Chi Guang

Sunshine, rainy night, pain, cold, thirst.

Jiang Gong's heavy rain, which is rare in ten years, fell continuously for a week.When Mu Shihai woke up from the hospital ward, his breath was damp and moldy.

On the third day after Mu Xingyong’s business trip, the nanny at home found a dying child covered in wounds in the corner of the closet while cleaning. It had dried up to the point of blood scabs, his face was extremely pale, and his body temperature was so hot that his hands could not stop shivering.

The nanny yelled loudly, carried the unconscious Mu Shihai straight to the hospital, and was startled by a tree of black crows outside the window.

The wound was festered and pneumonia, and the child who was locked up for three days and three nights without a drop of water, almost died on an ordinary rainy night.After waking up, Mu Shihai lost most of his previous memories. He forgot how he met Qin Sanyan when he was a child, and couldn't remember many things about being playmates with Ye Jing. .

Yin Zhimei was standing outside the ward, stroking her belly with her nails. She had been planning since the day she knew she was pregnant, just for this moment, but every time she stood outside the bedroom door, the thought of Mu Shihai's death welled up in her heart. Every little guy in the room would kick her, and the discomfort and vomiting violently churned in her stomach.

Compassion is for the baby in her arms, not for the bastard inside.

I left a chance to ask the nanny to come to clean the house, whether I can be found and found all life and death.But looking at Mu Shihai who was awake at this moment, he still regretted it - the woman's intuition told her that she might have missed the only chance to kill them all.

Mu Shihai recovered quickly and was discharged from the hospital. There was no problem with his body, but he had other sequelae——

Just like now, afraid of the sound of rain, afraid of water, afraid of dark, claustrophobic spaces.

The stormy night roared towards him like a deep tsunami, and the 16-year-old boy seemed to have returned to the time when he was seven years old. Surrounded by endless rain, in front of him was the dark, lonely night. If he died and rotted into a carrion, would anyone find his body looking for the stench?

"Mu Shihai! Mu Shihai! What's wrong with you!"

At the end of the darkness, there is a voice calling him, which is close and far away, but he is stuck in the mud surrounded by ruined walls, unable to break away from the place where the light came from.

"Mu Shihai!" Every word was trembling, Xu Chichuan stretched out his hand and hugged the violently trembling boy in his arms, fear overwhelmed fear and prevailed: "What's wrong with you, don't scare me!"

The person in his arms was silent, his teeth were chattering and his eyes were closed tightly. Xu Chichuan didn't dare to let go, leaning against the stone wall and wrapping Mu Shihai into his arms in a protective gesture, and clenched his trembling hands tightly. He warmed his frozen back with his chest, and kept patting the boy's tight arms, and kissed the trembling hair on his lips: "It's okay, it's okay, brother, don't be afraid, there is me, brother, don't be afraid."

"Is it cold?" He took off his coat and covered Mu Shihai's body, hugging him tighter through the thin fabric: "Don't be afraid, it won't be cold when you hold you."

Broken syllables came from the rattling mouth, and the indistinct babbling could only be heard if one approached the ear. The faint breath stimulated the ear canal and deeply hurt Xu Chichuan's heart.

"...Dad...Dad, no, it's not me..."

"Let go, let go... I... go, go out..."

"No... give birth to... no, you should... give birth to me..."

"Mother……"

"help me……"

"Fuck!" Xu Chichuan's eyes turned red, he picked up a piece of rotten wood and smashed it hard at the speaker on the wall, the fragments scattered all over the ground, and the turbulent current was harsh: "Stop fucking playing ! Get out of here and save people!"

"Don't be afraid," a tear rolled into Mu Shihai's sunken neck: "Brother is not afraid."

When entering the haunted house, the mobile phone was stored at the door together with the bag, and no matter how anxious and angry he was, he was helpless, so he could only call Mu Shihai's name over and over again and rub his hands.Xu Chichuan seemed to be grabbed by someone's heart, the pain and pain were hard to express in his throat, the sound of the rain gradually diminished and disappeared, the person in his arms gradually became more stable, and the occasional restless movement was patiently coaxed away, and finally the sound came from the corner. The call that slammed on the door was Ye Jing's voice: "Mu Shihai! Xu Chichuan! Are you inside!"

"Here!" Shouted ecstatically with panic: "Mu Shihai passed out!"

Outside the door, Ye Jing kept urging the staff to open the door, yelling in a hurry: "A haunted house is still closed like a fucking house! Something happened and I demolished your shop!" Losing all patience, he rushed up and kicked, and the wooden door fell to the ground and shattered In two, a group of people rushed into the dark room and surrounded the two of them, stretching out their hands and shaking the unconscious Mu Shihai: "Fuck! Don't f*ck scare me!"

"What are you doing!" Xu Chichuan pushed his rough hand away: "Can you be gentle!"

Ye Jing got up and grabbed the terrified boss and yelled at him: "Turn on the lights! Turn on all the lights for me!"

"Open, open, open now!"

The light illuminated the anxiety on everyone's faces more clearly. As soon as Lu Miao squeezed through the crowd and squatted down, he pinched Mu Shihai with his index finger and held on for a long time.The drowsy boy finally moved his fingertips slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and Xu Chichuan was pleasantly surprised: "Wake up!"