Chapter 129 Da Hui 2 Middle School 7
Yang Mei has been following her brother ever since she can remember, without a father or mother around her.
He and his brother lived in a dilapidated tube-shaped building. The building was very old and water could not reach higher places. The stench of sewers filled the air all year round. Only the elderly, the unemployed, and him and his brother lived here.
He and his brother lived in the same bedroom and on the same bed, and he slept next to his brother every night.
Originally they had been living in a tube-shaped building. There were no other children there. He didn't think there was anything strange about him and his brother, and they lived happily every day.
Because he was thin and cute, his grandparents in the tube-shaped building would often give him a candy, an egg, or a slightly wilted apple, which was enough to make him happy for the whole day.
He also has an older brother who loves him very much, although he doesn't talk much. Every night, his brother washes his dirty feet, tells him stories, and teaches him to write.
His elder brother was very capable and could do everything. He was just a child, but he reclaimed the wasteland in front of the tube building and planted tomatoes, cucumbers and watermelons. He also built a pergola not far away.
In the summer evenings, people in the tube-shaped buildings would gather there to enjoy the cool air and eat watermelons.
Yang Mei sat on a bamboo chair woven by a disabled grandfather, swinging her feet and eating watermelon, and she could hear many stories.
Whenever he heard something happy, he would pass the watermelon in his hand to his brother's mouth, and his brother would take a bite every time.
When he heard something scary, he would shrink into his brother's arms. The watermelon juice on his hands and face would stain his brother's white T-shirt red, but he would not say a word.
When he looked up at his brother's face and the fiery sunset, he felt very happy.
He had been like this for a few years, thinking he was happy and normal, and living in a good place.
It was not until the grandfather who had made chairs for him in the tube building died that his son finally showed up with his family.
The grandfather had a grandson who was about the same age as him. It was the first time for him to meet someone of the same age, so he was very curious and often rubbed against him.
The boy probably didn't hate him, but he always raised his chin and looked at him with his eyes downcast when he spoke.
"Why haven't you been to school for two days? You're so old, haven't you been to school yet?"
"Where are your parents? You don't have either one, do you?"
He said as a matter of course: "Yes, I don't have a father or a mother, but I have a brother."
“Hahahahahaha!” The boy pointed at him and laughed, “You don’t have a mom and a dad, hahaha! How can there be a child without a mom and a dad, hahaha!”
That was the first time Yang Mei realized that laughter could make people uncomfortable.
He went back with his head down and didn't eat much for dinner.
His brother noticed his distress and asked him, "What's wrong? Don't you like eating?"
He asked his brother: "Do all children have a father and a mother? Also, do all children go to school? What is school like?"
For the first time, his brother did not answer his question.
At that time, his brother was omnipotent in his mind, and could always answer all his questions. His lack of response made him more curious and concerned. He couldn't sleep at night, and kept thinking about the boy's smile at that time. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.
This went on for two days, and on the third day his brother took him out of the tube building.
He saw the outside world, with tall buildings, busy traffic, and many, many people.
He was like a little ant who had strayed into the vast world. He would take several steps back when a car passed by.
The brother was not afraid at all. He kept holding his hand and pulled him across the strange and scary road. They turned several corners and his legs started to hurt before they stopped at a place.
"That's the school." The elder brother pointed to the red buildings in front of them and said, "It's an elementary school."
When they arrived, it was almost time for school to end in the afternoon. He saw more and more people gathering at the school gate. When the school bell rang, they each took a child and left.
My brother said: "They are parents who came to pick up their children, many of them are fathers and mothers."
From then on, after entering a new world, he would often ask his brother to take him to the school gate. They would sit on the steps not far from the school gate, and he would watch intently as the children were picked up by their parents.
He asked his brother why they didn't go to school, and his brother said couldn't he teach him.
Yes. Because he has his brother to teach him, he is not so eager to go to school.
Just Mom, Dad...
He watched as some mothers would bring snacks to pick up their children, some mothers would gently kiss their children on the face, and some fathers would pick up their children with one hand and raise both hands high.
After watching it a few times, he asked his brother if they would also have a father and a mother.
When his brother didn't answer him, he hugged his brother's arm and shook him. His brother could not refuse him. It was the same that time. He said that they were also born by their parents.
"Where are they then?" he asked.
The eleven-year-old boy sat with a thin, straight back and a thin face that looked dim in the rosy sunset. "They're lost."
When he was a child, after walking out of the tube building, Yang Mei’s favorite thing to do was to go to the gate of the primary school and watch other children’s parents pick them up. Even though the school was far away from the tube building, his legs were sore from walking back and forth, as if they could also be picked up by their parents at the place where parents picked up their children.
He had forgotten how many times he had gone there, and he was actually picked up by his parents.
When he first found out they were his mom and dad, he asked, "Are you lost?"
Mom and Dad said yes, they were lost and now they have finally found them.
They finally have a mom and a dad.
He is very happy.
But my brother doesn't seem very happy.
His mother told him, "Your brother despises us. Your father and I are really useless and can't give you a good life."
Their lives were indeed not much better than those in the tube-shaped building. The family of four squeezed into a dark and small house in the urban village. The father had a weak leg and could not go out to work, so they relied entirely on his brother.
At that time, they had a household registration and could go to school. My brother went directly to junior high school. While attending classes, he worked as a tutor and a waiter, and earned money to pay for his tuition and accommodation fees.
He really wanted to be with his family and save on accommodation fees, so he did not live in school. He gave his accommodation and living expenses to his poor mother and rode a bicycle to and from school every day.
My brother's face became even colder.
Dad often loses his temper during meals, "Why are you making such a stinky face? If you dislike us, just get out!"
My brother would always leave directly, and come back the next day to sleep with him in their little room.
Every time he would hold his brother's arm and say to him: "Brother, please don't leave, okay? What will I do if you leave?"
My brother would always say “hmm” every time.
He was afraid that his brother would leave. He didn't know what to do when his brother was gone. He had been raised under the protection of his brother and didn't know how to handle this kind of relationship alone. He was really stupid.
Not only is he stupid, he is also physically stupid. He was hit by a car when he was riding his bicycle back and was admitted to the hospital.
He was so scared when he saw so much blood that he kept holding his brother's hand and crying, "Brother, brother, am I going to die? If I die, I'm going to die, what are you going to do?"
At that time, when he saw his brother's expression, he realized that he could not live without his brother, and his brother could not live without him.
The elder brother is very capable, but he has no one around him. He has no concept of home, no friends, and only a clingy younger brother who holds him back.
My brother said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
After saying that, he left.
When he woke up halfway, he saw his brother arguing fiercely with his parents outside the ward.
When he woke up again, he had been wheeled out of the operating room.
When he was able to speak, he asked his brother where the money came from, and his brother said it was a scholarship given to him by the high school.
He asked his brother: "Am I a burden to you?"
My brother smiled and said, "Thank you for holding me back and not letting me drift away."
He also smiled and was very happy holding his brother's hand.
He decided not to be a burden to his brother, so he studied very hard and, with his brother's careful guidance, was admitted to his brother's university, even though his outstanding brother had already been given an exception to study for a doctorate degree.
Everything was moving in the right direction, and their family life was getting better, except that the older brother still didn't like his parents.
On one side were his parents whom he had been waiting for for a long time, and on the other side was his favorite brother. He had tried to bring them closer, but it was of no use.
"Forget it. He looks down on us from the bottom of his heart. We don't expect anything from him. We just need you to care about our sister." said the mother.
The good times didn't last long before they were drawn into the game.
Yang Mei will never forget that game. It was in a bar. His parents took him to the bar to drink adult wine for the first time to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. But his brother somehow got there and joined them in the game.
He was particularly scared in the game because there was a blood drunkard in the bar in the game world who liked to brew wine with human blood.
His brother told him, "Don't be afraid, I have been into the game and I have the game skills to protect you."
He asked curiously: "What skill is it?"
Brother: "To put it simply, it means that what I think can be successful to a certain extent. I just need to think about it in my heart and speak it out loud."
At that time, he thought his brother's skill was amazing. He was so happy that his brother had this skill that he forgot to be afraid.
But, not long after, everything changed.
When the father couldn't run any longer and hugged his legs during the escape, the brother suddenly collapsed and shouted, "Why aren't you dead? It would be better if you were dead!"
Not long after he finished speaking, blood from his parents' bodies spurted out and splashed all over his face.
He will always remember the streams of blood spurting out of his parents' bodies like tiny fountains, the temperature of their blood, the frightened and pleading looks in his parents' eyes, and his brother's subconscious action of covering his mouth.
"You...you got what you wished for."
These were my mother's last words.
After she said this, her body was covered by the blood drunkards and soon turned into a mummy.
"Did you get what you wanted?" he asked his brother.
He didn't answer him.
"Did you really think that just now? Have you had this idea for a long time?" he asked again.
He was silent for a few seconds and said, "Yes."
"Aren't you born by your parents?" he asked.
He answered quickly this time, "I am."
"Then why?" He wiped the blood off his face and asked in despair, "Why?"
Yang Yi has not answered his question to this day.
Later, Yang Mei also became a skilled player. He joined the Game Management Bureau's assault team and gradually became a famous player with many teammates.
Yang Yi was a member of the Tourism Administration Bureau one step earlier than him. When he was studying for his doctorate, his supervisor brought him into the Tourism Administration Bureau Research Institute to study games.
When Yang Mei first entered the Tourism Administration, he didn't know that he was also there. Later, they met by chance at the headquarters of the Tourism Administration. He looked at him for a long time without being able to say anything, and walked around him.
He had heard a lot of bad things about Yang Yi in the assault team. He was an emotionless researcher who was punished several times for excessively studying the players' bodies. At that time, in order to study the game, he drove Erwa to collapse and destroyed an entire research institute. If it weren't for his unparalleled talent, he would have been kicked out of the Game Management Bureau at that time.
He would then recall the expression on Erwa's face when he was as old as him and ate watermelon while leaning in his arms.
He thought about the death of his parents again, and said to himself, oh, ever since he acquired these skills, he has gradually become the cold-blooded person he is now.
He had always resented him and always thought so.
Until I heard them discussing hyperthymesia in this game.
As far as he could remember, his brother had only spoken peacefully to his parents once, which he heard outside the door.
Mom asked my brother, "You, what is that, what is the situation? Did they tell me?"
My brother didn't look happy, but he wasn't cold or impatient either. He said, "It's hyperthymesia."
At night he asked his brother: "What is hyperthymesia?"
His brother replied succinctly: "As the name suggests, it means an extraordinary memory."
"That's true." He nodded. "Brother has a very good memory. He remembers everything clearly. When he reads, he is like a camera clicking. It's amazing."
When she heard what true hyperthymesia was, Yang Mei suddenly thought of a lot of things, many things she had never thought about before.
When he was a child living in a tube-shaped building, he woke up at night and saw his brother sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to him, looking up at the narrow window, wondering what he was thinking. Sometimes he would hold his head with his fingers trembling.
When he asked him what was wrong, he always said he had a nightmare.
Many times, he found that his brother suddenly stopped talking and seemed to be in a daze.
The day before his elder brother's college entrance examination, he suddenly came home and asked his father if he could accompany him to the exam, saying that he was afraid he would not be able to sleep without him.
…
His sudden collapse was because he suddenly realized how much painful time Yang Yi had experienced without his knowledge.
It was because he realized that even if Yang Yi killed his parents, whom he had prayed for countless times since he was a child, he could not hate him completely and still felt sad for him.
He vaguely realized that he could live without his parents, but he could not live without his brother.
After seeing Xia Bai's words, he became even more devastated and upset.
In fact, he had thought about this possibility, but he deliberately blocked him for so many years. He was unwilling to ask and subconsciously unwilling to accept this fact.
Seeing Yang Mei crying, Xia Bai didn’t know what to do.
Before tonight, he had never seen Yang Mei cry. Yang Mei would pout, but she seemed to have no idea what crying was.
He looked at Ling Changye. Ling Changye read what Xia Bai had typed to Yang Mei and added: [If you have anything to say, type it down below. Don't delay our study time. This game is delaying our study time just to get us killed.]
Yang Mei was crying while typing for them. Maybe it was because of the crying or because his fingers couldn't keep up with the brain signals, but his fingers were shaking and he even hiccuped while typing.
“…”
After talking for a while, he handed the phone to Xia Bai.
[You are right. I wish I were as smart as you. I want to know why he hates his parents so much. He told me that we were also born by our parents.]
Yang Mei also repeatedly recalled the past days, and he found a strange point: his parents always said in front of him that his brother disliked them.
Every time they used the word "dislike", no matter whether they were calm or excited, they would never say that their brother resented or hated them, they just said that they disliked them.
This word was repeatedly instilled in him, and he thought that his smart and capable brother was just looking down on his parents for being incompetent, so he didn't think much about it.
However, the brother's attitude towards them is actually more than just disdain, it should be disgust, or even hatred.
Yang Mei used to think that it was because he lost his parents. Later, after not being with Yang Yi for a few years, he realized that Yang Yi was not a person with such strong hatred. As a researcher, he allowed mistakes to happen, and it must not be this mistake.
Xia Bai: “…”
His former stand-in resigned himself to being the messenger and handed his cell phone to Yang Yi who was standing at the door.
Yang Yi lowered his head and read their entire conversation, including the long string of words Xia Bai sent to Yang Mei.
He lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"I really admire you." Hua Haoming said, "You are doing scientific research and your mouth is falling off, right? You still don't say anything at this time. Okay, let's watch Yang Mei die together."
"Also, I discovered something." Hua Haoming pointed at Yang Yi and said, "You look like someone who is ahead of the times, but you are actually one of those old-fashioned and backward parents who thinks that not saying anything is good for the child!"
"Can you please take a look?" Hua Haoming said, "Look at his current situation and his tears! Is this good for him?"
Yang Yi pursed his lips tightly and still didn't turn his head, but he picked up the phone.
I didn't expect that Hua Haoming's angry attack would actually work.
Yang Yi was typing on Xia Bai's phone, stopping and starting. No one urged him. Yang Mei turned her head and looked at him intently.
About half an hour later, Yang Yi walked up to Yang Mei with the phone and put it in his hand.
Xia Bai, who was standing next to Yang Mei, saw the contents clearly.
[Sorry, Meimei. Our parents are a pair of gamblers.]
They were addicted to gambling, not only did they lose all their family fortune, but they also owed a lot of terrible gambling debts. That year, the creditor came to their house and broke my father's leg, forcing them to pay off the gambling debt immediately.
How can they afford to pay it back? There is nothing left in the family except debt.
No, they have two more sons.
In order to avoid being beaten to death, they decided to push Yang Mei out. To say they were pushing Yang Mei out actually meant selling her to them.
But Yang Mei alone was not enough to pay off the debt, so they wanted to sell him to them as well.
However, Yang Mei, who was only three years old at that time, was very popular. He was not old enough to remember things, so he could be sold to others as a son and raised well. But he was already over eight years old, not only could he remember things, but he was also very sensible, so those people said he was worthless.
"It's valuable!" The mother cried and hugged the man's legs, "Please let my husband go, he is valuable, he has a photographic memory, his teachers and classmates at school know it, if you don't believe me, go and ask around!"
Yang Yi did have a photographic memory, so he still remembers that it was 16:23:09. The setting sun fell on the red and swollen right side of his mother's face. Her saliva flowed onto the man's black rain boots, and then onto the homework book that was stepped on, and disappeared into the rain and mud.
Because of his ability, he was valued by a professor at an underground research institute, who wanted to buy him at a high price. The research institute was funded by a company to develop a brain tonic that was said to improve memory.
He said, "Buy my brother as well and take good care of him, and I will cooperate with your research."
In that underground research institute, he spent a period of time that he would recall every detail of over and over again in countless nights to come.
Every time he wanted to resist, they would bring Yang Mei over. Yang Mei was very fair and loved to smile. She was particularly eye-catching in that underground research institute.
It was probably from that time that Yang Mei became his tranquilizer.
Thanks to the professor, he knew he had hyperthymesia, but his hyperthymesia was different from that of others. He could not only remember every second of his past experiences and feelings, but he could also remember every word and punctuation mark he saw in the textbook.
The professor felt that a small business was not as valuable as him, and asked him if he was willing to learn from him and change the world with him.
He agreed, and after studying with him for a while, he injected hallucinogens into his body.
That night, he took Yang Mei's hand and escaped from the underground laboratory.
The moon was very round that night, and the dew on the grass leaves remained cool on their ankles. He was nine years old and Yang Mei was four years old.
He knew his parents' character. Gambling addicts could sell them once, and they could sell them countless times. So he did not take Yang Mei home, but took her to a tube-shaped building that seemed to have been forgotten by the world.
At that time, he thought that he would raise Yang Mei and he could raise her well.
It was like this for the past two years. Yang Mei grew up happily, often with her eyes curved with smiles.
He thought he could really raise Yang Mei into a carefree, cheerful person, and it didn't matter if she was a little stupid.
But later he asked him, don’t they have a father and a mother?
He loved sitting at the gate of a primary school, watching the children being picked up by their parents and then returning to the tube-shaped building in silence.
Yang Yi accompanied him every time. He saw his young and beautiful eyes staring at his parents as they took the children away. Only after everyone had left would he lower his head and take a bite of the cucumber he had been holding for a long time.
Then he craned his neck to take a look at their backs. At that time, his long eyelashes were drooping, and he could not see much light.
He realized that he couldn't raise him well. Not all children are like him. Yang Mei needs his parents, so eagerly, carefully, and expectantly.
After watching it countless times, he finally accepted the fact.
Their parents came and they were taken away.
As he expected, gamblers will not change, and once people become gamblers, they seem to lose the ability to work normally.
All the money he gave to Yang Mei was sucked away by them. He borrowed money from all over the world, even mortgaged himself, and the money for Yang Mei's surgery was also gambled away by them.
They used Yang Mei as a lead to lead him, and they became more and more skilled in doing so.
After he went to college, they saw his ability to make money, and their desire to gamble became even stronger and they could not suppress it, even though he made it clear that he would never give them and Yang Mei a penny again.
[That time they took you to the bar was because they owed terrible gambling debts again, and they wanted to send you to the bed of a male creditor in the bar.]
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