Happy Family
She has survived a mental pollution illusionist who is more powerful than a demon, so she is really not afraid of He Cuifeng.
The Memory Master stepped into the elevator and asked coldly: "Did Xu Zhu write this poem for you? Why is there 12 lines?"
"It was written by Xu Zhu to He Fengcui."
"He Fengcui is your pseudonym. It was written for you by Xuzhu." The Memory Master stared into He Cuifeng's eyes.
“Don’t you think it’s well written?”
He Cuifeng admired her own beauty in the reflection of the elevator interior.
Most people would feel more or less embarrassed to read a love poem written by their lover in front of him or her when they are stuck in an elevator.
But the illusionist could not see any embarrassment or anger on He Cuifeng's face. He Cuifeng even felt a little proud.
The elevator was about to reach the 5th floor, and the illusionist took the opportunity to ask: "Did you do the pseudo-human test? What is He Kang's superpower?"
He Cuifeng answered the question irrelevantly: "It was not He Fengcui who believed in He Kang devoutly, but He Cuifeng."
The Memory Master didn't understand what she was saying.
With the sound of the elevator "ding", we arrived at the 5th floor.
When the elevator door opened, it led directly to He Kang's home, which occupied an entire floor.
The elevator lobby facing the building has been transformed into a gallery displaying 159 stick figures with the sun in the upper left corner.
Each painting is framed in a finely crafted frame, like a rare masterpiece being displayed for display.
Zhang Xiaona came out from home to greet them: "You are back! When will Kang Kang come back?"
The lady in front of him was wearing gold and silver, with her hair piled high on her head, but the illusionist smelled a familiar smell of cheap soybean oil on her.
The illusionist walked past Zhang Xiaona and entered the reception room of the large flat.
He Dayong was wearing glasses and sitting on a mahogany chair reading a book. He also asked: "Where is Kang Kang?"
"Kang Kang is busy." He Cuifeng put down her bag and changed her shoes. "Shan Shan and I came back first."
Opposite the mahogany furniture is a background wall with an antique painting of ladies. There is no TV on the wall, but instead a bunch of ancient poems and math competition questions are posted on it.
In the middle hangs a photo of He Kang's childhood. In the photo, He Kang had not yet taken hormone drugs and was as pretty as a little girl. Unfortunately, her expression was dull and she didn't look at the camera.
He Dayong found that the Memory Master was reading an ancient poem. He put down the book and walked over: "This is the poem your brother memorized when he was a child."
He was wearing a shirt and vest and gold-rimmed glasses, and he smelled of cheap soybean oil, just like Zhang Xiaona.
He Dayong said in a nostalgic tone: "Your brother was a genius when he was young."
"At the age of three, he knew 2,000 Chinese characters, at the age of five, he could recite 500 ancient poems, and at the age of eight, his talent in mathematics reached its peak. He could solve the number series of elementary school math competition questions at a glance."
It does fit the characteristics of some autistic children, with superior mechanical memory and abnormal sensitivity to numbers.
Zhang Xiaona stood beside He Dayong at some point and added on behalf of her husband: "It's a pity that he doesn't like to talk."
After changing into slippers, He Cuifeng joined her parents: "Although he doesn't like to talk, we all believe in Kang Kang."
The three of them standing together are simply a perfect family. Behind them is an ancient painting of ladies, the three of them are dressed in rich clothes, with happy smiles on their ruddy faces.
Three people clapped at the same time:
"Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap"
The three of them closed their eyes and their voices came together:
"I believe He Kang will bring me a good life."
The illusionist took a step back and bumped into the photo frame on the wall. The dull little He Kang in the photo frame turned into a pseudo-human girl with an absurd smile.
He Dayong grabbed the memory master's shoulders, Zhang Xiaona and He Cuifeng each held one of her hands, and they said at the same time: "Trust He Kang!"
"He Kang will bring me a wonderful life!"
The illusionist struggled but failed to break free, so she asked: "Where is He Kang?"
"Trust He Kang!"
"I will believe He Kang." The Memory Master took a deep breath, "But not now."
The moment she finished speaking, the illusionist stepped on He Cuifeng's toes that were exposed outside her slippers, and He Cuifeng let go of her hand in pain.
She clenched her fist and punched He Dayong in the face.
"Hubby!" Zhang Xiaona hurriedly helped He Dayong up, "You're bleeding from the nose!"
The Memory Master turned and ran.
She ran a few steps before she realized that the three people behind her were not chasing her at all, so she stopped and looked back.
He Dayong sat on the ground and licked his nosebleed. He looked at the illusionist with pity: "No matter what, you will choose to believe He Kang in the end."
What a messed up illusionist. He only regretted that he was not strong enough so that he could retain consciousness after being hit by a punch.
She took the elevator out of the building and suddenly ran hard in the dark.
The wind blew in her face like a surging tide. The illusionist took big gulps of oxygen from the air and could hear her heart beating non-stop.
The wind blew her clothes tightly against her body and made them bulge out. She seemed to have briefly broken free from some kind of restraint and gained a sense of relief that was almost forgotten.
She ran quickly along the garden-like path until she reached No. 7 Middle School Road.
The illusionist's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She exerted force on her feet, preparing to leap high and jump directly across the street.
“Boom!”
A dull thud stopped her.
The illusionist slammed on the brakes, holding her knees and gasping for breath. The brief happiness and freedom were quickly stripped away from her, and the feeling of being suffocated and irritated returned.
The loud noise sounded familiar. The illusionist looked up and saw a small truck hit a middle-aged woman who had just finished buying vegetables and broke her into two pieces.
Fresh vegetables and a bag of pork fell between the two bodies. An old lady in a floral cotton coat suddenly jumped out from the roadside and picked up the blood-stained pork.
She looked around like a thief and saw the illusionist in the distance.
"Shanshan." The old lady put the pork in her arms and waved to the illusionist, "Go home, grandma will stew pork ribs for you."
The illusionist shook his head, quickly passed the old lady, and ran back to the shabby and dirty Liwangli.
She actually met an acquaintance in Liwangli.
Lolina, who had just finished her evening study, was walking alone on the path.
The illusionist slowed down his pace and, taking advantage of the dim sky, quietly followed behind Lolina.
Lolina was wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag. She was walking forward with her head down while talking on the phone. The illusionist followed closer to eavesdrop.
"Call the police! Call the police quickly!" Lolina yelled.
"They were so excessive, they beat you on the road, and you didn't call the police"
The person on the other end of the phone was A Ku, who was unwilling to call the police.
Lolina's voice was filled with tears: "What should I do if I don't call the police? Why should I give them the good stall?"
A Ku seemed to explain something awkwardly and hung up the phone.
"Come out." Lolina suddenly said in the direction of the illusionist.
Discovered. The Memory Master quietly hid in the shadows.
"Come out!"
The Memory Master won't go out.
Lolina rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the illusionist's hiding place: "I don't know if you are a human or a ghost, it's better if you are a ghost, go and curse the person who stole my mother's stall!"
The Memory Master's hiding place was very awkward; she couldn't hide, nor could she run away.
Lolina strode towards her and said, "I'd rather you were a ghost if you followed me so late at night! If you were a human, I would beat you to death!"
The Memory Master reluctantly came out from his hiding place.
Lolina stopped walking.
Then Lolina turned around and ran, faster than the Memory Master just now. She soon disappeared, leaving the Memory Master standing there in a daze.
Why are you running away? The Memory Master returned to He Kang’s dilapidated home with doubts.
As expected, the door of the house was blocked by a debt collector couple with a vending machine, and the illusionist had to work hard to push the machine open.
The house was extremely depressing and dark. The illusionist tiptoed towards He Kang's room.
"What are you doing!" Zhang Xiaona scolded in a low voice, "Your brother and sister are in there, why are you interfering?"
Zhang Xiaona pointed to the sofa in the living room: "Go to sleep!"
The memory master was stunned. He Kang was 20 years old and He Cuifeng was 25. Even if they were related by blood in the ghost story and looked younger than they were in real life, they couldn't sleep together. Or even more so, they couldn't sleep together if they were related by blood.
Zhang Xiaona showed the key in her hand to the illusionist, indicating that the door of He Kang's room was locked by her, and then she went back to sleep triumphantly.
The illusionist anxiously approached He Kang's door and put his ear against the wall, ready to stop anything bad from happening.
She realized belatedly that she looked like a pervert.
He Cuifeng's trembling voice came from inside the house: "Kang Kang, do you have a key? The door is locked. I want to go out and sleep."
Of course He Kang couldn't answer He Cuifeng.
"Kang Kang, I don't know what your mother is thinking. I have always treated you as my brother...or sister."
"When I first started taking care of you, I overcame a huge psychological barrier. I never thought about taking care of a patient of the opposite sex who was about my own age. Only by treating you as my sister could I keep deceiving myself."
"How I wish you were a healthy little girl. I would pick you up from school and we would discuss what to eat on the way home. I really...can't do what your mother wants me to do."
From the very beginning, Zhang Xiaona's purpose in asking He Dayong to bring He Cuifeng home was not pure. She not only wanted He Cuifeng to take care of He Kang, but also wanted the two to get married. She wanted He Cuifeng to take care of He Kang for the rest of his life as his wife, and it would be best if they had a child.
There was a rustling sound in the room.
He Cuifeng shouted in panic: "Open the door! Kang Kang wants to go to the toilet!"
Then there was a sound of water, and He Kang couldn't hold it in and urinated on the bed.
"Wow..." He Cuifeng cried, "If you were really a little sister——"
He Cuifeng's voice stopped abruptly.
The next second, a scream that pierced the eardrums broke out.
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
There was a muffled sound, as if He Cuifeng had fainted and fallen to the ground.
Zhang Xiaona and He Dayong rushed out hurriedly, opened the door with the key, and carried He Cuifeng out.
The Memory Master hid under the dining table before they came out and crouched in the corner to eavesdrop.
"I told you it's not possible anymore." This is He Dayong's voice.
Zhang Xiaona was furious: "No, no! Why did Cuifeng faint?"
"It's all your fault!" He Dayong screamed, "You cut my hair when you were pregnant and cut off my roots!"
Zhang Xiaona laughed angrily: "If I hadn't looked for medicine everywhere, would you have had this son? Since the test showed that it was a girl, I took a whole box of pregnancy-changing pills!"
"It's because you took the medicine blindly!"
"Why didn't you tell me that you had a problem? I found out about this disease and I wanted to have another child right away, but I never had one! I told you to go to the hospital but you didn't go. That's your problem!"
He Dayong was also anxious: "Okay! Let's go, whoever is afraid will go there tomorrow!"
The illusionist was stunned.
So He Kang was originally a girl. The couple were not satisfied with the child's gender, so they took a whole box of sex-changing pills, hoping to use external forces to turn the child into a boy.
As a result, the child became a boy as expected, and was a little genius before the age of eight.
It was not until they took the child to the hospital for examination that they discovered that the child suffered from severe autism and the so-called genius behavior was just some symptoms of autism.
What makes them despair is that parts of their children's physiology stop developing in childhood.
He Dayong himself also has this problem. Zhang Xiaona can't get pregnant with another child at all, and He Cuifeng and her son can't have another child either.
For the two people who were obsessed with having children, it was a devastating blow, or it could be said to be the retribution brought by the fetus-changing pill.
But the memory master didn't understand why He Cuifeng fainted.
Lolina, who had just seen her, also ran away desperately, as if she was some terrifying evil ghost with He Kang's face.
The evil ghost illusionist vaguely grasped a key word.
She went to the bathroom and looked at He Kang's face in the mirror. She remembered that the fake girl also looked like an evil ghost.
Lolina said that she had seen the fake girl in real life.
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