Chen Sanmei lay on the bed.
Nightmares always arrive with the deathly silence of the night.
"Sanmei, how could you bother your father with such a trivial matter?"
The gentle Madam Shen wore a beautiful long dress, but from the perspective of a four-year-old boy, the first thing he saw was her pair of drooping, contemptuous, and indifferent eyes.
"But my brother took mine..." Shen Sanmei was a little scared, but still tried her best to reason with him.
"Sanmei! What's wrong with you now? You asked your brother to take that toy so you could come and complain to me about him?"
Madam Shen raised her voice, her face full of disappointment, "Sanmei, you may not like your brother, but you can't lead him to make mistakes!"
"I...I didn't, Auntie, I didn't! I didn't let him take it on purpose, he snatched it!"
Shen Sanmei refuted him clearly and articulately.
"Mom!" My younger brother, who is a year younger than me, ran up to me carrying a rabbit plush toy.
"That's mine, please give it back to me!" Shen Sanmei immediately reached out to take it.
The younger brother, clutching the rabbit, sat on the ground and wailed, "I don't want it! I don't want it! It's mine! Waaah—"
At this moment, the guests downstairs came upon hearing the noise, with Shen Hongchou leading the way.
"What's going on?" Shen Hongchou frowned, annoyed that the children were making noise while entertaining guests.
Madam Shen's eyes were slightly red, and she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, everyone, it was just children playing around."
Then she explained to Shen Hongchou, "Xiao Chen wanted to borrow her brother's toys to play with, and Sanmei got angry."
"He didn't borrow it! He robbed it!" Shen Sanmei shouted, tilting his head back.
Madam Shen looked helpless and tired: "Alright, alright, it was my brother who wanted to take it, it was my brother who was wrong. I'll apologize to you on his behalf, okay? Sanmei, I beg you, please stop making trouble and stop bothering your father."
Shen Sanmei didn't understand why the adults around him were looking at him with disdain, but he could feel uncomfortable.
The crying younger brother suddenly grabbed Shen Hongchou's leg: "Dad! My brother hit me! He hit me!"
Shen Sanmei shook his head frantically: "I didn't hit him! I didn't even touch him..."
"Ouch! Xiao Chen, what happened to your leg? Did you fall and hurt yourself?" Madam Shen suddenly exclaimed, lifting up Xiao Chen's trouser leg to reveal a very noticeable bruise near his knee.
When Xiao Chen saw that someone cared about her, she cried even louder, crying and shouting that she was in pain.
Shen Hongchou's face darkened completely, and he glared at Shen Sanmei: "Did you hit your brother?"
"No! I didn't!" Shen Sanmei said firmly, "He stole my rabbit! It was left to me by my mother!"
"Shut up! You're becoming more and more ill-mannered! All my efforts in nurturing you have been in vain!"
Shen Hongchou said sternly, "Get back to your room! Don't come out!"
Madam Shen couldn't bear it and advised him, "Why don't you just give up? Sanmei is young and doesn't understand things."
"You can tell what a person will be like at three! What will happen if we let him continue to act recklessly?" Shen Hongchou glanced coldly at Shen Sanmei, then carried Xiao Chen and led the guests away.
Madam Shen glanced back at the rabbit with indifference, as if looking at an ant, and then walked away, her toes grazing over it.
Suddenly, Shen Sanmei pounced over and hugged the rabbit tightly in his arms, curling up into a ball in the corner of the stairs.
He hugged himself and the rabbit, his red eyes filled with tears, but he didn't let himself cry out a sound.
I heard murmurs coming from downstairs.
"Was that the illegitimate child just now? He really didn't have a mother to teach him anything, he has no manners at all!"
"I heard he doesn't have much talent for cultivation, his black dragon bloodline isn't complete, and he's four years old but still shows no signs of dragon transformation."
"This good-for-nothing is still arrogant and domineering. It's only because Madam Shen is kind-hearted that he's like this. Anyone else would have thrown him out long ago!"
No, no!
That's not how it works!
Shen Sanmei's heart screamed with a voice of protest and struggle, but no one in this house could hear him or wanted to hear him! Even if he shouted, no one paid any attention!
Shen Sanmei crawled into his room, hugged his rabbit doll in a dark corner, and found a sense of security.
The little boy huddled in the corner, calling for his mother, but no one answered.
After countless irrefutable arguments and countless dark and silent nights, the little person struggling inside was trapped and died in this cage called "home." The light left by his mother was completely extinguished after realizing that no one was responding.
Shen Sanmei huddled in the pitch-black silence, surrounded by grotesque faces with only their mouths opening and closing, silent yet driving him mad.
Why was this damned world ever born? Go crazy, just die...
Just as a hysterical scream was about to escape from her throat—
"Wow!"
A huge lump suddenly pressed down on my face.
The suffocating discomfort overwhelmed the fear in his heart, and Chen Sanmei suddenly woke up, meeting a pair of big, round eyes that shone with dark green light.
"Thud! Thud~" A round little face bumped against his forehead, wet with saliva.
As his senses returned, he suddenly realized that there was a... sweaty little foot on his mouth!
"Pah!" Shen Sanmei lifted the foot away, wiped his mouth, and sat up.
The little one, who had just turned one year old, rolled over on the bed, hugged his toes, and babbled to himself, entertaining himself.
After sitting for three seconds to calm down and regain her senses, Chen Sanmei patted her messy hair, turned her head and pressed down on the little dumpling with one hand, lifted her clothes with the other to look at her belly, and then reached out and rubbed it.
Yes, I went to the toilet, but I haven't eaten yet.
He glanced out the window again. The courtyard gate was wide open, indicating that Jiu Fanggui and Qi Qi had already left, leaving the child on his bed before they went out.
Chen Sanmei was still half asleep, but his movements as he prepared the milk were flawless. He returned to give it to the little dumpling who could already take a few steps.
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