you are a star

He quickly returned to Yanjing City. On the day of his return, he developed a high fever and had nightmares for three consecutive days. Only when he recovered did he start looking for a suitable little boy.

Naturally, children from ordinary families can't do it.

He started to look for it from the orphanage, and it was still far away from the orphanage in Yanjing City.

But when he saw that group of lovely and lively children, one by one saw that he brought gifts, they all circled around him and happily called him Mr. Liang. Thinking of their poor life experience, he couldn't bear it.

Shen Zhao said, to copy another Shen Zhao.

It is conceivable what kind of life the chosen child will live in the future, what kind of tests he will face, and in the end, can he still be a flesh and blood person?
He didn't dare to think deeply, and he didn't dare to soften his heart. When he thought of his son stepping into that field and wandering in the gray area, the Liang family would really be destroyed.

For the future of the Liang family, he had to and could only do so.

Suddenly a little girl took his hand and asked if he could give her an extra toy, because a little boy was sick and he couldn't come out to get the present.

When he came back to his senses, a toy was nothing at all. He gave the toy to the little girl, watched her trotting away, and followed her involuntarily.

Then he saw the little boy lying on the bed in the dormitory with flushed cheeks.

He looks very weak, and he is not in good health, he is not tall, he should be around four or five years old, but he looks good.

Looking at the whole orphanage, he is the most beautiful.

The dean explained next to him: "This child is so pitiful. He was thrown at the gate of the orphanage when he was born. We brought him back to check his body and found out that he has congenital asthma. He can live to be five years old. It's not easy."

He looked down at the feverish and sleepy boy, pursed his lips and said nothing.

On the day the little boy was adopted, he came alone without anyone.

The little boy's fever has subsided, and he looks more delicate and beautiful. Shen Zhao should like this child very much.

"The dean said, you want to take me for treatment?" The little boy was held by his hand, and he looked up at him with clear and dark eyes, like an obsidian without magazines.

As if stabbed by such a gaze, he subconsciously let go of the boy's hand, but to prevent him from crying, he took his thin little hand again.

"Yes, I will take you to the doctor."

The little boy's eyes were clear, and he pursed his lips and seemed to smile, "Thank you, you are a good person, and I will repay you when I grow up."

He looked down at the little boy, who had already lowered his head, kicking the pebbles on the side of the road, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Shen Zhao only said that he wanted a boy, not a healthy boy, and he did not violate the agreement by doing so.

This child's condition is so serious, maybe he won't live long, so he can get rid of it sooner.

He thought so in his heart, but his sense of guilt only increased.

It was also night when we arrived at the old castle in the mountains of Lyon. The little boy fell asleep in his arms. He slept deeply, as if he had long been regarded as someone he could rely on.

But they didn't know that he was the one who wanted to send him into the devil's cave.

Indeed, as he expected, Shen Zhao was very satisfied after seeing the little boy, such a small child was quite easy to control.

"He doesn't have a name yet." He told Shen Zhao that when he was in the orphanage, the little boy was called Sunday because he was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage on Sunday.

Shen Zhao smiled, and gently brushed the broken hair on the little boy's forehead with his fingers, "He doesn't need a name yet."

The little boy coughed in his sleep. Shen Zhao looked at it expressionlessly. Seeing this, he faltered and explained: "He has a little asthma."

"Don't say it at the beginning, are you worried that I don't want him?" Shen Zhao turned his head to look at him, and smiled in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you are sick, as long as you can grow up."

The stone in his heart fell down.

Shen Zhao ordered someone to carry the little boy who was sleeping in his arms, and casually said, "Call it Shisan."

He didn't give up, just couldn't bear it. When he took a last look at the child, the boy just opened his eyes, and a pair of clear and dark eyes were staring at him closely.

A strong sense of guilt made him want to keep the boy, but the boy had already been carried away, and he didn't even cry a little after he couldn't see him.

"Mr. Liang, if you do things for me, I will fulfill my promise. In three days, Liang Muxing will return to Liang's house."

Shen Zhao's words were like a curse, lingering in his ears and mind.

He left the castle overnight, and saw a few hungry, emaciated children being pushed forward not far away, and he heard two white and black people who pushed and pushed them whispering in English and Chinese.

"I don't even look at where this place is, but I want to escape in delusion."

"It seems that they are still not hungry enough. If they starve them for a few more days, they will know how good we are to them."

"Be careful not to starve to death, Mr. Shen will blame you then."

"Do you think Mr. Shen doesn't know anything? He didn't say anything, he just turned a blind eye. What we want to do is not up to us."

"Yes, hurry up! Be careful, I will whip you!"

He almost fled away from this place where people can't spit out bones, and the picture of the little boy looking at him when he opened his eyes kept repeating in his mind.

Those dark eyes.

He seems to be lingering in his ears, saying that he is a good person, and he will repay him when he grows up.

Three days later, when he woke up, the housekeeper hurriedly knocked on his door and told him that Liang Muxing was back.

He hurried to look and saw Liang Muxing lying on his bed, sleeping soundly. No one knew how he got back.

But he knew that it was Shen Zhao who sent someone to send it back, in exchange for the little boy's life.

He thought that the dying child would have died long ago, and he thought that the child would leave that place without suffering.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Mr. Liang was instantly withdrawn from his memories.

Unknowingly, there were no more vehicles coming and going on the street. There should be more and more vehicles at this time, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Shen Juan turned his head and glanced to the east. In the gaps between several buildings, there was sunlight pouring down. He squinted his eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable in his eyes.

The sunshine that he once loved and longed for has become so unavoidable.

He coughed a few times, his voice was a little hoarse, carrying a trace of chill: "Mr. Liang rushed over just as soon as he got off the plane, is he here to pick up Liang Feicheng?"

Mr. Liang seemed to have been stabbed in a certain nerve, he looked into those dark eyes, and his face became tense: "It's not about the city, is it your fault?"

"You want revenge on me?"