Rosewood Hills

Chang Chang occasionally recalls things from his childhood, but he can't remember clearly.Whenever the classmates said something interesting about their childhood, he could only listen to it from the sidelines.

Since junior high school, his father has not been home often.Most of the time, it was just one or two phone calls.

Even for a while, he felt that he was a man without a home.

There is no mother and no father.

After passing the second term, Chang Chang learned to accept it.Some people may just not be loved.

[I am a disaster. 】

He seemed to have forgotten something, but it didn't matter.

until college.

Although the other party is the same sex, a roommate, and a good friend, he feels "love".Is it the first time...?It seems not.

Chang Chang thought about it again, how could such a good person like a broken self?

After the holiday, neither of them spoke again, and everyone thought they had a quarrel.Chang Chang had no one to tell, so he had to hold back until another roommate saw a flyer for a hotel recruiting summer jobs.

The bus was driving hard in the rainy night, and the shaking body was like everyone's restless heart.

Screeches, thuds, wreckage.

A raging fire was burning not far away.

Someone tightly covered his head.

He struggled to open his eyes, the tragic scene in front of him made him think that he was in hell.

The weak and cold hand slid down from his face, revealing Dang Bian's cold face.

Wang Si was also very close to him. As soon as Chang Chang saw it clearly, he retched.

His abdomen was pierced by a protruding steel pipe, and the undigested instant noodles that he ate at the station just now flowed out.

Chang Chang's body mingled with fire and ice.

He was bleeding profusely, he was dying.

Will someone grieve for me?

Or it would be better to never come to this world...

Then you won't die, Mom.

Chang Chang closed his eyes.

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The person my father loves most is my mother, and my mother died because of giving birth to me, so the person my father hates most is me.

Chang Chang understood this matter at a very young age, before he understood many things.

Their house is big and there are many servants.My father couldn't remember people's names, so he simply asked them each to wear a name tag.

He particularly hated room 219, which had a very large wardrobe, and whenever his father was in a bad mood, he would be locked in it.

He is also particularly afraid of thunder, because he once stood on the balcony in the rain for a long time.

He doesn't like the dark either.

So many times, he can't remember.

Still, he had consolation.It was a kitten that came and went without a trace.

He accidentally heard from the servants that Miss Bailing liked cats the most during her lifetime, and that cat disappeared after the dystocia.

So when I saw the cat for the first time, Chang Chang felt that it was that cat.So he secretly named it "Ling".

Just by making this sound, I feel better.

He even had a wonderful feeling: he was experiencing his mother's life.

"Delusion...?"

Father Chang obviously wouldn't believe the nonsense that "Master came to your room because of a cat", and immediately shouted angrily: "What's the use of raising you! Why did you let him run into my room?"

"Put him in the closet."

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……

Chang Chang touched the bruise on his forearm, then patted the cat, and leaned against the closet wall, thinking about when he would be able to go out.

Little did they know, because of the servant's carelessness, the whole house was already on fire.

But no one remembered that he was still in the room.

The pocket watch with his mother's face tightly clutched in the little Chang Chang's hand--it was the only picture of his mother in his arms, with a little cat in his arms.

Later, he also forgot how he got out.

Entire childhood memories were forgotten.