Blood filled his mind, mixed with screams and roars, washing his brain over and over again.
These memories were sealed in the past and never touched. When a certain time comes, they will pop out and cannot be suppressed.
Huo Yan slapped her harder and harder, one stroke after another. His fingertips trembled and he couldn't hold it down several times.
There was blood all over the ground, the mother kept wailing and screaming, and the father lost his mind.
A tragedy that cannot be stopped no matter how hard it is stopped.
The final scene was of the father with his face covered in blood, and his words were like the whispers of poisonous snakes.
"We are all the same, you and I, we are all the same."
Snap.
Huo Yan slammed the cigarette and lighter, his breathing was messy, the clarity in his eyes was getting less and less, and a strong murderous aura slowly surged up.
Suddenly, a gentle breath approached.
Before he could instinctively take action, a slender arm stretched out, his palm opened, and a beautiful and delicate cricket lay there.
"Third Master, this is for you."
The murderous aura that filled the sky suddenly subsided.
The fierce look on his face was stuck.
He lowered his head and met that delicate little face, his eyes were shining, and with cautious to please, he tentatively stuck his head out like a rabbit.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng Anning became more and more uneasy.
Is it because you don’t like it?
She felt that she had folded it very well and it was lifelike.
Seeing that the third master did not reject it, she plucked up the courage and stuffed the cricket into his hand.
"Happy birthday."
Huo Yan held the fluttering cricket in his hand and his mind went blank.
The murderous aura that was still raging just now slowly disappeared, and his heart felt like it had been burned.
He twitched the corners of his lips and stiffly said, "Is this what you're going to give me?"
Cheng Anning almost wanted to give him a look.
"I don't have money, so I can't give you anything else, but I guarantee this cricket is unique!"
Huo Yan pinched the cricket and said nothing. The expression on his face showed no emotion or anger.
Cheng Anning thought for a while, pressed him on the chair, and said hesitantly: "Third Master, wait a minute."
Huo Yan didn't know what she was going to do, but for the first time, she felt a sense of expectation in her heart.
He didn't know what he was expecting.
Cheng Anning used the hem of her skirt as a basket and came over holding something.
She looked at him for a few times, then she softened her heart and took out a small cricket, which was only about the size of two fingers, and placed it on the table.
"This is a birth gift. Congratulations on finally coming to this world."
I took another one that was slightly bigger.
"It's your first birthday, and as a reward you can talk."
He took another one and said, "It's your second birthday, and I'll reward you for leaving."
"You are three years old. As a reward for being obedient and well-behaved, you have officially integrated into the world."
"You are four years old, I will reward you..."
Huo Yan stared blankly at the four little crickets placed on the table.
One is bigger than the other.
It seems that the cricket is growing too.
When he was four years old, Cheng Anning hesitated for a long time before slowly taking out a colorful cricket.
That cricket uses leaves of different colors and is very beautiful, more beautiful than the others.
She gently put it on the table and said cautiously: "Five years old... It doesn't matter even if there are no parents. The mistress is very strong."
In an instant, the steel wall built high above Huo Yan's heart was smashed open with force.
The warm and bright sunshine penetrated the opening and melted the ice on the other side.
She took another one, which was much larger than the previous ones.
"At six years old, you are very strong. You have grown up slowly and gone through the pain."
"Seven years old, you have grown up a lot..."
"Eight years old..."
…
On the table, delicate little crickets lined up one after another, neatly placed together like a military parade.
Looking at these crickets, his eyes warmed.
On to the eighteenth one.
Cheng Anning's gentle arms were already empty.
She put down the last cricket and said: "Eighteen years old, you have become an adult... Happy coming-of-age ceremony, no one can hurt you in the future."
The atmosphere is very quiet.
Huo Yan half-closed his eyes, unable to see his expression.
Cheng Anning clenched her hands nervously, accidentally touched the wound, and took a small breath.
In order to fold these crickets, her ten fingers were scratched many small holes by the leaves.
While inhaling, continue folding.
But now seeing Mr. Huo motionless, she was a little frustrated.
Sure enough, it’s still too cheap, right?
It shouldn't be embarrassing.
Cheng Anning wanted to reach out and take away the crickets, "I'm sorry, these crickets are still too cheap, I..."
My wrist was suddenly grabbed.
He said calmly: "Can I take back the things I gave you?"
"But don't you like it?"
"I didn't say."
But you don’t look very happy!
"That……"
"Why are there only eighteen?"
"ah?"
Huo Yan said seriously: "I am 27 this year. Counting the first one just now, you still have 8 more to go."
Cheng Anning's eyes widened and she blurted out: "There is no one like you!"
"Fold the remaining eight."
"I……"
"Fold it and I'll take you down the mountain."
Cheng Anning held back the rest of his words, "That's what you said!"
She immediately turned around and continued looking for the right leaf.
Just eight!
She can do it!
He looked at her squatting back, which was round and small, and added: "I want the colorful one."
Cheng Anning was so angry that she turned her head and glared at him, and shouted unwillingly: "I know."
This was followed by a quiet murmur, "How picky", which reached his ears along the wind.
Inexplicably, he laughed.
Those dark eyes looked at the row of crickets with a bit of a smile.
He stretched out his hand and touched the cricket lightly a few times, and his heart was wrapped in warmth.
He always hated remembering this day in the past.
But today, there seems to be a different feeling.
By the time Cheng Anning finished folding the remaining crickets, she was already tired and fell asleep on the stone bench, still covered with Huo Yan's coat.
He also muttered bad things about Mr. Huo in his sleep.
Huo Yan, on the other hand, sat next to her and looked at her for a long time.
It's dawn.
The bodyguards followed the rules and went up the mountain, preparing to meet their boss.
When they came to the stone bench, they saw the boss and his wife asleep. The wife was lying on the boss's lap, curled up in a ball, like a cat.
But the boss they remembered as being very scary on this day every year had his eyes closed and his face was peaceful as he slept.
The bodyguards all walked lightly and guarded outside the stone pavilion without disturbing the people inside.
The old man who had been waiting anxiously in the manor suddenly received a call from the bodyguard and said hurriedly: "Have you been sent to the hospital? Did something happen? Is the injury serious?"
A series of questions came out, mixed with deep worry.
But the next moment, the old man's expression became strange.
"What? Didn't go to the hospital? Wasn't injured? They... were asleep?"