Xue Xue, whose eyes were covered, suddenly shuddered.
She couldn't see Mu Rong's expression, but she seemed to be able to imagine the man's empty gray pupils filled with despair and disappointment.
That is not the current Mu Rong.
That was seven-year-old Mu Rong.
The little boy who was driven into the mountains by his father in a coma.
What will happen next, even if Mu Rong doesn't say it, Xue Xue can probably guess.
For the first time, she hoped that her intuition was wrong.
otherwise…
"Every year on my birthday, I get an extra hour to sleep late."
"Actually, the children's station after ten o'clock is not good anymore, so at that time, I turned around with the remote control and turned to the news station."
It was written on the news station that it was suspected that someone had released several gray wolves in Daqiu Mountain, which aroused great attention from relevant units and reminded the public to pay attention to safety.
An introductory video was then played.
The seven-year-old boy felt terrifying and novel when he saw the wolves chasing their prey, and stared at it for a long time, until the nanny came over and told him to go back to his room to sleep.
Later, Xiao Murong forgot about it.
Until he woke up, lying alone in an unfamiliar place, the forest was deep, the ancient trees were towering, the dark environment was silent, only the moonlight faintly penetrated the dead branches and leaves on the trees, and a little halo reflected in Xiao Murong's eyes.
"dad?"
The boy staggered to his feet.
However, he was destined to receive no response, as before.
But he didn't want to give up.
"dad!"
From screaming in a low voice to shouting hoarsely, five minutes later, the exhausted little Mu Rong finally couldn't hold it any longer, and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Bean-sized tears flowed down from his eyes and landed on the surface of the dry soil, where they were quickly absorbed.
No one responded to him.
He was thrown into Daqiu Mountain by himself.
"I didn't know until then that there is no reason in this world for people who hated you suddenly to love you."
"Unless he asks."
"And Mu Yidian..." Xue Xue heard Mu Rong's smile, low and dumb like a gravel scraping through the eardrums and light as a wild wind blowing through the treetops. "He asked for my life."
Mu Rong understood the cruelest truth on Mu Hui's seventh birthday.
Not only did his father dislike him, he hated him.
Hate him as Luo Xuefen's son, hate him for taking everything from Mu Hui. He hated him so much that he wanted to eat his flesh, drink his blood, and use his tender life to sacrifice his true love who died young.
Although Mu Yidian also knew that Mu Rong was innocent.
But he is Luo Xuefen's son. From the moment he was born, in the eyes of men, he is the continuation of his dirty blood and bears the original sin.
So, reality is never fair.
Mu Rong was born in wedlock, the son that Luo Xuefen finally begged for, but because of Luo Xuefen's relationship, he was resented and hated by Mu Yidian since childhood.
As an illegitimate child, Mu Hui has never seen his mother for a day, but because of his mother's relationship, he exclusively enjoys Mu Yidian's favor.
There are gains and losses; there are losses and there are gains.
Maybe some people will think that this is just a clear-cut and unpleasant retribution.
People say that growing up overnight is nothing but that.
After recovering from the huge blow thrown by his father himself, the eyes of the boy and the man almost like they were carved out of the same mold are no longer clear. He ignited a strong will to survive.
He wants to live, he wants to get out of here, he wants to…
Resisting the fear and anxiety in his heart, the boy wiped away his tears, propped up his body, and groped his way out of the woods step by step.
But to no avail.
He was like entering a labyrinth, no matter how he went around, it seemed that he would eventually return to the same place.
The night was darker, and even the unpredictable wind disappeared.
After another unsuccessful return, with a gray face and dirty clothes, the tired little Mu Rong sat paralyzed under the shade of a tree, staring blankly at the seemingly endless night hidden in the shadows of the trees. As time passed by, the low temperature of less than ten degrees made him curl up, his head was dizzy, and even his vision became blurred.
It was at this moment that the movement came.
It's the rustling sound you make when you step on fallen leaves and branches.
Xiao Murong's eyes lit up, and he ran in the direction of the voice desperately.
"Is... a wolf?" Xue Xue asked hesitantly.
After staying in the dark for a long time, even the response seems to have become much slower.
Mu Rong gave the answer without any hesitation.
"Well, it's a wolf."
Three hungry wolves.
The one in the middle is undoubtedly the leader, with a layer of gray fur that is dull, only the tail has a snow-white streak. Its hind legs are slightly bent, its front legs are stretched forward, and its brown pupils are red and fierce.
After seeing the "food", the two leaner gray wolves that followed immediately bared their sharp fangs, stuck out their long and thick tongues, and salivated, as if they were ready to feast on their hearts. pause.
For the first time seeing such an impactful picture, Xiao Murong was completely stupid.