Belial's worldview

The Wens had a very good friend in the early years.A teacher of a clothing college, a very beautiful and gentle woman.

A woman has a child, but no husband.At that time the child had not yet been born.

No one knew where the woman's family was, and she was alone when the child was born.

When Wen Ran opened the door of the house, she saw an extremely weak woman standing at the door holding a child. The child seemed to be very energetic, but his complexion was very pale.

"Wen Ran, I want to beg you, take my son and raise him up. It won't take long, he won't bother you when he grows up." The woman hugged her child helplessly, touched the child's At the moment when the body temperature was taken, the woman's eyes were full of despair and helplessness, and tears dripped from the corners of her eyes on the back of the child's hand.

Wen Ran took them in for a few days.Wen Yuting saw that child when she came home from school, a very beautiful younger brother, she liked it very much, she leaned over and asked, "What's your name? I'm your older sister Yuting."

The boy didn't seem to be very good at talking, and stared at her for a long time.

Wen Yuting took out a piece of toffee from her schoolbag and handed it to the little boy: "My sister will give you candy, can you tell me your name?"

It was also the first time for the woman to see her child eating, eating human food. The boy licked the candy. The toffee is probably made of milk. It smells like mother's milk, mellow and delicious.

"What's your name, how old are you?"

"..." The little brother chewed the toffee and looked at her without speaking.The woman watched and laughed. She had heard her son say the answer to the girl many times, but the girl couldn't understand and thought the boy was making trouble.

What the boy said was: "Belier, Belial, Belial, Belial, I don't speak human language!"

The woman's eyes were bent when she smiled, "My younger brother was born before the full moon, so he can't speak."

"Can't talk?" Wen Yuting was depressed. Then this younger brother grew up really fast. At first glance, he was a little younger than her. He could go to the big class in kindergarten.

"Does the younger brother have a name? If not, I'll choose something nice for him." Wen Yuting turned around in circles and thought for a while, then jumped a few times and said, "Let's call him Xiaoshan. My younger brother doesn't have a father, so I'll give him my name." Give him his surname. Gentle, gentle and kind boys are the most popular."

The woman wanted to explain something, but when she heard the name, she nodded with a smile, touched her son's head and said, "From now on, you will be called Wen Shan."

The child pursed his mouth in disbelief: "I am my brother! My brother! I have a name. Are human beings so willful?"

Wen Yuting stretched out her hand to poke her younger brother's swollen cheeks, and laughed loudly: "Xiaoshan, you will be my younger brother from now on, hahaha."

It's just a momentary liking and saying offensive words in disregard of etiquette. I didn't expect that a few days later, I really had a younger brother.This is probably the most shocking thing Wen Yuting has seen in her life.

Before the parents had time to go home, she saw a weak woman being eaten by her child at the door of the guest room. The woman grabbed the child and said, "Xiaoshan, if you want to live, you must live."

She didn't understand what happened. The boy grabbed his mother's hand and sucked the blood. It was obviously not voluntary. As long as the boy raised his head unwillingly, the woman would press the boy's head with her hand and screamed in a utterly broken voice: "You must live and find your father. I let you live with great difficulty. You must live, regardless of happiness or pain."

What kind of pain does a mother go through to be so desperate and so eager to let her child live.Why does my brother have to drink blood to live?

She is just a seven or eight-year-old girl, so naturally she doesn't understand this.But when she saw the little boy, his mother died in his arms, his pale face turned bloody, but his pupils turned blood red, and his body kept pulling, watching a little boy turn into a graceful girl. The boy, the boy held his mother in his arms expressionlessly.She didn't say a word, and she didn't sob or shed tears, but the eyes that seemed confused a few days ago were extremely firm at the moment, and she heard the crackling sound of her finger bones.

The boy didn't sob, but opened his mouth and made a strange and desperate sound. I thought the boy was dumb, but he wasn't?

The grown-up boy's voice was clear, but hoarse.

Later, when the parents came back, they saw the dead woman and the child with a bewildered face and mouth full of blood.Wen Yuting looked at the frightened faces of her parents, she just wanted to go to the bathroom and get a towel to wipe the boy's face.

The woman left a letter, hoping that their family could adopt the child.

But who would dare to have such a terrible child?

Wen Yuting stared at the number on the phone for a long time, still worried about that brat.Hold down the name with your thumb, and after dialing the phone, a lazy voice came to your ears, "Sister?"

"Stinky boy, you ran so far and didn't even say hello to my sister." Wen Yuting flicked her hair covering her eyes. The wind on the roof in summer is not cold at all, but blowing messy hair is also a bit annoying, so she turned her back Facing the wind, "Xiaoshan, how is college life?"

Wen Shan is doing homework, the sound of scissors cutting the fabric is very subtle, the mobile phone is turned on and placed beside the pile of fabrics, Wen Yuting can imagine what her brother is doing through the screen, it seems that she is enjoying college life. "Why did you choose Huamei?"

"Learn to design. I want to be a great designer like my sister." Wen Shan looked at the design cutting diagram, put the cut material aside and marked it, picked up another piece of material and began to rub and rub.

Wen Yuting glanced at the sky, but unfortunately the National Day has passed.There seems to be a family dinner for Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Xiaoshan, come back for Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Mid-Autumn Festival is a banquet every year. If I don't participate, I won't come back." Wen Shan picked up the bead needle to fix the material, took out the sewing machine and fixed it, and then he was embarrassed.

The sewing machine just arrived two days ago, and Gong Leng helped with the installation, but he doesn't know how to use the sewing machine!

Eh!

What are the round wheels on the back for?Where is the switch?How to go online?Wen Shan was in a daze in the living room with a ball of thread in his hand, and the phone was quiet for a moment.Wen Shan picked up the phone and asked, "Sister! Do you know how to use the old-fashioned sewing machine?"

"Old-fashioned? I use industrial machines." Wen Yuting suddenly felt that the other party seemed to have encountered a big event. Think of an old man learning to step on a sewing machine and threading a needle! "Pfft hahaha——"

"Sister, everyone has their own dreams."

"Threading a needle—ha ha ha ha."

"Everyone is a decent person, and it is normal for a designer to step on a sewing machine."

"The boy is holding an embroidery needle—hahahaha!"

"Sister! I will never answer your call again! Goodbye!" Wen Shan's face darkened.

"Brother, be good. My sister is just too imaginative. My sister will send you a machine."

"Hmph! You're not my sister!"

"Hahahaha, brother, don't be angry. My sister will stop making trouble with you. Hang up the phone."

etc!Wen Yuting looked at the phone with the bright screen on, with a dazed expression on her face, as if something was missing just now, what was the purpose of her calling?

Why did my younger brother choose such a coincidental Huamei Academy?

Did brother answer?

Wen Yuting was messed up in the night wind, the speed at which this kid changed the topic was really without a trace, the flow of the clouds and the flow of water are not pretentious!Every time he refuses to go to the banquet, this kid is really, isn't it just the accident when he was a child, does the psychological shadow have to be so deep?

The author has something to say: I suddenly feel that this article is going to be a tragedy—no way!Absolutely not!Try to break it back.

ah le.Ah Qiu.