Dragon Family

The person in the arms has died.Her body was covered with large and small bruises and scars, and her neck and legs were full of traces from the iron rod. Only her face was quiet and serene.Lying in the arms of the person closest to her, dreaming of a bright and beautiful blue dress, she left without pain at all.

The ones who suffer are the ones who are left behind.

Every bone in McGee was straining, and every bone was weak.He wanted to hug her tightly, warm her, pile up the most beautiful things in the world in front of her to curry favor with her, watch her smile, listen to her call her brother softly, and share a small piece of bread with her.Hard work and fun.

But all of this is like a bubble, broken in the cold night.

He suddenly remembered that this was originally a bubble.

The night Mary left was a summer night, not so cold, and she was still wearing a red dress.He screamed hysterically, cried hysterically, and hysterically picked up the iron bar and stabbed it into the belly of the man who raised them and ruined them.

This was the first time he saw the man's cloudy eyes showing emotions other than anger, sarcasm, and coldness. The panic and panic were exactly the same as when he and Mary were beaten.At that time, he finally knew that the mountain that oppressed them was not a mountain at all, but a piece of hard mud that could be broken when knocked.

But he knew it too late, too late.

……

These are things that have happened for many, many years, so who is this in front of you?

McKee pondered in a trance, dizzy and unable to tell the truth from the fake.

Denver dragged McGee out like a rag, trying to wrest Mary out of his arms, but he cried out heartbreakingly, scratching Danf's arms and the back of his hands hard, out of control.

Small pains stimulated Denver's nerves.It is a little puzzled and helpless.

Kress woke up again, making a mess of a man, a dragon and a corpse, watching with cold eyes.

There is no coffin shop in the town.McGee went to the richest house in the town and stole an exquisite and beautiful wooden box, and Mary packed it in, small, thin, like a cute doll.McKee changed her into a blue-green dress with long sleeves, broad shoulders, and a wide skirt, but it was trimmed with gold thread and pearls, and it looked very beautiful.McKee said it would fit when she was older.Several sets of dresses in other colors were also buried in the box.He wanted to put food, but he was afraid of attracting insects and ants.

After taking care of everything, he picked a piece of highland at the back of the town as Mary's final shelter.The scenery here is beautiful, warm in winter and cool in summer, it is a good place to go.

McGee and Denver dug in silence, and when it reached the tenth, Krys came from the town with three shovels.

McKee was surprised.In my impression, Kress is cruel and moody, and I can't imagine that he can do such a humane thing.

"Don't worry about it after the burial." Kress shoveled up a pile of soil fiercely.

After visiting the new grave, McGee was in better spirits.All of this is what he has experienced before, but now he is doing it all over again.

Kleis walked out along the main road of the town, and Danfu suddenly said, "Tai Ya."

Kleiss said: "It should still be in the warehouse." McKee made a fuss for most of the night, but it didn't affect it at all, and he still slept soundly.They had called him when they left, and he was fast asleep, and if it weren't for the steam from his nostrils, Denver would have cried like Mackie.

They turned back to the warehouse again, and before they could get in, they saw a bright little red dress sitting in front of the warehouse, staring blankly at the direction of the town, and only jumped up and laughed happily when they found them.

The handsome Tai Ya sat beside her, but no one noticed.

Danfu asked suspiciously, "She's not..."

"Brother!" Mary threw herself into his arms, arching his stomach with her head.

McGee stayed for a long time before hugging her again, "Mary?"

Mary reached out her small hand to touch his frowning brow, and said worriedly, "Is brother too tired? Don't go out today, okay?"

"Okay." McGee agreed without hesitation, and led her back to the warehouse.

The two huddled in the corner of the warehouse and talked.Mary smoothed her skirt carefully when she sat down, lest it would be crumpled.McKee told her stories to coax her, and Krys heard his name appear in the stories from time to time, in the image of the big devil.

At noon, Mary was afraid that he would be hungry, so she dug out a hidden piece of black bread and shared it with McGee.

McGee's face was stiff, and he stuffed it into his mouth silently.

After lunch, Maizhu urged Mary to take a nap, and when she fell asleep, he walked out of the warehouse lightly.Cress and Denver looked up at him.McGee said slowly, "It's Mary...the last day."

Danfu limped twice like the old cripple: "Him?"

Even after all these years, McGee still hates it. "He is our adoptive father. He was bought from human traffickers during the famine. Together with several other children with brothers and sisters, he taught us to steal and cheat. The older ones went out to work to support him, and the younger ones were taken as hostages. "

Chris asked, "Where is that person now?"

"...I killed it." McGee bent down, hugged his head, immersed in unbearable memories, "I went out to work as usual that day, but I was unlucky, this town is too small, and the people in the town treated us I was very wary. I only grabbed half a piece of butter bread in the evening, and when I went back, I saw Mary lying in a pool of blood, covered with injuries... The reason was that he wanted to grab the red dress I gave Mary in exchange for wine money, but Mary refused."

Kress said: "This illusion is created with your memories."

McKee whispered, "I'm sorry." He knew, of course he knew.He already knew the first step into the town, so he came directly to the warehouse.For so many years, he had forgotten Mary every moment. It was a wound that continued to ache but never healed.To be able to see her again, even if it was a fictitious illusion, he was satisfied.

Danfu said, "Here he is again."

Sure enough, the old cripple, whose brains were spattered by Danf's iron bar yesterday, was swinging back with a wine bottle in his hand.

Kles said, "Why didn't you kill him yesterday?"

McGee said in shame: "I'm afraid that if I kill him, the illusion will disappear."

Krys took out the reused murder weapon from behind the pyre and handed it to McGee. "You don't want her to die in pain again and again?"

With a shake of his shoulders, McGee reached out to take the iron bar.

Before the old cripple arrived, he was already cursing.

McGee looked at him, his hatred erupted like a volcano, he rushed up with the iron bar, and beat him violently.The old cripple was beaten so helplessly, the wine bottle fell to the ground and broke into pieces, and he fell to the ground again, crushing the pieces, rolling around begging for mercy...

Danfu saw that McGee hadn't made any real progress after playing for a long time, so he grabbed the iron bar and demonstrated: "That's it."

With a stick down, the old cripple's brain will blossom.

McKee stared blankly at the corpse of the old lame man, his chest rose and fell sharply, and it took him a while to feel Mary's trembling body against his back. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Before the man could react, his hand had already pulled Mary in front of him, hugging her gently for comfort.

Chris looked gloomy.

Here's the old cripple's body, here's Mary, and here's the warehouse.The illusion is still there.

Mary was terrified, sobbing softly, McGee coaxed her to sleep for a long time, and saw Kress looking at him thoughtfully when he went out. "Don't look at me like this. I also hope that this illusion will disappear if I move my mind, but I can't."

"No, you can do it." Krys hooked up the iron bar with his toes, picked it lightly, and picked it in front of McGee.

McKee grabbed the bars and looked at him suspiciously.

Kress said blankly, "Kill Mary."

……

"You're crazy." McGee threw away the iron bar like a hot potato.

McGee is the key to unraveling the illusion, and Kleiss rarely explained with a good temper: "In reality, you have personally killed the old cripple to take revenge, so the obsession that caused this illusion is not your hatred for the old cripple, but Sorry for Mary."

McGee's heart shook, and he turned to look at Mary who was obediently sleeping next to Tai Ya, with mixed feelings.Of course he was sorry, very sorry, very sorry.If he had mustered up the courage to resist earlier, Mary would not have died tragically at the hands of that man.No, it's not just regret, it's annoyance and regret!

Kles put the iron bar in his hand again, and said kindly, "This is just an illusion."

"She's Mary," McKee murmured.

"She is not. Mary is dead, and this is just an illusion created by your memory."

"She is." McGee got into a dead end and refused to come out no matter what.

Kles said, "Mary loves you so much, she definitely doesn't want you to die."

McKee raised his head and looked at him with eyes full of resistance, as if every word he said was rebellious and indignant.

Kles said: "We stayed in the illusion for a day and a night, and we ate the food in the illusion. How many days and nights do you think our real bodies can last?"

McGee shuddered.

Kress pulled up Taiya, then called Danf, and walked out of the town without looking back.

"I don't know Mary, but I think she loves you and this world very much. There are still many roads she hasn't traveled, and no one in this world is more suitable than you to help her go on."

The town disappears little by little, like time-bound magic.Kles watched McGee walking step by step along the main road of the gradually disappearing town, with heavy steps and a stiff expression, like a walking dead.

"you did it."

McGee looked at him and threw a punch.In the past, he dared not take a shot against Kles despite his ambition, but now he is not the usual him.Anyone who kills the dearest person he has been guarding with his own hands, even if it is an illusion, will not be able to bear it.The voice of Mary calling "brother" echoed in his ears from time to time, making him confused whether he was hallucinating or Mary was hallucinating.

Cress caught it with one hand, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Danfu watched in amazement as the scenery in front of him changed from a small town to a woods and then to a field of rapeseed flowers. He tried to transform uneasily, but found that he still couldn't.

McGee turned his head, looked at the familiar trail inserted in the middle of the rapeseed field, and suddenly leaned forward and laughed.He kept wiping his tears and rubbing his stomach, laughing exaggeratedly.

Kress glanced at him expressionlessly, and strode forward.

Danf asked, "What is it?"

McGee stopped laughing tiredly, feeling sad and bored, and said in a dazed way: "His home."

At the end of the lane is Grantham Manor.As if predicting their arrival, the white-painted iron door opened wide.

Kress walked through the open space in front of him calmly, walked into the mansion, and walked out calmly after a while.

McGee looked at the blood-stained dagger in his hand, looked at the majestic and majestic house illuminated by the setting sun and afterglow, and said honestly: "It doesn't work."

Kress put the dagger into the boot, turned and entered the room, "There is a guest room here."

Even if there are guest rooms, servants, cakes, milk, fresh fruits and vegetables, and a comfortable life, Kleis and the others have no intention of appreciating them.McGee chased Kress like a ghost and asked him to find a way.After swinging that punch, his fear of Kress seemed to have cracked, and courage spewed out a few shots from the gap from time to time.

Clays put the remains of Lord Grantham and Mrs. Grantham side by side on the big bed in their bedroom, covered with a quilt, and sat on the recliner next to him thinking.

McGee said, "Is he your biological father?"

"Ah."

"Wouldn't you feel palpitations when you killed him?"

"This is an illusion."

"But that is your father's face." McGee felt incredible.

Kress glanced at him impatiently, "Only that face is my father."

"...I have no doubt that if this were the real him, you would swing your sword mercilessly."

Kress' eyes darkened, "He gave me life, but destroyed all my beautiful imaginations about the world."

"At least he guaranteed your food and clothing."

"I'd rather he abandon me. At least for words like father and home, I still have a little room for humble imagination."

"You really don't hurt your back when you stand and talk." McKee sneered angrily. "Look at the life I have lived. Do you really think the setbacks you have suffered are intolerable? Abandoned children are not only hungry and clothed, but also I have no sense of security, and live in fear every day.”

Cress thought of Mary and the old cripple, speechless.But he would never admit it verbally, "Are you going to compare me with who had a worse childhood?"

"I'm offering advice on how to solve a problem," McKee said.

"I can't hear it at all."

"I feel guilty and regretful towards Mary, so the way to get rid of the illusion is... to cut off this concern. Then your knot is that you can't enjoy the warmth of the family, and you have hatred for Lord Grantham and Mrs. Grantham, I think the way to dispel the illusion may be..."

McGee looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Kress frowned.

Twelve in the middle of the night is like a magic reset device.

Cress and McGee watched as the lifeless couple in bed suddenly began to breathe.McGee felt that everything was extremely weird, and what was even weirder was that Krys lit a candle and put it on the bedside of the two.

"Ah!" Mrs. Grantham woke up screaming, and looked at the familiar young man standing by the bed in surprise, "Who are you?! What are you doing here!" She shouted sternly.

Kress lowered his eyes timidly, "I'm Kerry...Mom." The last two words were as soft as mosquitoes, as if a little shy, but McGee knew that was not the case.These two words came out of his mouth far less lightly than he did, perhaps it would be more appropriate to grit his teeth and hate them to the bone.

Mrs Grantham was frightened.She shoved Lord Grantham furiously as she screamed, "My God! I must be having a nightmare, it's a horrible nightmare. That wretch... oh, I didn't mean to insult your blood, but I'm too Shocked, unbearable. I couldn't be in the same room with him at all, and I felt like I was going to suffocate to think that I was breathing the same air as him." She pushed Lord Grantham awake. Jumping out of bed, he picked up his coat and draped it over his body, looking at Kress warily, like a hedgehog with its thorns open.

Master Grantham woke up in a daze. He was also taken aback when he saw Cress, and then said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Kles said: "I beg your forgiveness. I shouldn't have run away from home without authorization."

"What are you talking about?" Master Grantham frowned.

Mrs. Grantham sneered: "You call leaving home for two hours? Oh, the poor workers in the manor run away every day. But, unlike you, they are working hard , and work hard for Grantham Manor to become more prosperous. I think you will never understand it with your head."

It was only then that Kress realized that the day in the illusion was the day he left home.

Mrs. Grantham grabbed the doorknob and found that the door was locked from the inside. She exclaimed in surprise: "My God! You actually locked the door. It's terrible. What are you trying to do? Audrey, I pity you!" How is Audrey?" She quickly opened the door and rushed out.

Only Lord Grantham, Cress and McKee were left in the room.

Master Grantham said: "You chose a very inappropriate time to appear."

Kles said, "I just want to ask for your understanding."

"It's not necessary." Master Grantham turned his head away, as if looking at him felt that his eyes were stained, "Try not to leave the room if you have nothing to do."

McGee suddenly understood the source of Kress' hatred.The old man full of disgust in front of him is Kleiss' biological father, which is an injury from a close relative.His childhood may be full of poverty, hunger, cold and beatings, but he has Mary, they lick each other's wounds, provide each other with warmth, and in the most desperate time, there is a relative standing behind you to support you, encourage you, and cherish you .But Chris didn't.He has no worries about food and clothing, but what he encounters is indifference.Grantham Manor was not a home for him, but a cage.Others are here, but the spirit has nowhere to rest.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Chris asked.

Master Grantham asked in amazement: "Hate you? Why do you think that? I never hated you." Looking at Kleis's slightly lit eyes, he continued cruelly, "That's a waste of me Feelings."

……

This dialogue is not a virtual illusion, but a real existence, but the time and place are different.

He knew from an early age that he was unattractive, because his appearance disgraced the Granthams, known for their beauty.His father was a persistent pursuit of beauty, and he was like an indestructible blemish, reminding him of his failure every moment.

Sarcasm, contempt and neglect are the emotions he is most often exposed to. After a long time, he doesn't like to appear in front of people, and he doesn't like to talk to others.The taciturn child gives people the illusion of gloomy, so he becomes less and less likable, so he becomes more and more taciturn, and the vicious circle continues.

Mrs. Grantham came back soon, and when she saw him still in the room, she almost growled, "Well, Mr. Grantham, go back to your room. You look like a homeless man." Gui's ghost is really frightening."

Fearing that Kless would kill them again on impulse, McGee hurriedly dragged him out of the room.

No sooner had they set foot than the door slammed shut behind them.

McGee said, "Is this how you came here when you were a child?"

Kress said: "I'm sure I didn't have the habit of running to other people's rooms in the middle of the night when I was a child."

Denver was awakened by the slamming of the door, and stood in the corridor watching them.

McGee said, "Got to fix it quickly. Find a way to make them forgive you. Maybe make a nice dress or a delicious cake?"

Kles said: "According to your thinking, we will be starved to death."

"What do you mean?" McGee thought for a long time, and suddenly realized, "You should forgive them!" The master and Mrs. Grantham here are all hallucinations and have no consciousness at all.He thought of Mary, and his mood relaxed slightly.

The next morning, when Master and Mrs. Grantham came downstairs, they saw Claes standing at the stairs and looking at them with tender eyes.

Master Grantham stopped in his tracks and looked at him with cold eyes.

Mrs. Grantham rushed down, pointed at his nose and said, "It's really disturbing! What are you trying to do?!"

Kress suddenly stepped forward, hugged her, and said softly, "Mom, I love you."

……

Lord and Lady Grantham disappeared.

Grantham Manor disappeared.

The rapeseed fields also disappeared.

It is still a dark night that makes people hate and hate.

Fine petals of pure white cotton flutter in the air, and the sun is about to rise.

McGee, who was satisfying his hunger in the kitchen, watched the chicken leg in his hand disappear into nothingness, and rushed over depressedly and asked, "How did you do it?"

Kress took off his clothes, revealing his muscular body, and said indifferently, "I want to take a bath."

"There's no lake here. You haven't told me how you did it? Did you really forgive them?"

Cress sneered, and said calmly, "I love my mother, I have always loved her." It was just that when he hugged Mrs. Grantham, he kept hypnotizing himself that this person was his mother.

McGee still wanted to ask more questions, but was pulled back by Taiya and crashed into Danfu's arms.

Tai Ya looked Kress up and down, and after making sure that he was unharmed, he frowned and asked, "What are you guys doing these days?"

Kles turned to look at him, and saw that it was no longer as dull as in the illusion, so he said, "This is what I want to ask you too."

"what?"