Rebirth of the Abandoned Son Without Regrets

Have you ever heard the sound of flowers blooming?That kind of tiny bloom that seemed to touch the soul rang softly in my ears.That is, the voice of the soul.

I sat on a stone bench in the yard, and in front of me was a pear tree, full of pear blossoms already in bloom.The snow-white petals are pure and flawless, standing in clusters on the branches, full of vitality.I quietly looked at the petals falling in the wind, feeling a little dazed.

It seems that there was such a pure white world in the memory, but it still couldn't resist the invasion of the wind, slowly withered, and finally fell.That was my world.But now, even the scattered pear blossoms have become the world in my dreams.My world has long been incomplete, with holes corroded by the past.Stretching out my hands, the fingertips are as white and round as they were five years ago, but I dare not look at them again.

These hands have long been soaked in blood into a dazzling red, which cannot be wiped off or removed.I'm a little scared.Why did these hands become like this?The scorching heat of the blood seemed to still linger on the fingertips, and the thick bloody smell seemed to have not dissipated, and it wafted from the tip of my nose again.I stood up tremblingly, backing away in fear.The pear blossoms that were all over the tree seemed to be dyed bright red by blood. The wind blew off the petals, and one fell on my shoulder.

I squatted down uncontrollably, buried my head between my knees, and cold tears flowed down my cheeks, soaking a piece of white.There was a whimper in my throat, and I called out with nostalgia and grievance: "Xiaofan..." My Xiaofan, where has he gone? He clearly promised to take me away, why did he disappear?Xiaofan...

Someone rushed to my side, hugged me tightly, and softly comforted me: "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid, I'm here, your Xiaofan is here..." Xiaofan?Hearing the familiar name, my dim eyes lit up, and I looked up at him.The man was wearing a white shirt, with a slender figure, and his eyes were full of tenderness and love.But he is not my Xiaofan.I pushed him away vigorously, shook my head, looked into the distance again, and said disappointedly: "You are not my Xiaofan..." My Xiaofan is not him, I have to wait for him to pick me up and go home .

Qian Fan looked at the young man who was watching the distance, and his peach blossom eyes, which were always slightly raised, were now full of sadness.He moved his lips and said silently: "Xiaoyu, I am your Xiaofan...why don't you look at me?"Mine, Xiao Yu... Qian Fan suppressed the sadness in his eyes, and said softly, "Xiao Yu, it's getting cold, shall we go back to the house?"

The cold wind blew by my side, and I shivered a little from the cold.God, it's cold.Where will Xiaofan be?If I go, will he not find me?Xiaofan will be anxious if he can't find me.I will not let Xiaofan worry.Well, who is speaking?The voice is so familiar... I tried hard to recall, vaguely remembering that this person led me away from that place, that frightening and dark place.

My pupils shrunk slightly, and pictures appeared in front of my eyes, which were so familiar that I felt cold all over my body.The ground was covered with meandering bloodstains, such bright colors, gurgling down from the chest of the man with beautiful eyes.He looked at me, his voice was so weak that it seemed to disappear at any time, but he still smiled so softly, "Xiao Yu, remember to protect yourself from now on..." His voice became weaker and weaker, and I saw him looking at the door, slowly I closed my eyes.No more breathing.

The dagger in my hand kept dripping red liquid, and I threw it on the ground in horror, not understanding why it was in my hand.There was a low smile in the ear, charming and cruel, "Xiao Yu, you killed him with your own hands..." No, that's not the case!I kept backing away, trying to stay away from that person.My foot tripped, and I fell onto a cold corpse, my hands feeling sticky.That is the feeling of blood.I was so stiff that I couldn't move.

The man clicked his tongue a few times, lifted my chin with his hand, looked at the fear in my eyes, smiled softly and cruelly, and said, "Xiaoyu, you are as dirty as me...Look, your Your hands are full of blood, how is it different from mine? Your consciousness is really weak, you can be hypnotized so easily, hehe..."

I sat numbly on the ground full of blood, as if I had lost my soul.Why did it become like this?Why do you want me to kill the person who has been protecting me... He is a devil, but he wants to turn me into a devil too.Xiaofan, where are you? Why don't you come to pick me up?Xiaoyu, I really miss you so much.I'm afraid, I'm about to forget you... That devil is really scary...

The man walked past me, picked up the bloody dagger and threw it at my feet.When he walked out of the room, he turned around and said, "Xiaoyu, stop doing useless resistance, and fall with me..." Live with me in a place where the sun is out of sight. We are all children of the Yan family, why? Is it just me falling?I'm looking forward to seeing you and becoming the same person, bloody and filthy.He smiled strangely and left.

Now, am I the same as him?Have I finally become that kind of person?I looked at my hands in a daze. The once white hands were already full of blood stains and could no longer be clean.I stumbled to my feet and ran frantically outside the house.Here, there is no Xiaofan, nor my Xiaofan.I'm going to wait for him to find me and take me home, out of this dark place.Yes, I want to wait for him, I want to wait for my Xiaofan.

There is chaos in the eyes, only this belief is extremely clear.I stood on the corner of Huadeng Street, staring into the distance dreamily, just like the two years in Qi's dark blue bar.The people passing by me were all far away from me, their eyes were filled with disgust and fear, and there were people around who whispered earnestly: "This person is probably a lunatic..." Crazy?Ah……

Xiaofan, why don't you come to pick me up?Why didn't you come to me as promised?Why, you didn't take me home... Xiaofan, don't you want Xiaoyu?Xiaoyu is very obedient...but why do I feel so dirty...

Looking at the disgust and fear in the eyes of passers-by, I suddenly felt a little cold.It was a coldness rising from the bones, a trembling of the soul.Will Xiaofan look at me like that, disgusted and afraid?I am no longer clean, I have become a devil like Yan Shang.I killed Qi with my own hands...I killed Qi who cared so much for me with my own hands...

Later, my sanity became more and more confused, and under Yan Shang's hypnosis again and again, I became dull and dull.In the three years since then, I have killed many more people.I was manipulated by him like a puppet.I gave up resisting and degenerated little by little, the blood on my hands couldn't be washed away.

Occasionally, when my consciousness is clear, I will look up at the sky.That pure blue, I have no right to touch again.Yan Yu has become a devil fallen in darkness, a cruel executioner.I forgot many things, the only thing I remember is that I had to wait for someone, a person named Xiaofan.That person will definitely take me away from here, and he will definitely call me Xiaoyu without hesitation... Yes, he will definitely.I smiled expectantly and affectionately.

After a while, I saw Yan Shang collapsed beside me, his chest blooming like Qi.His eyes were fixed on me, brighter than ever before, he seemed to want to say something, but he could only spit out fragmented words: "Xiao... Yu..." After that, his eyes dimmed, and no longer Lost spirit.I was like a bystander, quietly watching what happened.

The man who killed Yan Shang was tall and straight, with a hint of enchantment in his eyebrows and eyes. He stared at me for a long time before he said awkwardly: "...Xiaoyu, I'll take you home..." Go home?Back to where?Xiaofan hasn't come to look for me yet... I ignored him and just quietly looked into the distance, waiting and watching as always.I won't go with anyone except Xiaofan.Only Xiaofan can do it.Xiaoyu belongs to Xiaofan, but his...

Qian Fan seemed to have a thorn in his throat, and he walked slowly towards the young man in white, as if a big hole had opened in his heart.The person in front of him, once cared by him in the palm of his hand, has always been so pure and kind, would smile and act like a baby to him, and would obediently care about everything about him.It was just because of an accident that he didn't find him on time, but that boy turned into the dull and dull look he is now.His voice was soft, as if he was frightened: "Xiaoyu, I'll take you to find Xiaofan, okay?" Xiaoyu, Xiaofan took you home, okay?

"Xiaofan?" I repeated with some doubts and expectations, the only thing I remembered in my confused consciousness was this name.Are you looking for Xiaofan?I nodded vigorously, with a smile on my face, and I said: "You must take me to find him, find my Xiaofan...he must be looking for me in a hurry. I made an agreement with him, and I will always wait for him."

The voice of the person beside me seemed a bit hoarse, he held my hand carefully, and said slowly: "Okay, I will definitely take you to find him... take Xiaoyu to find Xiaofan..." I followed him and left this place. Where I was imprisoned for three years.When I passed by Yan Shang's body, I was a little puzzled and thought: Who is this person on the ground? Why can't I see his face clearly, only the bright red color is clearly visible.Forget it, I still have to look for Xiaofan, if I can't figure it out, I don't want to think about it.

He took me to one of my villas. A pear tree was planted in the big yard, and the branches and leaves fell in the cold winter.He stroked my head gently.I wanted to escape, but I remembered what he said before.He said, he will take me to find Xiaofan.My Xiaofan, where is he now? I asked him, and he looked at me sadly, with pleading eyes, and said, "I am your Xiaofan, Xiaoyu, I'm taking you home... This is our home..."

I frowned and shook my head, he is not my Xiaofan.Xiaofan...what is Xiaofan like?I found out with horror that I had forgotten Xiaofan's appearance.My Xiaofan, I can't remember what he looks like.I desperately recalled it, but suddenly found that all my memories were covered with red mist and blurred.I still forgot everything in the end, I only remember one obsession, and I only remember to wait for a person named Xiaofan.Somehow, I suddenly remembered what those people on Huadeng Street said.Maybe, I'm really a lunatic...

"Xiaoyu, why are you crying?" His anxious voice reminded me of my fingertips touching a piece of cold liquid.Me, are you crying?After killing Qi, did I cry again?Why am I crying... My heart throbs and hurts, but I don't know why.My mind was in chaos, the only thing I remembered was waiting, waiting for my Xiaofan, waiting... for my happiness.I left him, stood under the pear tree, and looked into the distance again.Xiaofan, come to me quickly... The moment I turned around, I didn't see the desperate Yan Shang behind me.

I froze in place, but my mind was clearer than ever before.I think of everything, from the initial reunion, to the final madness.I know, I'm stunned.Indulging in the beautiful memories of the past, waiting for Xiaofan in the distant memory.My heart has long been obsessed, and it is difficult to wake up completely.Both Yan Shang and I have become demons.We are all insane, and we are so insane that it is difficult to be sober.This is the tragedy of the Yan family. It is easy to be obsessed, but it is difficult to break free when the obsession is deep.

I turned around and walked towards Qianfan, hugging him gently, a smile broke out on the corner of my lips, like the pure smile when we first met seven years ago.I fell into his arms and said slowly: "Xiaofan, I'm sorry, I haven't recognized you..."

Qian Fan's eyes lit up instantly, and I saw the star stud on his left ear, which was a gift from me.His voice was a little trembling, and he said with some uncertainty: "Xiaoyu?" Seeing the smile on my lips, he suddenly hugged me tightly, as if he wanted to integrate me into his body.He murmured: "Xiaoyu, I will never let you leave me again, absolutely not..."

I didn't say anything, I just raised my head and kissed his lips lightly.He kissed back hard, lips and teeth intertwined.I was panting slowly, and my voice was firm and persistent: "Xiaofan, I love you." Xiaofan, Xiaoyu really loves you, very much, so much that I don't want to hurt you.She was picked up by him without a trace of resistance, and carried back to the master bedroom.He covered my body, his movements were rough and tender, possessing me.It was so painful that I couldn't help but shed a tear.That tear was replaced by the pleasure of the body in an instant.

Obsessed overnight.

The next day, Qian Fan had something to do, so he told him softly: "Xiaoyu, I'll be back soon, remember to wait for me." Totally gone.I lowered my head and sighed softly.I'm sorry, Xiaofan, I can't wait for you this time.I have no choice but to leave.

After dismissing everyone in the courtyard, I picked up a dagger.That was the dagger I was tied between my legs when I was manipulated by Yan Shang all those years ago, and it was also the dagger that killed Qi.This dagger was given to me by Yan Shang when we were still young.

Yan Shang is my brother.He was bewildered, like every generation of the Yan family, crazy.And so he destroyed me as my father destroyed him.And I, like him, was insane, and I couldn't wake up again.We are all doomed not to be happy. People in the Yan family are too persistent, but they are all destroyed by that persistence in the end.Now, it's my turn.

I know that such sobriety is only for a short time.In the end, either I am alive but I can't remember everything and make Xiaofan suffer every day, or I destroy myself and make him suffer for a while.I don't want Xiaofan to suffer.Dad watched his father guarding him bewilderedly and stubbornly, but in the end he chose to self-destruct in pain.Then my father went completely insane.How can I let Xiaofan bear such pain?

With a faint smile on the corner of my lips, I sent the dagger into my chest.One knife, clean and neat.The blood snaked down the dagger, and I slowly lay down under the pear tree, letting the pear blossoms fall on me.That flower is really beautiful.So pure, just like the original me.But I was already dirty, and my whole body was covered in blood that couldn't be washed off.But I can finally leave cleanly.

Qi, I'm sorry.My Xiaofan, forgive me for not waiting for you to come back.This time, I really want to wait for you, but I can't wait anymore.Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.Perhaps, you will gradually forget me and start your life again.After all, you are my Xiaofan, my Xiaofan has always been very powerful.So don't be sad, okay?Although I can't make you happy, at least I can't torture you for a long time, like father and dad.The sorrow of the Yan clan is finally coming to an end.

Yan Shang's eyes before his death appeared in front of his eyes, so bright, they were eyes of relief and guilt.Brother, he was completely relieved.And I, too, will be freed.

There was a small sound in my ear, and I heard the sound of flowers blooming.So pleasing to the ear, it touches the soul.Consciousness fluttered, and I suddenly felt a little sad.It's a pity that I couldn't live happily with Xiaofan.Xiaofan, maybe it should be Qianfan, if I die, don't be sad, okay?With this small prayer, I smiled and closed my eyes.There is a piece of pure white in front of me, that is my paradise.Xiaofan...

The breeze blows, and the pear blossoms fall all over the place.The young man lay among the petals, his body was enchanting red, but his hair was pure white.Pear blossoms are white, there is nothing better than this.He finally fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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