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"You lied to me from the beginning?"

"sorry."

Zhang Yaochen looked aloof, not like a father at all, but like a master rewarding his servants: "Jingmo, don't worry, as long as Xiaoxi recovers, I will give you a large sum of money to let you go back to Hezhou Good day."

Shen Jingmo didn't know whether he should be heartbroken or chilled, so he replied with a wrong sentence: "What if I don't want to?"

Whether he likes it or not, it's not up to him to choose.

He was immediately locked in the white ward. Doctors in white coats and masks filed in, tied him to the hospital bed, poked a needle into his skin, and took a whole bag of blood.

He struggled, but his fists could not resist more than a dozen hands. He had no choice but to be manipulated like a stranded fish.

The feeling of blood flowing out of the body is so obvious, as if the soul is gradually being sucked away.

Lying on the bed, blood was taken without dignity, he raised his head with a terrified face, and saw a few people with different expressions by the door.There is Zhang Xiuming who is watching the show, Zhang Yinxi who is dismissive, Zhang Yaochen who is pretending, and the man who can't bear to watch but is indifferent.

Each of them, ignoring his pleading and resistance, forced him to accept such torture.

At that time, he suddenly understood that in this manor, no one regarded him as a person.

That night, his hands and feet were chained, he was trapped on the bed, and when he was looking at the ceiling, he thought of his mother.

My mother has always known that she has a special blood type, and it is not easy to get hurt. Every time she bleeds, she will feel distressed, and she will cook a lot of blood-enriching red date soup for him to drink.

If my mother is still alive, knowing what he looks like now, I'm afraid she will die of pain.

From then on, every few days, at a certain time, someone would come to take his blood.

Gradually, he also knew that Zhang Yinxi was seriously ill and often vomited blood, and needed blood transfusions to survive and receive treatment.And Zhang Yaochen didn't want Zhang Xiuming to suffer this crime, so naturally he had to let his unlucky son come.

It can only be Shen Jingmo.

Because of Zhang Yaochen's special blood type, his children followed him, and it was really hard to find a matching blood relationship. It was precisely because of this that Shen Jingmo, the son he had forgotten, was brought up again. .

As for sending someone to lie to him, it was probably because he was afraid that something would happen on the way to Hezhou to arrest Wan, and the gain outweighed the loss.

Bag after bag of blood was transported out. From Shen Jingmo's struggle at the beginning, to giving up later, and then to instinctive resistance, the result was the same.

Every day because of anemia, I feel groggy, my muscles are sore, and my internal organs often throb and hurt.He didn't even dare to have too many emotions. If he was a little excited, he would be prone to convulsions and shock.

Zhang Yinxi gradually got better, but Shen Jingmo's body gradually weakened.

What's it like to stay in the same room for five years?

Shen Jingmo often feels that he should be crazy, and he is on the verge of madness if he is not.There was nothing in that room, and no one would approach this room to talk to him when his blood was not taken. He could only sit on the bed and look at the skylight.

He could see the web of spiders on the skylight for a long time.Watching and watching the tears stay.

It's not that he didn't think about escaping, he tried it once, but before he left the manor, he was held down by someone, dragged back to the room, his arms were broken, and he was taken back.

It's not that he didn't think about committing suicide. He secretly hid a piece of broken glass and cut his own wrist. He was discovered before he fainted. At that time, he was tied to the bed by Tian Tian Wu Hua Da, and he couldn't help himself in eating, drinking, and lassing. He was completely gone. dignity.

Sometimes, when the blood is pumped a little bit harder, he can't help convulsing, and he will yearn for it in his heart, why don't more, let him die.

Unfortunately, failed to do so.

By the fifth year, blood draws were less frequent.

One day, when Zhang Yinxi was able to stand in front of Shen Jingmo with a rosy complexion, the first thing he did was slap Shen Jingmo across the face.

"You mean thing, still occupying the name of Zhang's eldest son? Because of you, my brother can only be ranked second, and I can only be Miss Zhang San. If it weren't for your usefulness, my father would have I will send you to meet your short-lived mother!"

These words came from a girl who was only able to survive because of his blood.

Shen Jingmo didn't fight back or fight back. If he really did that, he would be the one who suffered in the end.

Zhang Yinxi slapped him and felt that his hands were hurting, so he snorted: "I don't need your blood anymore, the doctor said I have recovered. It's disgusting to think about it, I actually have your blood flowing in my body, It really made me hate myself!"

As she spoke, she took out her hand to wipe the hand she had just slapped Shen Jingmo, and then threw the handkerchief in front of him.

Shen Jingmo looked at it, this handkerchief was much better than the material of the clothes he was wearing.

He tried to open his mouth, and found that if he didn't speak for too long, his throat would really get rusty: "Then I... can I... go?"

As Zhang Yaochen said, when Zhang Yinxi is healed, he can leave.

"Of course." The answer was Zhang Xiuming who came in from the door.

Five years made him grow taller. He walked up to Shen Jingmo and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch this poor thing. Shen Jingmo subconsciously avoided it. Zhang Xiuming smiled when he saw his frightened appearance, " Don't worry, I will take you out personally soon."

Zhang Xiuming didn't lie, he really sent Shen Jingmo out.

It's just that he moved Shen Jingmo from this cage to another.As a hostage, instead of Zhang Xiuming, he was sent to Yan Gang as a mortgage.

Fearing that he would run away and cause trouble, Zhang Yinxi put medicine in his food.That's how the eyes faded away.

When I was blind on the first day, I was just confused, and I could know light and dark, but my eyes were like a white fog, which I couldn't get around.

He was so frightened that he fumbled around and fell down before taking two steps.Feeling the surrounding things nervously with both hands, I feel that I have fallen into the night, but I can't find a way out.

"My eyes...why do I see, can't see...why..."

He stumbled, he made a fool of himself, and in return the group of people who saw his joke laughed at him unscrupulously without worrying about his face.

"Look, he's so stupid, he fell again."

"Hahaha…"

"Does he look like a great dancer? Hey, go trip him and see!"

"Hahaha what an ugly fall!"

"You said Master Ghost would be so angry that he would shoot him dead when he saw such an idiot?"

"Master Gui has such a stinky temper, so I definitely can't keep him. But he's blind, and it's much more interesting than the dying look before, don't you think?"

The words of sword and sword pierced Shen Jingmo's wound every time.He felt like a clown on stage, put on a mask, forced to perform, forced to be amused, regardless of how he cried behind the mask.

It was because of this that they relaxed their vigilance against him. On a rainy night, on the way to send him to the Yan Gang, Shen Jingmo found an opportunity and escaped.

It was also a coincidence that he hid in a cargo box in a daze, and was loaded onto a boat in a daze. The boat happened to be Xiao Yan's boat returning to Hezhou City.

No one knows how he got off the boat, and how he rolled back to Hezhou City like a down and out beggar.It can only be said that God's only pity for him is to let him collapse at the door of Heming Medicine Hall.

For Shen Jingmo, the past five years were like ulcers on the skin pierced by pinholes, and it hurt to death whether he touched it or not.

He would rather die on the street than return to that horrible manor.

"Huh..." Shen Jingmo let out a long breath after telling the story, and the smell of disinfectant in the air had already gone away.

Xu Hang's hand holding the railing beside the bed was tightened and loosened for a while, and his face was dark and white for a while.

Shen Jingmo smiled palely: "Do you think I'm unlucky?"

"Yes, you used to be." Xu Hang pressed his hand on the back of Shen Jingmo's hand, "The unlucky ones in the future will be those dregs."