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He hadn't seen the second young master for several months after entering the mansion. Occasionally, when he saw a Western doctor, he would grab and ask, but the answer he got was just shaking his head. He thought maybe the master forbade him to speak.

In the mid-autumn festival of August, he finally saw the second young master. The second young master had a yellow complexion and was half as thin as before. He was carried to the pavilion in the lake by two servants and sat there, holding a cigarette stick tightly in his hand.

"Father, mother, elder brother, you are late."

"Zijing, this may be the last Mid-Autumn Festival, please stay with us!"

He Zijing's addiction to cigarettes is getting heavier and heavier, and he may not be able to quit. The Western doctor told him that if he can't quit, let him die, otherwise he will drag down his family and suffer himself.

"You don't say anything good during the holidays."

Mother He covered her face and choked with sobs. In fact, it was her fault that He Zijing couldn't quit smoking. She couldn't see Zijing's pain, so she stole cigarettes from He Zijing several times, so that it became what it is today. Father He had already told her to send He Zijing to hell.

"Mother, I know that I am like this. Don't blame Dad. Dad has tried his best. It is because I am too addicted to smoking that I have hurt you and Dad."

"Second Young Master."

He yelled from a distance, not loudly, because he was afraid that the master would hear him, and the master would not like to see him very much, but when He Zijing heard it, he turned his head and smiled at him. He Zijing's smile was no more pervasive than last time. Goosebumps stood on end, my heart was full of pain, and tears fell down.

"Go and get him away." The teacup in Father He's hand knocked hard on the table, and the water splashed out. Seeing this, He Zijing immediately wiped Father He's hands with his cuff.

"Father..."

"Don't speak for him, he is a bastard, if it weren't for him, how could you become like this."

"Don't blame him, he is a good boy." He is only in his teens, but he knows how to repay his kindness, and he tries every means to save him. It is the same with the Japanese, and he has heard those servants talking about this fool for a long time. .

"Go and get him away, it will affect our mood." Father He said to the servant again, but He Zijing was inconvenient to stop him, and waved his hand to signal the boy to go back.

Half a month later, the boy suddenly saw a group of servants sealing the door and window of the west wing with wooden chains. The second young master must be inside, so the boy ran over to stop him.

"You are not allowed to treat the second young master like this, you are not allowed...don't knock, don't nail the door..."

The boy was sweating from running around to stop these people, but he still couldn't stop them.

"Be obedient and don't stop them."

A voice came from the west wing room, so weak but so strong that he didn't dare to resist. He obediently stood aside and watched those people nail the doors and windows tightly, leaving only a small door for the servants to go in and take care of the second young master.

In fact, everyone in the mansion except the boy knows that the Second Young Master is an addict. He was locked up by his family and never saw anyone. Dongxi stared at them with blood-colored pupils, baring his teeth and claws like monsters and ghosts, with tears and snot all over his face, no one wanted to serve him, so the master and wife made up their minds to lock up the second young master this time to prevent others from suffering. harm.

"Master, please let me serve the second young master! Please, I will take good care of the second young master..."

But this boy likes to stick in it, and every time he recommends himself to take care of the second young master. Today, in front of the master and his wife, he asked him to take care of the second young master alone, but the master and his wife agreed. He was relieved to take care of these servant girls.

The boy was wounded for several days, but he still went to the second young master's house every day as scheduled.

Some old people in the mansion knew that the boy used to be the second young master's personal servant, but they didn't take care of him for long. Who knew he would be so attached to the second young master, so they couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

"Since you want to take care of the second young master, you can't quit. Don't just say you don't want to do this job like those people who haven't taken care of the second young master for a few days, and you can't beat the second young master. He is always the second young master..."

"I will treat the second young master well, master, don't worry, just let me go in and take care of the second young master!"

When the boy entered the smoky room, He Zijing's hands and legs were tied with ropes, probably because he was afraid that he would hit someone, so the servants did it.

The boy knows that the second young master is not like this, but he is sick and is only haunted by the devil. The young master in the past was full of energy, just like a fairy. He is one of the best handsome men in a hundred miles. This was a last resort, the boy let go of the second young master's hands and feet, and told the second young master that he would take care of him in the future.

Gradually, there were horrific voices from that room, heart-piercing, those maids and servants were unwilling to go in, and some even hit the second young master. He could hear that, so he recommended himself to take care of the young master, and he was also afraid , that kind of beastly voice would scare anyone who heard it, but the second young master is still the second young master, he is just like his mother.

"I'm so uncomfortable let me go out, give me big cigarettes, no... no, I want to quit, ah ah ah ah."

He Zijing knocked down the things around him indiscriminately, and hit his head against the wall. He Zijing was in extreme pain. He didn't want to do this. He Zijing didn't like himself like this.

The boy put down the washbasin and hugged the second young master with one hand and placed the other in front of the second young master.

"Second young master is uncomfortable, so you bite my arm. Today's opium has been smoked and I can't smoke any more."

He Zijing was completely unconscious, he didn't know what he was doing, he grabbed the boy's hand and bit it hard until the blood poured into his mouth, and the smell of blood spread throughout the mouth. Arm stood up.

"I look like this, why are you still willing to take care of me? You also know that I will beat you and scold you, why are you still here to take care of me?"

"Because you are the second young master."

The second young master laughed, put his head on his neck and called him stupid.