There are no ifs in the world.
There is no eternal fairy tale.
…
She sat on a swing in the middle of the garden, humming a well-known nursery rhyme.
The breeze blows, and the flowers in the flower garden play the sound of lingling.
She stopped humming, and she saw her little prince walking towards her step by step, facing the flowers.
Look, this is her little prince.
How good he is, he must have brought new medals from school.
Where is the medal? Do you want her to guess
It must be in the pocket, that bulging pocket.
Quick, show mom what it is.
She smiled and held out her hand.
The little prince was a little afraid to go forward, he looked at the butler standing aside, as if he was begging for some help.
She couldn't understand why, so she repeated it again in the most gentle tone.
Quick, show mom what it is.
No one responded to the little prince's plea for help, so he could only shrink back and take out the gadgets from his pocket.
It is a white fur Chirp.
She was a little surprised.
Due to her special allergy-prone constitution, she rarely comes into contact with small animals. Her flower garden is tended all year round, and no small creatures have ever nested here.
Mao Jiujiu lay obediently in the palm of the little prince's hand, staring at her with his tiny eyes motionless, as if expressing goodwill
She felt a little curious, and she held out her hand to the little prince again.
The little prince hesitated for a while, and finally put his Mao Jiujiu in her hand.
He is too young, his ability has not yet grown into a complete form, it is not enough for him to distinguish the source of the grotesque and the signal of danger, and the knowledge gained in the book is still too shallow to tell him what kind of person has been lost human qualifications.
This was the last time in the little prince's life that he believed in fairy tales.
After today, the little prince lost forever his splendid robe and jewel chain, he fell into the dust and never returned.
She took the little prince's Mao Jiujiu, and was amazed by the wonderful touch that she had never experienced before.
She smiled, as warm as a spring breeze.
The little prince talked endlessly about the funny things after he picked up Mao Jiujiu.
When I hid in the art classroom, I was almost discovered. I found a place where no one was around to feed the little guy during lunch. I accidentally missed the meal, and received a big caterpillar from the little guy as a gift...
The little prince spoke vividly, and she listened with gusto.
Although many things the little prince did violated the school's regulations, she would not immediately blame her little prince. She is a qualified queen. After the matter is over, she will re-educate the little prince, what is necessary The rules to be followed and the bottom line that cannot be crossed.
But now, she is just a doting mother. What she has to do is to be a listener and feel the joy from the heart for all the achievements of the little prince.
Suddenly, a weird voice broke the harmonious picture of mother loving and filial piety.
The source of the voice was a servant who covered his mouth and exclaimed "madam".
She watched the servant being quickly taken away by the people next to her, and watched the butler hesitate to speak but did not dare to step forward.
She finally noticed something strange.
The brain slowly received the signals of tingling and itching, and her eyes fell on her hand holding Mao Jiujiu.
The bright red hives, like the traces of insects and ants crawling, spread out quickly, affecting the pale skin with well-vascularized blood vessels, and the whole wrist was swollen into a strange appearance, twisted and cruel.
Don't worry, it's just an allergy, it will be fine soon.
She wanted to say this to the little prince, but for some reason, her brain was as dull as a rusted machine, unable to let her utter a few words of the emotion she wanted to express in her heart.
The sting brought a brief sobriety, and she heard her little prince muttering something she couldn't understand.
He said, Mom, don't.
No, why not
She doesn't understand.
Mao Jiujiu, who was pinched in pain, let out a low cry, and for the first time, her soft and friendly beak took an offensive posture, pecking at her tiger's mouth fiercely.
excruciating pain.
Screams and howls sounded one after another, like the noise of a vegetable market.
The sound of the spring gradually faded away, bringing with it the spring breeze, hundreds of flowers, and this—
fantasy.
She saw herself in Mao Jiujiu's eyes.
There are no swings, no gardens, no springs, and the spring breeze.
There is only the glaring and cruel white wall that belongs to the hospital alone.
The smell of disinfectant water spread in every corner, and the hanging bottle was dripping down the liquid medicine. The medical staff and the servants at home were arguing endlessly, not knowing what they were talking about.
She was in a wheelchair, without makeup, and her dull skin and pale eyebrows made her look like an elderly woman.
No, it's not her.
She shook her head to herself.
How could she look like this
(Where did her gown go?)
How could she sit in a wheelchair like a disabled person
(Where did her throne go?)
She has a family that no one else envies, a husband who loves her deeply, and a little prince who is better than anyone of her age. Why did they leave her alone in this cold place
(Where did her little prince... go?)
She looked at the boy who was rushing towards her in a panic, and threw him away indifferently and uninterestedly.
No, this is not her little prince.
This is a monster.
Her slender hands were dripping with blood, and the boundless pain finally turned into heart-wrenching hatred.
Suddenly greeted by—
Fleeting sobriety.
monster. monster.
monster.
Her laughter was sharp and terrifying, and she wailed wildly.
The fingertips with the broken nails almost poked the little prince's face.
Maojiujiu's feathers were stained red with blood, making him look like a twisted and fragile baby.
The baby once slept peacefully in her womb, and she sang a loving lullaby to him softly through the thin belly.
Why
Why did you do this to her
What did she do wrong, why did God punish her for giving birth to a monster
A monster, she gave birth to a monster, she is also a monster, and a monster can give birth to a monster.
Damn, damn, all damn.
Her cloudy eyes turned to the unrecognizable little creature in her hand, and she screamed and raised her hand.
The things raised by monsters are monsters, go to hell, everyone deserves to go to hell!
How much she loved this hard-won child, now how much she hates this deformed monster.
And this ridiculous marriage.
She held up the hairball in her hand.
Followed into the air, and the little prince's heart.
The little prince looked desperate and helpless. He was extremely sad, but he did not shed tears.
He just opened his eyes wide and firmly remembered the last appearance of his Mao Jiujiu.
The splashed blood stained his face and slowly slid down his cheeks.
The image in his eyes is called despair, and he will never have the ability to forget this memory.
He heard a mournful cry, like the song of a thorn bird before dawn.
Sad and sad. …
"This is probably the case with the gene project. The reason for the failure of the whole plan is the He family. I can't do anything about it. There are a pair of troublesome twins watching the situation. In short, Nan, no, here at the Yan family, Du Yirou's work many years ago. That operation was indeed performed by the Nan family, and they also worked hard to bring down the Du family, but it's a pity that they finally raised a behemoth that was even more difficult than the Du family back then."
Liu Ye had to explain for more than an hour before he could explain the genetic project clearly. When he stopped, he felt his mouth was dry, but he didn't pause any longer and continued:
"This explains clearly the blood type problem you mentioned. When Du Yirou accidentally learned about the gene plan, he began to have hallucinations and various mental illnesses. Later, the Yan family publicized Du Yirou's death due to illness due to reputation issues, and then …”
"If it's for the reputation of the Yan family, the Yan family should make the fake death a real death. If they keep such a hidden danger, they will do a lot of harm and no benefit."
Nan Qi lowered his head and twisted his hands tightly together.
"... Yan Jin did this."
Liu Ye took a deep breath, ignored his words, and continued on his own:
"I have retrieved all the information about Du Yirou's admission to the hospital. You are a doctor, and you know what's going on better than me. You just read it here. After reading it, I will take it away. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. I don’t worry about these things getting out, it’s okay for you to just take away the things related to yourself, just to be on the safe side, it’s better to delete them after you read them.”
After finishing speaking, Liu Ye stood up and walked directly to the door. When he reached the door, he whispered:
"You stay there when the computer is finished, I'll go to sleep, and I have to go find Yan Jin tomorrow morning."
Nan Qi hummed inaudibly.
Nan Qi was the only one left in the huge room.
He glanced casually at the screen, then slammed the notebook shut.
The display screen hit the keyboard heavily, making a dull sound.
If Liu Ye was still there, I'm afraid he would die of heartache.
Fortunately, he was so upset that he didn't close his eyes all night, and he couldn't bear the emotions that were about to collapse, so he left this cramped room, leaving Nan Qi alone to go crazy.
The genetic plan, this is the last bargaining chip of the Nan family.
Nan Xu decided that Yan Jin would not tell him about this, so he could only admit that he had coveted the wealth of the Du family for a long time.
Those who clearly covet those things are themselves.
For this reason, they lightly destroyed the youngest daughter of the Du family, regardless of whether this young woman was still their eldest master's aunt.
Human life is as light as a feather in their eyes, but wealth and interests are as important as Mount Tai.
Nan Qi finally understood why he became friends with Yan Jin so quickly. He was arrogant and arrogant when he was a child, and Yan Jin was also stubborn and stubborn.
There is no coincidence or fate, even the meeting between them has been arranged long ago.
This is a deal, and it is the condition for the Yan family to keep Du Yirou's life.
The abandoned son of the Yan family was exchanged for the heir to the prosperous Nan family.
Friendships built from childhood are sometimes more reliable than business marriages.
The young little prince didn't have any conditions that could be used for trading, so he could only obey the family's arrangement.
The only thing he could win was the dilapidated and deserted mental hospital.
That year... Yan Jin was eight years old.
Nan Qi closed his eyes, buried his head in the palm of his hand, and let out a low growl.
Like the neighing of a desperate beast when it is dying.