After 11 p.m., the East House becomes as quiet as a haunted house, with only the wall lamps in the corridor left on.
A slender figure walked out of the room, paused for a moment at the door of the small room opposite, and then walked towards the electronic door.
The corridor window was pushed open, and the evening breeze blew the curtains, making Mu Yiran shiver. She rubbed her eyes and, like a strange creature, climbed the stairs.
After being startled awake by Shi Youxi in her dream, she couldn't fall back asleep. She was also a little hungry, so she went downstairs in the dark to the servants' break room and grabbed a loose bread roll to eat.
As soon as she reached the second floor, she immediately saw a faint light peeking through a half-open electronic door at the end of the corridor.
The door was closed when she came back last night, so why is the light on now?
Was Youxi still awake at that time?
Why would you run into a room full of dolls in the middle of the night?
Do you want to listen to those puppets tell bedtime stories?!
Mu Yiran has always had a penchant for courting death since she was a child. For example, she is timid but likes to watch horror movies at midnight with Dolby speakers on.
Or, when going to a secret room, the more likely there are traps or NPCs to appear, the more she wants to check if it's real, and then she ends up being tackled by an NPC in a conspicuous way.
So this time is not surprising.
She could have easily ignored it and gone back to her room to continue sleeping, but she didn't.
Mu is her surname, and courting death is her life's destiny.
At its core, it's all about rebellion.
So Mu walked towards the electronic door, slipped through the half-open gap without even touching it.
The light was coming from the dark room inside the room. She went in and saw Shi Youxi wearing pajamas.
The boy had his back to her, muttering, "Thank you, Mother."
The next second, the boy noticed the movement behind him. He turned around, and the moment he saw Mu Yiran, his dark phoenix eyes lit up.
His freshly washed hair stood up in a messy, upright manner. Shi Youxi laughed, the light and shadow illuminating his slightly puffed-up cheeks. He said to Mu Yiran, "Sister, you caught me again."
"..."
In the dead of night, a boy sat among a pile of dolls, talking to himself. The scene looked eerie no matter how you looked at it.
Mu Yiran nervously rubbed her hands together. The small bread she had stuffed into her sleeve made a rustling sound from the plastic packaging, which was amplified countless times in the deathly silent room.
"What are you doing?"
Mu Yiran took a few steps forward and looked at Shi Youxi, who was holding something.
"Can't you sleep?" She bent down and approached the boy, smelling the scent of shower gel emanating from his body from the blankets.
Shi Youxi reacted somewhat slowly. He turned his whole body around, and Mu Yiran saw that his hands were empty.
"I'm looking at the birthday present my mother gave me." Shi Youxi's face showed a hint of joy.
"Birthday present? Didn't your birthday come a long time ago?" Mu Yiran saw Shi Youxi's birth date in his information, which was in early August.
But today is August 23rd.
Upon hearing this, Shi Youxi shook her head. "My birthday is today."
Mu Yiran was puzzled again. What the heck? Could it be that he's really not her biological son? Is Shi Youxi an illegitimate child?
Did you change your birthday so that no one would know?
But that's not the point right now.
Mu Yiran looked around but didn't see anything special. Then she suddenly remembered the remote control that Shi Youxi had hidden that afternoon.
Did he come here in the middle of the night to hide gifts?
Very likely.
Mu Yiran then asked him, "What gift? Young Master, can you show it to me?"
Shi Youxi put his hands behind his back and smiled mysteriously, "I won't give it to you, it was made by my mother herself."
"Hey, take a look, I won't tell." Mu Yiran raised her hand and said.
Shi Youxi remained unmoved, tugging at his collar. "It's a very nice bow tie."
"Oh...oh?" Mu Yiran pouted like a fighting rooster, then frowned and leaned closer to Shi Youxi's neck.
Beneath his pulled-back collar, his pale skin was covered with crisscrossing red marks.
Mu Yiran carefully pulled it open, making sure she wasn't seeing things. She licked her dry lips and met Shi Youxi's gaze.
"Young master, what is this?"
Shi Youxi remained seated, but Mu Yiran lost patience and began to grope him like a lecherous old man.
The collar was pulled open, and the clothes were lifted up.
From Shi Youxi's arms, waist, and chest, there were old, shallow scratches, as well as new, red, broken skin scratches.
Mu Yiran frowned as she looked at the scratches. Was she just dreaming?
Mu Yiran was somewhat confused as to why Shi Youxi really had these marks on his body.
She pinched her cheek, thinking, "I'm not dreaming."
So why does Shi Youxi also have the same mark on his body? Could it really be like in the dream, that Bai Shengsheng made it?
Bai Shengsheng is insane! She's using her own son as a substitute for her lover?!
Is this something a human being would do?
No wonder Shi Youxi has this kind of personality; it seems that "inheriting one's mother's profession" is hereditary.
Mu Yiran asked hesitantly, "Was it... your mother who did it?"
Shi Youxi lowered his head and did not answer, but Mu Yiran already knew the answer from the gloomy aura emanating from him.
Shi Youxi was also looking at the scars on his arm. He could vaguely feel the tingling pain of needles slicing through his skin. This was his understanding of maternal love since he was old enough to understand.
pain.
Bai Shengsheng's love for him only caused Shi Youxi pain.
Looking at the expressionless boy, Mu Yiran felt a pang of sadness. If the dream was real, was Youxi also as sorrowful and lonely as in the dream?
Mu Yiran was so immersed in the tender moment that she couldn't pull herself out. When the skin at the corner of her mouth tightened, she came back to her senses and saw Shi Youxi pinching her cheek with great interest.
"Young Master, what are you doing?" Mu Yiran pulled away his wicked hand.
"I want to pinch it too when I see my sister pinching it."
Shi Youxi rubbed his fingers, seemingly savoring the moment.
"But I was pinching my own face."
The implication is that you can make your own if you want.
Shi Youxi laughed and said matter-of-factly, "But my sister is mine."
What kind of domineering CEO statement is this?
Mu Yiran instantly withdrew the slight pang of heartache she felt for Shi Youxi; he didn't seem sad at all.
Mu Yiran gently pulled up his sleeve to cover the scars, her tone light, "Young Master, please don't get hurt again next time. I'm not a doctor, and it's tiring for me to keep applying medicine to you."
She ruffled Shi Youxi's hair with a vengeful gesture, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "With so many scars on your body, you're likely to scare young girls. Young Master, you won't be able to find a wife in the future."
Shi Youxi seemed to have heard something unusual and asked curiously, "How did you know, sister?"
The next second, as if he had thought of something, his eyes darkened, "Sister has seen other people's too?"
As a high-achieving student majoring in both jewelry design and fashion design, Mu Yiran had certainly seen it.
White, yellow, black, curvy, fleshy, all sorts of things.
She not only saw it, she touched it.
But look at Shi Youxi's dagger-like smile now, it's as if he'd pull out a 40-meter-long sword and chop her up if she dared to say "yes".
so……
"How could that be? No, I've never seen it before."
Hearing her confident tone, Shi Youxi sneered inwardly, thinking that she must have been with countless men.
Who are they?
Those parts of people that my sister saw and touched should be cut off and chopped up.
Those other people didn't have these scars, so did your sister find him ugly and scary...?
Mu Yiran was still talking nonsense, "The young master is so handsome, it would be too much of a waste to delay his marriage because of this."
Just kidding. With his status as the sole heir of the Shi family, he can have any woman he wants.
Even Mu Yiran herself thought it was ridiculous.
But Shi Youxi seemed to have taken it to heart. He rolled up his sleeves and leaned closer to her, "Does sister think it's ugly or scary?"
Mu Yiran blurted out, "Of course not."
Shi Youxi nodded and smiled, "It's no use feeling scared."
"..."
Then what the hell are you asking?
Shi Youxi straightened his clothes and was about to leave when Mu Yiran noticed that he wasn't even wearing shoes.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute."
Mu Yiran pulled him back. She glanced at the vintage wall clock; there were still ten minutes until 12 o'clock.
She plucked a candlestick from the decorative candlestick on the table next to her and took out the small bread she had planned to have as a midnight snack from her sleeve.
She remembered that the group of male dolls in the "family portrait" had lighters on them. Mu Yiran reached into the doll's suit pocket and pulled out a lacquerware lighter.
The candle was placed on the cake, but because the candle was so big, the small bread roll was bearing an undue weight, and Mu Yiran could only half-support it.
"You're going to celebrate my birthday? My birthday has already passed,"
Shi Youxi watched her busy herself aimlessly and felt that her behavior was meaningless.
"How long has passed? There are still a few minutes left. The wish I made today can still come true."
Shi Youxi looked at the teetering candle and asked, "Does it make any sense?"
His birth was inherently exploitative; he was Bai Shengsheng's appendage and Cheng Mo's substitute.
It was one of the ways the father controlled the mother.
It meant nothing to Shi Youxi himself.
"some."
Mu Yiran plucked a few strands of hair from the doll's wig. Since the candle had no wick, she lit it with the strands of hair.
“It makes sense to me.”
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With a "ding," a spark flew, igniting the wig and illuminating the faces of the two people.
Before Shi Youxi was the girl's excited expression. He looked at the bread that was almost pierced by the candle, and smelled the burning smell of a garbage dump.
This birthday was worse than any of his previous ones, more low than ever before, and he felt he would never forget it for the rest of his life.
When the fire was completely burned out, Shi Youxi gently blew on it.
In the darkness, the girl's eyes were like streetlights in the night, drawing people to stay in her glow and never want to return to the darkness.
Will all birthday wishes come true...?
He hoped that what the girl in front of him was telling the truth.
Shi Youxi's life is meaningful, starting today.
When the wig was set on fire, it emitted a fresher smell than toilet cleaner and also produced smoke.
Mu Yiran and Shi Youxi were surrounded by the smoky fire of Mars. For a moment, she thought she had accidentally stumbled into a world of cultivation.
Especially Shi Youxi, who was like a meditator, didn't move at all. Finally, just when the fire was about to go out and Mu Yiran was about to blow out the candles for Shi Youxi, he slowly let out a "whoosh".
The room briefly fell into darkness, but Mu Yiran turned on the remote control, and the room instantly lit up.
After sitting there for half a day, Shi Youxi's patience wore thin, and he pulled Mu Yiran to leave.
"Here, here's a gift, young master. This is a gift for you."
Shi Youxi frowned as he looked at the pair of fluorescent pink women's slippers with small floral patterns that Mu Yiran was carrying.
Shi Youxi: "..."
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