Tang had heard this question before when he was talking with Lu Yan, but Lu Yan didn't tell him at that time and asked him to ask himself.
It wasn't a past that needed to be hidden; Tang simply didn't want to talk about it. "My parents died in the war, and my boss's father took me home when I was very young."
In that era when orphans had almost no way to survive, being able to have a home to sleep at and food to eat was a great blessing.
Even though he suffered a lot to become what he is now, that place is his home and Lu Yan is his master.
"I understand, my mother's home." Lin Su said clearly.
Tang turned his head to look at him: "..."
"You are mine, so what's wrong with that being your parents' home?" Lin Su asked with a smile.
Tang remembered his previous acquiescence, and caught a glimpse of the two people behind him who were listening with their ears perked up. He turned his head away without saying anything.
His people?
Is a person whose hands are stained with countless blood really worthy of so-called love?
It didn't take long to return to Tiffany, the familiar castle, and the extremely beautiful flower garden with roses blooming in it.
It’s just that he used to hide here and harbored ill will towards the people here, but now he appears here openly and protects him.
Tang's eyes were fixed on the flowers. Lin Su glanced at them briefly, picked the most blossoming one from the seedlings, and handed it to Tang, saying, "This is for you. This is the latest variety. It blooms continuously all year round with all its might, but it needs to be replanted the following year."
Tang looked at it for a while, then took the flower and said, "That's fine."
It is good to be able to burn out your life within a limited time and dedicate the best moments.
"It's really good. It tells us a truth: when there are flowers to be picked, pick them immediately, and don't wait until there are no flowers left to break the branches." Lin Su tore off a petal from the flower and put it on Tang's lips, then leaned over and gave him a kiss.
Although there is a layer between them, it still carries the fragrance of flowers.
In a limited life, if you cannot love the people you want to love and do the things you want to do, how can you bloom to the utmost brilliance?
Tang's heart was beating like a drum. He knew that this man could lie, talk, calculate people's hearts, and would take revenge... but none of it could resist the obsession at this moment.
Tang moved his lips and took the petal into his mouth. At such a close distance, he felt the man's eyes seemed to light up, and then he gave him a kiss that he had never felt so deep before.
The petals had long been broken, but the fragrance seemed to still linger in my nose.
When the kiss ended, Lin Su leaned against his forehead and said, "Does the vampire count as taking the little rose home?"
Tang Zai tried to calm himself down, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "I don't know."
"Then take your time to think about it. There's no rush." Lin Su held his wrist and led him into the castle. "We have plenty of time anyway."
He didn't believe that it was inevitable. If Lin Su were in that position, and the person was a habitual liar and he had hurt him, but he still spoke sweet words and was tender and affectionate to him, he would also suspect that this person had bad intentions.
Just having this beginning now, many problems will no longer be problems.
The two walked away together, oblivious to the surroundings. The castle servant slowly turned around and followed behind Lin Su. Abu, who was completely ignored, punched Cha Wei's chest and said, "See? The old man knows a lot. Learn from him."
Cha Wei responded sullenly, "Well, first of all, you have to look good."
Abu: “…”
Damn, the reality of the world.
If he had gone up and said those words in this state, Tang would probably have killed him with a single blow.
"Temperament is also important." Cha Wei added.
Abu looked up at him and said, "Your mouth is for eating, not talking all the time."
If he keeps talking like this, he'll lose his mind.
Lin Su did not directly arrange for Tang to live in the same room with him, but they were just next door. In terms of familiarity with the castle, Lin Su ranked first, and Tang might be second.
After all, if you don't understand the terrain here, some methods will encounter unexpected obstacles. But the most unexpected person here is actually Lin Su.
Having a private room made Tang feel a little relieved, but he froze when he saw the layout of the room.
The rooms he destroyed were mainly simple gray and black, but this room was extremely bright with warm white and lemon yellow. Although the bed sheet was a low-key and simple gray, the lemon and strawberry dolls scattered on it and the huge bear placed next to it were out of tune with him.
It looked like a child's room, not his.
"Do you like it?" Lin Su asked behind him.
Tang turned around and saw a smiling pig stuffed animal in his hand.
Such a cute doll should not suit him, but he not only hugged it, but also poked the blush on the pig's face and said, "I originally wanted to find a Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, but the one I made was too ugly. This one looks better. I'll give it to you."
Tang Ben wanted to refuse, but for some unknown reason he took the piglet and asked, "Why do you think I would like this?"
"If you don't like plush toys, there are also Lego toys here, as well as the fairy tale books I collected." Lin Su pushed his backpack and took him to see.
The compartments of the cabinet are filled with all kinds of toys, the kind that little boys yearn for and like, almost all of them are here.
He had only glanced at the fairy tale book that was so humiliating that he was always teased by Luo Yue. He didn't expect that it was also here.
This is childhood.
His missing childhood.
He was not born a killer, nor was he born to take lives. At first, he would be afraid and cry for killing a rabbit, but he didn't know when that memory became blurred.
Perhaps he occasionally envied the children who pestered their mothers for candy, or perhaps he caught a glimpse of the dazzling array of toys he wanted to have as a child when passing by somewhere.
But those were just the vaguest scenes forgotten in the boundless memory, but now the softest places were all dug out by the person in front of him with the most powerful means.
Tang's breathing was a little rapid. A killer should not have weaknesses, should not be soft-hearted because of emotions, should not be attached to such things that confuse the mind, and should not think of those nights when he cried and hugged himself.
He was trembling all over, but the next moment he was enveloped in the man's warm embrace, as if a touch of warmth had been added to countless dark and lonely nights.
"I know you can definitely buy these with your financial resources, but I want to give them to you." He said these words that could touch the softest part of people's hearts.
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