Yin Chengjue disagreed: "I'm not a child prodigy. It's normal not to remember things when you're too young, isn't it?" Besides, he didn't forget everything. He could still remember some things that were memorable, although most of them weren't pleasant memories.
"Do you remember when you used to come and play with Xiaoyu often?" Rong Yueya said, "Not here, but at the old house. We moved several times."
Yin Chengjue observed that Rong Yueya's expression didn't seem fake, so he tried hard to recall: "Thinking carefully, I seem to remember something. I went to the garden to play with Xiaoyu..."
Rong Yueya shook her head: "You probably only think you should remember it after seeing old photos and hearing others talk about it. Such memories are not memories; they are just images synthesized by your brain through other channels. As time goes by, you will forget the process and channels through which you obtained this information, and only remember the final synthesized image, and then mistakenly believe that those were really your own childhood experiences."
Yin Chengjue was anxious to go downstairs and see if the voice was really Rong Yu. He didn't have time to think about Rong Yueya's words and replied perfunctorily, "Maybe, but all of that is in the past. Whether I really remember or not doesn't really matter. I just know that Xiaoyu and I knew each other when we were little." Childhood memories are blurry, but they can be recalled through photos and descriptions from elders. That's the purpose of photos, otherwise why take pictures at all?
"Xiao Si, close the door." Rong Yueya gestured with her chin toward Murong Xiao Si, who was lying on the ground wagging his tail.
Murong Xiaosi immediately stood up, stepped forward, and used his head to slam the door shut on the attic.
“Young man, don’t be so impatient. If you go a little later, it won’t hurt him. Besides, we are his family. We won’t hurt him,” Rong Yueya said, wearing a mask. Her breath always fogged up her glasses, so she had to take them off from time to time. When she couldn’t find anything suitable to wipe her glasses, she would use Murong Anbang’s sleeve to wipe them.
Murong Anbang then raised one hand, letting her wipe his glasses, while tightly gripping Yin Chengjue's arm with the other, preventing Yin Chengjue from leaving.
As Yin Chengjue felt the strength in his father-in-law's hand, he thought that his arm would probably be scratched with five marks.
Just then, my mother-in-law was slowly wiping her glasses while saying in a gentle, soft voice, "People in our family prefer to sit down and talk things out. If sitting isn't comfortable, standing is fine too. We don't advocate solving problems with force at all."
Yin Chengjue: "..." Why don't I believe it?
It must be only you, my mother-in-law, who do this, right?
"Right, darling?" Rong Yueya looked up at Murong Anbang, who nodded: "Yes."
Yin Chengjue: "..." Okay, I understand. My mother-in-law can represent the whole family!
Rong Yueya put her glasses back on before continuing, "Xiao Jue, the reason I'm showing you all this and telling you so much is simply to remind you that you need to think carefully before you decide to be with Xiao Yu. Neither you nor Xiao Yu actually remember what happened back then, but we, and Ahe, do remember... Ah, does Ahe know about you and Xiao Yu?"
“I introduced Xiaoyu to her.” Yin Chengjue thought for a moment and then said, “However, I didn’t mention that Xiaoyu’s surname is Murong. I think she will investigate it herself.”
“No wonder…” Rong Yueya said knowingly, “Then she probably didn’t know, otherwise she would have contacted me long ago. After all, we broke down the door together that day.”
Rong Yueya lowered her eyes, as if recalling that memory.
Rong Yueya: "That day, just like any other day, we went to have afternoon tea while you played in the garden."
"Bang!" Another loud noise rang out from downstairs!
Yin Chengjue immediately raised his hand to try to break free from Murong Anbang's grasp, a strong sense of unease welling up in his heart. This vague unease came not only from the constant noise coming from downstairs, but also from what Rong Yueya was saying.
He felt that if he listened any longer, he wouldn't hear anything good.
Yin Chengjue suppressed his unease and said somewhat irritably, "What exactly do you want to do? Can't you say what you want to say later?"
Murong Anbang's grip was very strong, and of course, she couldn't break free. Rong Yueya also quickened her pace, saying, "...But when we wanted to call you back to have some fruit, we found that you were gone."
Rong Yueya: "There were people watching over the garden. Logically, if you went out, someone would have seen you, but none of them saw you. We searched frantically for a long time and finally found you on the top floor of the old house."
The noise from downstairs stopped, replaced by the "thump thump thump" sound of people running up the stairs.
Rong Yueya: "Then, we saw...you...tied to a cross made of wooden sticks, and Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, standing in front of you with a small knife in his hand. Your clothes, his clothes, the ground, the walls, the windows, were all covered in bright red blood..."
Yin Chengjue felt as if he were listening to someone else's story, and it was a very vivid and yandere story at that.
"You must be mistaken. Logically speaking, I should have a deep impression of this kind of experience. Even if I don't remember it, if there really was blood all over the floor, and it even splattered on the walls and windows, then I would definitely have scars on my body, right? Even if I had surgery, I would definitely have scars."
Rong Yueya blinked: "Huh? What? I didn't say that was blood?"
Rong Yueya: "Those were all paints, red paints. Xiaoyu took out all his red paints and smeared them on you and him. He splashed the rest all over the floor, even the walls and windows. He also used a knife to cut your clothes to shreds."
Rong Yueya: "Do you know how we found you in the attic?"
Rong Yueya: "It was because there was too much red paint that it leaked out from the cracks in the door and flowed down the stairs. We were frantically searching for you, and when we first saw a bunch of red stuff flowing down the stairs, we thought it was blood and almost fainted from fright."
Yin Chengjue: "...Indeed, he deserves a spanking."
Rong Yueya: "The reason he did this was simply because he wanted to see you like that. How old was he back then? He was already interested in such bloody scenes and wanted you to cooperate with him. What will happen when you grow up? What if one day you want to seek even greater thrills and play for real?!"
Yin Chengjue: "...But it didn't happen, did it?"
Rong Yueya: "That's because we immediately found you a psychologist! And we hypnotized you..."
"Bang!" There was a sudden, heavy slam on the door. Yin Chengjue, who was closest to the door, immediately reached out to open it, but then heard another "Bang!" and a sharp object appeared on the attic door—the corner of an axe.
Murong Anbang saw it too, and instantly became furious: "You little brat! What are you doing! Are you rebelling?!"
"Open! The door!" Rong Yu's angry roar rang out from outside the door.
"Bang!" Another axe came crashing down, and another vertical hole appeared in the door.
Rong Yueya remained unfazed: "See? I told you he was fine, he was lively and energetic."
Yin Chengjue ignored what Rong Yueya was saying and quickly said, "Xiaoyu..."
Before he could finish the last syllable, a voice outside said menacingly, "Yin Chengjue! I know you're in there!"
Yin Chengjue paused as he was about to open the door.
That tone doesn't sound right.
Sure enough, the next moment, Rong Yu said fiercely, "You saw it all, didn't you? They told you everything, didn't they? You already know, right!"
Just as Yin Chengjue was about to say "yes", he felt his arm tighten and he was pulled back a distance by force!
At the same time, another loud bang came from the door!
The lock on the door made a creaking sound.
"Bang!" The door to the cubicle was finally broken open. Rong Yu stood outside the door, retracted her raised foot, and glanced around, her gaze landing on Yin Chengjue.
That look in his eyes had absolutely nothing to do with his usual gentle, sunny gaze!
Yin Chengjue felt as if he could see a large amount of black energy surging up behind Rong Yu, and two points of red light shining from Rong Yu's eyes.
Yin Chengjue: "..." No! What is he thinking about at this time!
Yin Chengjue stepped forward and extended his hand to Rong Yu: "Xiao Yu."
"Do you want to run away?" Rong Yu stared intently into Yin Chengjue's eyes. "You know everything. Do you think I'm scary? Do you want to leave me?"
"How could that be?" Yin Chengjue stepped forward, hugged Rong Yu, rubbed his head with one hand and patted his back gently with the other, and said softly, "On the contrary, I am very happy that you like me. I am really happy."
Rong Yu stood frozen in place, motionless. It seemed like a long time before she reacted, and then she seemed uncertain: "You really know everything? Aren't you afraid of me? I'm not like the person you know at all! I'm not gentle at all, and I'm jealous of everyone who gets close to you. I even wanted to lock you up, to a place where only I can see you." Rong Yu's voice grew softer and softer, and by the last sentence, it was almost a murmur.
Yin Chengjue heard him clearly and replied, "Okay."
Rong Yu was stunned: "What?"
Yin Chengjue leaned close to his ear and repeated, "I said, if it's what you want, it's fine, anytime."
After a pause, Yin Chengjue added, "However, it would be best to bring those boxes of packages you picked up as well."
Rong Yu took a few seconds to process what was in the packages that had arrived that day. Her face flushed red. "But...but...I...I still wanted to lock you up, I...I..."
Yin Chengjue: "Don't lock it too tight, otherwise you'll have to do everything yourself, and I'm worried you'll get tired."
Rong Yu: "Moreover, I... I also want to put a tracking device on you."
Yin Chengjue: "Speaking of this, I feel the same way."
Rong Yu: Brother... even if you escape to hell, I will catch up with you... uh? Why didn't you escape?
Yin Chengjue: ? ? ? Why should I run away?
Rong Yu: Aren't you afraid I'll tie you up?
Yin Chengjue: Haven't you tied me up countless times at night?
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