I have my own deodorant, and I am troubled every day

Six-year-old He Guyuan used to have a very good family.

Gentle mother, strict but loving father, rich material conditions.

Nothing is good enough.

Until his first migraine attack.

Since that day, nothing has been good.

Seven-year-old He Guyuan didn't know why.

Why is he so uncomfortable and in so much pain, but my mother no longer comforts him like she used to when he was sick, but also locks him in the room and doesn't let him take a step out.

"You can't come out! You can't come out! Wait until you get better, and when your eyes are better, mom will let you out, okay?"

Eye?The boy blinked away the tears swirling in his eyes, what happened to his eyes?

He Guyuan had a headache that made it difficult to breathe, but he still didn't continue to sit in front of the door trying to get out of the room, but got up from the ground and ran into the bathroom.

At that time, he was not tall enough, and the mirror in the bathroom could only reflect the top of his head, and he stood on tiptoe to see half of his face in the mirror.

But enough.

Enough for him to see his own eyes clearly, a pair of blood-red horrible eyes with almost no whites.

Did mom shut him in the room because of those eyes?Is it because of these eyes that he doesn't care about him?

He Guyuan couldn't remember when he didn't have a headache at that time. He only remembered that Tan Man locked him up for a long time, and she didn't give him anything to eat. In the end, he passed out from hunger.

When he woke up again, he opened his eyes and saw Uncle Liu.

His mother was on the side, didn't look at him, just looked at Uncle Liu and said, "Help me see, are his eyes normal?"

"You can't tell his father, it's okay, Ping Hai doesn't come back often, he won't know...he won't know..."

No more caring, no more comfort, no more eye contact.

Maybe at the beginning, Tan Man didn't want him as a child, but a perfect son who could help her consolidate the position of the head wife.

He used to be, so Tan Man can love him, care for him, and care for him.

But he is no longer.

But seven-year-old He Guyuan didn't know this.

When the migraine didn't strike, he raised his head and asked Tan Man a word:

"Mom, do you hate me?"

Seven-year-old children are too short, and they need to raise their heads very high if they want to look at adults.

Tan Man wore high heels that day, and He Guyuan raised his head very hard, but couldn't see her eyes.

He heard Tan Man pause for a short time, and then said with a smile: "Why? Mom loves you."

"No one will love you more than your mother."

Then why don't you want to look at me?

Why did you go to so many witch doctors to bleed and exorcise evil spirits, and give me to drink the sewage boiled out of so many talisman papers?

Why would you lock me in your room and hysterically call me a "monster" outside when I had a migraine?

"My son shouldn't have eyes like this! You are not my son!"

Back then, He Guyuan had listened to too many words from his mother, and he blamed everything on these abnormal eyes.

Finally one day, he picked up a small knife and wanted to stab his eye and dig it out.

Mom won't hate him if she digs it out.

It might hurt, but Mom will love him.

In the end, Uncle Liu realized something was wrong and rushed to stop him in time.

"I've told you many times that you shouldn't treat the young master like this! He's still a seven-year-old child, how could you say such things to him!" Uncle Liu's angry voice came through the crack of the door.

He Guyuan opened the door secretly, wanting to see his mother's reaction.

The boy hid behind the door and looked out through the crack.

"It's not your business, Housekeeper Liu." Tan Man's voice was cold, and her expression was also cold, as if it wasn't her son who almost had an accident just now.

Uncle Liu left.

Tan Man stood where she was, as if she was thinking about something. She was wearing a beautiful long white dress, as beautiful as a beautiful white hibiscus.

"Gouging out his eyes? Yes... You can also find a doctor to replace his eyes."

·

Since the age of seven, He Guyuan has seen various doctors.

Each of them told Tan Man that his eyes were functioning normally, not even a little short-sighted, and without any pathological changes.

But Tan Man also expressed his distrust to the doctor time and time again, and then took him to the next doctor.

He Guyuan gradually lost his expectations for Tan Man, and he gradually understood that Tan Man would never respond to any of his expectations.

She said she loved him.

But that's just selfish, utilitarian love for a useful but slightly damaged tool.

This situation continued until He Guyuan was 15 years old.

His migraines started to become aggressive, and thinking about it now, that should be the beginning of his ability to be stimulated.

When He Guyuan smashed everything in the room for the first time, then directly kicked the door of the room, walked out of the room locked by Tan Man, and looked at her.

Tan Man's fear rose to deep fear.

He Guyuan didn't know what Tan Man saw in his eyes, it was probably a horrible scene of hell, so it made her frightened like that.

He did not use violence against Tan Man, even though he could hardly restrain the violent emotions in his heart at that time.

He just picked up a chair casually, and let it fall to pieces in front of Tan Man, frightening her so easily.

After that, Tan Man finally began to restrain himself.

But it's just restraint.

·

"Just let the doctor see what's wrong with the eyes! It's not like—" Tan Man's sharp voice stuck in his throat.

He Guyuan raised his head, his eyes were already blood red.

The surrounding space began to shake, as if unable to withstand the huge energy fluctuations, it was about to collapse.

"No..." Tan Man let out a "ho ho" panting sound in fear.

She saw those demons floating in the air again, their ugly faces made people tremble, surrounded by corpses piled up in a sea of ​​blood, and He Guyuan sat in the middle, like the most evil and terrifying ghosts from the abyss of hell.

"Don't kill me... don't kill me!" She scratched her neck as if she lacked oxygen.

"Get out!" He Guyuan sternly suppressed the headache that was about to burst his blood vessels.

Tan Man staggered to his feet, opened the door and rushed out with snot and tears all over his face, and he no longer had the elegant appearance of a rich wife.

"no no no……!"

The front desk lady standing outside the door was taken aback. After realizing that Tan Man was unconscious, she quickly contacted the security downstairs and asked someone to come up and take Tan Man away.

At the same time, he knocked on the door worriedly and asked, "Mr. He, are you okay? Mr. He?"

He Guyuan didn't answer, this was the worst migraine attack he had ever had, the pain seemed to be stirring in his brain with an electric drill, almost making it impossible to breathe.

The stomach also convulsed, and the cold sweat on the back soaked the shirt.

If Yuyu was around...if he was around, it wouldn't hurt so much.

He Guyuan thought in a daze.

But luckily Yuyu wasn't here, if she was, she would probably be scared.

·

Yu Yu is in the art gallery, looking at the painting "Thanatos" carefully.

The black and bright red color blocks are mixed together, interweaving an ominous feeling. The whole painting has an unnatural sense of weirdness, and it seems to be covered with a strange wave.

"Like this painting?"

Yu Yu turned his head, and Shen Heshu stood by his side holding a bottle of water.

Yu Yu shook her head: "I just think the name is very special."

He took the bottle of water from Shen Heshu and thanked him.

"Did you enjoy the exhibition?" Shen Heshu asked.

Yu Yu was about to unscrew the cap to drink water, but found that Shen Heshu had already unscrewed the cap for him in advance.

When he heard the question, he was stunned for a moment: "Well... I don't know much about painting, and I don't really understand it."

"Really?" Shen Heshu was noncommittal, staring at Yu Yu looking up to drink water, his eyes paused for a while on his small Adam's apple that slipped slightly due to swallowing, "There will be a chance."

As long as you are there once, you will understand what the painting is about.

Paintings should not be understood as dead objects.

"Huh? What did you say?" Yu Yu didn't hear clearly.

Shen Heshu smiled: "Nothing."

The two wandered around the museum for a while, and Yu Yu suddenly noticed something moving on the guide paper in his trouser pocket.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He hurriedly finished speaking to Shen Heshu, and ran straight to the bathroom.

There were not many people in the bathroom, so Yu Yu found a cubicle to hide in, and then took out the shrunk guide paper.

The guiding paper belonging to He Guyuan floated in the air and returned to its normal size, a line of bold and dark red characters appeared on the white paper.

"The target is in an emergency, please rush to rescue immediately!!!"

Yu Yu stared at the three exclamation marks, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

What happened to Mr. He?

The author has something to say: It's over!

The scumbag problem is about to be solved

感谢在2020-01-0122:48:33~2020-01-0201:42:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Chengjun 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!