Donglin [Quick Travel]

Time slips by slowly like flowing water, leaving no trace.

Dong Lin lives so well here, so good that he has forgotten his life in the orphanage and the fact that he was adopted.

The Dongcheng couple seemed to know something, and they never brought up topics like death and murder in front of him.

They treated him very well, as if to make up for something, but he rarely saw other people now, even the Dongcheng couple's family members were the same.

This made him fall into a kind of uneasiness, this is himself, is he not recognized?

The atmosphere at home was a bit strange, they seemed to be on guard against something, the feeling became stronger as time passed, they even restricted Dong Lin from going out.But in fact nothing happened, even Dong Lin felt that they were overly nervous.

It's just that Dong Lin doesn't care, as long as he can stay here, losing some freedom is nothing, probably because stability is not easy to come by, and he has already made up his mind to protect it with everything.

What's more, here he can still see that person——

"Vesilier!"

The young man put the drawing board in his hand on the ground. Not long ago, Dong Lin knew that he was a painter, and he usually made a living by teaching others to draw and selling paintings.

It's just that he didn't know that he was the only student of Vercilier.

The Dongcheng couple obviously have a good relationship with him, and they often invite him to their home for dinner.

"Donglin."

The gentle smile was like the light of the sky breaking through the clouds, instantly shedding thousands of morning lights, which made Dong Lin's face turn red.

Vesilier picked up Dong Lin and put it on his lap, "What does Dong Lin want to learn today?"

"Let's sketch."

"Didn't you still talk about learning oil painting yesterday, why do you want to learn sketching today?"

Vesilier smiled kindly, and leaned over to get the sketch paper in front of him.

"I suddenly remembered that I seem to have learned oil painting, so I want to learn sketching."

He didn't even react to this sentence, so he said it naturally, but he forgot that he had never had the opportunity to learn oil painting in the orphanage.

Seeing Donglin go to pick up the pencil without realizing it, Vecilier fell into deep thought.

Does he remember something?

But at this time, he couldn't be happy. Although it is better for Donglin to recover his memory as soon as possible, it's just that Chi Yuan has been swaying in the dark, and it is inevitable that he will not do anything to prevent Donglin's awakening.

Vesilier's heart was heavy, but Donglin didn't know this. He had a good talent, and although his handwriting was immature, he was very realistic.

Vesilier watched him outline the virtual and the real one stroke at a time, but he could vaguely see the technique of oil painting with the brush. He remembered that this was what Donglin learned during his first mission.

It seems to be really troublesome. Before he has the ability to protect himself, he already has a reason to be destroyed. I hope Chi Yuan doesn't find out, so that he can live a stable life for a few days...

Vecilier's worry was not unreasonable. One night half a year later, Donglin was alone at home waiting for the Dongcheng couple who had not returned for a long time.

A few days ago, they left a note saying that they would be back soon. Dong Lin didn't know how long it would be. About two days later, he finally walked out of the gate and went out to look for it. The result can be imagined.

Fortunately, there was enough food at home, so he wouldn't starve to death, but now he was more worried about the safety of the Dongcheng couple.

Five days passed, and there was still no news, and Vesilier seemed to have evaporated. For a while, Donglin felt a little at a loss, and didn't dare to go out anymore, and just waited for them to come back at home.

The sound of the keys colliding was like the sound of heaven. He thought it was the Dongcheng couple who finally came back, and ran to the door excitedly, but saw a group of strangers rushing in. They didn't pay attention to him. The first thing he said was to move the things for me. up.

Dong Lin stood in the house not knowing what happened, and no one noticed him. A middle-aged man ordered the porter to move the valuable TV out of the door before he realized it.

"This, and this, move them all out, be careful, you will pay if you break them."

Although he didn't know what happened, the person who moved his things for no reason is naturally not a good person, so he yelled and rushed out, "Who are you, don't move my parents' things!"

Everyone saw that although he was young, he looked like a ferocious wild wolf at this moment, hugging the TV tightly, hugging whatever others moved, and couldn't help laughing angrily.

"Are you the adopted child of my younger siblings? Well, it's quite similar. No wonder they treat you like a child and even leave you an inheritance, but you are only an adopted son and are not eligible to inherit."

"Inheritance? What inheritance?"

Seeing Dong Lin looking at him in amazement, the elder brother who was not even remotely similar to Mayor Dong was a little surprised, "You don't know, the bodies of my younger brothers and sisters were cremated yesterday."

A thunderbolt suddenly fell in his heart, and he let go of his hands, but his hands did not leave the items. Inheritance, cremation, isn't that what I thought it meant?

If a person's life is a novel, some people are the autobiography of the underworld emperor, such as Chi Yuan, and some people are a picture book, such as Vesilier.

And Dong Lin felt that his life was like a dog-blooded drama, not because the domineering president fell in love with me or something like that, but how miserable it was, just like playing.

After thinking about it, since my life is just like a joker, then what else is impossible to happen, but I still asked for confirmation: "Are they dead?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, the anxiety in his tone revealed his mood, say no quickly, how could they die, say quickly.

"Yes, they are already dead." The man didn't bother to say another word to him, and turned around to direct those people to start moving things again.

"Then you can't move it away, it's for me." Seeing that they scattered their things everywhere, Dong Lin was furious.

"Go away," the man pushed Dong Lin to the ground, and the white drawing paper flew up behind him. Dong Lin's wrist hurt and he hit something.

"Little murderer, heh!" The man sneered.

Suddenly hearing these three words again, Dong Lin raised his head to argue, I am not a murderer.

"If you say no, it's not. Everyone in the orphanage knows it. My brother is stupid. If he knows that you have killed someone before, let's see if he will treat you like a son."

"You don't know, my younger brother had a biological son before, but he died when he was born. If he was alive, he would be about the same age as you."

"What?" Dong Lin raised his head in a daze. Too many things happened today, and he couldn't react.

"Don't you understand? You are just a substitute for my nephew. No matter how good Dongcheng treats you, it's just a fake. Hiss..."

"Damn it, you bastard," the man cursed while covering his stomach and chest, "a monster that no one wants, hiss..."

The corner of Dong Lin's mouth twitched but he couldn't say a word. The secret hidden in the deepest part of his heart was revealed. No, it's not a secret, it's just that he always thought he had forgotten it.

Feeling that the foreign object in the abdomen moved forward again, the man looked pained, and the blood that flowed out stunned the others, and the two of them surrounded him for a while, not knowing what to do.

"Do you want to die? The last person who said that, I swear I'll cut his throat."

The lowered head was lifted up abruptly, with a shocking cruelty in the eyes, blood foamed from the corner of the mouth of the man who was in pain from his hand.

"Little bastard!" The man's face was ferocious, and Dong Lin's sudden movement of drawing the knife made him kneel directly on the ground, "What are you looking at, tie him up!"

The people around reacted, some helped the man up to treat the wound, and some stretched out their hands to take the weapon from Dong Lin's hand.Dong Lin brandished the paper cutter in his hand and looked at the man bitterly.

"Damn it, tie him up. I want to teach him a lesson. Isn't my brother so reluctant to part with him? Just let him go down to accompany them."

"You deserve to die, you all deserve to die, you're all going to die!"

At this moment, his expression was agitated, and it was obvious that he could no longer listen to anything.But after he finished speaking, he had to stop suddenly, his eyes were blank.

Yeah, everyone dies, like his adoptive parents, like the children who die in orphanages.One day I will die too, so, do people live to meet death?

Probably unable to accept this ending, he cut through the crowd with a knife and fled, leaving everything behind. Since the ending is the same as death, so what if the process is different.

So even though he is an orphan, he has the same future as other people, death, so, can he no longer feel pain for other people's death?

By the time they reached the street, it was already raining heavily in response to the occasion.And he lost his direction in the rush all the way, tripped and fell to the ground.

His feet hurt, he wanted to cry, and his heart ached, and the gap that had just been filled was dug away again.

For a moment all the sorrows and sorrows in my heart came up, I remembered who said that boys can't cry, no matter who he is, he is no longer by his side anyway.

He felt abandoned, first by his biological parents, then by everyone in the orphanage, now it's all right, completely abandoned by God.

When Dong Cheng and his wife were still there, Dong Lin sometimes wondered if he was finally no longer alone.

They left later, and he didn't even know when it was, nor had he attended their funeral, nor had he seen them for the last time.

He had already forgotten whether he had cried before, but his feelings were not as strong as they are now, so strong that he almost drowned in these endless memories.

From losing, to possessing, to losing again, this kind of gap is unbearable for ordinary people, let alone a child.

"I want to cry, I still want to curse, I fucking want to curse!"

He yelled at the sky, as if it would make him feel better, but his eyes were still getting red, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain that gradually obscured his vision.

"God, I owe you what I owe you in my previous life!"

In the vast world, he was the only one left. He didn't have anything before, so how could he lose it? He never had any parents or friends, so he never lost anything, but he still wanted to cry.

"Donglin, remember, the only one who will accompany you in this world is yourself. No one can accompany you to the end. You have always been only yourself. After crying, you will no longer be the original Donglin."

Sitting in the mud, the little child finally couldn't help crying loudly, and the crying sounded loudly for a while, no one cared where she went tonight.

Tonight, no one passed by.

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God knows how I wrote this embarrassing thing that made my teeth hurt (??;)