada who destroyed him. Ada had abused his body and soul with violence.

Just like the child with a blank look in his eyes who is being beaten right now.

Garcia clenched his hands slowly.

When did he start to feel that his life was a dream? It was the moment he talked to Zhu Yi. He was so eager to have a new family that he took this idea as reality. And at the beginning of this month, when his dream was punctured, he had a few moments that felt that his life was no better than a tragedy with a beginning and an end.

But after the beautiful dream ended, he felt that he was unworthy of the surprise. The world suddenly showed kindness to him. Fiana and her uncle Hazi spared no effort to help him find what he liked. Although Norvia said that she would not treat him as a family member, she would still take him to work, respect his wishes, accompany him to choose a new place to work, and take care of him like a family member.

Hugh bought him a gold cup, Irene uncovered his past and reminded him of those memories, Jerry found that there was no body in the garden, Dooku helped him renovate his home, and he received many gifts...

He had also felt uneasy because of such kindness. He didn't know if this was also an illusion he wanted to see. Otherwise, why would they be so kind to him?

There has to be some reason.

Garcia realized later that they seemed to see the shadows of others in him. They looked at others through him, and because of their protection and love for others, they chose to help him.

Garcia didn't understand. He didn't quite understand the emotion. But he does now.

He looked at the child with bruises on his arms, just like looking at himself many years ago. He knew that the child was falling, and no one helped him. In fact, if someone helped him, he would survive.

Try very hard to embrace the sunshine and survive.

So before the bottle shards could pierce the child's arm, Garcia rushed over.

Garcia was afraid of getting into a fight. This was the first time he had taken the initiative to start a fight. He had no idea how to defeat the other person, so he just attacked the drunk man with a weapon crazily and without any reason.

He did not feel any pain. But he felt the slippery blood on his body. He touched his throat and found that he was almost unable to make a sound. Just like before, he was threatened with violence and became speechless. He could not make a sound.

But this is also different from the past.

As Garcia fell, he tried to look at the frightened child, looking into his eyes that were so terrified that they were devoid of any emotion.

Garcia coughed up blood foam and opened his mouth wide.

“Run…fast…”

His voice was broken and intermittent, like an image stone that had been eliminated.

Before he fell into coma, the last thing he saw was the back of the child running away. He thought that he should have no resentment now. If he was going to die, he would experience the feeling of death with freedom and joy. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time. He could not let go of his responsibilities, nor could he forgive himself. He even felt that death was a kind of indulgence, an entertainment that he did not deserve.

...Go to sleep Garcia, it's no big deal.

Garcia thought so and closed his eyes quietly.

The silence relaxed Garcia. He was too tired. He had restrained himself for too long. He wanted to rest. Maybe he would wake up, but that was for later.

What made Garcia want to wake up was the vibration of the communicator. Every time the communicator sounded at this frequency, he would receive his salary. He needed to remit his salary to "Angel Wings".

By the way, "Angel Wings" is a tradition he inherited from his grandfather. He wants to remit his salary to "Angel Wings"... But this month he made a lot of money from his part-time job, and he wants to take out part of his salary to buy some gifts for his students...

Wait, if the salary is paid, does that mean it is already the next month? If it is already the time for the next month to pay the salary, then the war of resistance should be over... the war of resistance. Was the war of resistance successful? His students...

He was originally going to look for Zhu Yao. He should have been looking for Zhu Yao!

Garcia suddenly opened his eyes.

Everything in front of him was blurry and unfamiliar, but slowly, as the pain in his throat intensified, his vision became clearer.

It was dusk, and the world seemed to have been deliberately made old; even the light seemed particularly long.

Garcia turned his head slowly, trying to recognize where he was. His movements froze when he saw a certain color.

Garcia saw a mass of dark green. A sharp, rich color.

It's the spider.

He wanted to apologize to.

Garcia tried to make a sound, but all he could make was a breathy sound.

Zhu Xi spoke, and her voice drowned out his silent apology.

Zhu Yi looked down at him, blinking her red eyelashes and speaking in a sarcastic tone.

"Yo, wake up."