little beast

Sheng Zongyu pushed open the bedroom door.

Sheng Shuangxu heard Sheng Zongyu say, "What's the matter with this vase?"

Sheng Yuwei spoke with a strong nasal voice and a crying voice. No matter how much she pretended to be calm in front of Sheng Shuangxu, she was still a scared little girl crying. She stammered, "Dad, I... I, I Broke the vase."

Sheng Zongyu was silent for a moment, and asked, "Where did Sheng Shuangxu go?"

Sheng Yuwei lied: "...I don't know."

Sheng Zongyu would not let outsiders see his ugliness. No matter how angry he was, he would pretend to be the easy-going and gentle Professor Sheng. He turned his head and said to his guest: "You have no way to teach your son. You are laughing at me."

"Oh, by the way, Weiwei, you stay here and talk to Uncle, and wait for me to come back."

Sheng Shuangxu put his ear close to the door of the cupboard, he didn't dare to move, his heart was beating violently because of fear and tension, Sheng Zongyu left, and only this strange man was left in the room, who stepped on the wooden floor, There was a creaking sound, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

He heard the man say, "Little girl, what's the matter with you?"

Sheng Zongyu asked Sheng Yuwei to stay here, so she didn't dare to run away, not to mention her brother was still behind her.

Fear made Sheng Yuwei keep backing up until her back touched the cabinet door, and she could no longer take a step back.

Sheng Yuwei said, "I broke the vase...it's too high, I'm sorry."

"If you do something wrong, you will be punished," the man's voice was calm and gentle. He suddenly clasped Sheng Yuwei's shoulders with five fingers, and dragged her forward. This allowed Sheng Shuangxu to see the situation outside the cabinet clearly. Sheng Yuwei Caught off guard by him, subconsciously struggling, he was slapped on the head, "You still have a brother, don't you? Your father is looking for him, you all have to have a good talk with your uncle."

Sheng Yuwei was beaten to the ground, she whimpered and wanted to escape, the man stopped talking, he picked up one of Sheng Yuwei's feet, and slowly dragged it to the bed, Sheng Yuwei struggled hard, digging deeply into the carpet with five fingers, Make several deep fingerprints on soft felt.

Sheng Shuangxu was frightened, he bit his palm violently in order not to make a sound.

His younger sister is desperately protecting him, but he can't do anything. Once he is discovered, everything Sheng Yuwei has done will be in vain.

Cold sweat soaked Sheng Frost's shirt, and the narrow and dark space almost made him dizzy and suffocating. The scene in front of him twisted and twisted in his mind along with Sheng Yuwei's crying.

The pain made Sheng Shuangxu's stomach ache, and the nausea eroded him in an instant, his head was buzzing, and the sound of rain filled Sheng Shuangxu's eardrums everywhere. He had never hated the sticky wetness of rain so much— ——Sheng Shuangxu's face was covered with tears, and he could only bite his palm tightly until his mouth was filled with the smell of rust, so that he could barely suppress the trembling and fear.

He wanted to leave here, no, he must leave here with Sheng Yuwei.

Sheng Zongyu pushed the door and came back. Through the door, his voice was muffled, and he couldn't hear his emotions: "My son disappeared, I hope you can...don't pay too much attention to it."

"Although one is missing, I still hope that you can..."

"Of course it's no problem," the man chuckled, whispering like a devil, "Is her name Sheng Yuwei? She's so beautiful."

Footsteps came from far to near, Sheng Shuangxu curled up numbly in the closet, and heard the sound of the lock being unlocked.

The light flooded into this dark and narrow wardrobe with the man's movements. Sheng Shuangxu's body was already unconscious, and his short hair was sticky on his cheeks because of sweat and tears. The body, ready to make futile resistance.

He saw his father, Sheng Zongyu leaning against the bedroom door, with his back to Sheng Yuwei who was slumped on the bed, silently smoking a cigarette.

Sheng Yuwei barely raised her neck and looked desperately at her brother who she desperately wanted to protect.

The man was facing the light, his facial features were not very clear, Sheng Shuangxu still remembered his face firmly, he said with a smile: "There is still one hidden here."

"You look like a little girl."

These were the scariest words Sheng Shuangxu had ever heard in his life.

From then on, he dreaded the summer rainstorm.

Sheng Shuangxu narrated everything he had experienced. His words were too broken because of the collapse, but Shen Chengan still understood the general idea.

Sheng Shuangxu had no way to take revenge on his father, so he could only take his sister and escape from this family with all his strength. Until now, although they were far away from Sheng Zongyu's control, their souls were deeply mired in the quagmire, and it was difficult to escape its shadow in this life.

The more he cared about it, the more extreme Sheng Shuangxu became. He instinctively rejected any words like "feminine" and "homosexuality". beyond normal memory.

It was also the same with Sheng Shuangxu. In the few days after Sheng Yuwei's death, she picked up the skirt that she was going to buy for her sister, and quietly put it on herself.

Shen Chengan was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he looked at Sheng Shuangxu who was crying again, and finally let go of the restraint on him.

"Don't cry," he said so flustered and cautiously, "Teacher, I won't scare you anymore."

Sheng Shuangxu did not respond.

Domestic violence is also a familiar term for Shen Chengan.

Shen Chengan seldom complained about the unfortunate childhood that he lived with his father. He was used to being bullied by his father and his peers, but he had never experienced the despair of hiding in a closet. He would not be as afraid as Sheng Shuangxu.

Shen Chengan's heart seemed to have been hollowed out, he used his fingers to wipe the tears on Sheng Shuangxu's face, but he couldn't wipe them away, the tears fell into Shen Chengan's palm, and it hurt like a needle prick.

Sheng Shuangxu was far more fragile than he imagined, and his self-righteous means of revenge were tattered and despicable—like an absurd farce.

He no longer had the momentum to force Sheng Shuangxu to ask.

Shen Chengan, who learned everything about Sheng Shuangxu, threw away his helmet and armor when he lost.

"Teacher, don't cry, I'm sorry," guilt and remorse swept over him, his voice became smaller and smaller, "I'm sorry..."

Shen Chengan is not someone who can apologize, especially to Sheng Shuangxu, he can only try to comfort his teacher over and over again: "I'm sorry, teacher, I will never scare you again."

In the confessional room, Shen Chengan confessed for the first time for what he had done.

Shen Chengan tightly hugged Sheng Shuangxu's trembling shoulders, Sheng Shuangxu subconsciously wanted to push him away, but in the end he could only cling to his arms, not wanting to say anything.

When Sheng Shuangxu finally calmed down, they came out of the confessional, while the mass was still going on.

Sheng Shuangxu lost any mood for mass, he couldn't help being in a daze, and fell into a long memory.

Shen Chengan didn't interfere too much with Sheng Shuangxu. He was very familiar with the flow of the mass. After the end, he accepted the blessing with most people, hugged and bid farewell to the priest. It was not he who went mad in the confessional.

Sheng Shuangxu was still sitting motionless in his seat.

He was thinking about his sister, if Sheng Yuwei had a soul in heaven, he didn't know what to think when he saw the brother he desperately protected was molested in a confessional room as narrow as the closet.

After Sheng Yuwei's death, everything was on the right track for him. He finally had a serious job and a lover. Everything was developing in a good way, and he would soon be able to get rid of the shadow of the past. But why did the misfortune of life treat him like this? Chasing and beating him fiercely has brought him down to this point.

Sheng Shuangxu felt that he was dirty and ugly, he was not worthy to sit in a holy church, if there was really a heaven after death, then he would definitely fall into hell because of his filthiness.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't realize that he was going to leave, and Shen Chengan wouldn't deliberately urge him - he was always like this, going crazy, calming down, going crazy again, then calming down again.

Only when he is calm and not angry can he look like a normal person. In the past, Sheng Shuangxu always felt that Shen Chengan was not bad in nature, and wished to get along with him in harmony and improve their relationship - all of this was probably wishful thinking.

He never knew when Shen Chengan would get angry, when the insult would befall him, Sheng Shuangxu no longer expected to use his actions to influence Shen Chengan.

Shen Chengan sat silently beside Sheng Shuangxu, he looked at Sheng Shuangxu's face with a heavy expression.