Specific gravity

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Xuan Zhao said.

"Just ask, other people's floor mats are made of cats and dogs, but ours is quite artistic." Cen Baiyan shook Xuan Zhao in his arms, "You pick it, and you analyze it for me. I don't understand art."

The projection shows the game scene in standby, and the colored lights flicker and reflect on Xuan Zhao's face, making his cheeks so white that they are almost transparent.

In Huayuan District, above Wang’s family, in front of the door of the ninth floor of Building 12, Unit [-], there are exactly the same floor mats—the picture is dark in tone, and a dilapidated four-wheeled cart carries an extremely thick tree. Heavy, faintly visible blue-gray thunder and lightning.

Afterwards, Cen Baiyan checked the Internet and found that the Dutch painter who painted this painting was a patient with severe depression. He died young and committed suicide by jumping off a building at the age of 32.

Ordinary people would never choose such absurd, weird and inauspicious paintings as home decorations, so how could it be such a coincidence, their family has them, and the family in the garden area where Xuan Zhao appeared also has them.

Xuan Zhao didn't answer immediately, but closed his eyes gently.

"What's the matter? Are you tired?" Cen Baiyan kissed Xuanzhao's ear, "I told you to play games secretly by yourself, and you are not allowed to play tomorrow."

"I was in a car accident when I was seven years old." After a while, Xuan Zhao said suddenly.

Cen Baiyan paused: "Yes, I know."

"It was raining heavily that day, my grandpa opened the car, and my mother and I sat in the back."

Xuan Zhao's tone was calm, but Cen Baiyan suddenly noticed that his shoulders were trembling slightly - in fact, the frequency of his trembling was extremely weak, but Cen Baiyan felt that his heart was being pulled tight by Xuan Zhao.

Cen Baiyan immediately turned against Xuanzhao's face, and stared at Xuanzhao nervously: "What's the matter? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Be good, let's not talk about it, we don't want the past."

Xuan Zhao smiled and continued: "I don't know what happened, it's like a disaster movie, I can only see a big white light, and then the front of the car burst into flames."

His lips became pale to the extent visible to the naked eye, and the blood faded little by little.Cen Baiyan felt cold hands and feet instantly, and rubbed Xuanzhao's cheeks with his warm palm: "Be good, let's not talk about this, shall we play games?"

"No, I'm fine." Xuan Zhao's eyes were calm, "It's been so many years, it's nothing, I don't feel bad."

Xuanzhao did not lie to Cen Boyan this time. This scene has recurred thousands of times in his dreams. It is not painful for Xuanzhao to uncover the scar, because in the past 13 years, he has not healed the scar at all. Let it keep fresh blood day after day.

"The back window was cracked, my mother pushed me out desperately, I rolled several times, and a billboard hit my leg, and I couldn't move at all," Xuanzhao said in a calm tone as if he was describing today. In the late weather, "I was like this, watching a tree fall and hit the car. My grandpa could still be saved."

Cen Baiyan's heart tightened up and down, and a strong soreness appeared in his throat. It was the first time he knew this, and he knew what kind of purgatory scene the seven-year-old little Xuanzhao went through.How many times has he been tortured by nightmares before he can describe the scene back then in such a calm tone.

"Don't talk about it," Cen Baiyan hugged Xuan Zhao tightly, "Good boy, don't talk about it."

Xuan Zhao smiled: "I quite like that painting. Others think it is absurd, but I think it is very realistic."

Cen Boyan lightly rubbed Xuanzhao's ears, he asked Xuanzhao what he was doing, why did he test Xuanzhao like this, it didn't matter if the person who appeared in the garden apartment was Xuanzhao, as long as Xuanzhao was in his arms at this moment It is enough to be in his arms every moment in the future.

"Bo Yan," Xuan Zhao said with a smile, "you don't want to know why we drove out when it rained so much that night?"

Cen Baiyan frowned slightly: "Stop talking, I don't want to know."

"If I don't say it, I feel bad." Xuan Zhao looked at Cen Baiyan, "I want to tell you."

Cen Baiyan's brows and eyes were full of worry and pity, Xuan Zhao leaned forward and kissed Cen Baiyan's brows, and suddenly felt a pleasant feeling that all the meridians in his body had been opened up.

"My father cheated, and he had an illegitimate daughter with his mistress," Xuan Zhao said in a low voice, "That night, that mistress instigated her daughter to call and provoke my mother, and my grandfather happened to be there too. Crazy, take my mom and me to question my dad."

Cen Baiyan was stunned, he didn't expect that there was such a story behind this tragedy.

"But now, I have you." Xuan Zhao said.

——You are the son of that mistress, and you are the best way for me to take revenge on her.

Xuan Zhao felt like a monster, and Cen Baiyan's love for him was his nourishment, nourishing his monster to become stronger and stronger.

He observed every slight change in Cen Baiyan's expression. Cen Baiyan felt more pity for him, and he felt both sad and twisted joy.

Cen Baiyan felt distressed, and hugged Xuanzhao even harder, his heart was filled with uncontrollable sourness. He always wanted to say something to comfort Xuanzhao, but felt that saying anything was too frivolous.After a long time, Cen Baiyan accentuated his tone and said solemnly: "I will be there in the future, so don't be afraid."

Xuan Zhao raised his hand suddenly, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and laughed softly.

It started to rain in the middle of the night, and the raindrops slammed on the window panes, making it difficult to sleep.

Cen Baiyan turned over and was not used to finding that his arms were empty. He yawned, opened his eyes, and found that Xuan Zhao was not on the bed, but standing by the window with his arms folded, facing the dark night. looking at something.

There was no light in the room, Cen Baiyan fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, and asked, "What are you doing in the middle of the night? Don't be afraid of the cold, come in quickly!"

Xuan Zhao turned his head, his eyes were darker than the night: "It's raining, I can't sleep."

"Little guy," Cen Baiyan leaned his upper body forward, and stretched out his hand to pull Xuan Zhao over, "Little brat, it's really useless if you can't sleep when it rains."

"Bo Yan," Xuan Zhao said suddenly, "If someone hurt your relatives, what would you do?"

This question came out of nowhere, but it made Cen Baiyan's brows tighten, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "What are you thinking, go to sleep!"

"If it were me," Xuan Zhao said, "I would definitely not let those people go, not in my life."

His tone was calm, but it made Cen Baiyan inexplicably frightened: "You have a small body, take care of yourself first and then talk about these things. It's awesome to speak harshly."

Xuan Zhao looked at Cen Baiyan, and after a moment of silence, he smiled softly: "I'm sleeping, it's so cold outside the bed."

"Let you do it," Cen Baiyan wrapped Xuan Zhao tightly with a quilt, "Stupid, you are Xuan Daiyu, you are not healthy and sentimental, just like a little girl."

Xuanzhao's hands and feet were cold, and it took Cen Baiyan a long time to warm him up. He hugged him in his arms with satisfaction, and then closed his eyes.

In the darkness, Xuan Zhao slowly opened his eyes, and traced the outline of Cen Baiyan's facial features with his eyes, as if he could firmly imprint this person in his eyes.

His mobile phone is still on the window eaves, and the message he just sent not long ago has not had time to delete——

"She hasn't waited for my mother to die, she won't die."

For some reason, Cen Baiyan usually slept soundly, but this time he slept very restlessly. When he woke up in the morning, he had a splitting headache and his eyelids kept twitching.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Xuan Zhao, and he felt at ease when he saw someone.

Xuan Zhao curled up under the blanket, only his furry head was exposed, like a little ostrich.

The more Cen Baiyan looked at him, the cuter he felt. He hugged Xuan Zhao's forehead and said "baji", and restlessly rushed at Xuan Zhao under the quilt, and stopped in time before Xuan Zhao became anxious.

He habitually picked up the phone on the bedside table and glanced at it, only to find that the screen was black, why was it turned off?

Cen Baiyan was puzzled, he never turned off his phone when he slept, could it be that he ran out of battery?

After turning on the phone, he saw that it was still fully charged, which was strange. Could it be that he pressed the power button by mistake before going to bed yesterday and turned off the phone?

Cen Baiyan didn't pay much attention, yawned and flipped through his phone, and found that Cen Qing had called him at least twenty times in the middle of the night last night.

The bad premonition in his heart suddenly became stronger, Cen Baiyan turned over in a hurry and got out of bed, walked quickly to the aisle, and immediately called back.

"Xiaoqing? What's the matter, what happened—"

"Why did you pick it up now! Where did you go!" Cen Qing cried until her voice became hoarse, "Mom committed suicide last night!"

-------------------

30%!