genius
From summer to winter and spring, Shao Liyin received countless calls from Principal Zhang, the Dean of Studies, and Xiaolai's homeroom teacher. He just smiled and said, "None of us can interfere with Xiaolai's future. If you really want to do this for Xiaolai's own good, I hope you won't bother him."
It was not until the phoenix flowers bloomed the following year and the college entrance examination was just around the corner that the principals gave up persuading them.
Ten days before the college entrance examination was Tong Xiaolai’s seventeenth birthday.
Shao Linyin got up very early. With the lesson learned from last year, the first thing he did was to go to the cake shop to order cakes. He also ordered two couple's cakes and said with a smile that he would buy two this time.
He had already made the crystal wind chime in advance. Aside from the carving, the shape was becoming increasingly similar. He held the wind chime in his hand and gently shook it, feeling satisfied. That evening, after work, he didn't go out to deliver food, but went straight home.
History always repeats itself in a surprising way. Shao Linyin curled her lips, wondering why she always ran into Xiaolai at home.
When he opened the door, the room was brightly lit again, but no one was in the room. Xiaolai's schoolbag fell to the ground, the zipper broke, and some textbooks and test papers were scattered out.
"This child doesn't even know how to put down his schoolbag." He put down the cake in his hand, picked up the schoolbag on the ground and put it on the desk, and then carefully sorted out the scattered books and test papers.
There was a sound of water splashing coming from the bathroom.
Taking a shower so early? On such a special day, Shao Linyin didn't know what he was thinking about, and his face turned red.
He rubbed his cheeks. What was he thinking about, Shao Linyin!
He opened the cake, put the candles on it, smelled the fragrance of the cream again, licked his lips, and suppressed the urge to stretch out his finger to scrape some.
Just sat in the chair and waited.
After waiting for half an hour, the sound of water in the bathroom never stopped. He frowned unconsciously. If he kept flushing like this, he would get sick.
He stood up and knocked on the bathroom door: "Xiaolai, are you okay?"
Apart from the sound of splashing water, there was no movement.
"Xiao Lai? You can't stay in the water for too long, or you'll get sick."
"Laughing?"
"Come on, I'm coming in."
Shao Linyin pushed open the bathroom door. The whole bathroom was cold. Tong Xiaolai was still wearing his school uniform. He was huddled in the corner. His clothes were completely soaked. He hugged his knees with his arms. His eyes were dazed and terrified, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Shao Linyin took one look and felt suffocated. He rushed over, turned off the shower, and hugged Tong Xiaolai tightly.
"Xiaolai, what's wrong with you?"
"Xiao Lai, tell me what happened, okay..."
There was a chill beneath his embrace, and his entire body trembled. He knew this trembling all too well; it was fear, not cold.
"Laugh..."
"Laugh, I'm here, don't be afraid."
He picked up the curled-up Tong Xiaolai, carried him into the room, put him on the bed, carefully took off his clothes, dried his hair, tucked in the quilt for him, then squatted beside him, looking at Xiaolai with fear in his eyes.
I stroked his back again and again, trying to stop his shaking body.
Tong Xiaolai grabbed his hand: "Brother Li..."
"I am here."
"Hold me, hold me."
"Okay." Shao Liyin went to bed and held Tong Xiaolai in his arms. Tong Xiaolai curled up into a ball, but he was still so small in his arms.
Shao Linyin no longer asked him what happened. If it was an extremely painful memory, then he would never think about it again.
No matter what happens, he will always be able to protect his Xiaolai, because he only has one Xiaolai in this life.
I don’t know how long I held him, but the trembling of the body in my arms finally subsided little by little. Shao Linyin thought he had fallen asleep, so she prepared to get up and pour him a cup of hot water.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, the person in his arms grabbed his clothes. He stopped and continued to hold her.
"He's here." A light and deep voice came from my arms.
"who……"
"Him." Tong Xiaolai's voice was very low, and this single word was filled with fear.
Shao Liyin didn't ask any more questions, but patted his back gently: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can hurt you. Go to sleep, everything will be fine after a good sleep."
"It's not going to get better, it's not going to get better, Brother Li..." Her voice was filled with tears, and her clothes were soaked in an instant, "Brother Li, I haven't told you about the second family that adopted me.
He is a university professor, a famous scholar, a giant in the literary world, but he is… a madman! A demon! A beast in human form! "
Shao Linyin stopped talking and listened with a smile as he talked about the source of the fear that he had suppressed deep in his heart.
***
When Tong Xiaolai was eight years old, he was sent back to the orphanage by a couple for being "naughty and disobedient." Director Tong didn't scold him. Instead, she hugged him tightly, stroked his head, and comforted him, "It's okay."
He grew up in an orphanage, and Dean Tong is his "mother" in his heart. Dean Tong knows his temperament best.
But since then, he has become more taciturn than before. Perhaps because of his first adoption experience, he hates those who come to the welfare home to adopt.
While other children were crowding forward, trying to behave well and be liked by the adults, he was always alone, curled up in a corner, reading books, newspapers, and all the paper documents with words in the welfare home. He enjoyed this quiet time.
Until one day a month later, the welfare home welcomed a special adopter, and Director Tong's face was filled with uncontrollable joy.
"Children, this is Professor Fang Zhiheng."
Tong Xiaolai looked up at Professor Fang in the corner. He was wearing glasses, gentle, humble and polite, and exuded the aura of a scholarly family.
Professor Fang’s way of selecting children was very special. He gave each child a set of test questions.
"Children, just do what you think is right. There's no need to be nervous." Professor Fang's voice was also elegant and kind.
Dean Tong did not stop it, because many adoptive parents were worried that their children might have psychological problems and would conduct some tests. However, she did not expect that Tong Xiaolai, the child she was most worried about, was selected by Professor Fang after completing the test.
Dean Tong was happy in his heart. Professor Fang was an excellent parent in every aspect.
Tong Xiaolai followed Professor Fang and lived in a big villa.
When we arrived at the villa and closed the gate, that gate seemed like a dividing line.
The sun was shining brightly outside the door, and Tong Xiaolai inside the door suddenly felt a chill. The chill came from Professor Fang.
He seemed like a different person, and the aura around him made people think of the word "madman".
The madman stood in front of him, his eyes flashing with excitement, madness and paranoia. He stared at him as if he was staring at a rare treasure. The smile on his face made people feel eerie.
Tong Xiaolai instinctively wanted to escape, but before he could reach the gate, he was caught by the madman. The madman held his shoulders with both hands and shook him: "I found you, I knew you must exist in this world!"
The madman opened the test paper he had taken at the welfare home, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable joy: "Do you know what this is?"
Tong Xiaolai was frightened and his little body was trembling.
"This is an IQ test, and you scored 180, 180!! Do you know what that means?"
Tong Xiaolai didn't understand at all. He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible, but he couldn't move at all.
"This means you are a genius, hahahaha, my IQ test score was only 150!" The madman's eyes flashed with light, staring at Tong Xiaolai and unable to let go, like a hungry wolf that finally saw its prey.
"From now on, your name will be Fang Zheyuan, a wise and sage character, as vast as the ink abyss. Hahahaha, I've been looking for you for three years, and I finally found you. From now on, you will be my son, and you will be my most outstanding work!"
The thoughts of a madman are always hard to understand. Tong Xiaolai was pulled by him, looking left and right, and seemed a little worried: "No, I have to give you some more tests!"
From then on, Tong Xiaolai spent every day in the study. Professor Fang did not send him to school. All the books he was given were profound and obscure world classics, covering various fields such as psychology, medicine, chemistry, scientific research, crime, and forensics.
Tong Xiaolai loved reading, and was obsessed with being alone. The madman threw him into the study and didn't bother him except for three meals a day. He would occasionally think that this kind of life didn't seem so bad.
What he didn't expect was that these books were just to test how much he could understand and to what extent he could be developed. Naturally, the result did not disappoint the madman.
Later, the welfare home came to visit and the madman had to send him to school. The madman told him that studying the textbooks of those low-level ordinary people would tarnish his work.
He gave Tong Xiaolai a year to review the textbooks for the nine years of compulsory education, and still kept Tong Xiaolai at home, only taking him to take the exams during the final exams.
He always got full marks and excellent grades, and there were no signs of abuse on his body, so the teachers and the school couldn't say anything.
When he was eleven years old, Tong Xiaolai tried to escape. After being caught, he was put in the basement, which was right below their living room. Except for a bed, the basement was filled with books.
A week later, the madman came to the basement and showed him the news that the welfare home was closing, as well as Director Tong's address.
"If you still want to escape, the next time it won't be the welfare home that closes, it will be your home as the director."
Nothing can threaten Tong Xiaolai. For the orphan, the only bond is the dean who once took care of him.
Tong Xiaolai didn't dare to run away anymore. He seriously played the role of Professor Fang's outstanding genius son. On the surface, he attended the school that Professor Fang thought ordinary people should attend, but in fact, he was studying at home a course tailored for geniuses.
There is nothing wrong with such days. Tong Xiaolai likes to study.
A year later, the twelve-year-old Tong Xiaolai, in addition to his genius IQ, had already developed superior appearance, and Professor Fang's eyes changed when he looked at him.
When Tong Xiaolai was thirteen years old, there would always be someone beside his bed when he went to bed at night.
"My dear son, will you sleep with daddy?" The devilish hand was wandering over his body.
He was frightened and kicked forward, but the gap between him and the devil was not small, and the devil directly grabbed his foot.
"Son, our genes are both so excellent, how could we allow those despicable mortals to sully them? In this world, we are the only ones who are most suitable for each other. Do you know? This is why I have always insisted on not getting married. Those mortals are not worthy!
"Son, don't be afraid. We will have offspring too. Our offspring will only inherit our excellent genes. In two years, Dad will send you abroad for surgery. That way, we can have our own children!"
"Madman!" he roared.
"Yes, I am a madman. Every genius is a madman!" The madman laughed sinisterly, "You will become a madman in the future too! This is the fate of being a genius!"
The devil was about to come over, Tong Xiaolai picked up the pen on the bed and put it against his neck. The devil hesitated for a moment.
Tong Xiaolai stared at him, his eyes full of determination: "Since you said I'm a genius, you should know that I can find my own aorta!"
The devil finally left. From then on, he no longer dared to turn off the lights and go to bed, and he always kept a fruit knife in his hand.
The more he did this, the more uncontrollably crazy the devil looked at him.
Finally one day, the devil's beastly nature was completely released. In the chaos, he stabbed the devil's abdomen with a knife. After the man fainted, he fled in panic.
He didn't know where to run, so he went to Dean Tong's house first and asked her to join in quickly. He grabbed a handful of money he had saved, stuffed it all into the driver, got on a black car, and headed south, stopping in a southern coastal city.
***
"Everyone knows he's a great writer, a great scholar, a renowned university professor, and a genius who rose to fame at a young age. I'm the only one who knows these things, and no one would believe me if I told anyone else." Tong Xiaolai's voice was filled with despair. "Brother Li, he's here, with that scar on his abdomen. He said he'd definitely take me back..."
Shao Linyin felt suffocated with heartache and pain, her throat felt tight, and she couldn't utter any words of comfort. She could only pat his back gently and comfort him over and over again.
Tong Xiaolai fell asleep in incoherent memories and fear. Shao Linyin got up, touched his hot body, went downstairs to buy some antipyretic drugs and fever patches, helped him put on the fever patches, made the fever-reducing drugs, woke him up and fed him the drugs, then coaxed him back to sleep.
Night after night, Tong Xiaolai's phone and his phone kept ringing. They were all calls from the principal.
"Hey, Xiao Shao, I finally answered the phone. What happened to Tong Xiaolai? He suddenly ran off during the award ceremony yesterday, and I haven't been able to contact him since."
Shao Liyin glanced at the person on the bed, took his phone to the balcony, closed the door, and then said in a low voice: "Sorry, Principal, Xiaolai may need to take some time off..."
"What do you mean by a period of time?" the principal's voice broke. "The college entrance exam is in ten days. How many days is a period of time? Will the college entrance exam still be held? Isn't this just a waste of time?"
"I know." Shao Liyin whispered, "There's no rush for the college entrance exam. Xiaolai is still young. It doesn't have to be this year. Next year is fine."
"..." The principal choked for a moment and couldn't help complaining, "I should have told him to choose direct admission..."
Shao Liyin didn't want to continue this topic. He had other questions: "Principal Zhang, what award ceremony was there yesterday? Why did Xiaolai suddenly run away? Can you help me explain the details so I can understand what happened?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then the person spoke: "This is quite strange. Tong Xiaolai looked like he saw a ghost yesterday. I can't really explain it. Come over sometime and check the surveillance footage. It's a complete paranormal event! Tell me honestly, can Tong Xiaolai see something that we can't?"
Shao Liyin: "...Principal, educators, you must believe in science."
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