Intensive Cultivation Manual

After growing up a bit, Shen Fan started to go to school.

The so-called going to school is nothing more than sneaking under the school window to eavesdrop on some elementary school knowledge, and sneaking in to read other people's books when there is no one in the class.

He doesn't have what others have, this is his young cognition.

After growing up a bit, he began to understand the situation of his own family, and he could clearly distinguish what he needed and what he couldn't, and because it was such a family, he should bear these things.

His mother's illness became more and more serious, and when he visited her, he fell asleep most of the time, his black hair grew longer, and Lin's face became paler and paler. Shen Fan sat in front of the hospital bed, imitating his mother's way of comforting him, stroking his mother's long hair, Looking at myself reflected on the glass window, the hair that hasn't been cut for a long time fell down, a little longer, a bit like a girl, and the facial features are very similar to my mother.

He might become a mother when he grows up, he thought, looking down at his mother lying on the hospital bed, the liquid in the infusion bag hanging on the bed was dripping down the infusion tube into the mother's pale arm inside.

For the first time, Shen Fan resisted in his heart, he didn't want to become like this.

When he grew older, his mother would no longer be able to open her eyes to look at him, and would no longer be able to smile at him.

Because the news was too sudden, Shen Fan didn't react. He looked at his mother on the hospital bed surrounded by doctors and nurses through the crack of the door. He thought that when he came over tomorrow, his mother would sit on the hospital bed and watch as usual. Mumbling outside the window.

However, on the second day, there was no mother on the hospital bed. On the third day, there were other people lying on it. On the fourth and fifth days, I never saw her again.

[Already dead. ]

That's what the doctor said, and that's what everyone said.

No one came to visit the mother who had already severed ties with her family, and they gave the hospital a sum of money to bury her mother's body. In the silent funeral under the gloomy sky, he was the only one who watched her disappear.

Obviously, he is such a gentle person.

Her mother was not a beautiful princess in captivity, but a discarded doll.

He will also be discarded one day, because he is her son.

Shen Fan was very scared, he didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, he locked himself in the transparent glass bottle silently, as long as he didn't touch, he wouldn't be abandoned, if he was alone all the time, he wouldn't be abandoned by anyone.

At some point, the glass bottle became a transparent wall separating others, and when he realized it, he was the only one in Shen Fan's world.

[It's so boring...]

He muttered softly to the glass window, suddenly thinking of his mother, and smiled silently.

No one loved his mother, and no one loved him.

The unspeakable sadness swept over like a tide, which made Shen Fan wake up from his dream.

In the quiet room, the pointer was ticking, Shen Fan was sitting on the head of the bed, staring at the slightly white sky outside the window, no longer sleepy.

Looking down at the mobile phone beside the bed, it was still a gloomy screen, and had not received any news from anyone.

Four days after killing the parents.

Waiting for news from the police.

Shen Fan sat on the bedside and stared at the gradually brightening sky outside the window. The golden light gradually spread from the top of the building to the street, and the street lights at night gradually went out. From the first person to go out to the crowded crowd, the noise gradually The sound made Shen Fan's thoughts flutter.

"The weather is so nice today." He muttered to himself, got up and got off the bed.

After washing up, before his sister came out of the room, Shen Fan went downstairs to buy breakfast.

The morning air was still a bit cool, Shen Fan tightened the collar of his coat and went downstairs to buy breakfast, sat on a stone bench in the small garden next to him, quietly watching all kinds of people rushing by in front of him. people.

Although City A is a complicated city, the area where Shen Fan lives is not the city center with high-rise buildings and bustling streets, but a civilian area on the edge.Ordinary small houses on the fourth floor, once-renovated earth tile houses, large courtyards and small gardens, vaguely smell of poverty, but everyone is living well.

There are the most people coming and going on the road passing through the city center. Shen Fan's favorite thing is probably sitting here and watching the people passing by, men and women, old people or children, what kind of clothes they are wearing, what kind of clothes they are carrying. expression, and then guess what kind of family and character this person is.

There was something moving in the small flower clusters around him, which attracted Shen Fan's attention.Slightly looking sideways, a small snow-white figure suddenly appeared in his sight, swaying his white tail gracefully, rubbing against Shen Fan's trouser legs, and staring at him with blue eyes.

When I used to sit here, there would often be such a white cat running to rub food, but that cat died in front of this garden a few days ago, and the cat that is now wandering around at the feet is undoubtedly the cat child.

Shen Fan lowered his head and divided half of the buns he bought on the ground. The white kitten circled around the buns, sniffed them, turned around and jumped into the grass.

Reluctantly curling the corner of his mouth, Shen Fan didn't care about its departure, and turned his eyes away, watching the crowd of people passing by on the road.Suddenly, I felt the touch of something at my feet, and it was scurrying around my feet.

As far as the eyes could see, there were three white kittens, which surrounded the steamed bun that Shen Fan had put down just now, and they meowed and swayed their soft tails while biting several pieces of the steamed stuffed bun.

Maybe it was because he didn't expect much, but the appearance of the kittens surprised Shen Fan a little. After eating, the three groups of white figures lay docilely at his feet, lazily licking each other's fur, basking in the sun.

The scene of tenderness and happiness softened Shen Fan's expressionless face a lot. He squatted down and carefully stretched out his fingers to touch the soft white fur of the kitten. The small warm body melted into one's heart.

The deciduous teeth that hadn't yet grown sharp, bit Shen Fan's fingertips, licked it with a wet tongue, and then retracted.The blue eyes stared at Shen Fan curiously, but was quickly attracted by other sounds.

The white body rolled on the ground covered with golden sunlight, stretched out its paws lazily, and rested peacefully by its feet.Shen Fan looked at them quietly, didn't make a sound, didn't dare to move, squatted there quietly and watched carefully.

I don't know how long I watched it, but the kittens seemed to be tired of waiting, got up and jumped into the grass, chasing each other.Shen Fan tapped his numb leg and stood up unsteadily.Ready to turn around and go home, take the first step, as if stepping on cotton, the center of gravity of the body is unstable, and the gaze is tilted.

Shen Fan didn't panic, he subconsciously raised his hand to support his body before landing, but the moment he raised his elbow, he bumped into the person behind him.

His nerves trembled suddenly, and he glanced behind him from the corner of his eye. He squatted here for a long time, completely oblivious to when someone stood behind him.