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¡°At least before he found out that his mother had betrayed the family, he still had some respect for her, and she would always hold him in her arms when she was in a good mood.
Those big gentle white hands will hold his little hand, and he will sit in front of the drawing board with a smile, using monotonous colors to express this colorful world.
Occasionally, he would still remember the words that the woman said earnestly in his ear, like the voice on the gramophone of old memories, echoing in his mind over and over again.
She said: "Xiao Shen, you have to remember that painting is the happiest and most engrossing thing in the world. If you don't have the patience to sit on this stool for a day, just don't learn it."
She is confident in the field she likes.
"I know, Mommy."
Although he is still young, he is already more steady and composed than his peers because his mother often makes him sit in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush, sitting there for a whole day.
She has become extremely crazy about painting.
Once, in order to complete a dark work called "Hell", she needed to find several corpses to use as her props.
Fu Jueshen will always remember that afternoon.
It is winter, the first snow season.
It was freezing cold, and large flakes of snow fell from the air. He stood at the gate of the school, waiting for her to pick him up.
Usually, a driver takes him to and from school, but recently his mother has been in a bad mood and wanted to have some peace and quiet, so she fired all the servants in the house.
There is only one nanny left who cooks, Mrs. Wang.
Before going to school in the morning, the woman gave him 100 yuan and asked him to take a taxi. She said that she was so obsessed with watching Van Gogh's "Starry Night" last night that she didn't go to bed until four in the morning after watching it. She was very sleepy.
Seven-year-old Fu Jueshen has just entered the first grade, but his IQ has far exceeded the level of his peers, and his personality is extremely calm.
He finished dressing silently, took a sandwich prepared by Mrs. Wang, and took a taxi to school.
The woman told him that she would pick him up after school.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, school is over.
He watched the snow in the sky getting heavier and heavier, and the children who were lining up together were all picked up by their families.
The teacher said goodbye to the parents of the students with a smile. When he looked back at him, his eyes were full of sympathy, and he knelt down in front of him with unusual gentleness.
I helped him tidy up his scarf. He forgot to put on his coat when he went out in the morning. He wore a thin sweater with a black scarf and went out.
No one thought it would snow suddenly.
He is very cold.
Xiao Xiaodi stood in the snow shivering, looking behind the iron gate, the road was covered with a layer of snowflakes.
The wheels of passing cars made a slight "rumble" sound as they ground on the snow.
A piece of snow water splashed up, staining the surrounding snow and turning it into an earthy yellow
"What should I do? Your mother still hasn't come. It's already five o'clock now, and the school will close at 5:30 at the latest. How about the teacher help you call your parents?"
The little boy remained silent, shook his head, and replied stubbornly: "No, she said she would come to pick me up. It's just that the time has not come yet. Teacher, I will wait."
"Then the teacher will stay with you and wait."
"Thanks."
Time passed minute by minute, just half an hour, but the little boy felt as if he had experienced a hundred years.
He stared at the cars passing by with his bright black eyes, counting silently in his heart.
one.
two.
three¡¡
When he counted to three hundred and sixty-five, a loud bell rang in his ears, because the snowflakes would act as a muffler.
So when the bell rang, he seemed to have woken up from a dream.
The female teacher let out a long sigh. She felt cold even as an adult standing in the snow, let alone a seven-year-old boy?
¡°Moreover, he was only wearing a black sweater. The wind blew in through the gaps in the sweater. You can imagine how cold it would be.
Parents are too careless.
"Jueshen, why don't the teacher help you call your mommy? She seems to care about you very much."
? ??The moment the female teacher was about to take out her mobile phone to make a call, the little boy stretched out a small hand and pulled her sleeve.
Biting her lips that were pale from the cold, she shook her head, "No, thank you, teacher. She won't accept it."
That woman is like that. When she is quiet in her art world, no matter what the sound is, she will automatically block it.
Her father had argued with her many times over this matter, but it was still to no avail.
"ah?"
"I have money, I can go back by myself."
The little boy said, expressionless, he picked up his small blue Superman schoolbag, straightened his waist, raised his legs and walked towards the bus stop step by step.
In this vast, white world, that small figure walks alone, small and desolate.
In fact, he deceived the teacher and spent all the 100 yuan in the morning.
There is no bus to the villa here at all.
He could only walk home in the cold storm and snow. Fu Jueshen has been a smart child since he was a child, and he has a photographic memory.
What¡¯s more, he has to go back and forth twice a day on this road to school, how could he not remember it.
The snow seemed to be falling heavier and heavier, and he moved forward at a speed that was as slow as a snail. When he finally arrived home, his hair, shoulders, and clothes were covered with white snowflakes.
The light in front of him was white, like those white with green colors in her studio. Fu Jueshen only felt colder.
He really wanted to ask that woman, why did she break her promise?
However, the huge villa was quiet, the lights in the living room were not turned on, and only the studio on the second floor was dimly lit with dim lights.
A trace of angry fire suddenly appeared in his eyes. She had indeed forgotten his existence for the sake of her "art".
With one breath, the little boy rushed up to the second floor.
He saw a scene that he couldn't believe.
There is a rectangular table in the studio, covered with a white tablecloth, which she should have taken from the kitchen.
The dim yellow light is emitted when the white candle burns, and a thin black shadow is reflected on the wall.
The woman was wearing a long skirt, with long hair flowing, and her slim figure was holding a knife and slowly cutting something.
Her shadow was reflected on the wall, and the thing she cut was not an animal like a bunny or a mouse.
But a person!
A living person!
The bright red blood slowly flowed out from the recently deceased corpse, dyeing a corner of the white tablecloth red. There was a heart placed on the small white plain flower plate.
Bloody.
Still beating.
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There was a strange and charming smile on the corner of the woman's lips, she looked at him with gentle eyes, and smiled with a gentle voice.
"Xiao Shen, you are back, come and see Mommy's new inspiration." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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