There is a demon at sunrise

Zhao Yao is too involved in this matter, he may rarely meet friends who can tell the truth, he is naive to think that Xie Yue is just a drunk, and he will forget it the next day, even if he still remembers, he will only treat him as a drunk The crazy talk after that.

Zhao Yao was very smart since he was a child, and knew that it was safest to choose such a person to confide in.

Zhao Yao was the first child, and delivered the baby smoothly. He was healthy and crying loudly.The second child was stillborn, his left leg was bitten off, and the scene was bloody. The old doctor who delivered the baby had never seen such a horrible scene in his life.

Zhao Yao continued: "My mother said I was a devil." She always believed that her real son became Zhao Yao's food.

According to Zhao Yao in Christianity, it is a demon, but in Taoism it is an evil ghost.No matter which one you listen to, you should kill him.Zhao Yao's mother, Wu Wanyu, pressed Zhao Yao into the bathtub. She pinched Zhao Yao's neck and said with all her strength: Why are you still alive? "

The faucet was not turned off, and the water spilled out of the bathtub. Zhao Yao sank to the bottom of the water. On his neck was Wu Wanyu's hand. His nails were scarlet. It had been half an hour, and half an hour had passed. It was beating in his chest, his eyes didn't blink, and he just stared at Wu Wanyu like this.

Then, he smiled.He showed Wu Wanyu an innocent, childlike smile.

The door of the bar was not closed tightly, and music flowed from the crack of the door. It was a very old Christmas song, "Winter Wonderland Winter Wonderland".

In the cheerful music, Zhao Yao's story appears scary and weird.Xie Yue woke up most of the time, and continued to listen to the crazy story told by the little boy.

"Oh, and she said she wanted to throw me to death."

Wu Wanyu took Zhao Yao to the edge of the cliff, asked him to look down, and then pushed hard with both hands. Zhao Yao didn't scream when he fell, but the next moment there was a muffled sound, the sound of flesh and blood hitting the ground.Wu Wanyu took a deep breath, her legs trembling, and waited for 10 minutes, and the time passed by, she stared at the edge of the cliff, cried and said sorry, and then turned to leave, when she turned her back , and heard Zhao Yao's voice: "Mom—"

Wu Wanyu turned around in horror, saw Zhao Yao sitting on the edge of the cliff, and called her innocently: "Hey! Mom!"

No matter how many times Wu Wanyu repeats, Zhao Yao will "come back" by himself. He is very innocent, only three years old, smiling at Wu Wanyu with his fingers in his mouth.He didn't know that Wu Wanyu was going to send him to die, so he thought he was playing some kind of intimate mother-child game.

These words were said to him by Wu Wanyu herself. Zhao Yao held his chin and frowned tightly, looking like a little adult. He seemed to have been confused by this matter for a long time.

Xie Yue was a little fascinated, as if she was listening to a wonderful story, and couldn't help asking: "What happened next?"

Zhao Yao stared at the floor in front of him. There was more and more snow on it, and the black ground was gradually invisible. He said, "Then my mother went crazy and beat me all the time."

Xie Yue thought that there seemed to be something missing in this story, and asked, "Where's your father?"

Zhao Yao was a little numb from sitting, he stretched his legs, it was the first time someone listened to him so seriously, he strengthened his desire to talk, and said, "Don't worry, you'll be on stage soon."

"My father is too busy, I often can't see him." Zhao Yao said.

Zhao Yao's tone was too brisk, as if he had to tell it as a story to feel better, "Because I seldom see Dad, so we must make good use of every opportunity."

One week before Christmas, Zhao Yao stood in front of the sink.This is a low table specially designed for children. He propped his hands on both sides of the sink and looked at the mirror without blinking.

"Hey, you can leave here when you grow up." Zhao Yao was talking to himself.

"But I don't want to wait until I grow up." Zhao Yao smiled once, he was also cute when he was a child, like a little glutinous rice dumpling, he was making a huge decision.

He made up his mind, and the next move became easy. He took five steps back. The bathroom was big enough to give him a run-up. He bumped hard against the sharp corner of the sink, and knocked over when he fell. The things on the sink were scattered all over the floor with a crackling sound, and the body slammed against the wall with a muffled sound.

Zhao Yao bared his teeth in pain, but he didn't cry out for pain, he didn't make a sound, he just gasped.

He lifted his trouser legs and observed the scar on his calf.The bruises on the knees and elbows don't make sense, because the injuries in these places can be explained by Zhao Yao's own fall, and he needs some wounds that look like he was beaten.He rolled up his sweater to reveal his belly, and there was a big bruise, which was not bad.

"Very good, little friend Zhao Yao, you've done a great job." Zhao Yao encouraged himself, with a brisk tone as if he wanted to award himself a little red flower.

"Don't break your stomach." Zhao Yao bumped hard, and his whole body convulsed with pain. He read a science book before, and a man who was rushing to work was hit by a car on the road. He thought his stomach was just bruises, and he was reluctant to go to the hospital for treatment, but the trauma at that time caused organ ruptures, and he felt more and more pain in his stomach when he slept at night, and finally died in the poor rented house.Zhao Yao didn't want to be that kind of person, he hoped that he wouldn't be so unlucky.

Zhao Yao went to look in the mirror again, and he pushed back the hair on his forehead, revealing a small wound, "There is a wound, the color is dark, I can save it until my father comes back tomorrow." Wu Wanyu would stop the domestic violence every two weeks before Zhao Fuzhou came back , and even applied medicine to Zhao Yao and rubbed the bruises on his body.At first, Zhao Yao thought she was trying to show off in front of her father, but later she realized that she was just smart and didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

"Now you have to do better things." Zhao Yao's eyes were firm. He possessed the best quality of an adult - lying.

He took out a utility knife, which he had stolen himself, and the housekeeper wouldn't let him take it with him.

The sword with a cold light was aimed at the outside of the arm, and the wrist should not be injured, because it didn't look like someone else did it. Zhao Yao seemed to be playing a game where the commander ordered the soldiers, and said: "Attention, look clearly, don't hurt To the artery, you just want a wound, you're not going to die."

The blood dripped into the white wash basin, which was a bit shocking. Zhao Yao covered his arms. He couldn't touch the towel. If blood stains were left on the towel, there was no way to destroy the evidence. He didn't cut very deep, only the epidermis was injured. All it takes is a wound, and he holds it under the tap, watching the water change color from bright red to pink to white.

Zhao Yao poured alcohol on it. He knew it would hurt, but he didn't expect it to hurt so much. He almost cried out, but he bit his teeth and accidentally bit his tongue.

"It's okay," Zhao Yao took a deep breath, his lips were trembling, and said to himself, "It's okay, go bandage it now, don't wake up mom."

His freedom is his own, he is not a good boy.

"The story is over." Zhao Yao pretended not to care about anything. The wound on his abdomen was still there, and he could still feel the pain when he touched it lightly. He said, "Isn't it wonderful? In the end, the hero saved the child , the ending where the clever protagonist defeats the demon."

"How is it?" Zhao Yao was very proud, "If it weren't for this, it would be impossible for me to talk to you here."

Normal people would think Zhao Yao is a bit weird, he really looks like a little devil who hasn't grown up yet, his tone of voice is too joking, it doesn't match the characteristics of the victim at all, the victim should shed a tear or two at the right time , should be vulnerable and helpless.And Zhao Yao acted more like a kid who lacked love in order to gain attention, and did not hesitate to lie in order to attract attention.

Xie Yue is not a normal person, he is not even a normal monster, he said softly: "Well, it's very powerful."

Zhao Yao suddenly raised his head when he heard this sentence. He had already calculated Xie Yue's answer, which was probably: "What the hell? This story is too bad, and I know it's a lie at a young age." In that case, Zhao Yao can laugh But it was such a gentle sentence that must have hit the softest part of his heart, making his eyes sour and silent tears streaming down his face.

Xie Yue's scalp went numb when he saw him crying, he hated all cubs, they were like bombs when they cried.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and fluffy snow began to appear on Zhao Yao's head. He was so silent when he cried, gritting his teeth and trying to lower his volume, "I hate this world."

Xie Yue's heart inexplicably softened, Dong Xue enveloped them together, Xie Yue followed Zhao Yao's example and reached out to touch his head, saying, "Well, me too."

Zhao Yao rested his head on his arms, tears bursting into tears. Children who grew up in his environment were so depressed that they could even cry. He felt his head sinking, and he touched him with both hands, just like the babysitter's touch. So different, the natural coldness passed over.Zhao Yao felt very safe, as if under this subordinate, no matter what he did, he would always be well protected.

Footsteps suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, Xie Yue squinted her eyes, someone was chasing her.Zhao Yao also reacted, he stood up suddenly, wiped away his tears, "I should go."

The housekeeper and bodyguards of Zhao Yao's family were chasing after him, Xie Yue calmed down and suppressed his hostility.

Zhao Yao cried so much that his little face was wrinkled, and before he left, he stuffed the red apple into Xie Yue's hand, "I'll give it to you."

Xie Yue stuffed an apple in his hand out of nowhere. He wanted to say that monsters can't eat human food, but for some reason he didn't say that. It seems that due to human etiquette, he should give a gift in return. Xie Yue asked: " What gift do you want?"

Zhao Yao never lacked anything materially since he was a child. Xie Yue looked like a drunk. He didn't pay attention to this sentence, and asked casually, "What do you have?"

Xie Yue lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then said, "Today is Christmas, let me give you a wish."

If there were other monsters present, their jaws would definitely drop from this sentence. This is Qingluan's wish. Qingluan's wish can only be exchanged for his soul, he never gives it away.But this time Xie Yue seemed to have a twitch, probably because the wine he drank just now was fake, and he just casually gave a child a wish.If the kid wanted to assassinate someone, that person would be dead when he finished speaking.

"What can you do?"

"omnipotent."

Zhao Yao seemed to be listening to a joke, thinking that Xie Yue was talking nonsense after being drunk, so he responded casually: "I will find you when I think about it."

Xie Yue nodded, this was the first wish he sent out, and he couldn't neglect it.

Zhao Yao quickly ran to the entrance of the alley, the old housekeeper scolded him when he was in a hurry, and quickly carried him into a BMW.The white snow is getting thicker and thicker, and the snowflakes are melodious.Zhao Yao got into the car, opened the window suddenly, and poked out a fluffy little head, the wind and snow blew his hair, he looked like a puppy poking out of the car, he said to Xie Yue said: "I will remember you!"

Xie Yue smiled at him, Zhao Yao didn't have time to wait for Xie Yue's answer, the driver had already driven the car out.

The door of the bar was opened, and the carnival men and women inside sang loudly. No one celebrated the birth of Jesus, and the joy of people's reckless behavior seemed to be contagious. Xie Yue suddenly felt less depressed in his heart.

So far, an eight-year-old human child and a ten thousand-year-old monster had an unexpected intersection.

The author has something to say: Thank you: Will you remember what you said?

There are a lot of manuscripts recently, and I decided to update every Saturday and take a rest every Sunday. There will be another chapter tomorrow.

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