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The major took He Zijing out of the cell and sat in the pavilion, surrounded by gardenias in full bloom, forming a sea of ​​fragrant snow. He Zijing couldn't help coughing because he hadn't been exposed to anything other than the smell of blood for a long time. He didn't dare to open his eyes, even if he closed them, it seemed that he would be pierced. The major grabbed his scattered braids and forced him to raise his head so that the sun's peripheral light could penetrate into his pupils. This was really effective. When he let go of his braids, He Zijing finally opened his eyes, and the gardenias were in bloom. How long has it been since he was imprisoned?

The fragrance of flowers lingers in the wind to achieve a hypnotic effect. He Zijing squints his eyes and stares at a familiar figure who is cleaning the courtyard not far away, wearing a black cardigan, waist-length hair, and a pair of dark pupils , so familiar, he was cleaning on the edge of the lake, the man also looked towards him, He Zijing stared sharply, the major glanced over from his line of sight to look at the calm lake.

The Jiaojiao's figure was reflected in He Zijing's mind and could not be dissipated.

The boy looked at He Zijing from another place from a distance, the whole picture was very empty, half-bright, like a dream, his mouth burst into tears but he lost his voice. He has been in the major's mansion for more than three months and has been He inquired about the second young master but couldn't find any information. Now he finally saw the second young master. The second young master is not as elegant and clean as before. He is still wearing the long gown of the day when he left. It is stained with dried and wet blood and is filthy. It may be a new life. There are some messy short hair like weeds in front of some braids.

"Second Young Master."

The voice was extremely soft and low, like a flying butterfly, flapping its wings in vain but could not startle the slightest ripple in the air, but He Zijing heard it, and raised the bitten corner of his mouth towards him, his smile shone like a star , small but eye-catching.

Is he still the second young master?Now he is just an underground prisoner, a dead person, a person whose life and death are controlled. In the prison, his hands and feet were nailed to a wooden stake, and his mouth was tied with a cotton cloth to prevent him from committing suicide. Knowing what role he has, the major only ordered him to be put in prison and did nothing to him or ask him to do anything, and he didn't know why the major pushed him out this time, he thought he would spend his whole life Being forgotten in the prison, he never thought that the child he picked up would appear here, and he even recognized him like this.

"Your father fights against me everywhere. I guess he knows you are not dead and wants to warn me. He actually listened to the American army this time and used his soldiers to join forces with the American army to fight the Japanese army. He did a good job. I want him to try this too. taste."

The major gritted his teeth and said that during this period of time, he had practiced Chinese so well that he could communicate with people normally. If he was wearing casual clothes and didn't observe carefully, he really wouldn't be able to tell that he was Japanese.

What the major wanted to do to him, what to do to him, to punish his father.

"Come here, take him down to wash."

The boy ran to them with his head down and asked what he needed to do. The major repeated and left.

The boy put the water in, helped He Zijing into the bathtub, and wiped He Zijing's filthy body with a loofah.

"Second Young Master."

The boy's head fell to He Zijing's shoulder, and tears fell on He Zijing's skin.

"Second young master, you said you would go back, why did you become like this, I haven't seen you back at home, so I came to the major's mansion, but there is no news of you..."

He Zijing was not in the mood to listen to what he said and buried his head in the water, no matter how much the boy pulled him, he couldn't get out of the water.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master, what are you doing..."

Seeing that he couldn't stop him, the boy grabbed He Zijing's wrist and ruthlessly pinched the wrist nailed with steel nails. He knew that the steel nails on He Zijing's wrist had been connected with flesh and blood. He Zijing grinned in pain and poured a lot of water into his mouth. Struggling with strength, the boy dragged him out of the water.

"Why am I still alive like this? Why do you stop me?" He Zijing slapped the water surface and became furious. The boy hugged He Zijing tightly from behind, preventing He Zijing from doing stupid things again.

"Second young master, please live, the master is trying to save you."

"Get me out. I'm still a useless person. What are you going to do when you get me out? When will you take me out of this place? Here I really hope that I can get madness or plague. It's better to die or go crazy than to be a sensible person."

He Zijing roared, he is different now, he used to paint and write poems, but now his hand tendon is pinned and a little effort can make him want to die.

"Second Young Master, I will find a way to rescue you."

"How can you save me on your own, and burn the bank like before? No, I won't allow you to take any more risks. Go back obediently and don't stay here. They are not human, and they will hurt you sooner or later. "

"I……"

"Okay, stand in front of me, I see you have grown a lot taller."

The boy stood in front of He Zijing so that He Zijing could look at him, but he didn't expect that he would grow so much in half a year.

"Second young master, I have a good meal. I am waiting to become a man as tall as you. Now I am six feet at least."

"It's taller, and my appearance is getting more and more handsome. It's been a long time since I've changed into this appearance, and you still recognize me."

"The second young master still looks like a fairy, how can I not recognize him! I will remember the second young master all my life."

As he spoke, tears fell straight down like pearls with a broken string, He Zijing beckoned the boy to come to him.

"What are you crying for?"

"Second young master is not around, it seems that there is no smell of mother."

He Zijing patted his head, his hands were stiff, and his smile was a little stiff, "Actually, I lied to you."

"Everything the Second Young Master does must be for my own good. The Second Young Master is a good person."

He Zijing opened his mouth, but he still didn't say anything about pretending to be his mother. If he doesn't say it this time, maybe he won't say it until he dies. Let the child think that his mother hasn't passed away yet, so let him immerse himself in it. In empty love until old age.