The still image in the photo gradually became dynamic. Naturally, the emotions in people's hearts also began to change.
At this time, Su Yuhang's gaze was not on the camera, but on Su Bai's back.
The prickling feeling still existed, but Su Bai had already deliberately stabilized his heart.
He still remembered in the past, every time he coincidentally peeped into his memories, Su Bai would start to panic every time Su Yuhang stared at him. Then, he would have no choice but to force the memory out.
Of course, part of the reason was that he was shocked that Su Yuhang could see him, but the bigger reason was that Su Yuhang had completely occupied his memories of the past and treated it as his home. That was why he was the one who chased Su Bai out. After all, with Su Bai's temperament and experience after becoming a listener, it was understandable that he was frightened by Su Yuhang once and was forced out of the memory. However, it was inconceivable that he was frightened out of the memory several times in a row. Su Bai was not that fragile.
This time, if one were to compare the various forces, it was a little like Yuan Shikai who stole the fruits of the revolution after the Xinhai Revolution. If it wasn't for the broadcast that he wanted to get rid of the previous Su Bai, Su Bai would not have resisted. When the two sides confronted each other, Su Bai succeeded in getting what he wanted. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult for him to have this opportunity.
Envy, confusion, confusion …
These were the thoughts going through the child's mind at this time. He really wanted to stand with his parents for a family portrait, but he didn't know why he had to kneel there without moving. This made him very confused. He didn't know what he had done wrong, nor did he know what he should do. His parents never told him what they liked him to do, and they never asked for his opinion. Even when he used to wander around the house, they often ignored him.
There was still no hatred. There was still no hatred.
Su Bai slowly savored the feeling at this moment. In the first scene, he was still a baby and did not have any hatred in his heart. Now that he was kneeling here, he still did not have any hatred in his heart. In fact, he even looked forward to taking a family portrait with the man and woman. His heart was filled with this kind of desire.
In the beginning, Su Bai couldn't understand, but slowly, as Su Bai completely immersed himself in that time, he slowly understood. For a child of this age, it was a bit unrealistic to ask him to understand love, hate, and the meaning of freedom. He only cared about what he could see in front of him.
For example, why can't I stand with everyone in a family photo?
Su Bai took a deep breath. Perhaps, if he didn't have this kind of experience, it would be very difficult for him to truly understand himself. He thought that whether it was when he was a baby or when he was a child, his heart should be filled with endless hatred and resentment. He was even prepared to accept this kind of emotion, but there was none, there really was none!
This scene began to shrink, and then, in the empty area around him, another scene appeared. In the scene was a room, and a youth was floating in a glass container filled with culture fluid, slowly bobbing up and down.
The glass was very transparent, and because of this, the youth deliberately clearly saw the things in the room.
Su Bai's figure appeared outside the glass. He saw a black cat lying on the table opposite him, flipping through a scroll from time to time.
This was Lucky.
However, Ji Xiang clearly couldn't see him like Su Yuhang. It was still doing its own thing. A picture scroll was a story, an experience, and the theme of the picture scroll was mostly the happy moments when children were together with their parents.
Some practiced calligraphy with their father, some practiced piano with their mother, and some went on a trip to the Nurgai Plains with their parents. The sun was setting in the west, and the plains were dyed orange. The youth leaned on his mother's back, watching the sunset, watching the plains, and watching the herds of cattle and sheep.
When Su Bai saw this scene, his heart began to twitch uncontrollably. In fact, when he was a baby, he was washed by Su Yuhang under the tap, and when he knelt in the corner with a paper talisman, but all these experiences could not compare to this scene.
Being tortured and humiliated, Su Bai could accept it, but this kind of beautiful deception was the most torturous, and also the most hurtful. Su Bai still remembered when he found out that his childhood was completely painted in a painting. It was as if all his strength had been sucked out of him, and his heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.
Lucky still continued its work. It seemed a little bored, and it would look at the scenery in the scroll, and then at Su Bai in the glass container.
It still had that calm and elegant appearance, as if all this had nothing to do with it. If his calculations were correct, it had only been a few years since Lucky was brought out of the Land of Proving the Dao by Su Yuhang.
So, the reason why Lucky in the future liked the little fellow and took care of it in every possible way, was it because Lucky had been infected by the secular world?
And at this time, it was actually not much different from Ruyi in the Land of Proving the Dao. Ruyi wouldn't take care of a child, or even feed it fresh milk.
Su Bai hesitated for a long time. He looked at himself in the container beside him, and he didn't dare to close his eyes to establish an inner connection, because Su Bai could guess what kind of emotions he was feeling in the container.
He took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily. Su Bai paused, and the slight trembling of his palms indicated that Su Bai's heart was not calm.
And at this time, the youth in the container suddenly flopped, and the culture fluid swayed. Su Bai was startled, and he looked over. He saw his younger self in the container naturally put his hands in front of him, and his legs slightly spread apart. This posture was a bit like the horse riding dance that had once swept the world.
He turned his head and looked at the painting. In this painting, Su Yuhang was riding a horse with him, and he was nestled in front of Su Yuhang, holding the reins with both hands, and looking ahead with a face full of excitement.
The wind was very light, the clouds were very light, and the sun was pleasant. Strolling on a horse at this time was definitely a very enjoyable thing.
The horse would jolt from time to time, making him a little afraid, but then he felt his father's strong and warm embrace behind him, and he suddenly felt incomparably peaceful. This was because of his trust in his father. At this age, in the eyes of almost every boy from a normal family, his father was his first idol in life.
He could take him to buy toys, tell him stories, give him pocket money, and let him straddle his neck and shoulders and raise him high.
However, Su Bai knew in his heart that he couldn't afford to hesitate too much, because if he missed this opportunity, it would be very difficult for him to escape the fate of becoming a chess piece.
With a sigh, Su Bai reached out and touched the glass container. Slowly, Su Bai's heart began to establish a connection with himself in the glass container.
Joy,
Happiness,
Satisfaction,
Pride,
Happiness,
Wonderful,
All kinds of delightful emotions began to be transmitted to Su Bai through himself in the petri dish.
However, these beautiful emotions did not bring Su Bai the slightest happiness. On the contrary, his heart felt as if it had been distorted, and he felt very uncomfortable.
Every time he felt joy, every time he felt satisfaction, every time he felt pride, and every time he felt worship, it was like a sharp needle that pierced into Su Bai's heart.
Su Bai was still persevering, continuing to accept these beautiful emotions. Even if they were poison, Su Bai had to face them.
Because this was his lost self, his past memories, and now, he had to find them. Otherwise, he would not be complete, and he would have regrets.
In a daze, Su Bai raised his head. He suddenly realized that his entire face in the glass container was pressed against the glass container, looking at him calmly.
Su Bai panicked for a moment, because this kind of gaze made his hair stand on end. Yes, when facing his past self, he actually felt an emotion called "fear".
What was going on?
The other party was no longer in a dream-like state of riding a horse. His face was pressed against the glass, and he stared at him without moving. There was a hint of gloom in his eyes, as if a vengeful spirit was staring at him from the top of his bed.
Su Bai didn't dare to meet her gaze.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!"
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!"
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!"
His young self in the petri dish began to howl crazily. His hands and legs kept slapping the petri dish, and he let out hysterical cries. It was as if everything in front of him was a target for him to vent his anger, and everything in front of him was a place for him to vent his anger.
He was furious.
He roared.
He was crazy.
He was like a madman, like a psychopath. He struggled, he wanted to leave the petri dish, he flopped upwards, he was like a drowning man desperately trying to get his face out of the water to take a breath of fresh air. Even if it was just a mouthful, he couldn't wait any longer!
This scene was very familiar to Su Bai,
This..,
Was clearly him when he was sick!
He, who had been thrown here to fill in his memories when he was young, was not completely unaware. Every time he realized that all of this was fake, he would be angry and roar. The more beautiful the scene in the picture scroll, the more intense his roar and struggle would be!
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a man's figure walked in. His gaze first fell on the young man in the petri dish, and then he looked at Su Bai at the side. However, his movements did not stop. He directly reached out and grabbed the young man in the petri dish. His fingertips lightly flicked Su Bai's forehead, and the young man's body in the petri dish trembled as if he had suffered a heavy blow. His violent gaze instantly dissipated, leaving behind only confusion.
Then, the confused young man's attention began to gradually fall on the beautiful picture scroll in front of him.
A beautiful and happy expression appeared on his face again,
As if he was crazy,
As if he was drunk..
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