Forced to coddle with your foe

"It's okay, there will be more days like this in the future. Since I have chosen this path, there is no room for regret. Grandma is not afraid."

Ning Lian put her hand on Ning Xingyi's head, and slapped his head to one side: "If it wasn't for you bastard, I would have gone to your parents more than ten years ago, little burden."

"I was never afraid of them. I didn't want you to be in danger. You are the only thing your parents left me. Your mother told me to raise you well."

"I know, I know it all."

For a moment, Ning Xingyi felt that she was too naive, so what if she pursued the truth, and Ning Lian suffered such danger for no reason. Fortunately, she came back in time today. What if she didn't come back.

"Little Xing'er, you must find justice for your father! He deserves to be remembered by everyone."

Lu Heng Jiang silently helped up the fallen shelves, picked up the unbroken items and put them back, and then cleaned them up with a broom. Lu Weiran didn't plan to do anything today, smashing the store was just the beginning.

She used this to tell Lu Hengjiang that it was still too late to turn around now, if he insisted on escaping from the control, then the next move would be more serious than this, until he either watched Ning Xingyi be destroyed or succumbed.

Lu Weiran knows how to control and defeat a person, aggravate the injury little by little, so that people can understand that it is their own fault that causes other people's pain, if he stops, these pains will never happen again.

Lu Hengjiang's chest was blocked and it was difficult to breathe, and Ning Xingyi's voice was still in his ears, blaming himself to coax Ning Lian. He didn't know anything, and thought it was those unknown people who were taking revenge. In fact, the culprit was by his side.

Lu Hengjiang put down his broom and walked out. The afternoon sun was fleeting, and the whole sky was covered with a layer of gray smog again, which was so oppressive that it almost collapsed.

Lu Hengjiang took out his mobile phone and leaned against the wall, and kept thinking about a milk cat with messy fur. It was very small, and it was very cute lying on his palm.

At that time, not long after Lu Weiran had undergone the surgery to cut off the five senses, it was the time when her spirit was the most broken, and it was also the time when Lu Hengjiang was the most helpless and confused. She was alone at home and couldn't even go to school.

Lu Weiran seldom came back, probably because he was afraid that he would starve to death, so he found a nanny at home.

Aunt Qing was a little late when she had something to do that day. She knocked on the door and was waiting at the door to apologize. Lu Hengjiang opened the door with her feet on her feet. She smiled and asked, "Oh, young master, you are here to open the door. Where is your mother?"

Lu Hengjiang turned to let her in, as if he was a little embarrassed, pressed his lips with his hands behind his back for a while, and asked him in a low voice after a long time: "Can you cook?"

Aunt Qing was dumbfounded by the word you, this young master is really polite, Lu Hengjiang was already very beautiful at that time, as refined and polite as a jade carving, Aunt Qing immediately liked it very much, and nodded repeatedly Say yes.

She put down her suitcase and went to the kitchen to cook for him without even going to the room, only to see a can of beef on the table and a pair of scissors stained with blood.

She was startled.

"Young master, you are injured!"

Lu Hengjiang nodded, and showed her his hand. He was cut by the scissors, and his clothes were stained red because he was carrying it behind his back.

Aunt Qing was so distressed that she immediately pulled him and pressed him on the sofa to stop him from running around, and asked him if he knew where the medicine box was. Lu Hengjiang pointed to the TV cabinet: "There are hemostatic medicine and bandage."

Aunt Qing didn't think there was anything wrong at the time, she just helped him deal with the wound and immediately went to the kitchen to cook. When she opened the refrigerator, she found that the vegetables and fruits inside were almost rotten, and the meat was also rotten.

She took two eggs, found another pack of dried noodles, made a simple egg noodle and brought it out. Lu Hengjiang was very hungry, but the movement of eating was still delicate and extremely gentle.

Aunt Qing watched him finish eating, turned on the TV and let him play for a while to wash the dishes by herself, and later took him out to buy vegetables, just in time for him to show her the way, and also took him out to let the wind go.

Unexpectedly, Lu Hengjiang said politely: "There is a car at home. If you can drive it, the key is in the drawer. After going down the mountain and turning right, there is a vegetable market 1000 meters away. This is my living expenses."

Aunt Qing took the card from him, and before she could react, Lu Hengjiang had already gone upstairs, wondering if all the children of rich families were so polite and xenophobic.

When she came back from shopping, she saw that Lu Hengjiang hadn't come down yet, so she bought some ice cream and put it in the refrigerator, and took a small cup upstairs for him to eat. When she heard a sound in the study, she looked around and found that he was drawing.

She couldn't tell if it was good or bad, but she didn't think it could be drawn by a child of this age. Aunt Qing put the ice cream on the table for him to eat. Lu Hengjiang looked at it for a while, shook his head and said, "No, thank you Qing Aunt."

At that time, Aunt Qing only vaguely felt that something was wrong, and she didn't know what the problem was until Lu Weiran came back. Such a noble and beautiful woman, with a cold beauty all over her body.

She is like an ice beauty, who can't smile and has no emotions.

Only then did Aunt Qing feel that Lu Hengjiang was the same, he couldn't laugh, and he didn't have emotions. How could a five-year-old child have no emotions? He didn't know how to cry when he was in pain, and didn't know how to laugh when he was happy. He was so rational all the time.

Every time her little grandson goes back to the countryside, he always plays and rolls around, chasing chickens and ducks to bully, and seeks shelter from her when he gets into trouble, like a monkey playing with cats and dogs.

Lu Hengjiang is like a delicate doll without emotions, eats without talking, sleeps without talking, does not need to be urged by others for homework, and directly goes upstairs to draw and practice calligraphy without watching TV or playing with mobile phones after eating.

Aunt Qing felt that this was not possible, how could children be so depressed, so she brought a little milk cat back when she went back to her hometown, and she couldn't eat cat food, but could only drink milk.

Lu Hengjiang was very happy that day, stretched out his finger and poked the milk cat cautiously, vainly tapped on his stomach as if he wanted to touch it but dared not, and asked, "Aunt Qing, can I hug it?"

"Okay, it will be the young master's good friend from now on, and you can give it a name."

"Hmm..." Lu Hengjiang thought about it, and named the little milk cat Pudding because he thought it was very soft. When he got home, he hugged and played with it, fed it and talked to it, so that it would grow up quickly.

For the first time, Aunt Qing saw a smile on his face, which was very sweet.

When the little milk cat was sick, he was in a hurry and didn't want to eat. He slumped with the pudding every day. When it got better, it was as happy as anything. He also drew a second picture of it, which was very vivid.

The good times didn't last long, Lu Weiran came back once and saw cat fur on the ground, and asked where it came from.

Aunt Qing explained to her: "I think the young master is too lonely, so I found him a cat. He is much happier than before. He hugs pudding and talks to and plays with it every day. In the future, if you are not at home, someone will accompany him. .”

At that time, Aunt Qing didn't know how big a mistake she had made. Lu Weiran went upstairs and saw Lu Hengjiang who was drawing by the table, and the cat nestled on the table. His face was so cold that it could almost freeze people. stiff.

"Mother."

"What did I tell you, who allowed you to keep a cat?" Lu Weiran got closer and closer, Lu Hengjiang was familiar with her expression, and hugged the cat in his arms in horror: "Don't hurt Pudding!"

Lu Weiran stepped in front of him with high heels, and it fell on his heart like a countdown. Lu Hengjiang tightly protected Pudding until he leaned against the bookcase and could not retreat.

Lu Weiran slightly bent down to take the pudding from his arms, but Lu Hengjiang refused to let it go, and was slapped hard by her, his whole face was numb, and his eyes filled with tears immediately after blinking.

The cat was taken away, not knowing what he was about to face, he even licked the back of Lu Weiran's hand affectionately to show his affection, Lu Weiran pinched the cat's neck tightly in disgust.

"Don't!" Lu Hengjiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was more scared than the first time he was locked in a small black room. He shook his head in fear: "I beg your mother not to! I won't keep it in the future, you can let it go." , don't kill it."

Lu Weiran looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "I have told you many times, don't have desires, because you have desires for this cat, if you are happy for it and suffer for it, it must die."

Lu Hengjiang cried with tears all over his face, frantically shaking his head and hugging her legs, begging: "No, please, mom, I will be good in the future, I won't raise anything, I won't raise anything, I promise, I will definitely not Have desire."

The little milk cat wailed weakly and scratched frantically with its four claws, but because it was strangled by someone's neck and suspended in the air, it couldn't find support and could only grab the air in vain trying to find a way to escape.

"Mom, I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, I don't dare anymore, please don't hurt it, I really don't dare, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm sorry..."

Lu Hengjiang begged desperately but there was no way, he jumped up and wanted to save his little pudding, because of the height difference Lu Weiran only needed to raise his hand and he could only watch helplessly as the little milk cat's breath became more and more Weak, scratching movements also began to slow down.

Lu Weiran's expression was cold, neither angry nor angry, he just cut off a little life so plainly.

Lu Hengjiang couldn't reach it, anxious and distressed, waited for an unknown how long, Lu Weiran loosened the white fingers and threw the cat on the ground, with a slap, it fell softly on the ground and did not move.

Lu Hengjiang knelt on the ground and cried. He wanted to touch the little pudding but dared not touch it. He couldn't believe it was dead. It was clearly licking his hand obediently a few minutes ago. I'll play with you after painting."

Before he finished his painting, he painted the orange cat, Little Pudding, as a golden tiger, and told it that you will be so powerful in the future and grow up so big.

But it will never have the chance to grow up, it will stay at this moment forever.

It didn't even know why it died. Its little master obviously liked it very much, so why did he strangle him suddenly? Little Pudding's eyes were still open, as if he wanted to question the sky.

Lu Hengjiang held back his tears, but still couldn't hold back the tears.

Lu Weiran took out a wet tissue and wiped his fingers one by one, and threw it on the cat: "You have to know, its death is caused by you, your desire, your preference itself is a sin, if you It can't die without desire, so..."

He caused it?

These few words struck Lu Hengjiang's heart like a thunderbolt, shattering his young heart into pieces, his mind was full of replaying Lu Weiran's words.

You caused it, you caused its death, if you had no desire for it it would not die.