Rebirth 80 Medical God Big Brother Divorce

Hua Qingchen's eyes turned red. How could he remember it wrong? Thirteen years had passed since the incident when he was six years old. He had cried so many times in his dreams at midnight.

Can't forget.

“Is it a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?”

Tong Xiaowen rarely put away the cynical smile on his face. His face turned serious.

“It’s a man-made disaster.”

"Did your family offend anyone?"

"do not know."

Hua Qingchen was too young at that time. A six-year-old child, he had always lived with his grandparents in the countryside and did not understand the complexity of the world at all.

Until that night, his life changed completely.

"What about you? Those bad guys killed your whole family, why would they let you go?"

"no."

Hua Qingchen didn't know why, but for all these years, he had never told anyone about his life story.

This time, he couldn't help but tell Tong Xiaowen. He spoke slowly. The memory was so bloody, and the past was so painful...

That night, it was a moonlit night, just like the moonlight outside now.

It was also a summer night.

His grandparents were in a small courtyard in a remote country village. The three of them had a simple dinner. His grandfather swept the yard, and together with his grandmother, he carried a bed and placed it under a tree in the yard. The three of them sat on the bed, and his grandfather told him stories about strange and supernatural things in the countryside.

What Xiao Qingchen liked to listen to most was the story told by his grandfather, the one about how he was carrying a load on his shoulder to go to the market in the middle of the night and met a headless ghost by the river.

Grandpa said it once, and he kept asking grandpa to say it again.

Grandma smiled and went into the house to get something.

"Go get me some tobacco, and I'll tell you more."

Xiao Qingchen happily ran into the house to get tobacco for his grandfather.

The two bad guys suddenly climbed over the wall into the yard and surrounded my grandfather.

Xiao Qingchen was about to shout, but his grandmother covered his mouth tightly.

The two men hid in the house, listening to the people outside beating Grandpa and interrogating him about something.

Finally, he heard someone coming into the house.

"Don't come out, don't make any noise, cover your ears, don't listen to anything, wait until everyone leaves, then come out. My little Chenchen, you must be obedient."

His grandmother pushed him to the back room and hid him in a stone trough. The six-year-old boy lay flat in the trough, face down, with his hands covering his ears. His grandmother covered him with a trough of straw.

He had always been an obedient child. He lay in the stone trough with his ears covered, not moving or saying a word.

Until it was a very long time, so long that he actually fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was late at night. He loosened his hands and listened to the silence around him, with only the sound of the old donkey circling in the back room.

He got up and walked to the front yard. In the moonlight, he saw the yard in a mess and blood everywhere. His grandfather died in the bed and his grandmother died in the main room.

Their old house is at the easternmost end of the village, in a vegetable garden, two miles away from the village.

He was so frightened that he ran away.

He was so scared that he didn't run back to the village. Instead, he ran very far, very far, so far that he lost his way and could never go back. Then he met the circus, and his life became completely dark.

"Your grandparents died so tragically, the people in your village should have reported it to the police. Have you ever gone back to your hometown to investigate locally?"

"I went back once, and they said that it had been too long, and those old cases had no surveillance and few clues, so they were broken."

"Those two people killed someone just to rob a few dollars?"

Not sure?

For some reason, when talking about such a tragic past, this time, he was not as sad as before.

Maybe now, he is not alone, crying in the dark.

The little girl beside him, with her reckless look and warm breath, gave him a magical sense of security.

For the first time, Hua Qingchen did not feel lonely.