Don't be sad behind my back

——What should come is coming——

Wen Shan hurried back and saw Han Teng sitting on the ground in front of the house.

At this time, he was still drunk and unconscious, staring angrily at the woman in front of him who was wrapped in the cold wind and had a vicissitudes of life.

He said word by word: "Damn you, where did you die, what time is it, what time is it fucking!!"

The last sentence was like the roar of a beast, deafening.

Wen Shan shivered suddenly, and seemed a little frightened and apprehensive.

As if she had done something wrong, her tone dropped.

Trembling as if he had done something wrong: "I just went to my mother's house... Isn't Han Yi at home..."

Han Teng didn't listen to her explanation, and angrily ordered her to open the door.

When Han Teng opened the door and hit Wen Shan's half body regardless of the door panel, and saw that in the quiet darkness, only the bathroom was lit and the sound of the shower was faintly heard, Han Teng's unhappiness and irritability were like Finally found a channel to vent, like a flood breaking through a dam, it exploded.

"You son of a bitch! I've been squatting outside for such a long time and you won't open the door for me?! Your mother is fucking crazy! Get out of here!!"

Still no movement in the bathroom, echoes from the empty house.

Han Teng couldn't stand being ignored the most. He seemed eager to save face in front of himself just now, so he rushed up and kicked open the bathroom door.

"Oh!"

With Wen Shan's scream, the door was bent and bounced back heavily, and then Han Teng's second kick came.

"Oh!"

Wen Shan was startled awake, rushed forward and shouted: "Don't kick! Don't kick!"

Han Teng opened the dilapidated door, and was dizzy for a while by the oncoming fog. The fog was too thick and hot, as if drowning in water and suffocating. The rising air pressure penetrated the skin and bones, squeezing the lungs and heart.

Han Teng staggered, his red eyes approached the glass door that separated wet and dry.

"Crack!" A sharp sound exploded from the bathroom.

When Wen Shan got to the bathroom, the scene in front of her covered her mouth and exclaimed.

One leg of Han Teng's trousers had been cut to pieces, and the cloth was covered with bright red blood and burst on both sides. Blood gushed out continuously, and broken glass covered the entire leg.

He seemed to have lost his soul, only a shell was left standing there, staring straight at his bloody legs, the mania just now dissipated like water vapor in the air.

The glass partition allowed Wen Shan to only see a body lying inside, but his head and half of his shoulders were exposed by the door without any cover.

Wen Shan's legs went limp, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably. Just when she was about to faint, the remaining rationality and extreme panic pulled her back to reality.

She knelt down on the tiles, leaning on the washing machine to barely support her body, looking at the bloody glass shards all over the floor, piercing her heart like scarlet fangs.

In the partition, the bright red blood melted into the warm water on the ground, spread rapidly, and eroded inward from the door, bit by bit, devouring the boy on the ground.

The boy's face and shoulders were covered with blood beads and bleeding scratches, including his own blood and Han Teng's blood.

He seemed to have been sucked clean of blood by a vampire, and he was abandoned in the gunpowder smoke that flowed into a river of blood.

At 45:[-], the ambulance took Han Yi to the hospital.

Wen Shan sat on the bench in the corridor sobbing, and the nurse handed her a glass of warm water.

"It's okay, sister, your son passed out due to hypoglycemia, and he will wake up in a while. Your lover's leg got a few stitches..."

Wen Shan took the warm water and thanked her, but couldn't stop crying in a low voice.

Soon, the doctor invited Wen Shan to his office.

The doctor seemed to be used to seeing all kinds of patients with different injuries and illnesses, so he had no worries, and said straight to the point: "Your son has severe hypoglycemia, and he must have been unconscious for more than four hours. Why did he bring it here? If it takes more than six hours, it will be dangerous." Yes, it's already affected, and with a mild concussion, it will take a while. When he wakes up, he rings the bell to call the nurse to check the situation, so as not to really affect his mental state by then."

Wen Shan nodded in a daze, and the doctor continued: "What's wrong with this kid? There are so many scratches on his face, all over his neck and shoulders, and glass shards have entered the wound. He has a serious injury on his right eye..."

The doctor stroked the brow bone above his right eye, "From here to the eyelid, tell him not to open his right eye when he wakes up, and wrap him with gauze. If he takes good care of it, it should be fine."

"There are two wounds on your lover's legs that are too deep, you need stitches to know..." The doctor sighed: "Oh, how did you fix it..."

Wen Shan staggered out of the office, she felt very tired, her head was dizzy, and she didn't even want to move, as if there were countless difficulties to solve every step she took, she was too tired, with too many burdens and heavy burdens, she didn't even want to go face up.

Han Yi was lying alone in the empty ward again, pale, emaciated, haggard and morbidly sick, with needles stuck on the back of his skinny hands.

His right eye was covered by a thick cotton gauze, his left face was slightly better, and his right face was covered with large and small scratches. The exposed neck and collarbone were also hideous, as if they had been mutilated by the sharp claws of a beast. However, he was too thin, and the scars seemed to be carved on the raised bones instead of on the surface of the flesh.

Fortunately, Han Yi was lying on his side on the ground at that time, otherwise his entire face, neck, and shoulders would not be spared.

Early the next morning, Wen Shan and Liu Jiali asked for leave. Liu Jiali was a little surprised. After all, Cheng Xiao and Han Yi asked for leave at the same time. One had a competition and the other fell ill.

One night passed, Wen Shan seemed to be much older, the fine lines under her eyes piled up, the bags under her eyes were pulled lower, her tired eyes were bloodshot, she was looking weakly at the boy on the hospital bed.

After a long time, Han Yi finally moved.

Before Wen Shan had time to be surprised, the sudden bucket of cold water chilled her physically and mentally, and she kept trembling.

She hastily pressed the bell.

Han Yi's mental state was extremely poor, his body trembled violently, his half-opened eyes seemed to be crying, and Wen Shan murmured a call that Wen Shan couldn't understand.

"Han Yi, don't open your eyes!! Don't open your right eye! What's wrong with you? Tell mom if you feel uncomfortable!! Han Yi! Han Yi! Can you see mom?! Can you hear me?!"

When Han Yi woke up, he was reminded of last night's dream by the stabbing pain from his right eye. A three-meter-tall black beast was covered in blood, with sharp mouth and fangs, scarlet eyes shining, and a slender tongue. Rows of sharp teeth wandered around. He was covered in a hard carapace, with well-developed limbs and a huge body. With his bloody mouth wide open, he rushed towards Han Yi fiercely. His sharp nails were waving on his face and his body, which was so painful. reality.

And that face turned out to be Han Teng's face, which seemed to have mutated, but no matter how deformed, Han Yi could still recognize this kind of deep memory.

"Go... go away... go away!"

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

Wen Shan seemed to hear clearly, she held Han Yi's hand that was still attached to the infusion sticker, and wept helplessly.

"Han Yi! I'm Mom! Wake up! Open your eyes, please...Look at Mom...Don't scare Mom..."

Han Yi frantically flicked the grasped hand, resisting and struggling with all his might, the blood had seeped into the cotton gauze on his eyes, and even a few drops silently slid down the corners of Han Yi's eyes to his earlobe, and finally bloomed on the snow-white pillow.

The doctor and nurse arrived, and the nurse sister supported Wen Shan and took her away from the hospital bed. The doctor stepped forward and lifted the eyelid of Han Yi's left eye. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "This child is stimulated, and his mental state is not good. .”

The doctor thought about it again, frowned subconsciously, seemed suspicious, turned around and asked, "Has he ever had this situation before?"

Wen Shan froze, shaking her head.

"No... isn't he affected by hypoglycemia..."

The doctor obviously didn't think so: "It's not like, he's not awake now, I suspect this child..."

He glanced at Wen Shan, an ordinary mother who was physically and mentally haggard and seemed to be on the verge of despair. He paused for a second and continued: "If possible, I suggest taking him to a psychiatric examination. His state is obviously not right."

When Han Yi finally calmed down, he slowly closed his eyes and his body sank.

There was dead silence all around.

The sister nurse bandaged Han Yi's right eye again, wiped off the blood on his face, changed the needle with a clean one, and left with the doctor.

Han Teng led him into the ward.

He also seemed to be much older, but the ferocity and cruelty of his eyebrows and eyes remained the same.

Wen Shan sensed who was coming in, but she didn't look up.

Han Teng, as always, had a superior interrogation posture, like an exploiter looking at the suffering people, contemptuously and arrogantly, "What's the matter?"

Wen Shan didn't answer.

Han Teng asked a second time patiently: "I'm asking you something, what's the matter with him."

As he spoke, he pointed to the hospital bed with his chin.

Wen Shan stood up suddenly and stared at Han Teng, the grievance and dissatisfaction in her heart finally broke out.

She's had enough.

"You lunatic!! Look! Look at what you did!! You know how to kick! You know how to scold! Can you die without drinking! Can you die like a mentally ill lunatic! Ah!!"

Han Teng was startled for a moment, and then roared angrily, not to be outdone!

"What the hell are you screaming for! I kicked! I scolded! What can you do to me when you fuck! You fucking keep screaming, aren't you crazy?! And scold me?! I bother!!"

Han Teng's voice overwhelmed Wen Shan's.

"Damn it, I not only kicked the door and scolded people, but I also beat the fuck! Believe it or not!"

Han Teng raised his crutch, and when Wen Shan dodged with her head in her arms, a weak voice sounded.

"Go away..."

Both of them looked towards the hospital bed, Han Teng stopped the movement of hitting someone, and held his crutches in the air.

Han Yi tilted his head and stared at Han Teng coldly.

Wen Shan didn't care if Han Teng, the devil, was still by her side and whether she would be beaten, so she rushed to the hospital bed.

"Han Yi...you're awake...do you feel uncomfortable...don't open your right eye..."

Han Yi saw that his mother's face was full of tears, and her hand was still trembling, so she glanced at Han Teng again.

"What did you just say? Let who get out?!"

"Can you stop the meeting! Han Yi just woke up!"

"I don't care if you wake up or not, and I don't care if you die. I'll ask you the fuck, you talk to your father like that!"

"Han Teng!!"

"Ask you something!! Talk!!"

Han Yi's mental state was indeed affected, he was a little dizzy, his body was weak and weak, and he seemed unable to perceive the existence of his body.

After the nightmare, he still has lingering fears, but he can clearly distinguish between illusion and reality.

Han Teng, the devil, wants to beat his wife.

Han Yi slowly lifted the quilt, propped himself up and sat up.

His eyes were as hollow as an abyss, and his dark eyes stared at Han Teng.

"you."

"Don't hit her."

Han Yi's voice was hoarse, but very low and cold.

Everything after that happened in an instant.

Han Teng grabbed Wen Shan's hair, threw her against the wall, grabbed Han Yi's shirt, dragged him off the hospital bed, and smashed her to the ground.

At that moment, Han Yi didn't feel the pain, the memory took his body back to the past, his senses were transferred to a certain day, and he was dragged out and thrown on the ground just like that while hiding under the blanket.

It wasn't until Han Teng slammed down Han Yi's arm with a stick that Han Yi came back to his senses.

Then the pain hit like raindrops, in the arms, chest, waist and abdomen, it was rapid and intense, and I was almost out of breath.

Suddenly, one knee went numb after severe pain, and Han Yi struggled a bit.

He curled up on the ground, so weak that he had no ability to resist at all, and he couldn't even utter a word, not to mention his mental state was always erratic.

Suddenly there was a kick in the abdomen, then a second kick, a third kick...more and more, faster and faster...

Han Yi seemed to be torn apart by his memory, suffering alternately in the pain of reality and illusion. This time, he was back in junior high school, and he himself fell to the ground, enduring the severe pain from his abdomen.

Wen Shan hugged Han Teng's legs, knelt on the ground and cried for mercy.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Wen Shan hugged him tightly, and Han Teng finally stopped, his eyes still burning with anger, but the injury on his leg was so painful that he almost couldn't stand on one leg, so he could only rely on crutches.

Wen Shan almost crawled to Han Yi's side and hugged his upper body.

"Han Yi...Han Yi..."

"I can't kill him." Han Teng yelled viciously.

Wen Shan ignored it, still crying and calling Han Yi who was almost unconscious.

For a moment, Han Yi frowned, he was woken up by the stabbing pain in his abdomen.

"Cough...cough..."

He glanced at Wen Shan, gently pushed her away, barely half propped up, and looked up at Han Teng.

"I'm telling you, if you don't keep your fucking mouth clean, I'll beat you to death!"

"Ah……"

The corners of his mouth curled up unnaturally, but there was no smile on his brows and eyes, like a dying evil spirit, making its final struggle in a frenzied way.

He is also becoming more and more like a demon. Unlike Han Teng's violent and vicious, he is cold and gloomy, extremely crazy.

"Kill me... I'm dead... In your next life, go to jail and get shot..."

Han Yi's smile deepened, that pale face covered with blood was eerie and strange.

Like a dead body crawling from the grave to die.

In order for you to never be at peace, things have to be extreme.

Ever since Han Yi decided to break up with Cheng Xiao and embark on his destined destiny again, he had made up his mind that sooner or later there would be such a day when his family would be ruined and his family would be turned upside down. It was only a matter of time.

He once thought that if something happened to him unfortunately, Cheng Xiao would be sad, and he couldn't bear it.

Now Cheng Xiao has left, bringing with him the only remaining part of his cognition as a "human being".

He will set off a tsunami, blow up a strong wind, silence and patience will eventually perish, birth defects will only lead to deformity in the future, he will smash all these, and he will bear it himself.

If it wasn't for Cheng Xiao's appearance, which made him yearn to be a normal and healthy "person", but he still couldn't escape his fate, the seeds of the devil had already been planted.

Han Yi eventually turned into Han Teng, a monster.

Wen Shan and Han Teng were stunned at the same time, Han Yi in front of him was no longer the silent and obedient good student Han Yi, but more like a madman.

Then, Han Yi was knocked down by a severe wound from his chest.

The feeling of dying was like a pair of skeleton hands coming out from under his body, strangling Han Yi's body and dragging him to hell.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in my mind.

Blood was dripping from the corner of Han Yi's mouth, but there was a gentle smile on his face.

Goodbye, Cheng Xiao.I'm sorry for you.