Into a parallel world

Bai Jifeng added more strength, his voice was a little lonely: "Uncle just wants to help Xiaoci share some troubles. Uncle likes to be friends with Xiaoci very much, and hopes to discuss studies or play games with Xiaoci every day. Accompanying you and your sister, so...isn't it alright?" Hua Du's last pair of eyes were also filled with sadness, which made Song Ci, who was still young, feel even more embarrassed.

"Hey you----" When I looked up, I saw the other party's pair of lonely eyes instantly, my little heart twitched unpredictably, swallowed the foul words that had just reached my mouth, and replaced them with Compromise: "...Okay, but if you dare to bully us, I will definitely tell the police!"

The corners of his mouth hooked inaudibly, Bai Jifeng blinked and replied softly: "Okay."

Song Ci looked at the boy in front of him, the little uncle who was eight years older than him, the little uncle who existed on the phone, was in front of his eyes at this moment, and the appearance was different from what he imagined, because the real little uncle seemed to be more beautiful .

This is the first time he and Bai Jifeng met, suddenly but not too disobedient, as if it was logical, starting from a wrong phone call, the subsequent conversations were tacit and even slowly approached, and finally subconsciously By the time he found out, he had already fallen into a trap, a trap designed long ago by this scheming man.

Can you still run out?Song Ci covered his face and kept backing away. What did he discover just now?The avalanche ten years ago had another hidden story. His father... the biggest cause of death was suppressed. This truth was buried in the snow and frozen into ice in the long cold winter until he, the client, accidentally smashed the ice into pieces...

Why... Song Ci covered his face, turned and leaned his back against the wall unbearably, next to the door of the study room of the person he trusted the most, but he didn't dare to go any further as usual. Like a dead body, floating in the cloudy sky like a restless soul, and he was with the devil every day, cuddling each other like this for seven years! ! !

A transparent liquid overflowed from the fingertips and seeped into the corner of the mouth, and there was a salty taste on the tip of the tongue.It was his own tears, why did he cry so weakly?Song Ci wanted to ask himself what was in his heart, but his mind was blank now. He tried hard to calm down, but now he was very calm and calm, but he still couldn't think about anything, couldn't do anything, and could only fall cowardly. Sitting on the ground, with his back against the wall, he looked slumped like a downcast.

This year, he was 15 years old and in the third year of junior high school.

Can you fight against someone who is stronger than yourself?This person is still the biggest murderer who killed his father, and he is also the person who has mastered all the vital points of his family over the years.From infancy to youth, this man has his whole life in his hands!

Was it premeditated from the start?When did it start?Why do you do that?He thought that there was nothing valuable in his family, the only thing that was precious was his father's teaching and research team. Could it be that Bai Jifeng was coveting some of his father's scientific research achievements?

Everything seemed to have found a breakthrough, and all the things called emotions rushed out of the breakthrough, igniting the explosives of hatred all at once, and that's how he began to slowly distance himself from this uncle who had already become a man. In name, that intimacy was shattered, and they could no longer be united. Their shoulders have never been close since then.

The sudden truth made Song Ci start to study on his own, and refusing Bai Jifeng's tutoring did not mean that he gave up on himself, on the contrary, he had to work hard to get this place in the exam and get rid of this man's control from now on.But obviously, he underestimated this man too much. Looking back now, he didn't even know Bai Jifeng's real identity and the forces behind him. Paying attention to his extreme extremes has already made the deep-minded Bai Jifeng suspicious.

In the summer vacation after graduating from the third year of junior high school, Song Ci rejected Bai Jifeng's invitation to take him abroad for fun, expressing that he would go out to work and practice, and take care of his mother in the hospital bed by the way.That year, after Bai Jifeng came home and had a face-to-face conversation, his mother was admitted to the hospital not long after, and was diagnosed with neurasthenia and excessive depression. The whole trip lasted seven years.But he didn't have to worry about these, because Bai Jifeng got so much money from nowhere, and brought him and his sister to live in a big villa, which had a special ward for his mother to recuperate.

He still remembers that when his mother was lying awake in the hospital bed, his mind went blank like this, and the sense of powerlessness at a loss almost made him collapse. At the age of eight, he couldn't bear so much, but when his mother fell down, he was this The shoulder pole of the family had to be the leader, but that overly gentle person took his hand and arranged everything for him.He thought, this is also an important factor for him to quickly approach and rely on the white monsoon.

I thought that this inexplicably extra uncle would stand in front of him and shield him from the wind and rain until his wings became fuller, but it seemed that he couldn't do it anymore. He had to quickly strengthen his wings so that he could stand Break it down and make it a safe haven for him and his mother and sister.

The sound of running water gradually became clearer, and the voices in his ears came from far to near. Song Ci panicked, and saw the water in the pool in front of him overflowing, and the bubbles on the stacked plates also ran to the sink, and he was standing next to him. Looking at the uncle of the chef in the hotel.

"What are you doing? Why are you so preoccupied?" Chef Liu turned off the faucet and wiped off the overflowing foam with a rag in his hand.Song Ci smiled embarrassingly, a shy blush appeared on the boy's wheat-colored cheeks, and he hurriedly washed the dishes.

Chef Liu smiled and patted Song Ci's seemingly small shoulders with his broad palm. His dark eyes looked at the child washing dishes with the love of his elders. The lines in the corners of his eyes showed the vicissitudes of life of this man. His tone was full of pity, "You boy, it's time to grow up. Take a rest when you're tired. School will start in one month. Prepare well. After three years, you can get into a good university and you'll be in your early years."

Song Ci stared at the porcelain bowl, and he could still see the outline of his face in the oily water with bubbles floating in it. The rippling water twisted his facial expression.Chef Liu sighed, rubbed Song Ci's hair, turned and left.

The kitchen was quiet, and the sound of water dripping from the faucet was particularly loud at the moment, which seemed very mysterious in the empty kitchen.Song Ci stared at the pool, the suppressed emotion in his eyes was about to explode.After a long time, he slapped the water with a palm, causing a splash of water. A few bubbles splashed onto his apron, leaving dark water stains.

"Oh shit!"