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The jungle originally wanted to recall the past, but accidentally recalled too long ago.

Cong Wei and Conglin were bought by the chief of staff from Paihuazi. Cong Wei was six years old and Conglin was five years old.

He always remembered that it was the elder sister who told him that the old woman sold maltose, so he went with her, but he didn't go back after walking for a long time. The elder sister caught up and the two were abducted together.

The chief of staff threw them into the organization called 'Blood Suzaku'. On the first day, they were beaten so hard that they couldn't move. This was telling them that the first thing they learned was to get used to pain.

Years of swords and flesh, in the fire and rain, eating meat and swallowing soil to live.The first time Jungle killed someone was when he was eight years old. He drew a line on the neck of a comatose death row prisoner, blood spurted out, the person twitched on the ground, and then did not move.

He was so scared that he peed, and of course he was punished to kneel all night.

At that time, he knew that in his life, killing and killing went hand in hand and could not be separated.

Outside, Cong Wei and him are the adopted daughter and adopted son of the chief of staff.

Cong Wei once hugged him and said: "Little brother, my mother said, if you kill too many people, you won't be reincarnated. In the future, sister will kill people, so you don't want to kill any more."

Conglin laughed secretly, laughing at how innocent Sister A is.

Meeting Duan Zhanzhou was an accident.

The tenth birthday party of the chief of staff's second son was also Jungle's birthday.

But that day, he lived as usual, practicing long-distance running for ten kilometers with weights, fighting, assassinating, and researching drugs. He didn't remember until he fell on the bed covered in dust and heard congratulatory songs from the chief of staff's mansion next to the wall.

A killer who lives in the shadows doesn't need this kind of boring festival, the killer instructor will definitely say so.But in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but climb up the wall curiously—he swears, he was just curious to take a look.

It was this one glance, the wrong start.

"Who are you?" Duan Zhanzhou stood under the corner with the same immature face. He looked five or six years older than Jungle. There was a rich girl at the banquet who kept pestering him. He came out to get some air. When he looked up, he saw A black boy with a dark face was climbing the wall.

Cong Lin was so startled that he almost retracted his head, looking nervously at Duan Zhanzhou.

Duan Zhanzhou tilted his head: "I'm asking you! Are you a thief?"

Jungle shook his head.In fact, he was now thinking that if this guy startled the instructor by yelling, he would kill him with a knife.

Duan Zhanzhou looked at the banquet hall behind him, turned his head again, and said knowingly: "Do you also want to play in this kind of place? Want to see and see?"

Jungle nodded, but took out a knife from his pocket.In order to coax Duan Zhanzhou over, he deliberately made a gesture, pointing to the banquet hall and then to himself. He opened his mouth but made no sound.

He thought that Duan Zhanzhou would definitely come closer in order to hear what he said clearly, so that he would be sure to throw a knife down from the wall and puncture his throat.

Unexpectedly, Duan Zhanzhou responded for a moment, oh, and ran back to the banquet hall.Jungle was very curious about what he wanted to do, so he didn't leave the wall until Duan Zhanzhou was holding a small plate with a small piece of cake on it, and a delicate Western candle stuck in it, like a small pine tree.

it's beautiful. Everything in 'Blood Suzaku' was pitch black, even the windows were blacked out, and there were no flowers and plants in the yard, the atmosphere was terrifying, he had never seen such a beautiful thing.

The wall was very high, and Duan Zhanzhou lit his feet and raised the candle, which happened to reach the chin of the jungle, so he could see more clearly.

Is the cream as white as cotton wool, like clouds, really edible?What a delicious taste that must be.

"Here, there's only one piece left, here you are. Just now you pointed around, and I understood it at a glance. You mean today is also your birthday? How about it, am I smart enough?"

Cong Lin stayed where he was, and didn't take it for a long time. Duan Zhanzhou raised his hands sorely, and frowned: "Hey! Why don't you talk, are you dumb?"

The jungle came back to his senses, the knife in his hand fell into the grass, and he quickly reached out to catch it. At this moment, he heard someone shouting in the distance: "Zhanzhou! We are going back, come back soon!"

Duan Zhanzhou turned his head: "Here we come! Wait a minute!"

But when he turned his head again, the person on the wall had disappeared, and the cake had not been taken away.

"Hello? Hello? Where are you? Gone?" It's really rude... He clicked his tongue in displeasure and left.

On the other side of the wall, for fear of being discovered by others, Jungle hurriedly grabbed it and retracted. He opened his hand to look, and only had time to take down the candle on the cake.

Because he put out the candle with his hands in a hurry, his palm was slightly burned, a small blister formed, and the fingertips were also stained with cream.

He put it in his mouth and tasted it for a long, long time.

That night when he returned to the room, he lay on the pillow and had a sleepless night. When the sky was about to dawn, he asked Cong Wei: "Sister, do you know... what cream tastes like?"

Cong Wei fell into a drowsy sleep, turned over and muttered, "That's a taste we'll never taste in our entire lives."

From then on, he often turned over the wall to see if the boy would appear.

It wasn't until a few years later that he and Cong Wei finally walked out of the organization and were introduced to the upper class by the chief of staff as a positive identity, and he was finally able to face Duan Zhanzhou with dignity.

At that time, Duan Zhanzhou was already a soldier, so he couldn't see his immature and tall figure, which attracted attention no matter where he stood.

No one would know that when Jungle and Duan Zhanzhou shook hands, under the calm appearance, his heart was beating like a stormy sea.The little place where the fingers touch lightly feels like a tingling electric shock.

"Mr. Duan, hello, I've heard of you for a long time." If you listen carefully, the breath is actually chaotic.

"Well, hello." However, Duan Zhanzhou just shook hands politely and left.

He doesn't remember him.Also, a small weedy episode that no one should remember.

Sometimes things are like this. When Duan Zhanzhou came to propose marriage to Cong Wei, the jungle was as empty as if he didn't get the cake that night.

If he is not allowed to taste the cream, he will not miss the whole cake, really.But fate just gives you a little sweetness, so that you can't ask for it.

The rest is all suffering.