After rebirth, I became a sick villain

On the first snow in November, his mother committed suicide.

It was very late in the evening, and it was dark and gloomy. The lights of the nearby houses were turned on one by one. It was time for dinner. The smoke was rising from the kitchen in the small town, and the small snowflakes decorated the atmosphere like fluff. She chose to leave on such a gentle evening. Now that he has decided to leave, he still kept the fire alive before he left. That temperature was reserved for Zhang Qingye. In the whole room, the warm light made people blush, but the only living person was alone outside.

From the large and small scars on Zhang Qingye's body, it can be seen that she was not a friendly person during her lifetime.

Zhang Qingye sat quietly on the threshold, expressionless, without any sadness or joy that should have appeared. When women were alive, they always said that his face was dull and dejected, without the cuteness that children should have. Little Zhang Qingye also felt that why he never had a happy thing to be worthy of joy and innocence. Even though he was born in the snowy north, he rarely saw snow, and if he couldn't see snow, there was nothing worth it. Happy, his mother never allowed him to leave the house. The only game Zhang Qingye has played since he was a child is to hide and wait for his crazy mother to find him. Once he loses, she will use scissors to peel his nails, or grab him. His hair dragged and slid on the floor, like a slide in other people's childhood, dragging from the second floor to the first floor.

The way to win the game is to stay undetected.

But if the mother can't find him, she will collapse and sit on the ground and cry loudly. She is crying too sadly, alone, shrugging her shoulders, Zhang Qingye knows that is only when she is very sad. Don't want to make her sad.

It's just this kind of game, no one will laugh if it's changed.

Even she can't laugh, can she?She always looked at her son with tears in her eyes.

The woman went crazy for the first time when he was ten years old. She smashed all the photos of her father at home, and the illusion of peace was torn apart. Both of them understood that this man had indeed been missing for three years, and they would never There is no way to wait for him back, the woman is crazy, literally crazy, mentally ill, sometimes laughing or crying, she shaves her face with a blade, the bloody face laughs sadly in the middle of the night, will Zhang Qingye kicked down the stairs on the second floor, and the little boy's body twitched on the ground. It took an unknown amount of time before he slowly got up.

"Mom won't bother you anymore."

These were the only words left when she left.

Can all injuries be forgiven?

Zhang Qingye recalled that in all these years, she would never be awake for a moment, even if she had forgotten the other things, the scars on her body should not be erased.

But since it can't be erased, why leave him with a gentle fire?Nor will he appreciate it.

The 12-year-old boy raised his feet and went back to the room to look around the corpse. He was no longer small, but it was the first time he realized that when his mother's hands were not hitting his body, he was not that big.

Zhang Qingye gently shook hands.

Being held by the mother is this feeling, the coldness of the corpse.

He gently slipped into the arms of the dead woman, Zhang Qingye was instinctively terrified by the familiar smell on his body, the wounds all over his body were screaming to run away, but he still hugged her tightly and did not let go, he put his head on his mother's arms In his arms, he thought, he never forgave anyone who abandoned him and hurt him, he was just too lonely.

I don't know how long it took to lie down, the fire went out, and the dead meat stinks, until Zhang Qingye was confused and sticky, and at a certain moment he began to think that he had merged with the corpse. Only then did the man push open the door as if he was off work in the most usual night.

The man who couldn't tell his age had a pair of light gray eyes. His facial contours were very similar to Zhang Qingye's. He was deep but soft as if he had been polished. He was so gentle and dazzling that it was easy to think of him in the afternoon. A graceful cat in the sun.

As if he didn't notice the two people who were dead in a ball on the ground, Zhang Ran leisurely hung up the windbreaker, lit the fire, waited until his hands were warmed and the whole room was full of people, and then he frowned and opened his mouth

"Qingye, aren't you cold lying on the ground?"

The man's voice was just like his own, clear and gentle, with a warmth coming from his bones. Zhang Qingye still didn't move, as if he was dead too. I don't know how the man judged that he was still alive. It was a bit indulgent. He seemed to persuade: "Everyone is dead, it's useless if you don't throw them away."

"Get up first, go take a bath obediently, wait for me to clean up this place, and give you something fun, okay?"

It was the first time that someone spoke to him in a coaxing tone. Zhang Ran came back. After countless days after his mother died, the man who had been missing for five years calmed down as if he had just left. He came back. Zhang Ran Qing Ye sat up and wanted to ask where his young father had gone, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what, and looked at Zhang Ran silently.

In the city of bones, dead people are not uncommon.

It doesn't matter if it's the mother, Zhang Qingye, or this gentle man who died.

The father and son buried the woman under a flower tree, and the pink and white plum blossoms were dripping.

Zhang Ran took out an earthen jar from under the tree, put it in front of Zhang Qingye strangely, pursed his lips, and looked at him. The man smiled warmly, like a noble cat. He wanted to touch Zhang Qingye but was cut The uneven hair, the child's small face is always dirty, even though the whole body is covered with injuries, but it is not allowed to be touched, like a very defensive little tabby cat, but the expression is never turbulent, Weirdly cute.

There is a cricket in the crock.

Zhang Qingye's eyes were wide open, and his small mouth was slightly opened. His eyes were full of surprise, and he wanted to touch his hand. The wound on his finger was healed and then bad, with scabs on the top, which was very disproportionate to a clean, bright and spotless man. , as if he was about to dirty him when he met a man, before he got close, he shrank back by himself.

Zhang Ran smiled, and didn't embarrass him, he retreated consciously, he closed the lid, and his smile became more gentle.

"You take a good bath, this is for you."

Zhang Qingye pursed his lips, he really didn't want to recall the previous experience in the bathtub, his mother would always spare half of his life for him, but the pain of suffocation, being flooded by the water flow into his nose and eyes, that feeling was too deep.

"Eh? Are you scared?"

Zhang Qingye nodded, the man's beautiful eyebrows frowned, as if he was really distressed, Zhang Qingye became more and more panicked, this is his only relative, he didn't want him to feel troubled, the moment before he wanted to compromise, the man slapped his forehead , patted his head tenderly: "We can go buy swimming rings."

The little boy hugged his swim ring tightly and sat in the bathtub. Zhang Ran not only bought a swim ring, but even brought back two little yellow ducks. Zhang Qingye's beautiful brows were tightly frowned, as if he had encountered something extremely entangled Staring at the two little yellow ducks, he subconsciously felt that they shouldn't belong to him, they were so cute, they struggled for too long, and the water was cold, so he picked them up with his hands.

With a light pinch and a squeak, he was so frightened that he almost jumped out of the water.

In the days when Zhang Ran was around, he always had many surprises. The tenderness and love of a man seemed like a dream. He was looking forward to it every day. He hoped that when he opened his eyes, it would be a new day, and he could re-understand the world. So many new and beautiful things are waiting for him, he can even have a normal future.

"Qing Ye, do you want to play a game?"

Zhang Ran's light gray pupils stared at Zhang Qingye for a moment, and his usual gentle expression was withdrawn. He still had a smile on his exceptionally good-looking face, showing no emotion at all. After getting along for so long, Zhang Qingye knew that every time When Zhang Ran looked at him like this, there was absolutely no room for him to refuse the suggestion he made.

"I know a very interesting place, you go with me."

That was the first time he went to the city of bones to participate in the game. From then on, he realized that people can live with so many gestures, without dignity, but they can also be so free. With the resurrection card, even death Cards are sold for insignificant things, so lives can have a price tag.

The first game was on a barren mountain, in a five-meter-deep death pit, corpses were piled up on top of each other, and strange screams kept coming, with withered hands passing through the corpses and standing outside the soil, as if trying to break free, It also seems to want to swallow the people outside the pit together.

"There shouldn't be anything in here, right? Qing Ye, take this and go down to have a look."

The man gave him five resurrection cards at a time, and he tied the hemp rope with the child's thin and thick wrists firmly around Zhang Qingye's neck. He could not say that he would throw him down. Zhang Qingye cried for the first time, and his fingers were tightly scratched. On the edge of the pit, no matter how old he is, he is just a child, afraid of corpses, and even more afraid of darkness and death.

Zhang Ran knelt down and wiped his eyes lightly: "Don't cry, hold this well, you won't really die."

"If you don't obey, Dad will be upset. You don't want that, do you?"

"Qing Ye, you also know that there is no free love in the world."

Zhang Qingye was dead, his heart was hollowed out, Li Gui's mouth was full of his flesh and blood, his small limbs, his torso where the ribs could be clearly seen, he had died once and was reborn on the spot, and the hoarse cries of despair made the whole mountain tremble. Agitated, when the young body was pulled out from the bottom of the pit by the man, the whole face was already blue because of the tightening of the hemp rope. His last death was strangled to death by the hope of escape.

The man smiled softly: "Qing Ye is really useless, he died so quickly, it seems that this pit is quite dangerous, I don't know if there are any clues in it..."

After forcibly quitting the game, Zhang Qingye took a long time to understand one thing.

He is just a trail dog that Zhang Ran carefully raised, a dog on a leash.

If one could write down the way people die, I am afraid that no one has more deaths than Zhang Qingye. From the age of 12 to 20, Zhang Ran died strangely. During the eight years, except for going to school, he basically did not Leaving the city of bones, the boy's emaciated body was held in Zhang Ran's arms at first, and he would wake up every night, as if he was still in the death pit, surrounded by darkness, and his cheeks were torn with force that he could not break free. his thighs and neck.

There is no consolation in life to soothe forgetting that terrible memory.

Zhang Ran is still so gentle, he takes care of Zhang Qingye's life in every detail, he remembers every birthday and festival of Zhang Qingye, he will secretly prepare surprises, if it is not for the face that will never grow old, he really looks like A normal father, he has all the pampering a father should have, and even built a pool for Zhang Qingye. Zhang Ran showed care and warmth to him, but never felt sorry for him. In the end, although Zhang Qingye didn't want to admit it, no one is love. with his.

Since the age of 12, Zhang Qingye’s body has no longer been injured. Zhang Ran will never hit him. The City of Bone will not cause real damage to the player’s body, but the death after death is deeply rooted in his heart. He is getting stronger every day. Taller and taller, he seldom shows a frightened expression, whether it is deceiving or killing, he is able to do a job with ease, he is Zhang Ran's weapon.

In that year, after another game, it was already [-] o'clock in the evening when he left the school, and Zhang Qingye was stopped by someone.

"Well, I'm a student in the same school as you." The young man's fair face flushed with shame, but his attitude was not the slightest twitch, and he said generously, "Do you remember me? My name is Xu Xiangchen."

That was not the first time Zhang Qingye saw Xu Xiangchen.

Standing in the middle of the stairs from the third floor to the second floor, through the high glass windows, you can see the interior of the classroom of the third class. The boy is always sitting by the window, sometimes dozing off, and sometimes looking at the blackboard with his head propped up. He had a somewhat lazy temperament. When Zhang Qingye walked down the stairs, the man raised his head from the classroom and smiled slightly when he looked at each other. The warmth of the sun and the breeze were dotted in his eyes, as if all the suffering in the world had been melted away. Suddenly, his heart missed a beat, Zhang Qingye stepped on the ground and fell straight down the stairs.

The students ran out when they heard the commotion, and when they saw the man falling all over the place, they burst out laughing, and helped him up quickly with his hands and feet. The bone in his little toe was broken. To Zhang Qingye, this little injury was nothing serious at all. However, there was a rare turmoil on that usually calm face, which was eagerness and other emotions. He saw Xu Xiangchen also came out, and he poked his head out of the crowd to look at him.

Even when Xu Xiangchen didn't show his heart to him, didn't follow him and confess to him, when the two were strangers, Zhang Qingye would secretly stand on the stairs, pretend to pass by, and take a look into the classroom. Classes have to pass by, Xu Xiangchen sometimes looks up, sometimes not.

In the past 20 years, he has been an unfortunate person, but it is such a lucky thing to fall in love with each other at first sight among thousands of people.

With his back to the setting sun, Zhang Qingye smiled, without calculation, without scheming and harshness, this smile came from the heart: "I remember you."

The author has something to say: the climax is coming soon, so let’s put a small episode first