Dong Zheng's mother died when he was about to be born.
The sudden amniotic fluid embolism during childbirth took her life within five minutes. Even the most brilliant doctors were powerless in the face of death. They could only take out the child in her belly by caesarean section, and took off the oxygen mask and pulmonary artery. The flotation catheter and the dialyzer declared to Dong Yi outside the delivery room that the rescue was ineffective.
Amniotic fluid embolism, the sudden entry of amniotic fluid into maternal blood circulation during childbirth, leads to acute pulmonary embolism, anaphylactic shock, renal failure or sudden death, the most dangerous childbirth complication.
It was Dong Zheng who killed her.
For a long time, every time Dong Yi saw his newborn child, he couldn't help but think so.
Although he understands that he shouldn't take his anger on a baby who doesn't understand anything, this idea is like an inextricable cobweb, entangling him all the time.
The more you struggle, the tighter you get.
Dong Yi hid all the photos of his deceased wife. It seems that the grief can slowly fade away without seeing that face. So when Dong Zheng was seven years old, Dong Yi married his secretary Su Daijun as Dong Zheng's stepmother and cleaned up the house. At that time, Dong Zhengcai found old photos in the storage room and knew his mother's appearance for the first time.
He is very like his mother.
It was the woman in front of him who appeared in his dream.
Liu Yueqiang was only twenty-three years old when she died, in her best years. She is petite, with a pair of extra bright eyes, and the wide emerald bracelet makes her wrist even thinner.
She was wearing a camouflage combat uniform, holding Emei thorns in both hands, standing in the dripping drizzle, facing Dong Zheng, her eyes were firm, her eyes passed through Dong Zheng, and it seemed that she could not see him.
Dong Zheng's hands that were hanging by his side began to tremble uncontrollably. He clenched his fists tightly, using all his reason to resist the urge to reach out and touch, staring deeply, deeply at this familiar and unfamiliar face. .
Never thought there would only be a day like this.
He opened his mouth, faced her for the first time, and called out the name he had been calling Su Daijun for many years:
"… Mother?"
But Liu Yueqiang couldn't hear it.
"Have you made up your mind?" The girl's voice softly entered her ears.
Dong Zheng turned around abruptly, only to notice that behind him and in front of his mother stood a girl in her teens, with short hair and Republic of China attire, holding a white oil-paper umbrella.
Chang Hui
Dong Zheng immediately remembered what Cui Zuojing had told him, and it was almost certain that this girl had left something in his body and was rumored to follow the desire of the devil.
Liu Yueqiang pursed her lips into a firm arc: "Well, I figured it out."
"Okay." Chang Hui showed a soft and satisfied smile. She turned the handle of the umbrella, and the rainwater scattered along the ribs in all directions. "Then after you die, you will not be able to become a prisoner, and your soul will be used directly by me. Do you agree?"
Dong Zheng was shocked.
-don't want!
Dong Zheng watched Liu Yueqiang nod without hesitation and said, "I agree."
"Say your wish."
"I hope that if one day my child enters here by accident, he will have a life-saving trump card." Liu Yueqiang took out a black card, with complicated golden lines painted on the sides and back of the card.
Dong Zheng was stunned.
This is the black and gold prisoner card that he summoned Cui Zuojing.
"Please help me give this to 'him'."
He stretched out his hand in a daze and touched the familiar card. After his summoning was completed, a pattern representing Cui Zuojing's prisoner's name "Arabidopsis" and the Wheel of Fortune appeared on the blank card, which had now been fused into his left hand because of the blood pact.
Dong Zheng's hand passed through the card, as well as Liu Yueqiang's fingertips. Chang Hui took the prisoner card, glanced down, and said, "This is a rare top-level prisoner card. You are about to reach the last step of the pilgrimage. Don't you keep it for yourself?"
Liu Yueqiang shook her head with a smile, and said softly, "I know my level. Instead of wasting such a good resource, it's better to keep it."
She didn't even know whether her child was male or female, what it looked like, or what it was called.
But still left the most precious hope to him.
"Okay, then the deal is done." Chang Hui stretched out her hand and tapped the tip of her index finger between Liu Yueqiang's eyebrows, "I will give the card to your child in my own way."
The black red light sank into the skin, Liu Yueqiang frowned and endured the discomfort. Dong Zheng held her hand and watched the light spot disappear, but was powerless to stop it.
At the same time, a blood-red fingerprint print appeared on the inside of Chang Hui's paper umbrella, and together with the other dense blood prints, it formed a sinister pattern with a fishy smell.
"Next time we meet, it's time for me to take your soul."
The rain stopped.
All the pictures disappeared in an instant, including the figure that Dong Zheng tried his best to keep. He stretched out his hand, but only caught the tiny streamer.
At this moment, all the memories that were deliberately sealed finally slowly emerged. That was what happened when he first entered the pure white world.
The girl with an umbrella stood outside the haunted mansion and smiled at him who had just received the novice box reward: "There is an old friend who asked me to hand over something to you, why don't you just... exchange the card in your hand?"
And he was completely in a trance, reaching out his hand uncontrollably.
A loud noise exploded in his ears, and Dong Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.
The thunder of the rainy night seemed to sound overhead, Dong Zheng was frightened and relieved, and stared straight at the ceiling through the occasional lightning flashes outside the window.
That's... his mother.
After dying in childbirth, she entered the pure white world and became a powerful pilgrim all the way, even to the final level.
But on the eve of being able to realize her wish and leave here, she made a deal with Chang Hui and left him the crucial trump card.
Dong Zheng couldn't tell what the strong sourness in his heart was. At the age of twenty-six, he finally saw his mother for the first time. Although it was only a few minutes, he couldn't get her A call, or a gentle look.
He knows that she loves him very much, and will not forget to protect him at the juncture of life and death, but... But from now on, the two will never really meet again.
There was something stuck in his chest and he could barely breathe.
After Cui Zuojing woke up and came out of the prisoner's room, he saw Dong Zheng sitting on the bed in a daze, the man facing the window, looking at the rain marks winding down on the glass, his dark eyes suddenly flashed from time to time. Electric light illuminates.
He seems to be a little broken, and he can't see the usual calm and self-restraint to arm himself from head to toe to teeth.
Cui Zuojing: "?"
He frowned, it was the first time he saw Dong Zheng like this, and he could even vaguely feel the unspeakable sadness in Dong Zheng's heart. He touched his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"
Dong Zheng turned his head and glanced at him. For some reason, that look made Cui Zuojing involuntarily think of the beast in the clown's circus that was silently licking its wounds in a cage.
Dong Zheng was just silent, just when Cui Zuojing thought he would not answer, he whispered: "I... dreamed something."
"Huh?" Cui Zuojing sat cross-legged beside him. It was still dark outside. No one turned on the lights. In this peaceful darkness, in addition to the sound of rain, he could vaguely hear each other's breathing.
"The prisoner card that summoned you was given to me by Chang Hui."
"Chang Hui gave it to you?" Cui Zuojing was shocked, "Why did she give you this?"
"My mother used to be a member of the pilgrims." Dong Zheng said it was a little difficult, "At the last moment, she used her soul as a bargaining chip to ask Chang Hui, if I come here one day, let her pay the black gold Give me the prisoner card as a life-saving trump card."
Cui Zuojing was stunned.
He had long thought that Dong Zheng could get the Black Gold Prisoner Card and summon him out. Someone must have done it, but he never expected... it would be like this.
Chang Hui has noticed Dong Zheng from the very beginning, so it is not very strange to leave his own energy on Dong Zheng.
Cui Zuojing didn't know too much about Chang Hui, but he speculated that Chang Hui was not an aboriginal in this world. Dong Zheng is twenty-six years old this year. His mother and Chang Hui made a deal at least twenty years ago. Since then, has Chang Hui come to the Pure White Realm
Cui Zuojing didn't know what to say for a while. He never comforted people. Although Dong Zheng's performance was not obvious, the pent-up sadness in his heart had already affected him.
But his feelings are still with the clown, he has lost all empathy and can't empathize.
Cui Zuojing even wanted to go back to the prisoner space to avoid this situation and let Dong Zheng stay alone and digest his emotions.
In the end he didn't do it.
After a while, Cui Zuojing asked softly, "Can you tell me about your mother?"
He didn't have much hope for Dong Zheng's answer at first. Dong Zheng is a person who pays great attention to privacy. Except for playing black jack and willing to admit defeat, he never said anything about family, even when Cui Zuojing asked for the first time. When he had a relationship with Dong Linhai, he lied directly.
Maybe it was the inner depression that needed someone to share, maybe it was the blood pact that made the two feel part of the connection, or maybe there were other deep reasons that Cui Zuojing didn't understand. Dong Zheng was silent for a while and took a deep breath. For the first time in history, he talked about his past: "My mother died because of my dystocia."
"Her amniotic fluid embolism attacked so suddenly and violently that it was too late to save her. Because of this, my father... How should I put it, it feels like he has been deliberately avoiding me, plus he was in the rising stage of his career, I was almost alone when I was young. , or with a nanny."
"When I was a little older, my father gradually came out of his grief. He would take me to the company after picking me up from school, and let the secretary accompany me to do homework in his office. The secretary was a recent graduate. The girl, in her twenties, has a good temper and is very patient, she will play with me and hold parent-teacher conferences for me."
When Cui Zuojing heard this, he could almost predict what would happen next.
"I liked her so much, so when my dad asked me if I would like her to be my mum, I said yes.
"She married my father less than a year ago, and Linhai was born. Of course, they paid more attention to the newborn child. I was eight years old at that time. Although it was uncomfortable, I also knew a lot of things.
"She is good to me and has been taking good care of me, but of course the child she loves and cares about the most is always her own. And my father, because I look more like my mother, thinks of his deceased wife every time he sees me.
"Because he didn't care about him when he was a child, he felt that he owed me, so when he treated me, he was not as natural as Linhai.
"So I always felt like I was the extra one in the family."
The voice gradually fell, and the bedroom became quiet again, and neither of them spoke for a while.
Sure enough, there is a reason for Dong Zheng's character. Cui Zuojing has always felt that he can't let go. Unlike Dong Linhai, who is heartless and naive, all of them are written on his face. Possessed by God, Dong Zheng has been disguising himself.
There is no doubt that Dong Zheng has the ability to be a leader, but if there is no need for him to come forward and someone else can lead the team, even if that person is not as good as him, Dong Zheng will reduce his sense of existence and keep silent. stay aside.
When he was in Hameln, he chose to let the glasses man lead the action.
Dong Zheng is the captain of the group, but this responsibility is more like being left to him. Dong Linhai trusts and relies on him, and Alan, who joined later, doesn't like to worry about it. As a recruited team member, Lin Hangzhi can't be the core of leadership.
This is a choice after no choice.
It's like acting as someone else thinks he should be.
A calm, strong, well-organized captain who will plan the next step and coordinate all parties.
No one knew that he would also sweat his hands in fear when he met a ghost, and would also think about not worrying about the future, just waiting for the order.
…
Well, except Cui Zuojing.
Cui Zuojing blinked, seeing that Dong Zheng was still silently facing the window, he hesitated, put his face in front of him to take a closer look, and asked tentatively, "Are you crying?"
His sight was instantly occupied by the youth's face, and Dong Zheng was a little surprised, and subconsciously hid back: "No, why do you think so?"
Cui Zuojing saw that he didn't have any signs of redness in the corners of his eyes, and his voice was normal, so he returned to his original place embarrassedly, touched his nose and said, "I thought you would be sad."
Dong Zheng smiled silently and said, "I'm no longer a child. Besides, everyone has difficulties and misfortunes that they can only understand by themselves, why should I keep complaining about myself, I had a good life in the real world before. Yes. It's just seeing her today...it's a little uncomfortable."
Is it really good
Cui Zuojing had some doubts about the authenticity of this sentence, he thought for a while, snapped his fingers, and said, "Since you have told me such a private matter, then to be fair, I will also tell you a little about me. How about it?"