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Xia Xingche stood on the balcony and answered the phone call from his father, with no expression on his face and even a little indifference in his eyes, as if he was a stranger.

"Cheche, it's your birthday the day after tomorrow, please take a vacation and go home with Chengcheng, Dad will celebrate your birthday for you."

He replied lightly: "How can you still let us go back to celebrate our birthday so peacefully? What kind of birthday is it? Can this birthday be passed? Don't you feel ashamed when you look at me and my brother?"

"Cheche, have you been taking medicine recently? Did you not take medicine?"

Xia Xingche lowered his eyes and twirled his fingertips lightly, with a somewhat perfunctory expression: "I don't need any medicine, I'm fine, and I'm going to stay here to watch Xia Xingcheng, he's going to start painting recently."

Then he heard the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly tense: "Huahua? You also know about your mother. You can't let Chengcheng touch oil painting again. He will remember it. If he thinks about it, he will be stimulated."

Xia Xingche smiled, his eyes full of chills, he could hear the tension in Xia Shangzhe's tone, why, do you think he wasn't stimulated?Didn't this tell him to go back to see a doctor?Why didn't he think of him? Why did he think of Xia Xingcheng?

That's right, it wasn't him who was the worst, he also felt guilty in his heart, he was not qualified to fight with Xia Xingcheng, and he would not fight with Xia Xingcheng, he just wanted Xia Xingcheng to forgive him and let him go out.

Get out of that horrible stuck place.

The cold curve of the lips was tinged with a bit of sarcasm: "You keep stopping him from what he likes, how can he want to go home? Are you satisfied with Xia Xingcheng never coming home again, or severing the father-son relationship with you? Is it satisfied? Or...is it satisfied by committing suicide like a mother?"

Maybe it was his direct words that angered Xia Shangzhe on the other end: "How many times have I said that I am not allowed to say that about your mother again!"

"Why can't you say it?" Xia Xingche's expression turned cold, and the strength of his grip on the phone gradually tightened as his emotions changed: "Why didn't you say that you wouldn't let Huahua, why did you give birth to Xia Xingcheng and me? Don’t let us be with Mom, why did she commit suicide because of a mental disorder? Don’t you know the reason? Xia Xingcheng and I watched Mom commit suicide in front of my own eyes. Xia Xingcheng was almost strangled to death by Mom and lost his memory. After waking up, he fell in love with painting Don't you know why?"

"Xia Xingche, do you know who you're talking to!"

When Xia Xingche heard his father on the other end of the phone who seemed to be irritated by him, he sneered as if satisfied with some kind of pleasure: "Why am I like you? Using the excuse that my brother forgot to cover up his mistake, I regret it, I am very sad."

This appearance was completely different from the one in front of Xia Xingcheng, like another person.

Xia Shangzhe on the other end of the phone heard the change in Xia Xingche's tone, and his expression showed a bit of worry:

"Cheche, it's not your fault."

Hearing these words, Xia Xingche seemed to be stabbed in pain suddenly, his pupils trembled slightly, the emotions in his eyes surged violently, his body trembled as he clenched his hands, apparently unable to restrain himself:

"Yes, it's all your fault!! I won't deny the fact that you are my father, but if it really comes down to the fact that there is only a physical father left, I believe you don't want to see it either. I advise you, let Xia Xingcheng go , I don’t want him to think about the fact that he was almost killed by his mother when he was a child, and I don’t want him to know that his father is not only an authoritarian father but also a father who forced his mother to death.”

Snapped--

When he heard movement behind him, he turned around and saw Xia Xingcheng standing behind him. His pupils shrank when he met Xia Xingcheng's red-eyed astonished face. He didn't expect Xia Xingcheng to come back suddenly, thinking that he might hear him With a strange look on his face, he hung down the phone and was a little at a loss.

"Brother, I—"

"What suicide, who committed suicide?"

When Xia Xingche heard the trembling in Xia Xingcheng's voice, he knew that he must have heard it, so he hung up the phone and walked towards him:

"Listen to me, it's not you who heard—"

"What did I forget..." Xia Xingcheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at Xia Xingche full of doubts, but in the next second, all the confusion in his eyes turned into anger, like a ball of anger that suddenly ignited: "Hidden with me?"

The anger that he tried his best to hold back could be heard in his voice, as long as he couldn't hear what he wanted, he would definitely get angry.

Something flashes through my mind and I don't catch it, so what is it?Why didn't he seem to have heard what Xia Xingche said just now?He was almost killed by his mother once?

What do you mean?

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Xia Xingche talking on the phone on the balcony. Because the door was not closed, the chatting voice inside was very clear. When he walked in, he heard everything Xia Xingche said, and what he said mentioned something he had never seen before. Mom, also mentioned him.

But it seems to be completely different from what I said before.

His mother should have given birth to him and Xia Xingche and died of dystocia. What kind of mental illness did she have? She committed suicide after giving birth to them and didn't stay with them.

Looking at Xia Xingche who couldn't say anything, he seemed to be silently replying to what he said just now, that is to say, what he knew was all lies, but there was actually a bigger tragedy hidden behind it.

"Brother, listen to me." Xia Xingche stepped forward to grab Xia Xingcheng's hand.

Xia Xingcheng subconsciously slapped his hand away. In a panic, he accidentally tripped over the painting tools he had just purchased, and staggered into the door behind him.

"careful!"

He felt his hand being held by Xia Xingche again, and now his mind was in a state of chaos, and he still hadn't reacted, and subconsciously wanted to slap Xia Xingche's hand away.

But this action seemed to have angered Xia Xingche, he suddenly clamped Xia Xingcheng's hands hard to prevent people from breaking free, his eyes turned red.

Xia Xingcheng was stunned, his hand was suddenly held tightly with great force, and he met Xia Xingche's eyes in surprise, only to see Xia Xingche's expression became very angry, his pupils dilated and bloodshot, It seemed that he had done something wrong and was extremely angry. For some reason, fear surged up densely from the back of his spine. The torture like needle pricks made him feel like fleeing. Why did he have a feeling of déjà vu.

He tried to struggle to get away, but Xia Xingche had a lot of strength.

"Brother, I just want to hold you back, why are you afraid of me?" Xia Xingche's voice trembled, as if he was afraid of something, he grabbed Xia Xingcheng's shoulders with both hands to prevent people from fleeing, his eyes were eager to explain What.

Both shoulders were tightly clamped by Xia Xingche, and the pain in his fingers made him gasp in pain. He looked at Xia Xingche inexplicably, trying to break free:

"What are you doing, crazy hiss—"

"No, I just want to help you."

Xia Xingcheng looked at Xia Xingche, who was obviously not quite right in front of him, and panicked. He tried hard to break free, but Xia Xingche pulled his shoulders up in the next second, and then slammed into the wall behind him.

At the moment when the back of his head hit the wall, there was a buzzing in his head, a burst of pain hit him unexpectedly, and the panicked voice in his ear suddenly seemed to come from far away, he tried to do it rationally Judgment, but what surged out of his mind caused his tense rationality to be violently torn apart.It was as if something was pouring into his mind from all directions, without any gap, as if a deeply buried secret had been completely overturned, stimulating him aggressively.

His heartbeat was beating abnormally, and unknown fears surged densely again, completely occupying his brain.

——Chengcheng, my mother is going to die, can you help her continue to draw in the future?

The pungent smell of blood passed through his nose, and he suddenly seemed to see a woman.

The sunlight gently poured into the room, making the spacious studio very bright. It was also possible to clearly see the scattered drawing papers and easels on the floor, as well as the broken picture frames on one side. The inside was very messy.

And in this mess sits a woman wearing a water-blue dress, with exquisite facial features and elegant temperament, I saw a little boy in her arms, tears streaming down her face, her beautiful eyes seemed to have suffered all kinds of grievances. Very distressed.

"Chengcheng, mom can't draw anymore, can you help mom draw in the future?"

"Why can't you draw?" the little boy raised his head and asked in a childish voice.

The woman smiled with tears in her eyes, and took out the knife she had hidden for a long time from the carpet behind her: "Do you know what this is, baby?"

"This is a knife, the teacher taught it!" The little boy looked at her eagerly for praise: "Is that right, Mom?"

"Yes, the baby is awesome." The woman touched the head of the little boy in her arms, and said in a gentle tone, "So the baby should learn to draw well, you know, you are a boy, you can definitely go out, help mom out, okay? Become a very good, very good oil painter and paint the most beautiful paintings, okay?"

"Okay!" The little boy looked up at the woman innocently and romantically, smiling cutely.

But in the next second, he felt warm liquid splashing on his face, and the little boy was stunned in the woman's arms. He watched the water-blue skirt on the woman's body quickly stained red with blood.

"Mom?" The fear in the little boy's eyes was stained with tears, and he wanted to get up because of fear.

But the woman hugged him tightly, and caressed the little boy's cheek with her blood-stained hand, with resentment in her eyes: "Why did I marry Xia Shangzhe, why did I give birth to you two, without you I would not Live like this!! I really hate you, I hate everyone in your Xia family, I really hate it!!"

The little boy cried out in fear, he cried and called his father and brother, but no one came in.

The door of the studio was shaken by the wind, there was a figure outside the door, and the sound of whimpering could be heard vaguely.

The woman held the little boy's cheeks and let the child look directly at her. Her face was pale, and the skirt on her body was stained dark with blood, even a little dark green. She said to the child in her arms decisively:

"Listen Xia Xingcheng, you must draw, no matter what, you must draw, understand!"

"Wooooow..." The little boy in his arms had been frightened for a long time, desperately trying to break free from the woman's embrace.

"Please, you must draw, do you know? You draw so beautifully, how can you not draw? Your father won't let me draw. I'm so angry..." The woman looked at the child who was somewhat similar to Xia Shangzhe in her arms, The mixed emotions of love and hate in the eyes are very complicated: "Help mom draw, okay, I want to draw, I want to draw, but I can't draw cough cough cough..."

The little boy froze. He only felt that some warm liquid was sprayed on his face, and he was too frightened to say anything.

"Did you hear that!?" The woman was very excited when she saw that the little boy didn't respond, and grabbed the little boy's neck with a ferocious face, trying to force him to answer, and because of the excitement, the bleeding from the place where the knife was stabbed in her abdomen became more serious. violent.

The little boy turned blue and almost suffocated, and could only whimper in the end, which was very pitiful.

The woman was still listening to the voice of the little boy, as if she heard the answer from the void, as if she had no regrets, she pushed the little boy away, stood up with difficulty holding his stomach, then walked to the window, stepped on the window Standing on the window sill on the small bench next to him, he kept saying 'I'm leaving'.

The eyes of the little boy lying on the floor were empty. He watched the water-blue figure by the window being gradually dyed red, blue, and red by the blood red. Slowly, he saw that the skirt was dyed green. The window sill The figure on the top is shaky, as if it will be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Mom..." The little boy stretched out his hand with difficulty.

The house has only three floors, and the sound of people falling is very loud.

With a 'snap' sound from the body, the limbs of the little boy on the floor seemed to feel something, and his body also twitched suddenly, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

Who is it?

Is that the boy on the floor?

The chaotic screams of pain and crying sounded like the key to unlock the memory. Xia Xingcheng felt his head buzzing with pain. The red, blue and green in front of his eyes were constantly changing, and the fresh water blue was suddenly dyed by a large piece of red. At the end of the day, a little dark green gradually appeared, and finally it became grotesque again, the colors were mixed chaotically, dizzy, especially dizzy.

Who can save him?

But it was so quiet, no one rescued him.

He just lay there, quiet as if dead.

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