My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 84: Can Mr. Clown also write love letters? (23)

Fourteen years ago, Simon was a father of a three-year-old child.

His wife, Tawanna, has not been in good health since she gave birth, but she takes good care of the child. However, there was a period of time when her illness was very serious and she had to stay in bed often.

Mason, who was only three years old, didn't understand much, but he could feel fear and loneliness.

Simon seldom goes home and works away from home all year round. He has no feelings for his wife and his relationship with his children is also very cold. That day he was going out to discuss business. Looking at the child squatting in the yard counting ants, he suddenly had an idea and decided to take the child out for a walk.

Everyone was looking forward to the acrobatic troupe's performance, so there were a lot of people on the street that day.

Simon said to the child: "There are so many people here, remember, you can't leave my side, be careful not to get lost."

Mason blinked and grabbed his father's hand, "Father, hold on to me, and I won't get lost."

Simon smiled, "You are quite smart."

This child looked very similar to Tawanna, with the same red hair and green eyes, so Simon had no feelings for this child before.

But this child is his son after all, and he will not treat him harshly.

But some things really seem to be destined. Perhaps, in the words of the storyteller, it is a sense of fatalism.

There was a noisy sound coming from a corner of the street.

It was a three or four-year-old girl from a poor family, crying to her father: "Don't sell me! Father! Don't sell me!"

In this era, many poor people survived, and selling children was not a new thing.

Simon had seen a lot of things like this, and he had originally not intended to intervene. But after hearing the young girl's voice, perhaps because he thought of his son, or perhaps because the girl looked so sympathetic when she cried, he walked over for the first time in his life and took care of this matter.

The girl's father was an alcoholic. He thought Simon was not easy to mess with because he was dressed like an aristocrat. However, he was drunk and pushed Simon arrogantly. "This is my family affair. I can't even afford to eat, so how can I support her? It's better to sell her. At least she won't starve to death!"

Simon is of noble status, how could he have been pushed around like this before?

He loosened his grip on his son's hand, clenched his fist, and then punched the drunk.

The busy streets were crowded with people, all coming over to see what was happening.

The drunkard couldn't beat Simon and fell to the ground.

Simon took out a few gold coins from his pocket and threw them to the drunkard, "Live like a human being."

The girl stared blankly at the tall uncle. This majestic figure also left a mark in her heart.

Even though she is still young, perhaps her memories of her childhood will be vague when she grows up, but if fate allows them to meet again, they will definitely have a new story.

When Simon looked back again, he found that the red-haired boy had disappeared.

In just such a short moment, the child seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. No matter how long Simon asked people to look for him, there was no news of the child.

It was also because of this incident that the marriage relationship between Tawanna and Simon, which had never interfered with each other, became tense. Once they met, Tawanna would definitely quarrel with Simon, and those who advised them to have another heir would become even more impossible to achieve.

During those three years, the circus had moved to many towns. Mason was always imprisoned in the small circus. He was cute and delicate, and he could definitely be sold for a good price. However, the situation was tense and his features were too obvious, so the circus never found a good opportunity to sell him.

So he was kept in this detention until he was six years old.

Mason huddled in the corner of the dungeon, watching different children come in and be taken out. The only thing that remained unchanged was that he seemed to be left here forever.

One day, another child was thrown into the dungeon.

He was very disobedient and had many wounds on his body, but his eyes were full of stubbornness. After being thrown in, he still wanted to rush out again. He shouted, "Let me go!" and one hand held him.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh."

The boy with red hair and green eyes, dressed in gray and with a dusty face, said: "If you make them angry, they will transform you into a performer in a freak show."

“What is a freak show?”

"It could be your legs, your hands, or other parts of your body. They will put you in a bottle, or put you in animal fur, and transform you into a strange shape, and put you on the stage to make the audience laugh."

The boy who had just arrived shuddered and felt a chill in his bones.

In the process of these human traffickers trafficking children, they sometimes inevitably encounter unexpected situations, resulting in inevitable losses, and children with defects certainly cannot be sold for a good price, so they can only use this method to attract more audiences and make money.

The new boy hugged himself. He thought that he could not go home and thought about how terrible it was. He couldn't help crying. After a while, he asked the red-haired and green-eyed boy: "My name is Deeks. What's your name?"

The boy smiled, his dirty face shining brightly, "My name is Mason."

There were only two children in the dungeon at that time, so of course they became good friends who could talk about anything.

Dix took out the book hidden in his pocket. He had just bought a book before he was kidnapped. The book was not discovered by those people, or perhaps they did not care even if they found it.

Deeks said, "You see?"

Mason nodded happily, but when he turned the book upside down, Deeks reached out and said, "You're holding it wrong. This is how you should hold a book."

"I'm sorry..." Mason's ears turned red and he felt embarrassed.

Dix said, "You can't read?"

Mason lowered his head, shook his head, and whispered: "I don't know him."

He has been locked up here since he was three years old. Maybe someone taught him to write when he was three, but he has forgotten it.

"It's okay, I'll read it to you." Dix was reading the story of Mr. Puppet. He came from an average family and his parents were just ordinary people, but his father could read and taught Dix, so Dix always felt superior to children of the same age.

Mason's eyes sparkled after hearing the story, "Just like Mr. Puppet had a companion, Deeks, I now have a friend in you."

"You're right, we are good friends!" Deeks touched his hair and smiled, "Mason, look, we have the same hair color and our eyes are similar, this must be fate!"

They both have red hair, but Mason's hair is slightly curly. Their eyes are both green, but Mason's eyes are slightly lighter in color, perhaps because he has been locked up in a dark dungeon for many years, so the color is light.

(End of this chapter)