"Then what was his past like?" I was very curious as to what kind of environment could create such a selfish, ruthless and weird person.

Lan Linfeng's eyes flashed, and he ducked away: "I've said it a thousand times, but it's better for you to see it with your own eyes. Among these people, he was the first to enter the illusion, but the others didn't notice it.

"

I quickly moved my eyes to the screen, where Bai Ziyang was breathing heavily, while Ran Yang turned over Yao Haoxuan, who was lying on the ground.

Several people were exhausted and wanted to fall asleep on the spot. Lan Xin and Yang Wan were busy taking care of the four of them. Lin Yan was sitting cross-legged under the shade of a tree not far away, looking at the others with cold eyes, as if that was not the case.

His companions are like his sworn enemies.

"Yang Wan's words stimulated him. He can no longer resist the invasion of the illusion as he did at first." Lan Linfeng frowned slightly: "Is this person the target?"

"He has entered a fantasy world." I also noticed Lin Yan's eyes. Although his eyes were cold,... they had lost their original luster.

Lan Linfeng nodded silently, then raised his palm and patted the mirror gently. The original picture immediately fell apart. When the picture became clear again, the scene in front of him had changed. A dilapidated wooden house, simple furniture,

There was a squeaky wooden bed, and an old lady covered in dirt lay on it.

"..." I was shocked by the scene in front of me, and subconsciously clenched my fists.

The old lady's eyes were cloudy, transparent liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth, and her bloodshot lips were constantly opening and closing, as if she was calling someone's name.

"grandmother."

At this moment, a child with only a sheet covering his body poked his head out from under the sunken bed next to the old woman: "You are so naughty, you squeezed the little kid into this pit again."

The child crawled out of the hole in frustration. There seemed to be a hole in the edge of the bed. Two figures, one large and one small, were struggling to move on the dilapidated wooden bed.

"Little brat, let's get to work."

At this time, a fierce female voice outside the house startled the child. He wiped the saliva from the corner of the old lady's mouth in panic: "Come here, come here...Grandma, there will be porridge in a minute."

"This is..." I really can't understand what this has to do with Lin Yan.

"He is Lin Yan's childhood." Lan Linfeng sighed: "He is a posthumous child. When his mother was pregnant with him, his father went to sea and his life and death were unknown. Later, his mother also died due to dystocia, and even

The only grandma, because she was protecting him, had a falling out with his uncle and aunt, had a stroke and had no money for treatment, and ended up like this."

I closed my eyes, how could this be such a tragic word?

Lan Linfeng continued: "If we go by his true memory, his grandmother will die before he comes back with porridge from work, and then he will be picked up by the orphanage, where he will be bullied by older children.

After being ostracized for two full years, I was finally adopted by a middle-aged couple who were not financially well-off. After that..."

Lan Linfeng closed his eyes slightly and sighed: "He lived as normal as possible. The shadow of his childhood made him very concerned about whether he lived with dignity. He began to hide himself and create an illusion of sunshine. He

Swearing that he must stand at the top of the food chain, he began to study hard, eager to find the sense of superiority he longed for from knowledge. The middle-aged couple treated him well, but could not give him the dignity he wanted. He wanted more

A good quality of life, so... He studied hard and worked hard to be a good student in the eyes of his tutor. But after he graduated, he realized that all his efforts were not as effective as the words of his rich girlfriend. He once tried

He had to rely on his own efforts, but he found that the graduation certificate was not much better than waste paper. From that time on, he chose his future lifestyle. He had the ability, but he just lacked a platform.

His girlfriend happened to give him this platform, that's all."

Lan Linfeng paused: "After that, you should be pretty much the same. You know it from Liao Yuqing."

"..." I was speechless for a moment. Although his madness had some external factors, a large part still came from his own unbalanced psychology. If he was willing to take off his colored glasses and look back at the middle-aged couple,
Chapter completed!