Abnormal growth history

It was a dark night, the sky was full of dark clouds, and even the stars were pitifully scarce.On the dark branches, there are occasional birds chirping lowly.

Light footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs.

one more time.

That little bit of sound, like a kitten's paw, scratches into the bottom of other people's heart again and again.

From the stairs, a little boy in white clothes came down slowly.

With a delicate and delicate appearance like a doll, dark black half-curly short hair, long eyelashes, and deep-set eyes, the whole person is like a little angel in a mural.

The young boy walked down the stairs expressionlessly, with his head slightly tilted, and a figure was faintly visible through the half-open door.

The female voice sternly said, "No, no! No matter what, I can't sue my son! No."

The male voice was full of anger, suppressing a trace of panic faintly, "It's not a child we can afford, it's too scary! As you can see, he wants to get rid of his younger brother!"

The female voice pleaded in desperation, "No matter what, he is your son, our son!"

The male voice had a hint of determination, "No, he is not my son! I don't have such a son!"

At the end of the female voice, she had completely collapsed, "No! No! Then let's die together, die together!"

In the room, there was a woman's desperate wailing.

The eyelashes of the young man outside the door trembled slightly, and finally there was a slight expression fluctuation on his face.

He gently, gently revealed a smile.

The smile is pure, without a hint of obscurity, clean and beautiful like warm winter ice and snow.

Fallen furniture, scattered books, people's frightened expressions, all in a mess.

In the center of everything is the corpse of a man lying on the ground, his death is horrific, and the blood red is showing a mournful gesture under him.

A young boy in white half-kneeled in front of the corpse.His expression was very calm, no fear, no sadness, no... joy and joy.

He just opened his eyes and looked at the corpse of his blood relative, his expression as calm as water.

The people around felt that he must have been scared out of his wits. Also, how could such a young child bear the untimely death of his biological father?

A young criminal policeman stepped forward, hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "Are you all right, let's leave for now."

He is tall, with handsome features, soft lines, deep pupils, and a straight chin, making him extremely charming.

The little boy's glazed eyes moved, and he nodded slightly.

The handsome detective pulled the young boy away, and after walking a few steps, the young boy stopped suddenly.Turning his head, looking at his father's stiff corpse not far away, he suddenly said, "My father, who killed it?"

The criminal policeman was startled, and suddenly leaned close to the boy's ear, and said three words softly.

The boy nodded, and was dragged out by the criminal police meekly.

No one was there, the little boy showed a smile.

Beautiful and beautiful, as bright as the stars in the sky.