Death is a familiar word to An Zimo, and he is never afraid of it.

The face reflected in the mirror was young but pale, and the dark eyes were deathly silent. He thought he had escaped the darkness, but never wanted to enter an even darker abyss.

Mother would be scared alone.

He won't make her afraid.

An Zimo tightened his grip on the pencil, his eyes were cold, and he did not hesitate for a moment. He only heard a pop, the pencil penetrated the flesh hard, and the scarlet blood exploded like soda, soaking half of his body in an instant.

Excessive blood loss made his cheeks even more colorless.

However, this was not enough. He was weak, and the pencil was not as sharp as the knife. The deviation just now could not cause death at all. Just when An Zimo was about to do it again, the bedroom door was kicked open hard, and An Zimo was instantly killed.

The man is imprisoned in his arms.

Pei Yizhou.

An Zimo stood up and resisted: "Let me go——!!"

"I hate you, let go of me! Let go!"

The blood couldn't help but flow down, and he didn't care at all, not caring about the wounds that were torn open due to the struggle.

The bodyguards and others who rushed in were dumbfounded by the pencil around his neck, never expecting that a child would choose to end his life in this way.

Pei Yizhou picked up An Zimo with an expressionless face and strode towards the medical room.

Since An Zimo's psychological problems began, Pei Yizhou transformed one of the floors of the villa into a medical room and hired two more doctors. The necessary hospital equipment was available here, which saved the time of going to the hospital.

He sent An Zimo to the doctor for treatment. After the door closed, he looked gloomily at the bodyguard behind him.

"Didn't I say that I have to watch him 24 hours a day?"

Pei Yizhou asked coldly and with an oppressive tone.

An Zimo is different from other children. He lacks emotions and his IQ is higher than ordinary people. An Xiang is a beam of light that appears in his life. Now that the light is gone, it is not surprising that he does anything in the darkness. Pei Yizhou

He couldn't stay with An Zimo all the time, so he sent someone to protect him when he was away to ensure his life was in danger.

"We are negligent in our duties, sir, please punish us."

Punishment?

He had no intention of punishing them now, so he waved his hand and let a few people go down, lit a cigarette and waited quietly at the door.

The doctor soon appeared, and Pei Yizhou hurried over, "How is it?"

"Fortunately, the child has no strength. The pencil only penetrated the flesh and did not damage the aorta. If it were to deviate a few centimeters, it would be dangerous." The doctor said, "We have given him a sedative, and he is fine now."

Pei Yizhou took a long breath.

"Sir, you can go in and see him."

He nodded, opened the door and walked in quietly.

The little boy lying on the hospital bed received this drip. The wound on his neck had been stitched and wrapped with a layer of gauze. He fell asleep peacefully, his eyelashes unblinking.

Pei Yizhou sat in front of the bed, feeling sad.

An Zimo is extremely paranoid and small-minded, and his thoughts almost take over his entire world.

But, so is he.

Pei Yizhou couldn't do anything to die for his love. He wanted to live for himself, his children, and for An'an.

Pei Yizhou stayed by the bed all night with his clothes on.

The next day it was dawn. Looking at the light penetrating in, An Zimo murmured and called his mother.

"woke up."

He turned his head and his expression immediately turned ugly when he saw Pei Yizhou.

"Why, are you disappointed not to see your mother?"

An Zimo ignored the man's sarcasm and struggled to get up to continue thinking.

Pei Yizhou held him down tightly, preventing him from moving at all.

"Let go." An Zimo looked stubborn and squeezed out two words through his teeth.

"Your mother didn't have many friends, and her daily life revolved around you. Now that she's dead, there are very few people who remember her."

An Zimo didn't know why he said this, but he still wanted to break free.

Pei Yizhou didn't give him this chance at all. He held him down and continued: "An Zimo, if you die, there will be one less person to remember her."

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

"An wants me to take good care of you, but I know you don't need anyone else to take care of you at all. She cares about you so much and protects you, how can you bear it?" Pei Yizhou's tone was calm, but the words he spoke were like knives stabbing into his flesh and blood.

"You are the flesh that fell from her body. If you hurt yourself, you are hurting her. If An wants to be here, do you think she will cry?"

Will cry.

She also cries very loudly.

An Zimo was in a trance, and suddenly remembered that his mother had shed tears several times because of him.

He... shouldn't have made her cry.

Not appropriate……

"What did your mother always tell you?"

He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "She made me... live well and become a gentle man."

She doesn't like him hurting others, and hopes he will be mature, sensible, gentle and reliable. But An Zimo knows that he will never become that kind of person. He is a thorn that grows wildly in the darkness and is destined to make people uncomfortable.

Mother... doesn't care.

She believed in him and believed in him from beginning to end.

An Zimo's heart hurt so much that he had no choice but to pull on his clothes and pant violently. After a while, he felt a warmth fall from his eyes and slide down his cheeks. An Zimo reached out and touched a piece of warmth, which turned out to be tears.

He looked dull.

An Zimo has never cried before. This world is destined to make him empathize. He will laugh at other people's lives and laugh at other people's deaths. The joys and sorrows of the world have nothing to do with him.

Mother……

Bits and pieces of the time he had spent with An Xiang flashed through his mind. He couldn't bear it. His little body curled up in the quilt. At first, he just choked a little, and then burst into tears. He had never cried so wildly, and he couldn't bear it.

I have never been so sad.

An Zimo suddenly remembered the sparrow that he had strangled to death with his own hands a long time ago. Did that bird just want to fly back to see its mother when it was struggling to survive?

Pei Yizhou accompanied him quietly, without comfort or obstruction, just watching him cry.

An Zimo cried for a long time, until his throat became hoarse and he could no longer make a sound; until he exhausted all the last bit of strength in his body, he turned over and fell asleep.

Pei Yizhou Qingrou tucked his son into bed, stood up and left.

There were many people standing at the door, including Pei Chen and his parents who came after hearing the news.

"How is Zimo? Do you want to send him abroad? I know a very famous psychiatrist in Italy and I can ask him to help."

Pei Yizhou shook his head and rejected his mother's suggestion, saying, "It should be fine. When he wakes up, someone will make some food for him."

Several people looked at each other and said nothing.

Just as Pei Yizhou guessed, An Zimo ate after waking up. In the next few days, he neither cried nor fussed, ate on time and went to bed on time. He was so well-behaved that it was disturbing. The hearts of the Pei family were all focused on him, and the servants

People are cautious, fearing that children will think again.

However, he did nothing. After the wound healed, he took the initiative to go to the cemetery with Pei Yizhou.

The cemetery was built on the back hill and was very small. An wanted to be buried among the flowers.

The father and son picked a handful of wild flowers for An Xiang, sat on the ground in front of the tombstone, and fell into silence while staring at the photo of the deceased.

She died in her prime, young and beautiful, with stars and moon in her eyes, shining brightly and movingly.

An Zimo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

"I will make medicine in the future."

"Um?"

"I want to make a panacea that will make people disease-free and pain-free."

He spoke firmly, and Pei Yizhou smiled slightly after hearing this: "That's just something that exists in fairy tales."

An Zimo did not refute, just said: "Why can't things that exist in fairy tales exist in reality?" The fog in his eyes dissipated, leaving only the sharpness that had been damaged by wind and rain, "I just want to make things that have never existed

things that really exist in this world.”

He is smart and he has time.

If one year is not enough, let it be ten years; if ten years is not enough, let it be one hundred years; if one hundred years is not enough, let it be three hundred years.

One day, one day it will come true.

Pei Yizhou said nothing and put his arms around his son's shoulders. His words were gentle and comforting: "Your mother will be very happy to hear this."

"And you?"

"Me?" Pei Yizhou lowered his eyes to meet his gaze.

"Will you forget my mother in the future?"

His eyes were clear and a little worried. Pei Yizhou laughed dumbly and said, "No."

"and you……"

"She is my forever wife. Don't ruin our relationship in front of her." Pei Yizhou stroked the ring on her ring finger, turned around and patted her shoulder, "Let's go, daddy will carry you back."

The man's back is broad and can easily withstand the cold wind.

An Zimo bit his lower lip, feeling touched in his heart.

Actually... Pei Yizhou's father isn't that bad either.

He climbed up and made a difficult decision: "When you get old, I will carry you."

Pei Yizhou slowly carried An Zimo down the mountain with a slight smile on his lips: "Well, I hope you won't change your mind after five hundred years."

"I won't change, I will support you from now on." An Zimo circled Pei Yizhou's neck. He lost his mother, and now he only has Pei Yizhou as a relative. Moreover, the people around him are unreliable, so he will take good care of him on behalf of his mother.

.By the way, there are Pei Nuo, Pei Yan, and Pei Chen. They are all juniors and they have to be taken care of.

"Pei..." An Zimo swallowed and changed his words, "Dad, when you get back, find someone to teach me etiquette."

"Um?"

"I want to become a polite and gentle person. When I see my mother in the future, she will definitely be very happy."

Death reunites those who have been separated.

An Zimo is looking forward to that day from now on. When he goes to heaven to reunite with his mother, he must let her see a new version of himself.

Before that, he must work hard and grow up well.

Pei Yizhou's eyes were gentle and he did not refuse.

After returning, An Zimo went to the doctor for examination. Pei Yizhou returned to the study alone, where his assistant had been waiting for a long time.

"Dr. Pei, this is what you asked me to check."

Pei Yizhou looked through the documents and saw An Yanze's recent news. In just six months, An Yanze had dealt with all the brothers in the An family. Now only An Yuan and An Baozhu are left in the An family residence. As for An Yanze,

The company is in turmoil, and many shareholders are preparing to join forces to impeach Anheyuan.

Apart from this, An Yanze made no other moves.

"He hasn't been anywhere else?"

The assistant shook his head: "Except for the company and the place where An Yanze lives, he hardly goes to other places, even the An family."

Pei Yizhou lowered his eyes, thoughtfully.

He was not a fool. There was always something fishy about An Xiang's death in his previous life. He even suspected that An Xiang did not leave the world as the data showed.

"What about that matter? Has there been any whereabouts?"

The assistant nodded: "The young lady from the An family was taken away and burned by An Yanze after she fainted. Only An Yanze was present when it was burned."

"Are there no other people present?"

Assistant: "It should be gone."

Pei Yizhou leaned back on his chair, tapping his fingertips on the table unhurriedly, with an undercurrent surging in his heart.

If An Yanze burned someone else, then... is An Xiang still alive? Her fainting caused her soul to come into this body. Now that the body is burned, the soul is likely to return to its original body.
Chapter completed!