Rosewood Hills

In the chaos, Chang Chang's feet fell into the darkness as if they were bound with iron blocks.

He kept sinking, sinking.

until--

"Who let you in!"

Chang Chang felt a pain in his forehead, and he held his head and opened his eyes with difficulty, but he could only see a vague figure not far away.

The tall figure seemed to be extremely angry, and turned over everything on the dining table with a wave of his hand: "What are you doing for raising you?! Why did you let him run into my room?"

This voice... father?

He tried to sit up, but found that he seemed to be separated from his body, he could only listen but not move.

There was a row of people standing next to them, all dressed in neat uniforms, all with their heads bowed and not saying a word.

After a while, the man seemed to calm down, and turned his gaze to the person lying on the ground, his eyes filled with disgust.

He gave a simple and cruel order: "Shut him in the closet."

Chang Chang's body screamed uncontrollably, his voice full of fear: "Don't!"

The attendant next to him finally couldn't help saying: "Sir, the young master just stood on the balcony for a long time last week, and it was raining..."

The man's knife-like eyes turned towards him, and the attendant immediately stopped talking.

"Don't! Don't! Go away."

"Chang Chang" crawled forward desperately, trying to get rid of the control of the people behind him.

And at this moment, he realized that his hands were clearly a pair of children's hands!What frightened him even more was that there were shocking bruises on the child's immature wrists, which seemed to be the marks left after being bound hard by something.

What happened to this child?

Before he could think about it, his whole body was lifted up.

His hands and feet were firmly grasped, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

How can a child of seven or eight break free from two adults?

On the way upstairs, Chang Chang tried to see the surrounding environment clearly.This house should be very big, from the place similar to the living room to the stairs, it is more than a few steps away.He seemed to have seen the layout that he had just glanced at before.

Probably in order to prevent himself from biting, his head was also firmly held down, making it impossible to observe further.He could only look at the attendant closest to him, and the name tag on his chest vaguely said sun... moon... clearly? !

He trembled in his heart, wondering if he had seen it wrong, but his sight prevented him from looking up to confirm the man's face.

After a while, he was half-lifted and half-dragged into a room.

There was no light on in the room, and it was extremely dark.

The two attendants moved very quickly—or even proficiently. They opened the wardrobe door, stuffed it in, and locked it.

The moment the door was closed, Chang Chang saw the numbers on the door in the dim light refracted from the corridor.

219.

A sense of irregular familiarity struck again.

"Let me out! Let me out!"

His body was still hitting the door panel, crying hoarsely.And the door has already been locked, isolating all of this.

In the boundless darkness again, Chang Chang finally understood what it means to be alone in the world.

He began to doubt where he was. The narrow closet compressed him so that he couldn't breathe for a while, and expanded it to be vast and boundless for a while.He will eventually die in this sealed environment, without a sound.

After sitting quietly for a while, he felt as if something was in his trousers pocket.He fumbled to take it out, because he couldn't see clearly because of the darkness, but he could feel that it was a round object with an iron chain.

Desperately he felt for a raised switch and one side popped out.

Chang Chang immediately realized that it was a pocket watch.I listened closely, but I didn't hear the sound of the needle moving.

But he already knew what it was.

At this moment, he actually wanted to laugh: if it weren't for this watch, he would have thought that the escape from the fire just now was a dream.

Just as he was thinking, something scratched his instep.Fluffy and moving...

Chang Chang's back stiffened suddenly, but he still stretched out his hand and touched it tentatively.

"Meow--"

"Ling!" Chang Chang blurted out, then froze again.

He should not have the qualifications to manipulate this body...

In other words, this is what the body master said.

He also knows a cat named "Ling"?

The kitten jumped lightly onto his lap and coiled into a ball.Chang Chang bent down and hugged it tenderly.

The cat's fur was cool, but it was so comfortable that he wanted to fall asleep.

They maintained this posture, as if countless familiar days and nights had been like this.

Yes, day and night.

"Mom, I miss you so much..."

These were the last words Chang Chang heard before losing consciousness.

##

It often seemed like a long dream, so when I woke up, I was dizzy.

It took him a long time to get up from the bed, the room was very familiar to him, it was the first time he was brought into the room.

He looked at the man sitting cross-legged on a chair not far away.

"You..." As soon as he spoke, Chang Chang was startled by his hoarse voice.

Ling stood up from the chair, thought for a while, jumped off the chair again, and walked to him.

He didn't speak, but went straight to Chang Chang's trouser pocket.

Chang Chang:? ? ?

Chang Chang, who was too nervous to move, was finally relieved after Ling took out his pocket watch.

"Well done, got it."

Ling showed a faint smile, and Chang Chang immediately blushed very disappointingly.

Although he still has too many doubts and worries.

But he does wish the present moment had been extended a little bit longer, just a little bit.

Ke Ling's next sentence immediately shattered all Chang Chang's illusions.

He said firmly and without emotion.

"Now, it's time to go back."

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