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A few days later, He Zijing woke up and saw that the people around him were still asleep. His eyelids were trembling, and his forehead was covered with thin beads of sweat. The dilated pupils were dimmed, and it took a long time for them to gradually condense, and then there was some light in their eyes.

He had a dream, dreaming that he was walking on the road, a very busy street, he was holding his mother's hand, and the mother was holding it full, and suddenly the mother turned around, most of her head was bald, and her bloody skull was exposed. In broad daylight, no one felt surprised. His eyes moved down, and he was hugged by his mother with only his legs. He was too scared to speak, he opened his mouth but couldn't breathe. Fortunately, there was a voice Woke him up.

"Are you more comfortable?"

He looked at He Zijing without speaking, and lay down again, his eyes were wide open, afraid that he would see that horrible scene when he closed his eyes, but he wanted to close them again because he wanted to see his mother and Man Man.

"Hungry? I'll go to the kitchen to find something to eat!"

Knowing that he couldn't get anything out of his mouth, He Zijing decided to find something to fill his stomach.

As soon as He Zijing left, his mother came over to see that He Zijing was not there, but this idler lay on the bed and beat him with a stick. He screamed from the beating, crawled out of the room, and his legs and feet recovered. It's not bad, although it's a bit strenuous to run, but I can finally walk upright.

"Catch him for me!"

With one order, several servants grabbed him, and the stick fell on him, as if he had been hit to the wood, and he didn't cry out, and the woman stopped after seeing this, and the stick was still in her hand. It seems that the hands are always ready to continue the atrocities.

"I didn't bring you back to be the young master. You can't lie on the young master's bed, do you know that?"

He nodded.

"You have to work, and work with them. Don't think that you can just sit at home and stop working because you are a fool, you know?"

He finds that the woman who nods is less angry so he nods anyway.

The woman threw a broom to him and ordered him to clean the yard, which was the simplest job. She was also afraid that this fool would damage the valuables at home. He took the broom to look at him for a while, and the woman beat him with a stick.

"Mother—" he called out in a moderate tone, with a hint of blame in his tone.

"I can't control a servant? Since he wants to be in our house, he has to work, and how can you let a servant sleep in your room and sleep in your bed? People think that our family has no house rules. !"

"Where can it be passed on now? Are those Japanese ears or American ears? Of course you can control him, and he should really do something. I will tell him, but his injury has not recovered yet, so I will take care of him for a while. Time, no problem."

The woman threw the wooden stick, and some of the servants dispersed, and He Zijing came to him with a hot pastry.

"Mom, he can stay here and take care of me! I happen to have no servants around me."

He Zijing lowered his eyes. He didn't ask for anything from his family, because he was afraid of paying it back, and he was afraid that his mother would let him do some dirty things.

The woman opened her mouth and finally swallowed back what she wanted to say, sighed softly, and waved her hand out of their sight.

"Hungry? Eat something!"

He Zijing put the things on the stone table and handed him the chopsticks. Since everyone had eaten breakfast, there was nothing to eat in the kitchen, and it would be slow to cook again, so He Zijing only brought some pastries over.

He didn't pounce on the plate with his chopsticks and gorge himself for fear that someone would snatch it from him. He Zijing got up to get some water for him, but his palm was caught by his hand. He shook his head, he was afraid, afraid that He Zijing After leaving, the woman came back to beat him.

"I'll get you some water, you'll choke if you eat like this."

He still shook his head, He Zijing had no choice but to sit beside him obediently, so that he could eat well.

He Zijing looked at the hands covered in pastry crumbs and shook his head. When he looked at him again, the plate had been licked clean. He Zijing took out the handkerchief for him to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"From now on, you just follow me. If you follow me and don't run around, no one will bully you, you know?"

He nodded, picked up the broom on the ground and showed it to He Zijing. He Zijing knew what he meant, so he demonstrated it to him.

"This one is for sweeping the floor. Do you know how to sweep up fallen leaves and dirty things? It's like this—"

He Zijing held the broom and slowly cleaned the fallen leaves on the ground. He took the broom and pretended to sweep the ground.He Zijing pointed to a young boy not far away, who was also sweeping the floor and collecting fallen leaves together and then packed them up with a dustpan.

He swept it to He Zijing again, and swept away all the dirt, and raised his head to look at He Zijing.

"clever."

He Zijing rubbed his hair, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart, he had witnessed this with his own eyes when he was about ten years old, and now he has become so stupid that he can't utter a single word, but that's okay, forgetting is better than remembering Less pain, less talking is not necessarily a bad thing.

He is always better than him. He is a sensible person but can do nothing. He is like a walking dead. He knows what his relatives are doing but he can do nothing. I didn't do anything and didn't care, I watched the country struggling in dire straits, and watched my family make mistakes again and again.

He Zijing sighed softly. It was a sunny day, but the city was shrouded in a layer of grayness. It was extremely difficult for the sun to penetrate through the darkness. Listening carefully, one could even feel the bombardment that was louder than thunder, and the air was also mixed with There was a bitter smell of blood, but the people in this mansion were safe and sound, as if they were isolated from the world.

He turned around and wanted to ask for some advice, only to see He Zijing sitting on a stone bench, his plain long dress was stained with dust, his braids were randomly looped around his neck twice, his eyes were staring blankly at the front, as if he was in a daze or Thinking about something, he didn't bother to sweep the clean ground even more.