He is clearly a university teacher, but he actually killed someone?
While Su Mingan was deep in thought, there was a knock on the door.
...You cannot have any loopholes in your role-playing and must always remember that you are a guy who appears gentle on the surface but is actually evil at heart.
"Please come in." Su Ming'an deliberately raised his voice to show that he was dark and low-pitched.
The door opened, and a black-haired girl pushed the wheelchair into the room. She had a pair of large, round pupils, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a slightly rounded face that was not inconsistent, and she was wearing plain white long-sleeved trousers.
"Brother... cough, cough cough cough!" Before the girl could say anything, her lips suddenly turned purple, as if she couldn't breathe.
Su Mingan thought of his "caring sister" persona, and lowered his voice according to Bai Qiu's personality: "Don't worry."
From the girl's expression, he realized that it was a lung disease. He looked at the trouser pocket where the girl's finger pointed and felt a board of capsules. After feeding her water and taking them, the girl's expression finally eased a little.
At this moment, Su Mingan finally realized something was wrong... This girl looked very much like Uncle Zhao's daughter, Zhao Mingming.
Little is known about his life from the age of ten to nineteen, but he himself knows exactly how he lived during those nine years.
After Ms. Lin Wangan was sent to a mental hospital, her relatives avoided her. Having lost both of her parents as guardians, she was supposed to be sent to her grandparents’ home, but her grandparents had gone abroad and were nowhere to be found. Finally, she lived alone for a while, and met an uncle named Zhao.
After many twists and turns, Uncle Zhao became his guardian with the consent of the residents' committee. Uncle Zhao had a daughter named Zhao Mingming who died young.
"Brother..." Sister Bai Chun's face looked better and she whispered, "I won't treat this disease anymore."
"That won't work." Su Ming'an spoke from experience. Although he had never been a brother, when he was a teenager, he imagined that if Zhao Mingming were alive, he might be a good brother: "The disease needs to be treated, you don't have to worry."
At this time, a fragrant aroma of milk wafted over, and it seemed that someone was approaching with milk.
By the way, if Bai Chun and Bai Qiu correspond to Zhao Mingming and Su Mingan, then wouldn’t their parent be Uncle Zhao... ?
Su Mingan raised his head with a little excitement and saw——
I saw a pair of gloomy and red eyes.
Thick eyelashes, long eyebrows, a pale face, a thin lip, a sharp chin, thick black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and a pair of dark eyes with bloodshot eyes that seemed to be always tired.
The woman was wearing a pale, wrinkled long dress, as if she had been soaked in water. Her gloomy eyes fell on Su Mingan, and her scarlet lips uttered an elegant laugh:
"I made some milk for you, Xiaochun, Xiaoqiu."
Su Mingan was struck by lightning. Bai Chun beside him took the milk calmly and drank it all in one gulp: "The happiest thing every day is to drink the milk made by my mother. It smells really good."
She blinked and looked at Su Mingan: "Brother, you drink too."
The pure white milk lay in the cup, like a big mouth that mocked silently.
The young man with white hair was silent for two seconds, slowly raised his hand, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, raised the milk cup, and drank it all in one gulp. His deep yellow pupils were as dim as before.
The young man wiped the white from his lips elegantly with a handkerchief and smiled coldly: "It tastes good."
He put his fingers under his handkerchief, and no one saw his fingers tremble.
Bai Chun wanted to tease his brother a few more times, but suddenly his face changed. He covered his chest, his face turned purple, and he kept coughing.
"Hurry, hurry and put Xiaochun on the bed!" The woman suddenly became anxious. She quickly carried Xiaochun to the bed and hurriedly searched for the spray in the cabinet.
While helping, Su Mingan looked at the woman darkly.
At this moment, he felt as if he had also been infected with Bai Qiu's darkness.
... So you also get so anxious sometimes? So you also know how to love someone? So you know that children will feel pain, and that children are not made of steel?
He stared at the woman and knew without hesitation that this was Lin Wangan, the real Lin Wangan.
As early as in one of Si Que's memories, when Si Que called Xili's mother "Ms. Lin Wangan", there was a sign. Lin Wangan must have a special identity, and the time she entered the dungeon was different from that of normal players.
——She entered Rovatha a long time ago!
Luowasha had been reset too many times, and coupled with the cyclic conversion of the light and dark sides, time had long been like a ball of wool, and there was a difference from the normal flow of time. Just as Su Wensheng was able to spend a considerable amount of time in Luowasha, Lin Wangan was the same, and her life was probably already very exciting.
She was Xili's mother before, and now she is Bai Chun and Bai Qiu's mother? I can't even tell which one is in front and which one is behind. Ms. Lin Wangan must have experienced a lot of wonderful life...
Su Mingan recreated the sixth level of the zeroth disciple game and came to this era to play Bai Qiu. But Lin Wangan is not a contestant, she is a person of this era, the mother of Bai Qiu himself.
Su Mingan didn't mind her like this, she was no longer bound by the past, no longer bound by the identity of "mother", she didn't have to be anyone's mother or wife, but returned to herself. This was a reflection of her gradually getting out of the mental haze.
But, but why, why did he let her become his mother! ?
Why drag him and her back into this vicious circle? This painful family bloodline?
Why did he have to see with his own eyes how much she loved others and how much she treated her children like a normal mother? Why did he have to see this huge contrast with his own eyes? Did he have to offer his selfless blessing to her for her change as a former victim?
Su Mingan, who has not yet attained perfect divinity, cannot do it.
"Xiaochun, are you okay? Ah, it doesn't hurt anymore... The pain has gone away, gone away..." The woman gently wiped her daughter's forehead and said childish words to coax her.
"Bai Qiu" watched all this, and no one could see the storm in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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