——Number seven died, and now I have become number seven.
Xiao Qi's hollow voice entered his mind, disturbing Shen Cheng's mood, which had just stabilized.
That number seven should be Xiaoqi's only spiritual support here, right?
But according to Shatang, when she was brought here, Xiaoqi was not like this now.
So how did Xiaoqi spend this period of time?
The corner that was her only hope of escape was closed again by that group of people, and at the same time, it also blocked the only remaining ray of hope in Xiaoqi's heart.
For a long time afterwards, Xiao Qi's mood gradually dimmed. Shen Cheng could clearly sense that Xiao Qi was getting closer and closer to the state of being a walking corpse...
They undergo rigorous training in a dark environment every day, eating food that barely maintains their body functions, with no one to communicate with them. They live like livestock, day after day.
Until one day, the cell door was opened, and a cat-eared girl covered in bruises was thrown into the cell. She curled up in the middle of the cell and twitched constantly.
"From today on, you are number eight."
The man who threw the girl in left a cold remark and turned away.
The other phantoms in the cell turned a blind eye, their eyes still empty.
Only Xiaoqi's heart was slightly touched when he saw the girl, but soon returned to stagnant state.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl who was twitching slightly on the ground gradually calmed down. She stood up, looked around at the other Huanyas in the cell, then hugged her body and limped to the corner of the wall, slowly squatting down.
"I... don't want to stay here..."
Listening to the girl's crying whisper, the shadow of Number Seven suddenly appeared in Xiaoqi's mind.
At that time, as No. 8, she was also curled up in the corner sobbing, and it was No. 7 who took the initiative to reach out to her.
And now, she has become number seven...
Hiding the repressed emotions deep in his heart, Xiao Qi pondered for a moment, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
Then, Xiaoqi stood up and slowly walked to the girl.
The girl heard the noise, slowly raised her head, and looked at Xiaoqi who was standing in front of her.
When she saw Xiaoqi's smile, the girl's clear eyes twitched slightly.
Xiaoqi slowly extended his hand towards the girl, just as No. 7 had done to her.
"Are you number eight? I'm number seven. Please give me your guidance."
…
Next, Xiaoqi seemed to have found his responsibility, just like No. 7 did before, to enlighten and encourage the next people.
From the eighth, to the ninth, to the tenth...
During this period, some people made mistakes and were dragged out and dealt with by those people, and their numbers were filled by those who came later.
During this period, although Xiaoqi was trying hard to encourage everyone, the eyes of the Huanyas were still gradually dimming.
However, no one gave up and everyone was looking forward to the arrival of hope.
As an encourager, Xiaoqi always has a smile on her face in front of everyone, but in fact, she is just silently bearing everything alone and hiding it in the deepest part of her heart.
Chen Cheng could see that Xiao Qi would often cry secretly at night alone to vent her emotions, but in order to prevent others from noticing anything unusual, she tried her best to suppress the sound.
The next day, Xiaoqi would put on her mask-like smile again. Even if it was stiff, she would still serve as everyone's spiritual pillar, allowing everyone to always maintain their last bit of sanity and not become walking corpses.
…
The illusion shattered and everything returned to darkness, marking the end of this memory.
Shen Cheng slowly opened his eyes. Perhaps because he had been in Xiao Qi's memory for too long, the morning sunlight was a little dazzling to Shen Cheng's eyes.
After all, Xiao Qi had always spent his time in a dark cell in his memory, and the feeling of suddenly seeing the light of day again made Shen Cheng somewhat uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the ups and downs of this memory were relatively gentle and did not stimulate Shen Cheng's wolf nature.
But... Chen Cheng could also truly feel how much Xiao Qi had endured there.
It would be a lie to say I don’t feel sad.
Unfortunately, there is nothing that Shen Cheng can do now.
Turning around, he saw Xiaoqi was still asleep. Shen Cheng did not disturb Xiaoqi. He got out of bed quietly, covered Xiaoqi with a quilt, and then walked out of the room silently.
"Dad!" As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yanyan rushing towards him with small steps.
Chen Cheng quickly bent down, picked up Yanyan, kissed her on the cheek, and said with a smile, "Yanyan, good morning."
"Hey, good morning, Dad!"
"You got up so early today." As he said that, Chen Cheng turned his head and saw Nai Cha sitting on the sofa, holding Meng Nian in her arms, and she was lying on the coffee table writing and drawing something on a piece of paper.
"Master, good morning." Noticing Shen Cheng's gaze, Milk Tea turned her head to look at Shen Cheng and smiled gently.
As time went by in taking care of Yanyan and the others, Nai Cha became more and more like a virtuous mother.
Considering that Milk Tea was not even one year old, Shen Cheng felt indescribably strange.
Coming up to Milk Tea and looking at the little notebook Milk Tea was drawing in, Shen Cheng couldn't help but ask, "Milk Tea, what are you doing?"
"Drawing." Milk tea replied with a smile, then moved away a distance to let Shen Cheng see the contents of the notebook clearly.
There was a pencil sketch on the notebook, which had just outlined a face, but Shen Cheng could tell at a glance that the drawing seemed to be... himself?
"Is this a painting of me?" Shen Cheng was surprised.
Milk tea nodded, her cheeks slightly red: "Yes, Master."
"Great painting." Chen Cheng praised generously, then reached out and rubbed Milk Tea's head: "Why did you suddenly think of painting?"
"Hehe." Milk tea's upper body swayed with Shen Cheng's movements: "I saw Meng Nian writing in the account book, and suddenly I thought of painting."
I feel like Milk Tea is very suitable to be a kindergarten teacher...
Shen Cheng couldn’t help but think.
Ye Xi was sitting aside, typing on the computer keyboard, as if she had entered a state and was completely immersed in it. Chen Cheng did not disturb her.
To be honest, Ye Xi's update frequency was fine in the era when novels were updated weekly, but it is a bit troublesome in this era.
Fortunately, the content of Ye Xi's novels is of high quality, which can keep that group of readers hooked.
At this moment, Shen Cheng felt the phone in his trouser pocket vibrate, he took out his phone and saw that it was a message from Yu Lan.
Lanlan: There will be a press conference in two days. Are you free?
Shen Cheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly typed a reply.
Chen Cheng: What was the press conference about?
Lanlan: Regarding the Institute of Biological Sciences and Huanya, my dad will also be there, so if nothing goes wrong, it will be the three of us.
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