Found.

Finally found it.

Song Shiyu didn't know how long he had been waiting for this day.

In countless dark nights where he could not see his fingers, he slowly survived with the only light in his heart.

If it weren't for that light.

He had disappeared long ago.

The carriage was very quiet.

After a moment, Song Shiyu took out a piece of big white rabbit milk candy from his pocket.

The familiar smell smudged in the mouth.

Song Shihui curled the corners of his lips. For the first time, he felt that he felt alive.

At least, let him know again that sugar is sweet.

Song Shiyu looked up at Ye Zhuo's unit building.

She protected him when she was a child.

From now on, he will be the one who protects her.

It took a long time before the black car disappeared under the night sky.

Song Shiyu drove the car all the way to the Song family's sanatorium.

The nursing home is located in a quiet suburb.

There was no one in a few miles, and there was a large forest in front of it. It was late at night, and only a street light in front of the sanatorium was on alone. Only the owl's cries could be heard in the air, which looked extremely gloomy.

Makes your scalp numb.

Hearing the sound of the car, an old lady with a hunched back walked out of it, "Boss."

Very mute, ugly sound.

It was like being shaved hard by some sharp blade.

Song Shiyu nodded, "Aunt Zhao."

Aunt Zhao handed Song Shi a pair of white gloves.

Song Shiyu put on gloves slowly.

With the lights in the house, you can clearly see that there is a hideous scar on Aunt Zhao’s face, which makes people shocked to see, and their hands are covered with scars, and their little finger and thumb are incomplete.

The two walked one after another to a bright room on the second floor.

There is no decoration in the room.

There is only one bed.

A chair.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of potion.

A middle-aged woman with disheveled hair curled up on the bed was looking around with caution.

His eyes touched Song Shiyu, and he screamed in fear, picked up the quilt and covered his head, trembling all over.

"Don't be afraid, you will be cured after this injection." Song Shiyu picked up the needle tube next to him and squeezed out the excess air in the needle tube, with a very light expression.

"No, no..."

This scene in front of me coincides with the memories in Song Shiyu's mind.

In the dark room.

The young and beautiful woman stood in front of a thin boy with a syringe, "If you are sick, you have to treat the disease. Be good, you will be fine after taking this injection."

Next second.

The needle pierced into his flesh frantically.

"Why don't you die!"

"You are dead! My son is the only heir to the Song family!"

"Go to die! Go to die!"

A woman is like a lunatic, as if she has lost control.

But the boy curled up in the corner didn't say a word.

The eyes are full of forbearance.

When you are not strong enough, you can only endure it.

Time will make you stronger!

Thinking of this, the fierce look that had finally disappeared in Song Shiyu's eyes became cruel at this moment, and the needle was inserted into the middle-aged woman's arm.

The potion in the syringe is injected into the blood vessels bit by bit.

After a moment, Song Shiyu threw an empty needle into the trash can next to him, "Have she taken medicine on time these days?"

“I’ve fed it on time.”

Song Shiyu nodded slightly, "That's good."

When Song Shiyu fell, Song Shiyu turned to look at the middle-aged woman, "By the way, there is one thing you don't know yet, Song Zinian is gone."

The middle-aged woman just sat on the bed, looking dull.

It's like I can't understand this sentence.

"Do you know why he didn't?"

Song Shiyu asked and answered, "He was burned to death by the fire just like my mother. When the firefighters arrived, the door was covered with bloody handprints he scratched..."

Hearing this.

The middle-aged woman's emotions finally collapsed and she burst into tears, "Zi Nian!Zi Nian!"

"What? My respected stepmother, don't you continue to pretend to be crazy?"

That's right.

This middle-aged woman is Song Shiyu's stepmother.

Zheng Xiangyue.

When Zheng Xiangyue was young, she was one of the best talented women in Yunjing and was also very beautiful.

No one knows.

A person who seems to be so beautiful is very decayed and extremely dark.

She has a quirk.

Abusive.

In front of others, she is a good wife and a good stepmother.

When it's late at night.

She will show an ugly face.

During that time, Song Shi was very afraid of the arrival of the night.

The night blocked all the unbearable scenes.

Aunt Zhao is also one of the victims.

Aunt Zhao's broken fingers and broken throat were all thanks to her.

"Song Shihui! You will be retribution!" Zheng Xiangyue roared.

"You can't see my retribution! But your retribution has come." Song Shiyu's mouth was filled with a faint smile, "Although Song Zinian is gone, don't worry, as long as I am here, I will let you spend your old age well! Don't let you suffer!"

When Song Shiyu turned around and looked at Aunt Zhao, he said in a gentle voice: "I'll go back first, remember to take good care of her."

Aunt Zhao nodded, "Don't worry, I will."

She had to give the pain she had endured back then to this bitch a hundred times a hundred times!

Song Shiyu took off his gloves while walking out.

Behind him was Zheng Xiangyue's painful cry.

......

The next morning.

Ye Zhuo got up very early.

After returning from running, Ye Shu had already prepared breakfast. "Zhao Zhuo, my mother didn't make porridge this morning. Can we eat milk soaked oats?"

"Yes." Ye Zhuo nodded.
To be continued...