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"Sister-in-law, I've finished washing." Song Heng finally came out and whispered, "I'll go in and do my homework first."
"Eat first." Tang Chen glanced at him and said calmly. Although he only said three words, and there was no special expression on his face, his voice sounded very soft, which made people feel a sense of concern.
Song Heng was stunned for a moment, sat obediently at the dining table, and rubbed his slightly swollen stomach without any trace.
The gentler Tang Chen treated him, the more vigilant he should be. Giving a candy first, and then giving him a slap, this is not the first time he has experienced such a gap.
Song Heng is fifteen years old this year. He is very tall. Even if he is malnourished, he is much taller than his peers, but he is too thin. His whole body is skinny. His hands hurt when he touches it. Scary like a long bamboo pole that can move. Even so, it was more than enough to clean up Tang Chen.
But he never resisted. In his heart, he is guilty.
"Let's eat." Tang Chen didn't know what the child in front of him was thinking. He smiled slightly, pushed all the dishes in front of Song Heng, and said, "When you're full, go do your homework. I'll check later."
His words and deeds were extremely gentle, which made Song Heng's heart tremble.
Tang Chen stared at the child without blinking, his eyes were soft, and an indescribable warmth flowed in those clear eyes.
Song Heng's heart trembled, he hurriedly lowered his head, and ate the dates.
Obviously he was looking forward to the meal for a long time, but he didn't know how to taste it, his mouth was full, and he kept stuffing it. Without any chewing movements, he swallowed vigorously. His mind is full of, hurry up, hurry up, after eating, he can hide in his own small room, without worrying about the sudden outbreak of this neurosis.
His stomach and mouth are full of undigested food, these things have already poured into his throat, and now he just needs to open his mouth to spit it all out, he never dares to open his mouth.
He guessed that this was probably Tang Chen's new way of torturing him.
After a while, Tang Chen sensed that something was wrong, and immediately reached out to stop Song Heng's behavior of eating hazel.
His complexion was very bad, and his expression became much gloomy. He is a person who makes a lot of promises, since he promised that soul to treat this child well and make him live a happier life, he naturally has to do it, and this cause and effect can be achieved.
However, it was only the first day, and he violated the desire of his soul.
The silence in the room made Song Heng clenched his hands, he felt that this was the calm of the storm. After a short period of calm, waiting for him was pain, screams, miserable cries, and scars all over his body. Then he could only lie on the small wet bed, lick the wound alone, and use saliva to disinfect it.
"Don't be afraid of me." Tang Chen pursed his lips, "I was wrong before, but from now on, I won't hit you again."
His hand tapped the dining table a few times, and the sound of thumping seemed to hit Song Heng's heart. The child clenched his hands even tighter and sneered inwardly.
You can't believe this man's words.
Song Heng's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. The thin hand slowly landed on the lower part of the chest, and the rib broken by Tang Chen seemed to be hurting again.
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"It's all you bastard, you killed Song Hui and my child, it's you, it's you!"
"Why don't you die? It's you who deserves to die, you are right, why is it my Song Hui!"
He remembered the man's hysterical cry, the ferocious and angry expression on his face, the stick that fell on him without hesitation, and the cursing every time, all of which he remembered clearly.
He also remembered the remorse on this person's face every time after beating him, the words "I'm sorry" floating in his ears, and the promises that could not be fulfilled again and again.
"I won't hit you again."
It was a nightmare that belonged to him.
He didn't want to hear Tang Chen's tears and soft words to him afterwards.
What's more, Tang Chen did more than that. This man has betrayed his elder brother.
Strongly enduring the feeling of abdominal distension, Song Heng looked at Tang Chen silently, his chest heaving violently, as if he was breathing the air very hard.
This house is not a closed space, but he feels like he can't breathe in air at all. Every minute and every second, there is a feeling of suffocation.
Why??? Will live so hard? He is obviously just a child, shouldn't children be carefree? Why did he endure endless violence, why did he lose all his loved ones?
Song Heng's breathing suddenly stopped, and he tightly grasped the edge of the dining table. At that moment, there was a sharp pain in his chest. Under the table, ten thin fingers were digging hard, the nails were soaked in blood.
He doesn't want to hear it anymore, he doesn't want to hear such a promise again!
Tang Chen is used to not paying attention to other people's feelings, and has never gotten along with children, so he never noticed that Song Heng was already on the verge of collapse.
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Hate to the bone, but powerless, this kind of resentment lingers in Song Heng's heart.
He has seen too many ugliness and filth of human beings. He was living in pain, in a bottomless quagmire, and one day, he would let them have a taste of this feeling, and let them watch him sink and rot a little bit!
Tang Chen gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Song Heng's head, but he subconsciously turned his head away.
When Song Heng realized what he had done, he looked up at him in panic, so insecure.
Tang Chen's throat moved, and he didn't make any further movements. He stood up, walked into his room, closed the door tightly, lay on his back on the bed, looked at the pair of fair and beautiful hands, his eyes It was dark.
How many times these hands have left indelible scars on Song Heng's body and heart, all he saw in the child's eyes was the fear of him, as if he was that terrifying demon from hell.
When he walked out of the room again, it was already two o'clock in the morning. He pushed open the door of Song Heng's room, frowned slightly, and looked at the child who was wrapped in a sheet and curled up in the corner sleeping soundly.
What a good-looking kid. Unlike his elder brother Song Hui, Song Heng's facial features are very delicate, but they are too dry, with only high cheekbones remaining on his thin face. The corners of his eyes were moist, as if he had just cried.
Tang Chen looked at him quietly, bent down, and couldn't help but want to touch Song Heng's cheek. It was a very strange feeling, the first time he had the idea of ??really caring about someone.
Just as he was about to touch it, Tang Chen suddenly withdrew his hand and pursed his lips tightly.
He can't let anything out of his control. He is causal and unbiased.
When the wind came out at night, the creaking sound lingered in Tang Chen's ears. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and brushed the overlong hair on Song Heng's forehead, and saw the scars stretching across the slender neck. The movement was involuntary.
He remembered that it was rolled out with a long stick the night before. Two days later, the injured area was already swollen and turned a frightening purple-black color.
Tang Chen's eyes became darker and darker. He knew that there were still many injuries on this thin body. Scarred, not scarred. From the neck to the chest, to the waist, to the thighs and calves, it was all injured.
He picked up Song Heng's clothes, looked at the shocking marks, and clenched his hands tightly. That transparent soul really needs atonement, and what he did to this child, even if he used two lives to atone, it would not be surprising.
Song Heng's five years of meticulous care, in exchange for five years of abuse.
Tang Chen looked at Song Heng's injury expressionlessly, and couldn't help stretching out his hand, stroking it carefully. The world is harsh on this child, so what if he can achieve great achievements in the future?
Everyone is pushing Song Heng, driving him to a dead end step by step. Some people say that this is the nirvana of the phoenix, but has anyone asked Song Heng if he wants such an opportunity?
Tang Chen was stunned for a moment, and withdrew his hand. There was some confusion in his mind, how could he have so-called sympathy for mortals? He thought, this should be the influence of the transparent soul.
"Song Heng," his lips moved slightly, smiled, and said slowly, "Trust me. I didn't betray Song Hui, and I won't do anything to you again."
The cold voice floated in Song Heng's ears, his closed eyelashes trembled, turned over, and blocked the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
Even though he never believed Tang Chen's words, at that moment, he couldn't help but shudder. An indescribable emotion welled up in the aching chest, which seemed to persuade him to throw himself into Tang Chen's embrace.
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