Reborn my man

The dark room was silent, the quilt and pillows on the bed were neatly placed, but the child who was supposed to be sleeping was standing in the corner fully dressed, with a cold light in his hand, he didn't know what he was pinching, Wen Zimu squinted his eyes to take a closer look, Exclaimed in a low voice: What he took turned out to be a sharp knife!

"What are you doing?" Wen Zimu's eyes were only stunned for a moment, and when he returned to calm, he asked in a low voice: "It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

The child didn't answer anything, and remained silent as usual. His cold red phoenix eyes kept staring at Wen Zimu, and he was very charming.Looking at such a pair of beautiful eyes, Wen Zimu didn't feel scared at all even though the child's eyes were fierce.

Even if the child holds a knife in his hand, he has been practicing martial arts with a martial arts master since he was a child. His abilities are not to say very strong now, but they are still enough to deal with a thin six-year-old child.

Wen Zimu didn't think that the child could hurt him again, he squeezed out a handsome smile on his heroic face, but the childishness of his age was revealed on the high corner of his mouth, he swallowed, and cautiously turned towards the corner of the wall Move steps.

While moving, he tried to distract the child by talking in his mouth: "What's your name? People who don't sleep in the middle of the night and don't see you during the day, by the way, why don't you speak? Is it because you are afraid of strangers? Don't be afraid, I won't bully you, I'm your new brother."

Finally, he slowly approached the child, Wen Zimu breathed a long sigh of relief, bent down to look at the child whose face was hidden in the dark night, and said with a smile: "You will be my younger brother from now on, come with me Play, come out of the small building during the day, I will teach you a lot of fun, okay? Be my younger brother, I will be good at martial arts, I can protect you, no one is allowed to bully you, okay?"

I just moved from my hometown to Ezhou, and there is no one of the same age around. Wen Zimu really wants to have a playmate, and he keeps talking warm words, and he doesn't care about the reaction of the child who is half shorter than him. Gu Zi put his hand on the child's head, and stroked it gently, once, once, twice in total.

The child who had been quiet all this time suddenly trembled violently twice, raised his head abruptly, his eyes were directly on the boy's handsome face above his eyelids.

Once or twice, he gently stroked his hair.

The child's hair has been cut a lot shorter. After being carefully raised in Wen's residence for more than half a month, his body has slowly recovered a lot, and even the hair on his head has become much softer, and he is wearing a bun softly. He hangs his head back.

The hand of the boy in front of him touched it, which reminded him of the moment when he sent his father away at the gate of the East Palace two years ago. His father's hand was also placed on his head in the same way, stroking gently.But now, he lost everything, his father, mother and concubine, the East Palace...

The child's eyes became more and more fierce, bloodshot slowly overflowed from his clenched lips, before Wen Zimu had time to understand, he raised the knife in his hand high and stabbed straight at Wen Zimu's heart.

"You!" Wen Zimu was taken aback, turned around quickly to avoid the approach of the knife, grabbed the child's hand with his backhand, forced the knife down with a little force, and pressed the child against the corner of the wall vigorously. "Okay, you, how dare you stab someone with a knife at such a young age?"

He has been learning martial arts for six years, and every time the master teaches him to practice martial arts, it is to strengthen his body and fight against injustice, but he does not teach him to bully others!

Wen Zimu decided to teach the child a good lesson. He was just about to scare him, but unexpectedly the child's reaction was very violent. When he was pressed against the corner of the wall, he struggled desperately, making a hoarse moan. He groaned, and beat him with hands and feet, his thin body trembled violently, as if he was afraid that he would do something bad to him.

He is afraid.

This recognition made Wen Zimu's immature heart tremble slightly. The strength that suppressed the child in his hand was so loose. The child pushed him away, and the whole person ran to the corner of the other side and squatted very quickly, holding his hands together. Hold your knees and bury your head on your knees.

The room was too dark, Wen Zimu couldn't see the child's face clearly, but the child kept staring at him with a pair of eyes, staring fiercely at his every move, just like a little wild cat, it will jump desperately if something goes wrong. Come up and bite with you.

Wen Zimu has seen such a kitten before, and he knows that this kind of little wild cat is the most insecure.In the corner of the wall, the child's eyes were red and bloodshot.

Wen Zimu picked up the dropped knife and put it on the table beside him. In order to make the child no longer afraid, he tried to ask in a soft voice, "Are you afraid of the dark? Because you are afraid of the dark, you don't hide at night. Dare to sleep?"

The child blinked his big blood-red eyes after hearing his words. Although he still didn't answer, Wen Zimu saw that he glanced quickly at the dark window sill, and saw that there was nothing outside and the cold wind was blowing directly, and his eyes seemed to tremble weakly. for a moment.

Wen Zimu understood that he was indeed afraid of the dark.No wonder he was sleeping every time he sneaked in to find him during the day!Anyone who is old at night will stand up all night and dare not sleep, and will be buried under the quilt to sleep in the dark during the day!

Wen Zimu felt sore in his heart and panicked. He felt that the child was very pitiful. He was afraid of the dark for a while when he was a child.

But the child has no parents by his side, so he is afraid of the dark, so he can only stand in a corner by himself, with his eyes wide open tremblingly, and survive night after night of howling cold wind.

"Why didn't you tell us? It's normal for children to be afraid of the dark. If you had told me earlier that I could sleep with you." Wen Zimu smiled and wanted to talk to the child, but the child hated his approach very much. As soon as he took a step, the child tensed up like an angry kitten.

"Uh, why are you like this?" Wen Zimu was at a loss, he had never seen such a difficult and strange little brother!

Sighing, he was afraid of provoking the child, so he turned around and fumbled out of the child's room.

As soon as Wen Zimu's figure stepped out of the door, the child stood up straight, went to the door and slammed the door firmly, and then firmly resisted it with a chair and bench, making sure that no one would be able to leave easily After coming in, I walked to the corner just now with peace of mind, squatted down and sat there blankly.

He couldn't figure out what the boy who was a few years older than himself was going to do, so he came to him several times, thinking that he was also here to bully him, just like the soldiers and yamen servants who escorted him, who especially liked to be with him Have fun with yourself.

During the day, he huddled tightly under the blanket and pretended to be asleep, but he didn't know that he didn't beat him or whip him several times.

He had opened his eyes quietly when the boy was not paying attention. The boy's face was very handsome, but it was strange that his face was clean, without the disgusting and vicious smiles on the faces of soldiers and yamen servants.He just looked at him, then tucked him in and left.

The child couldn't figure it out. He felt that anyone approaching him would beat him and bully him. Why did this boy beat him?The boy's parents are also very kind to him, what are they going to do?Just like now, this boy secretly ran over at night and ran out again, what is he going to do!

The child suddenly reached out to touch his stomach, where it was flat and growling.

He ate a lot tomorrow night, but he was hungry again as he was growing up.In the dungeon for two years, those damned servants made him hungry for a full meal. The child knew he couldn't be hungry for too long, otherwise the lower right side of his stomach would hurt very badly.

After thinking for a while, the child stood up from his cold body, and slowly walked along the corner to a hidden corner, where he found a little mouse.

This is a little mouse that has just grown up, with a light layer of gray hair on its body.He caught it a few days ago and didn't beat it to death, because he remembered that this kind of fast little thing could fill his stomach when he was hungry.

The little mouse was tied under a box in the corner by a thin rope. The child took it out and held it in the palm of his hand. The room was too dark, he couldn't see the little mouse's body, he only knew that it was struggling and chirping. bray.The child thought of himself. Under the sticks, whips and boiling water in the dungeon, he also struggled and screamed like this little mouse.

Click!The child grinned silently, and with a forceful palm, the little mouse turned its head around, and its twitching body stopped moving.That's it, grab its mouth and pull it left and right, slowly peel off that layer of furry skin, and then...

The child's movements are very skilled. In order to prevent him from being hungry for too long in the prison, he often grabbed these things and hid them under the hay. Whenever the yamen guards starved him for a long time, he would hide them and eat them Lose.

He didn't have to do this tonight, but he was used to it. Even though these things were not as delicious as the food in Wen's mansion, he liked the way of self-help in the past.He is still alive, in his own way in the dungeon for more than two years.

The child thinks this is his ability, which is different from ordinary children!

He does not belong to this place, his home is not here, the mother and concubine told him the story of Yue Wang Goujian before, the child felt that he was hiding his courage, as long as he can go back, to the place where he left, the child will not mind any way!

Violently twisting the little mouse's head off, the child laughed sinisterly, the voice that was not long heard by others was cold and clear, like the cold wind blowing directly outside the window sill.His little hands were covered with the blood spilled from the little mouse, and the smell was overwhelming. He didn't like the smell, so he wiped it clean with his backhand on the rag.

In the night, Wen Zimu came to the second floor of Qianxun Building with a lot of candles in his arms, only to find that the door of the room where the child lived was tightly locked. That little thing would have guarded against people. It was really not good. Simple.

Wen Zimu smiled with the corners of his mouth bent, quietly came to the front window sill, and flipped up easily.