The Days of Being Raised by Zombies

Ye Sang was not called Ye Sang before, he was called 017, or Rong Chu.

017 is his code name, but "Rong Chu" is the name of his biological father.He is not really a human being, but a created substitute.

The substitute, a cold noun, and a cold numerical code, became the only thing he had perceived since he could remember.

His birth did not originate from the fusion and differentiation of germ cells, and he came into this world through a normal reproductive process.

Instead, his nominal father, Rong Heng, extracted a poorly differentiated stem cell and brought him into this world.

Before that, his first 16 "brothers" were all ruthlessly destroyed due to physical disabilities, but he is lucky, with a sound body and a sound mind, lucky 017.

When he was a child, when he was still ignorant, the young 017 innocently pointed at the TV and asked Rong Heng: "Father, it said on the TV that my father is also 'Daddy', can I call you that? ?”

Rong Heng stood beside him motionless, with a cold smile on his thin lips.

"The word 'Dad' is also something you can call?"

He had that unfeeling smile on his face, and the eyeballs under the lens were flickering with a crazy and loathsome cold light. The young 017 shrank in fear on the sofa, not daring to make a sound.

Rong Heng walked towards him slowly, pinched the child's chin, the hard nails almost pierced his skin, his dark eyes swept over the child's shivering face, and suddenly became soft again.

"Exactly the same eyebrows...exactly the same eyebrows, I think he was so afraid of me at the beginning..." His eyes were stained with obsession, and he chuckled, "Now, you You're afraid of me too, aren't you?...But, no, you're not worthy of being called 'Daddy'."

Almost raving, Rong Heng murmured: "One day... I will bring Xiao Chu back to me, even if... it is the distance between life and death, you can't walk away from me." ... take him!"

So the young 017 knew that from a long time ago, long before he was born in this world, there lived a person who was almost the same in appearance as him in this world, his biological father, Rong Chu, He is the adopted son of the person in front of him.

However, Rong Heng, who has always been rational and calm, fell into a forbidden love, fell in love with his adopted son, and couldn't extricate himself.

Tragedy often arises from such paranoid and crazy love.

017 doesn't know what happened between Rong Heng and Rong Chu in the past, but in the end, the adopted son died, and the person left behind became a lunatic.

——Just like this, immersed in the sorrow of the past, irrationally delusional to revive the lost lover.

But how can a dead person be resurrected again?

It's just a fool's dream, a waste of effort.

017 quietly huddled in the corner, raised his bright black eyes slightly, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and disappeared instantly.Looking at the man who was usually extremely rigorous and now extremely crazy, he completely lost his usual elegant demeanor, a sarcasm flashed across his young face.

The last hope in his heart for "relatives" disappeared in an instant, leaving no slight trace.

He's just a lunatic, how could he expect the warmth of those relatives from him?In the end, I just treat myself as an object without self-awareness. I can keep it if I want to, and throw it away if I want to. I am afraid that I will not even hesitate.

The significance of his existence is not even comparable to the little wooden man carved by Rong Heng in remembrance of Rong Chu.

He put a lot of effort into that wooden doll, coupled with the knife skills he often practiced with a scalpel, the doll was carved lifelike.

From then on, Rong Heng locked 017 in the house and smashed the only TV.

Facing a lunatic, what emotion do we need to keep?

That's right, Rong Heng is indeed crazy.

As a biological scientist and an atheist who should have been unwavering, Rong Heng actually consulted various spiritual books and tried countless ridiculous experiments in an attempt to recall and awaken Rong Chu's soul in 017's body.

But it is doomed to end in failure.

From this, 017 felt more and more clearly that the meaning of his existence had already been resolutely defined by Rong Heng—becoming a container.

What a ridiculous and sad fact.

Rong Heng was still naively and absurdly thinking that he could call back Rong Chu's "soul" and stuff it into 017's body, thus regaining his new life.

For this reason, 017 was forced to lie on the operating table almost all day, quietly watching those strange-shaped catheters being inserted into his body, various medicines being injected into his blood vessels, and densely cut open by the scalpel. The wounds on his body were distributed all over his body. If he hadn't been given anesthesia, 017 could even witness the flesh and blood on his body cut open by the blade and the bloody texture.

A normal human being would soon be driven insane by what amounted to a life of slow suicide.

017, who is already used to various experiments, can still remain indifferent, because he has already become numb.But even he once thought that his life might just lie on the laboratory table all day long, with tubes inserted into his body, injected with various medicines, and go on meaninglessly...

until one day--

It was a fine afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was fresh.

017 supported his head, lying down in front of the huge wooden window sill.

From the moment he was born, the sunlight he received has always passed through a layer of cold glass. Even the warmest sunlight, when projected on his skin, is still icy cold.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, those delicate petals and emerald green branches, he has never touched them.

However, he has become accustomed to all of this, and the ruthless reality has gradually extinguished the innocent curiosity he should have as a child, making him gradually lose the feelings that humans should have. The boring eyes seem to be expressing all the time, and the beautiful scene in front of him is just a realistic oil painting to him.

until--

His sight was gradually attracted by a little boy of similar age.

I don't know when, on a secluded path under the house, when it was approaching dusk, there was always a boy walking slowly on the road. The dim sunlight stretched his lonely and thin figure very long.

Every time that little boy came here, he always had a pair of red eyes. His long eyelashes drooped, and it was obvious that he had just cried, but there was no similar fierceness in those big dark eyes without a trace of light. Emotions, however, imply a trace of forbearance. His unrestrained eyes are like a deep dead sea. He sits on the stone pier in a daze. His expression, he seemed to be in a pure daze, but also seemed to be in deep thought like a whirlpool.

Almost every time.

A boy as silent as a doll. 017 silently commented that it was nothing special, and he hummed boringly.

Although there was always some awkward dislike in his heart, whenever the boy appeared on that path, 017 would always wait by the window sill on time, watching the boy silently from a distance.

Perhaps it is because the two children have the same deep sense of loneliness, all in all, the boy has already grabbed 017's attention.

Not knowing when it started, 017 found that his eyes had started to revolve around the boy unconsciously.

He even calculated the number of days, as well as the frequency and probability that the boy would appear here.

He stood behind the window, propping the glass surface with two small hands, his nose pressed against the glass, his eyes wide open, like a little peeping tom.

017 wanted to smash the layer of glass that blocked him more than once. He swore that there was never a moment when he hated this layer of cold glass so much. His chest suddenly seemed to be filled with sour and heavy things. , He had never felt this way before, and he felt a little flustered.

However, 017 knew very well that he wanted to go over and ask that boy.

Hey...what's bothering you?What are you worrying about?

Or, make a simple self-introduction: Hi, hello, I have been paying attention to you for a long time!My...my name is 017, of course it's a code name, not a name...I don't have a name, but it doesn't matter, what about your name?

Or, to get to know each other in preparation for making friends?I like black and white, not picky eaters, I don't like scalpels and test tubes, what about you?

However, none of the above ideas could be realized, so when no boy came, 017 could only look at the stone pier every day, and the fantasy encounter scenes were constantly playing out in his mind, his heart seemed to be poked by something sharp. A hole was broken, and a steady stream of cold air got in. While throbbing and throbbing, I felt empty at the same time.

He clearly felt that there should be a piece missing in his heart, and it was a very important piece. The bewildered 017 still didn't understand his strong desire to the extreme, and this persistence and desire that he couldn't ask for had passed. The fermentation of time finally evolved into a real hatred.

As time went by, the boy also grew up slowly, 017 always pinpointed the time, quietly waiting on the window sill, looking at the boy in the distance.

His eyesight is excellent, perhaps caused by some of Rong Heng's experimental medicines, he can clearly see the boy's broken hair fluttering in the breeze and his almost transparent skin in the warm sun from a far corner. And those beautiful, dark eyes.

It is as dark and deep as it was a few years ago, quietly as deep as the sea, but there are too many inexplicable and unexplainable things hidden in the dark.

The boy sat quietly on the stone pier most of the time, with his head resting on his elbows, sometimes muttering to himself, and sometimes raising his head, looking at the blue sky.

From time to time his face was marked with tiny bruises, or abrasions that didn't look serious. 017 didn't feel how painful those tiny scars were at all. He was often cut up by his "father" Rong Heng as an experimental product. Many times, for the effect of the experiment, even a little anesthetic was not administered. For many years, his The pain-sensing nerves have already been numb, so he doesn't care about any wounds on his body at all. Even if he breaks a bowl-sized wound and continuously bleeds out blood, he will calmly clean and bandage the wound.

However, the boy was different. Whenever he came to sit on the stone pier with scars all over his body, and when there was no one around, he would always bite his lips tightly and wipe away the tears rolling down from his eyes with his sleeve.

He must be in pain...

017 lay on the glass window, thinking silently.

For some reason, seeing the boy sniffling his nose and wiping away his tears, 017 felt a little pain in his chest. This wasn't the pain of a heart attack, but a kind of inexplicable, dull pain.

This made him a little distressed, but also a little bit happy.

In the past, 017 never had the idea of ​​escaping from this house and "father". He once thought that all the meanings of his life were realized by Rong Heng. He was born here, and he might die on the operating table in the future. On the other hand, or fulfilling Rong Heng's crazy dream and becoming Rong Chu in the true sense, his life has never been his own.

But gradually, he changed.

He wants to get out, get out of this damn place! ——

From his birth until now, 017 has never had such strong emotions.He began to think of every way to open the barrier between him and the boy.

He longed, longed for the day when he could stand under the cool shade of a tree and say "Hi" with a smile to the boy sitting on the stone pier.

--Hey, what's your name?

For a long time, he wanted to ask him.

Almost mad and possessed, 017 finally could no longer endure the life of being imprisoned and bound free.

The seeds of hatred that had been sown in the heart for a long time finally broke out after many resistances to no avail.

It’s another New Year’s Eve, 017 is leaning on the window sill, looking at the bright sky in the distance, the sound of noisy firecrackers one after another, some people are laughing, some people are congratulating, it seems that the atmosphere is full of joy everywhere, separated by thick trees , In this extremely secluded room, on the face of 017, clusters of bright lights in the distance flashed in the bright black pupils.

But when he thought of someone who was more lonely than him, a distorted pleasure flashed across 017's eyes.

Usually, on this day when the whole country is rejoicing, Rong Heng often has no interest in coming back, because this time today is Rong Chu's death day.

His biological father's life stopped on this day forever.

Of course, 017 didn't have any feelings about such things, nor did he have any interest in sadness.

Checking the time on the clock, he jumped off the windowsill, ran into the study quickly, and turned on Rong Heng's personal computer.

Through his many years of discovery, he knew that if he wanted to get out of this house, he didn't have a so-called door key. He had to destroy the program switch set by Rong Heng and the door entry and exit instructions, so that he could take advantage of this time to sneak out.

For this reason, over the years, he secretly studied hundreds of books, and he was able to use the knowledge he learned to escape from this ghost place.

He stared intently at the densely packed codes on the computer screen, his fingers flying like flying fingers.

"Di—" I don't know how long it took before I heard an electronic beep, and the door opened.

The cold wind of midwinter blew in, 017 grinned and showed a big smile, because he was too excited, he didn't even put on a coat, he just dragged a pair of small slippers, just wearing a long sleeves, rushing out.

free - free -

He excitedly stepped on the thick snow, stepping on the pure white snowflakes, making "creak" and "creak" sounds, took a deep breath, and then exhaled it long, as if to breathe out the depression of the past ten years. Sweeping everything clean, he happily ran around, even the cold north wind could not stop his galloping pace——

"what--"

"Bump!" Because of the extreme speed, he bumped into a person, and 017 staggered from the collision, barely stabilizing his figure.

He opened his eyes wide, looking at the fallen boy on the ground, his eyes glowed with a light that was several times more brilliant than the fireworks at night.

"You, you, you..." 017 felt a little fever on his face, he moved his fingers slightly, and was completely stunned.

The boy got up silently, rubbed the red mark on his left cheek, and glanced at him lightly.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." 017 stammered with a flushed face, he stretched out his hand at a loss, but put it down shyly, "You you...do you... hurt? I I didn't mean to!"

"En." The boy nodded calmly, his jet-black pupils were as bright as obsidian, but there was no expression. He shook his head and said coldly, "It's okay."

Compared with the boy's extremely calm expression, 017's heart seemed to be overwhelmed, as anxious as if being harassed by countless claws.

"I, I'm sorry..." He was almost crying, desperately trying to find some appropriate sentences to promote mutual understanding, but the sentences that had been arranged for several years were stuck in his throat, Can't say a word, can only repeat the same sentence constantly and mechanically, "I, I, I, I'm sorry!"

"It doesn't matter..." The boy stared blankly at the little boy who was about the same age as him in front of him, his face blushed, tears rolled in his two big eyes, and the bruised face was no longer hurting. But the little boy kept apologizing, and he smiled slightly. He didn't expect to meet other people in this remote and uninhabited corner on such a lively night.

"If possible, would you mind watching the night scene with me?" the boy suggested softly.

"En! Good, good!" 017 nodded fiercely, his big black eyes seemed to be filled with countless stars in an instant, "I'm very happy!"

So two and a half-year-old children sat on the park chairs by the sidewalk, looking at the dots of stars dotted in the night, the starry sky was dotted with bright lights, shining like debris.

The boy glanced at 017, looked at his thin coat, frowned, and couldn't help asking with concern: "It's winter... you wear so little, isn't it cold?"

"Ah, it's not cold, I'm not cold!" 017 straightened his back, blushed slightly, and shook his head violently. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit, shivering again and again. It also gradually fell down, his teeth trembling, and he sneezed.

The boy smiled "Puff!" He took off his down jacket and covered 017's body.

"Don't be brave, you're frozen like a puppy, and you're still stubborn."

Covered with a coat that vaguely carried the boy's body temperature, 017 sniffed the remaining smell on the clothes, his face flushed, and he stared blankly at the boy with a silly smile.

"Thank you, thank you..." Thank you awkwardly, 017 felt at a loss for a moment.

At the same time, in the dark night sky, several gorgeous fireworks suddenly bloomed. Amidst the loud noises, the sky above the whole city was instantly rendered by the dazzling brilliance of the fireworks, and the huge umbrella flowers were scattered with colorful lights. The shards of light bloomed in clusters of radiance, the boy's fair face was covered by the bright light, and his big bright eyes reflected the dazzling shimmer.

"Look, it's fireworks." The boy bent his eyes, smiled lightly, and turned his head sideways, "New Year's Eve is here, I wish you a happy new year, my name is Ye Li, what about you? I don't know your name yet."

Ye Li...Ye Li...017 chewed these two words excitedly, his chest felt warm.

Looking at Ye Li's outstretched hand, he hesitated a little. It seems that he has never owned a name. He has no sex and no name. 017 is just a cold code name composed of Arabic numerals, nothing more. .

"I, I don't have a name." 017 came back to his senses, stammered and replied shyly, afraid that Ye Li wouldn't believe his words, he emphasized again, "I really... have no name." .”

Ye Li looked at 017's lonely expression, opened his mouth, and finally didn't ask any more questions. His grandfather once told him when he was alive——

There are tens of thousands of people in this world, and everyone has their own difficulties. As others, we should not try to reveal the pain of others, because it is very painful.

Ye Li felt that what Grandpa said was right, so he didn't want to explore anything, but just let out a calm "oh".

017 lowered his head shyly, wrung his fingers, and said softly: "Actually...I really want to have a name too...Unfortunately I don't..."

"It doesn't matter." Looking at the brilliant fireworks in the sky, Ye Li smiled as softly as the morning light, "It doesn't matter about the name."

With a bitter smile, 017 said: "But...it's so strange, it's like something that everyone is born with, but I never have it, it's like... ...was cut off from the crowd..."

Ye Li looked at him quietly, and covered 017's cold hands with a light smile: "If you don't mind, then I can help you with a name, of course, it's just for your convenience, it's called... What is it called...?" Ye Li tilted his head and thought for a while, but couldn't think of it for a long time, "Well, what should I call it?"

Another gust of cold wind swept up pieces of snowflakes, blowing over, Ye Litong blushed, closed his eyes and shivered.

"Wow, it's so cold!" Shrinking his body.Ye Li buried half of his face in the scarf, 017 glanced at the side, moved his body, and brought himself closer.

"Is it cold? Actually! I, I don't mind being a pillow!" 017 said with his eyes shining and his face flushed.

Ye Li rolled his eyes, he didn't know why this little boy he just met for the first time made him feel at ease, without any defensive attitude, so he moved over, closed his eyes, and pulled him with a smile on his face. 017's arm and his small head leaned over.

As soon as his head leaned over, sleepiness swept over him continuously, Ye Li finally couldn't hold back the sleepiness, closed his clothes, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

So, on a snowy winter night, in this extremely lively festival, two boys of average size leaned close to each other and slowly fell asleep.

This is the sweetest sleep in 017's ten years.

Although in this cold winter season, the water mist in the air can be condensed, but as long as there is someone beside me, the whole body and mind will be warm and comforting.

Early the next morning.

The snowflakes flying all over the sky have long stopped, and the roads, eaves and trees are covered with white snow, and everything seems to have fallen into silence. Under the big tree, the two boys on the park chair are still cuddling together, breathing shallowly.

The warm winter sun shone down and sprinkled on 017's closed eyelids, his eyelashes moved slightly, rubbed his sleepy eyes with his small hands, and opened them.

The first thing that catches the eye is Ye Li's extremely peaceful sleeping face. The warm twilight of the morning pours on his fair little face with some baby fat. With a light luster, his long and thin eyelashes fluttered and touched his small red mouth, as if he was having a sweet dream.

- as cute as a little angel.

This was the first sentence that came to 017's mind. It was a bit pretentious and a little nasty, but he just felt that only such pure and flawless words could describe the boy he was thinking of.

He suppressed the "Pu Tong Pu Tong" chest that was beating fast, bent down, pouted his small mouth, and moved up secretly, accidentally, his eyelashes touched Ye Li's face.

He held his breath suddenly, at this moment, he was like a thief with a treasure in his arms, lest his "evil deeds" be discovered.

But he subconsciously wants to get closer——

I just want to get closer——

Until the surrounding air is not only cold, but also can smell Ye Li's breath...

However, this is nothing more than a delusion after all.

Zhilazhila——

Under the shadow of mottled trees, Rong Heng stepped on the thick snow, walking over with a half-smile.

"Xiao Chu, are you happy after playing outside all night?" Under his white lenses, there was no superfluous expression in his eyes at all. He looked neither frightened nor angry, with a relaxed and harmless appearance.

However, 017 knows that under Rong Heng's calm appearance, there is actually a crazy devil hidden.

Especially when he called him "Little Chu", he was actually on the verge of an outburst of hostility.

017 raised his dark eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.

Rong Heng's eyes turned, and he smiled coldly: "What? I had so much fun with my new friends, are you reluctant to go back?"

"It's none of his business, he doesn't know anything," 017 lowered his eyes, clenched his fists quietly, "It's just a random meeting of the same age, a moment of curiosity, just a chance encounter, I'll go back with you... .”

"Xiao Chu, I hope you understand, don't always do superfluous things..." Rong Chu's deep voice carried a hint of warning, "You should understand that your life is bestowed by me , I can create you or destroy you, understand?"

"I know, father." 017 replied calmly, his eyes without a trace of expression, like a mechanical doll, "I won't do it from now on, please forgive me." To show his "sincerity", he He bowed to Rong Heng and lowered his posture extremely.

Under the warm winter sun, the white snow began to melt away, and the icicles hanging on the branches reflected the dazzling white light. Everything seemed to be slowly recovering after a night of silence.

Taking off the down jacket, and gently covering Ye Li's body, 017 followed Rong Heng's footsteps and walked back step by step.

He turned his head and looked at the boy who was still sleeping peacefully on the park chair.

Ye Li opened his mouth slightly, as quiet and pure as if he came out of a fairy tale, until the vision in front of him gradually blurred, the world seemed to turn white, and he could no longer see the figure he wished to see... ..

This is 017's most beautiful New Year's Eve...

At least he was no longer alone that night...

Many years later, maybe Ye Li will forget this little friend who only had a one-night friendship. After many years, he may no longer remember the extremely gorgeous fireworks that night, and the little boy who slept soundly with him in the snowy sky under the night .

There are no exquisite dishes, no bright lights, no comfortable houses, and no warm fires. It's just a simple New Year's Eve that belongs to two people.

Tranquility and well-being, such a simple happiness, is enough for 017 who is only ten years old to cherish.

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Today is another New Year's Eve of the year.

Ye Li lifted the lid of the big pot and fanned the oncoming hot air, countless white and tender dumplings rolled up and down in the boiling water, bubbling.

I fished out the dumplings, filled several large mouthfuls of sea bowls, and took them out bowl by bowl.

"It's time to eat dumplings!" Ah Bai sat on the chair, saw the food that finally showed his appearance, his legs dangled, and immediately shouted with bright eyes, "I want to eat a lot!"

"No way!" Ye Lihu said with a straight face when he knocked down Ah Bai's restless little hand that was about to touch the mouth of the bowl.

"Woo~ Li Li is eccentric! Li Li is so bad!" A Bai blinked his eyes and opened his mouth in aggrieved way, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm so hungry!—"

"Okay, don't cry, don't cry, you can eat mine." Yuan Jingmao suppressed a smile, moved a few dumplings into A Bai's bowl, and stroked his hair, "A good boy will eat it." Don't talk, sleep, don't talk, you know?"

"Tsk, I have raised a son so big, and I never said that I respect my father." Yuan Ying glanced at the side, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Master, at this time last year, you drove the young master out and told him not to come back unless he hunted back ten strange beasts." Meng Yuan said flatly, "Oh, and the year before last, you gave the young master ten beasts." One yuan, tell him to solve the problem of food and housing outside, and the year before the year..."

"Enough is enough! Didn't I train him? I don't understand my hard work..."

"...What the young master said is true." Meng Yuan replied obediently, "But the next generation has grown up, and they have been raised like this since they were young. If you don't get close to you, you deserve it."

"You!" Yuan Ying was taken aback by the choking. He took a deep breath, squeezed his chopsticks, and said angrily, "Why are you talking so much nonsense?! Eat and eat!"

.......

.......

At the dinner table, which was originally very harmonious, it didn't know when it became chaotic. Several people were drinking each other, and several people were pulling each other's skin. There were children crying and laughing. Coaxed up.

In a noisy environment, Ye Sang and Ye Li looked at each other and smiled, and suddenly there was a sound of "poof", several bright fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and through a glass window, colorful lights shone on their faces.

"Ye Li...do you still remember when we first met?" Ye Sang raised his face expectantly, with a little tiredness in his gentle eyes, he asked softly.

Ye Li smiled and said: "Of course I remember, it's right in front of a supermarket in Town C, I remember you at that time, you were so dirty."

Ye Sang was taken aback for a moment, hiding the brilliant look in his eyes, curling the corners of his mouth, showing a soft and warm smile.

"Yeah...it's there." Gently holding Ye Li's hands, he sighed sincerely and gratified, "I'm so glad you're still here."

Ye Li nodded, turned his head sideways, and looked at the fireworks blooming in the night, his eyes were lingering, as if caught in some kind of memory.

Under the bustling window sill, under the night full of stars and fireworks, he quietly evoked a gentle smile.

In the memory, the little boy whose face has been blurred for a long time, put his hands behind his back nervously and cautiously, timidly raised a pair of bright eyes, and raised a big, excited smile at Ye Li when he was a child. smile.