Quick wear: The female supporting character is testing the edge of the main god’s bottom line

Late at night, in a dark room, Liang Yanze, who was sweating profusely, had veins popping out on his forehead. He was clutching the bedclothes with his hands, as if he was suffering something very painful. He murmured from time to time, "Mom, no!"

"Aze, come on, come to mom."

The gentle and virtuous woman waved to Liang Yanze in a small way. Not far away, a man with sharp and handsome features put a green military coat on his wrist. He looked at this warm scene with a smile, as if the big one and the small one in front of him were all of him. world.

"Jingshu, look what this is!" The handsome and brave man took the woman's green and jade-like hand, and then like a magic trick, a military medal appeared in the woman's hand.

"Wow! Husband, you are so awesome. This is a captain!" The woman was so surprised that she threw herself into the man's arms. At the same time, she did not forget to pull her son closer. The man hugged the mother and son in his arms and restrained himself from his wife's hair. A light kiss fell on the top.

"Liang Yi, how could you do this!" I saw the thermos bucket fell to the ground, and the soup was flowing freely on the floor. The blood on the face of the gentle and virtuous woman was gone, and she covered her mouth with trembling hands, as if she could not stop herself. Will make myself cry.

"No, Jingshu, please listen to my explanation!" On the big leather sofa, the man was throwing clothes on himself in a panic, staring at the shaky person in the middle of the office, as if he was afraid that he would lose it in the next second.

From then on, the two began to quarrel constantly, and gradually the man went home less and less.

"Aze, you listened to your mother, right? Come on, call your father." At this time, the beautiful temperament of the emotional woman had faded away, and the distorted expression on her face made the little Liang Yanze extremely strangeness.

I saw the woman ignoring Xiao Liang Yanze's wishes and forcefully pulling him off the special chair that she personally selected and bought for Xiao Liang Yanze to study. The small desk was getting closer and closer to Xiao Liang Yanze. Far away until you can no longer see it.

"It's all your fault, you're a useless thing, you can't keep anyone alive!" The feather duster in the woman's hand in the dark and closed room hit the thin boy opposite her hard.

"Mom, I will keep dad next time. Please stop crying, okay." Xiaoliang Yanze kept sobbing with tears on his face, letting the woman vent.

For an unknown amount of time, the woman cried and knelt on the ground next to the boy who was curled up in a ball and covered in blood. She gently wiped the blood stains on the boy's face that were scratched by the end of the feather duster with trembling hands.

"Baby, Aze, I'm sorry!"

"Mom knows that I was wrong. Forgive me. I just want your father to spend more time with us."

"Mom was just angry that he left."

"Mom is just angry at herself, she didn't mean to do this to the baby." The woman sobbed and pressed the boy into her arms regardless of the scars all over his body, as if she wanted to prove something.

However, at this moment, the boy's empty eyes were just numb. No matter how much the woman coaxed him, there was no light in his eyes.

Such days lasted for a year, during which the women were all crazy, and his father would almost never come home unless she made such a fuss.

On this day, the crazy woman returned to her former gentle and virtuous self. She tenderly made breakfast for Xiaoliang Yanze that she had not done for a long time. When Xiaoliang Yanze went to school, she would tenderly kiss his forehead. Cheek told him to listen to the teacher and finally gave the driver a careful warning.

At this time, little Liang Yanze knew that this woman, his mother, was leaving him forever.

But he didn't say anything. When he came home from school in the afternoon, there was indeed a coffin in the yard. Grandpa and grandma were hunched over on the sofa and crying out of breath.

Seeing that the little boy was back, grandma pulled him into her arms with a kind smile, patted him on the back, and said that her mother had something to do, and she was away from home, but tears fell on his pure white school uniform at some point. Be considerate.

After a long time, grandma let him go and let him go upstairs to study.

From then on, that woman was no longer in the family, the woman who gave him warmth and gave him nightmares at the same time. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about her.

Grandpa and grandma would still often bring all kinds of novel things to see him, but grandma would be in a trance for a long time every time she looked at his face.

His father will start coming home on time and will take him to school in person every day.

He knew that this was his father's guilt for that person, but so what, that person was lost by his own hands, wasn't he?

He hated him. It was his fault that the warmth of his home was no longer there. He lost the mother who loved him. Some women only talked about love but at the same time brought him nightmares and pain. It was precisely because of this that he hated him. This way he didn't call the man daddy.

And that person seemed to know the reason, so he didn't force it, and just became more interested in him.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, he was in middle school, and the man's guilt also faded away.

It was spring again, and the woman who had been scratched on the photo countless times by his mother with a knife appeared at home and became his nominal "mother" from then on.

Two years later, his father also retired from the front line due to an old illness. As assigned by his superiors, he became the director of the local police station.

That day, when he came home from school, he felt that the house was unusually quiet. It turned out that the woman had gone out to play mahjong, and the housekeeping aunt obviously didn't come back from shopping for groceries. When he went straight upstairs and passed the person's study, he saw the door that was once considered an important place. The clock was open, and beside the desk, his good father was falling to the ground in a panic.

Looking at his appearance, Liang Yanze knew that this man was ill. He endured it for a long time but still did not go forward to find medicine for him. At this moment, he thought it would be better if he died like this.

But just when he felt that the man was really going to die, he still relented and stepped forward to give him medicine and put him back in his office chair.

"Huh!" Liang Yanze woke up and gasped for air, looking down at his embarrassed appearance at the moment.

He sneered and said, "Liang Yanze, you are so worthless and a coward. How long has it been? I still get scared every time I dream about it."

"Liang Yanze, Liang Yanze, how come you can't learn from that man's ruthlessness!" Thinking about it, the coldness on his body became more and more intense, and he suddenly stood up and strode outside as if he wanted to get rid of it.

Outside the house, the cold wind was blowing everything in the courtyard wantonly. I wonder if it was because the temperature dropped again and again. At this time, the courtyard looked extremely depressed under the moonlight, and the big tree that was full of vitality during the day drooped. With his head swaying in the wind, he looked extremely lonely standing in the yard.

At this time, under the illumination of the moonlight, his already pale face looked whiter and whiter, and his eyes became even darker, seeming to merge with the dark night behind him.

After a long time, the wind seemed tired and bored. It stopped blowing, and the sky turned white.