Xie Chenxi has a not-so-happy family.
His birth was an accident. It was said that his father and mother had a one-night stand, but they had no choice but to have him.
His parents' endless quarrels made him realize that he was largely responsible for these quarrels.
Before he was eight years old, his family was not wealthy. No matter how well he studied, how much praise he received, or how many people liked him, the two people who gave birth to him always regarded him as an enemy.
Then one day, those two people suddenly smiled at him. He still remembers how they smiled. What was hidden in their smiles was not their love for him, but their expectation for the future. The way they looked at him was not as if they were looking at their own child, but as if they were looking at a commodity.
They took him to the playground, which he didn't like, but he liked being with them.
He wanted to be cared for by his parents like other children.
That day was the happiest day of his life. He was happier than he had ever been in the past eight years, even happier than when he was praised by others.
The next day, he was taken to a place where his mother took his hand and personally led him to that hell.
There, he met a group of strangers in white coats. They looked at him with smiles. His mother let go of his hand. He heard her, who was full of joy one second, say in an unusually disgusted tone the next: "He gave it to you. You will get the money, right?"
One of the men in a white coat nodded, looked at my mother and smiled happily, and she left without looking back.
At that time, he naively thought that he was just being deposited here temporarily. This phenomenon had happened before. He was often deposited in various places in various forms, and he was used to it.
This is a big place with many doors. Behind each door are all kinds of cold instruments. He can always hear the sound of beeps and mechanical prompts. Here, he has a new name, or maybe it is not a name, but just a code name.
——X.
That's what they all called him.
The time that followed was completely different from what he had experienced before.
Because he couldn't recognize the potions, he would be handcuffed to the bed, his hands and feet would be trapped, and he would be repeatedly shocked with electricity. They were very considerate and knew the limits. Each electric shock would make him feel excruciating pain, but they would not let him die. This would be repeated several times. Someone kept muttering the names of the potions beside him, about hundreds of them. Apart from the sound of electricity flowing through his body, the sound of the potions being recited was the only sound he could hear.
He memorized the names quickly.
Their eyes showed admiration for him, just like when he got first place in the class exam before, the teacher would give him such a look.
Such praise pushed him into a deeper level of hell.
From that day on, whenever he couldn't learn something or remember something, they would always find a way to torture him. They had only one purpose, which was to make him remember those things, those things that he found boring and he wished he could completely remove from his mind.
Half a year passed like this, and he had been waiting for his mother. He always thought that this time he was just being kept a little longer.
She will come to pick herself up.
He told himself this, and before he knew it, another year had passed.
Soon it was his ninth birthday.
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