Caught off guard and became a brother [Rebirth]

The woman sat on the edge of the window sill, and the breeze blew by, causing her hair to rise and cover half of her face. There was no expression on her face, she just looked at Cheng Zeye quietly.

Cheng Zeye has always been steady and self-restraining, but at this moment he couldn't help shouting: "Mother."

The woman didn't speak.

The two of them didn't move, and the whole space seemed to be still, like a slow motion in a movie, the woman's fluttering skirt swayed slowly in the wind, again and again, as if trying to test something.

Cheng Zeye stared at her intently.

Finally, the woman smiled at Cheng Zeye and said, "Ze Ye, why are you here?"

Cheng Zeye's lips moved, and when he spoke, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse: "It's time to go down for dinner."

"Well, I'll go down in a while." The woman nodded and asked, "Is Ze Ye happy today?"

Cheng Zeye looked at the woman's smiling face, but was speechless.

"Huh? Are you unhappy?"

Cheng Zeye didn't answer, he looked at his mother, his gaze almost wanted to penetrate that body.

After that birthday, for countless nights, he woke up from nightmares, and in his dreams, there was always that pale face covered with blood.

The woman's eyes are very beautiful, and the waves in her eyes are as bright as the bright moon, but when it freezes at that moment, it is indescribably weird. It should be out of focus, but it seems to be staring at him, even the arc of the corner of the mouth All ridiculed just right.

The warm sun shone on him, but coolness leaked from his bones. The blood began to spread continuously on the grass, as if countless poisonous snakes were attacking him. He had nowhere to escape, only Take that fatal blow.

Cheng Zeye closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the woman had already come down from the window sill. She was extremely thin, and when she jumped down, the wind rolled up her sleeves and skirt, and she looked like a butterfly flying over.

She said, "Go down."

Her voice was very soft, as if it was blown dry by the wind: "Ze Ye, happy birthday."

Before Cheng Zeye had time to hear clearly, that sentence was blown away in the wind.

The birthday party never came to fruition.

Because after the woman went downstairs, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and smashed all the tableware to pieces, and she also destroyed the big cake on the third floor in the middle of the dining table in an almost brutal way, which she picked out herself.

Cheng Zeye just watched coldly from the sidelines.

He wanted to ask her a lot of questions, but he still didn't say anything in the end, just like he did back then.

Because the birthday party was ruined, his father naturally didn't have a good face, and his mother was taken back to the attic by the servants long ago.

Today is actually a relatively mild symptom. Cheng Zeye remembered that women used to do some self-harm. The most serious one was when she stabbed herself in the abdomen with a paper knife.

After that time, his father ordered all the servants in the family not to allow women to get any sharp weapons, and there were no more accidents after that.

But Cheng Zeye felt that if a woman really wanted to commit suicide, his father would not be able to stop her.

Women are just looking for the right moment, the one that will cause them the most pain.

Cheng Zeye stayed in the study for a while, and finally couldn't bear the oppressive and dull atmosphere in this house—his father sold the house after the woman died in the previous life.He told the butler that he wanted to go out and buy some things.

After all, Cheng Zeye was his father's only son, the young master of the Cheng family, so he couldn't be alone when he went out, he would be picked up by a dedicated driver wherever he went, and if he went to a place other than school, there would be two bodyguards following him every step of the way.

He was used to this kind of life a long time ago, but he still felt a little disgusted when he relived it.

His father was not protecting him, but imprisoning him.

This is often the attitude of people towards an object that is useful to them but has no emotion.

Cheng Zeye simply came out for a walk, but the two bodyguards behind him were really an eyesore, so he had no choice but to sit on a bench by the side of the road.

It was still summer vacation, and the weather was still very hot. Although the sun was not strong, the temperature was enough to make people sweat profusely. Cheng Zeye sat there for more than an hour, which was enough to be called weird in the eyes of others.

He was still wearing the same suit as before, but he just took off his coat. At this age, it is inevitable that he will attract people's attention. Besides, he has an air of extravagance and a good-looking face. Many people passing by pointed at him. .

But Cheng Zeye didn't care about these.

In his last life, he lived for more than twenty years, and the best thing he did was never to care about anyone or any environment around him.

Because anyone and any circumstances have nothing to do with him.

Sitting there, Cheng Zeye was actually remembering all the time.

His memory is quite good.

Even if you can't remember something clearly, you will generally remember how you felt when you experienced it.

But I feel that this kind of thing is actually the most unreliable. Although it records your emotional changes at that time period or point in time, it is actually not accurate, because people are easily influenced by the outside world, resulting in illusions, especially When I was young.

Cheng Zeye's memories about that woman were all dark, hidden in the depths of his mind, and he refused to take them out easily, but at this moment he suddenly questioned his own memories, were all his childhood memories really like that?

The reason why he was afraid to question his mother was because he didn't want to hear her answer. He was afraid that the woman would answer: Yes, I just hate you and want you to die.

He didn't have the chance to ask in the last life, but he dare not ask in this life.

Cheng Zeye glanced at the time and felt that he had been sitting like this for too long, so he got up and planned to leave, but as soon as he turned his gaze, he saw an unexpected figure.

Cheng Zeye originally thought that he would have little chance to meet Wen Du again.

After all, the two people's identities are very different, and their life circles don't overlap, so the chance of meeting them is naturally slim.

As a result, for some reason, he easily noticed the figure that looked a little short and thin in the crowd.

Wen Du was standing in front of a cake shop. Because he was still very small, he stood on tiptoe and couldn't reach the height of the counter.

He didn't know what he wanted to buy, and he held two one-dollar banknotes in his hand.

Cheng Zeye took a look at the decoration of the shop. This cake shop is probably a typical commoner's location, and all the products are sold with good taste. It is time to get off work, and there are not a few people queuing up to buy.

However, those customers didn't seem to have the consciousness of queuing up independently, but formed a circle around the counter, shouting at one end and saying at the other.So the clerk in the cake shop was a little busy.

Wen Du stood on tiptoe a little, standing outside the crowd, as if he wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak, his whole face was flushed red.

Seeing this, Cheng Zeye couldn't help but walked over.

Wen Du's hand holding the banknotes loosened and clenched again. Finally, after a long time, the crowd gradually dispersed. He walked up and opened his mouth to say something, probably because his voice was too low, the clerk didn't hear him.

Seeing that there was no response after half a minute, Wen Du wanted to try again, but at this moment a woman suddenly pulled his clothes from the side, speaking in a high-pitched voice unique to women.

"You're such an adult, you don't even know how to buy anything. How can I teach you! Take the money and tell me what you want. If you don't talk about it, how will others know what you want!"

"I'm really going to be mad at you, a boy is so timid! Hurry up, or don't eat!"

And Wen Du, who was reprimanded in public, seemed even more at a loss, as if he had forgotten how to walk, and could only stand motionless until his whole body was covered with a layer of heat and shame.

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Tomorrow there will probably be more than 1 words... because it will be on the QAQ list