The life of a despised omega

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Gong Huanshen entered my room at four o'clock in the morning, and the moment the light came on, I sat up straight, looking at Gong Huanshen who was leaning against the wall and smiling, I said vigilantly, "What are you doing in my room?"

He approached me step by step, finally sat on the side of my bed, and approached me a little bit, his voice was smiling: "My own house, I can't enter yet?"

"But now it's my private sphere."

"Private?" He smiled. "Everything in this house is mine, even you. You talk about private things with me."

I was defeated and refused to break with him. He reached out and rumpled my hair, took out a suit from nowhere and threw it to me, "Hurry up and change."

"I'll wait for you in the garage." He closed the door and left the room.

I changed my clothes and went to the garage to look for him. This time he was driving an off-road vehicle. Just after getting in the car and fastening his seat belt, he threw me a piece of bread, "Eat it."

Without any resistance, he said what I did.

The off-road vehicle started quickly, the temperature inside the car was just right, Gong Huanshen drove quietly, I yawned and fell asleep again.

It was not very bright when I was woken up. I rubbed my eyes and got out of the car. Gong Huanshen threw me a flashlight. I opened it and looked around. It was at the foot of a mountain.

I asked him, "Why did you bring me here at night?"

His face darkened in an instant, and he threw me the bag slung over his shoulder, and I quickly reached out to hug it.

Good weight.

Gong Huanshen: "Follow me."

I put my bag on my back and followed behind him.

After passing through the first few winding paths, there is a winding stone ladder. Gong Huanshen walked fast with long legs, and I chased after him.

When I got to the middle of the mountain, I couldn't hold on any longer. I took off my backpack and sat on the ladder to rest. The bread I got up to eat was almost consumed, and I was thirsty and hungry at this time.

Gong Huanshen stepped back, and the light from the flashlight hit my face, making me unable to open my eyes.

"There's food in the bag," he said.

I dug out a bottle of water and a small cake, and quickly ate them under Gong Huanshen's disgusted eyes.

With some strength, I started to climb up again with the bag on my back.

Gong Huanshen didn't walk fast this time, but said disgustedly beside him: "Why is it so useless?"

I went back: "Can Alpha and Omega be the same?"

"No other Omega is as delicate as you."

"Then they are high-quality Omega, which is different from my low-quality Omega."

"He's just like you," Gong Huanshen's voice softened, but I could still hear him clearly, "but he's very energetic."

I didn't speak.

Seeing that I was walking really slowly, he grabbed my collar to make me stop, and then squatted at my feet. I asked why, and he said: "At your speed, the sun will come out. Don't talk nonsense, come up."

I seem to have said yesterday that I want to see the sunrise. Is this why Gong Huanshen took me to climb the mountain so early?

But I obviously want to go to the beach to see.

Seeing that I didn't move, he went directly over my knee and forced me to carry it on his back.

I land on his back.

It was exactly [-]:[-] when we reached the top of the mountain. Gong Huanshen leaned on a stone to drink water, lifted his chin into the distance and said, "You want the sunrise."

I looked east in the direction he pointed, and there was a layer of light white mist between the valleys connecting the two mountains. Clouds, slowly being dyed with orange light, another adjective—cotton candy is in my mind.

The warm yellow sun climbed out little by little, and the range of the light source was getting wider and wider. Not only did the white mist change color, but even the tops of the trees shimmered with waves. hope.

Rather than saying it is sunshine, I would like to call it Xiguang. This scene is very similar to what my mother described in the lyrics, and it is what she said about hope.

I have to say that the place that Gong Huanshen brought me to is really great, maybe it should surpass the seaside.

This trip, no loss.

I thought I would go back after watching the sunrise, but Gong Huanshen seemed to be familiar with this place, and took me to the other side of the mountain through various paths.

The top of this mountain is relatively flat, and there is a temple in the middle. This temple has no plaque. I asked Gong Huanshen, "What is the name of this temple?"

Gong Huanshen led the way: "Bodhi Temple."

I followed in.

Gong Huanshen was very familiar with the monks here. After the conversation, he led us to the place where we lived. Gong Huanshen took out the things in the bag one by one, all of which were a change of clothes and toiletries.

I asked him, "How many days do you want to live here?"

"Random."

Gong Huanshen felt completely changed, his face was calm, and all the air pressure on his body disappeared. He seemed to be integrated with the environment, giving people the feeling that he had really escaped into Buddhism.

This is the third time I have seen Gong Huanshen. Sometimes I always feel that he has multiple personalities.

Switch personality without warning, switch freely.

After packing up, he changed into plain clothes and went out.

"You go shopping by yourself, I'm going to listen to scriptures."

It was a calm and gentle voice, quite different from his usual one.

"it is good."

After Gong Huanshen left, I went out of the room to wander around. Behind the monk's house was a stone-paved path, winding and winding with no end in sight. Out of curiosity, I walked down it.

The road along the road is clean and tidy, not even a fallen leaf, and it looks like it is often cleaned.

Crossing a creek and then going up a gentle slope path, we reached the end. At the end is a beautifully decorated wooden house. At this time, the carved door was closed. I walked forward and walked around the courtyard. Although I was curious about the inside of the door, But this is a temple, so how can you break into it.

Just as I was about to leave, a monk came into the courtyard with a cleaning tool. I greeted him with a smile, and he said hello to Amitabha Buddha, "The almsgiver has not come for many years."

In my memory, I have never been to this place. It seems that the monk recognized me as that person.

But the housekeeper said again that I am not like that person.

weird.

Just when I was about to ask, the monk asked again, "Does the benefactor want to go in and have a look?"

That door was inexplicably attractive to me, I swallowed what I wanted to say, nodded and said, "Is that okay?"

"This was built for you, you are the master."

I'm guilty, I don't know where the real owner is, I'm just a fake.

But I pushed the door open anyway.

It wasn't what it looked like, there was nothing inside the door, it was just a dark cave.

The decoration on the outside is so exquisite, but there is a hole inside, my curiosity is inevitably heavier.

After taking the flashlight handed over by the monk, I entered the cave.

The cave is very shady and cool, with water flowing on the stone walls on all sides, and the echo of footsteps and water droplets echoing through the cave, like ghosts in the middle of the night.

In a trance, some broken fragments popped up in my head, and two immature voices talked in my ears, comforting and encouraging for a while, crying in despair for a while, so confusing.

The tearing pain coupled with sharp tinnitus, my head was about to explode.

With a staggering footstep, I fell to the side of the stone wall, and unknowingly, I have reached the innermost part of the cave. The wall is no longer wet, and it feels dry and smooth.

The pain gradually eased. I stood up straight and illuminated the wall with the light of the torch. This wall was different from the others. The smooth wall was covered with bamboo slices.

The bamboo is tied with hemp thread, and the top of the hemp thread is fixed with iron nails and embedded in the stone wall. I took a piece of bamboo to look at it.

The words on it were a bit scribbled, and it took me a long time to read them before I could understand them.

——They are so scary, I don’t know when it will be my turn, I am so scared.

I picked up another piece, and the handwriting was different from the one above. The characters on this piece were neat and neat. Obviously, these bamboo pieces were not written by one person.

——In the middle of the night, I hid under the quilt and covered my ears with my hands, so that I would not be afraid.

These dialogues were weird, and I couldn't restrain my curiosity. I read one piece after another.

——Yesterday I took the medicine they gave me and slept for a long time. I didn't come to see you. Don't be angry.

——Will you be like those people after taking medicine?

——No, I seem to be different from them. No matter I just want to sleep after the injection and medicine, I wake up fine, how about you?Will it be like them?

- Is that so?That's great, you must be well.I'm the same as you, I won't become like them.

……

The two children communicated like letters, describing what happened every day, and the most mentioned were drugs and fear.

What exactly did they go through?And why communicate in this way?

Later bamboo did not give an answer.

But the two seemed to meet in reality, because the next piece of bamboo was written by the two of them.

- We won't become like those people, we'll get out of here.

——We are good friends, and we will play together after we leave here.

……

But then the content changed again. It seemed that one of them disappeared, and the content on the bamboo piece became a soliloquy.

—Are you happy that we can get out of here in a moment?

—You didn’t come yesterday, what happened?

——I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, these things wouldn't have happened, but I can't resist.

— You are not like them, the man said he sent you home, luckily you are fine.

——I have become powerful, I will protect you, and I will find you in a few days.

……

The scrawled handwriting gradually became sharper, completely different from the previous feeling, and every stroke was full of hostility.

——We finally met, but I didn't expect that you and I would have such a relationship, but it doesn't matter, I can protect you even more if we get closer.

——How did you forget me, we used to play so well.

——I finally reconciled with you, but why do you always like to avoid me? I don’t know how to eat people.

——Why do you look at others with that kind of eyes? You have never looked at me like that. I hate the person who makes you smile brightly. You have only known each other for a long time. It is obvious that I have been by your side all the time. Why can’t you look at me? Look at me.

The following content became more and more crazy, each piece of bamboo narrated his perverted liking for him, from the initial stalking to captivity, the narrator became a complete lunatic.

What followed was an apology.

——I'm sorry, I didn't expect your reaction to be so big. It's the first time I feel scared by your appearance. I won't touch him in the future. You can stay by my side at ease.

——I'm sorry, I met a person who is very similar to you, even the pheromones are very similar, I couldn't control myself, I did everything I wanted to do to you, but you shouldn't care, right? After all, you hate me so much.

——I'm sorry, I did the same thing last time again, I was not me in the susceptible period, and I took that person as you again.

——I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well and made you like this. Leave me, maybe you can live more comfortably if you leave me, and I should let you go, but I will teach him a lesson for you.

The bamboo pieces at the end are all four words of peace.

--I miss you.