you are a star

Jinse's eyes flickered, she was a charming bar owner in front of others, a boss on the facade of Kongcheng, but in front of Shen Juan, she was nothing.

Because, in front of Shen Juan, everything will be seen thoroughly, without the slightest reservation.

Shen Juan has such an ability, those dark eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

She took a tight breath, and when she met Shen Juan's indifferent eyes, her back suddenly felt cold, and layers of cold sweat broke out.

"Jinser?"

Her throat seemed to be blocked with a layer of cotton, she swallowed, "I like it."

He thought that after admitting this sentence, he would face punishment, but after listening to her words, Shen Juan smiled inexplicably.

"What's it like to like someone? Jinse, can you tell me?"

Jinse's gaze was complicated. In her impression, Mr. Shen would never ask this question, but she still answered cautiously: "When you like someone, you want to see him all the time, want him to be good, and desperately want him with each other."

This is the definition of liking in Jinse's heart. She hopes that Shen Juan will be well.

Shen Juan listened to her in silence, the smile on his lips remained undiminished, "It sounds like a lot of hard work."

Jinse flinched slightly, "Mr. Shen..."

Shen Juan looked at her face gently, and gently wiped off the fine beads of sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief.

"I don't mean to blame you, Jinse, liking should be an emotion that normal people should have, and you are just like that."

He let go of her wrist, "Go back and rest, thank you for your hard work."

Jinse went out with the water glass, she closed the door behind her back, looked down at her wrist, there was a ring of fingerprints on her fair skin, left by Shen Juan.

Thinking of what the man asked her just now, she smiled wryly.

He didn't punish her because he didn't care at all, he didn't care about other people's likes at all, because Shen Jun, he was a cold-blooded 'monster' who didn't know feelings.

After she went out, Shen Juan sat by the bed for a while, playing with the red bracelet with his head down.

like?

What is like?
It was dark, and he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

He has not dreamed for a long time, almost nothing can invade his dreams, but tonight he dreamed of his childhood.

When I was very young, almost 30 years.

In fact, he doesn't really remember the season when he first arrived at the castle among the mountains in the west of Lyon, because he doesn't really want to recall that memory.

All he can remember is being six years old and being locked up in the spacious basement like the other kids who were sent there.

There is no sunshine all year round, and everyone is sallow and thin.

Being in poor health, he was squeezed behind every time, and when it was his turn, there was very little food left.

Fortunately, he didn't eat much.

He never eats much.

Here, they are starved to a certain extent every day before they have food to eat. Day after day, they are domesticated like training animals, but no one dares to resist.

They're still just kids.

At that time, he didn't have a name, and everyone used numbers as code names, and his code name was Thirteen.

"Thirteen, you're going to die." The person guarding them was a tall and burly white man with his waist down, looking condescendingly at him who was curled up in the corner.

He could hardly hear what the other party was saying, he had congenital asthma, he almost died last night, and now he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

But he gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, "I won't die."

The man laughed loudly, bent down and approached him, and asked with a look of disgust, "What? What are you talking about?"

He half-opened his eyes to see the man standing in front of him, who he heard last night discussing with other people how to reduce their food and make money from it.

And these children are pale and emaciated from hunger.

Seeing that he was motionless, the white man stood up straight, kicked his thin body with his black short boots, and asked suspiciously, "Dead?"

As he spoke, he kicked him hard a few more times.

Just when the other party squatted down and took a closer look at him, he suddenly used all his strength to rush over and bite the other party's ear, and tears the size of beans flowed from his bloodshot eyes.

"A——!" The white man screamed, trying to pull him off his body, but he didn't know how much strength he used, as if his whole body was stuck to the opponent's body, until he tasted the smell of blood in his mouth, He didn't let go either.

Finally, the man's screams caught the attention of his companions.

He was able to deal with one only because he seized the opportunity, but he was still a child after all, and he couldn't compete with a grown man at all. He was caught and fell to the ground.

The sound of cracking bones seemed to touch his eardrums, and then his ears buzzed continuously.

There was an alternation of white and black in front of his eyes, and when a pair of feet kicked him mercilessly, he tasted a deeper and thicker taste of blood in his mouth until he lost consciousness.

That was the first time he felt warmth and fairness since he could remember.

Yes, he woke up in a bed, a real bed, with white bedding pillows that smelled so strange to him, like sunlight.

He opened his eyes, and met a pair of dark eyes.

He once saw himself in the mirror in the basement, and he also had a pair of dark eyes, which were different from those of other races.

"Thirteen?" The man with the same eyes and black hair called his code name.

He frowned subconsciously, but the man smiled, very gently, "You are very brave. You are the only one among the thirteen children who dare to resist. It really is a very good gift."

He didn't understand what the other party meant, but he still spoke, his voice was not at all clear and crisp like his age, but hoarse and rough, and he was kicked.

"You are... Mr. Shen?"

The man has a pair of beautiful hands, slowly stroking his black hair, "Smart boy."

At this moment, the door of the room was opened from the outside, and he saw the white man whose ear he had bitten was tied up and stuffed with a cloth ball.

Being pushed in, one staggered and knelt beside the bed.

"Thirteen," the man stroked his hair, "do you know that the rule of survival in this world is never to leave hidden dangers for yourself? You have offended this man, and the best way is to get rid of him."

The man had a gun in one hand, and in the other was the string of red beads he had just seen.

The picture in the dream twisted and twisted.

The man fired, and the blood spattered out, onto the beads on the bracelet, and two drops splashed on his face.

He looked at the string of blood-red beads in the man's hand with a pale face, and heard the man tell him: "From now on, your name is Shen Jun."

Shen Jun.

Shen Jun.

Shen Juan suddenly opened his eyes, coughed violently, turned over and lay down beside the bed, spit out a mouthful of dark red blood...