While Zhao Jingjing's family of three were talking about Ding Ning, in an elegant room in the courtyard not far away, Zhao Shu suddenly woke up from his dream with sweat all over his head.
This courtyard was where his grandmother lived before she died, and it was also where he grew up. Although he had not been back for several years, the room was cleaned every day by someone, and even the bedding was changed.
Logically speaking, he should have slept soundly on the bed that he had slept in since he was a child, in the familiar room, and in the familiar smell. In fact, it was indeed so. After his uncle left, he burned incense for his grandmother's memorial tablet, kowtowed, and went to bed. After all, it was very important for him to visit his grandmother's grave tomorrow morning, so he had to rest well.
But soon after he fell asleep, he began to have nightmares. The scenes of the nightmares were very fragmented. First, he dreamed that Keke came to take revenge on him. Her hateful eyes made his hair stand on end. She strangled his neck with huge tentacles, dug out his heart, and then tore his body apart bit by bit, letting him taste the pain of being dismembered.
Then the scene changed. His father, Zhao Yinan, looked at him with cold and strange eyes, pointed at him and scolded, "Get out! I don't have such an unfilial son like you."
Just when he was about to open his mouth to explain, the scene changed again. Zhao Jingjing tore his hair with bloody tears, punched and kicked him, and interrogated his soul word by word, "Why? You devil, why do you harm me like this? You are not my Brother Shu. You are a bastard who traded your soul to the devil … "
The scene kept changing. His relatives, such as his granduncle, Zhao Tianli, Yao Lina, and Zhao Xin, appeared one after another. They all stared at him with hateful eyes, scolded him, and asked him to get out. How could he do such a heinous thing to his family?
His heart seemed to be blocked by something, and it hurt so much. He felt that he could not explain himself. These people were the people he cared about the most in the world, but no one could understand him.
Condemned by thousands of people and deserted by his family, he lost his soul and walked on an endless road like a walking corpse. He kept asking himself, "I was wrong. Was I really wrong?"
"No, I didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to seek justice for Grandma."
He roared angrily, but unfortunately, no one listened to his explanation. They beat and scolded him, telling him to scram and never wanting to see him again.
"I've told you before, don't let hatred blind your eyes. Why? You just don't listen to me and insist on doing things your own way."
Lord Hunter appeared like a ghost. His eyes were filled with sadness and sadness, but his tone was calm.
"No, I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong. I, Zhao Shu, will never be wrong. It's them, they don't understand me …"
Zhao Shu clutched his hair in pain and roared hysterically.
"Shu 'er, Grandma knows that you are filial, but Grandma has never blamed your grandfather. Grandma loves him very, very much. Being able to give birth to a child for him, Grandma is already very satisfied. You are wrong, really wrong!"
A gentle and loving voice suddenly came from behind, causing Zhao Shu's body to tremble. He slowly turned his head in disbelief. Seeing the kind face of his grandmother that he yearned for day and night, he immediately burst into tears of joy. Like a wronged child seeing his parent, he rushed towards her with a sobbing tone, "Grandma …"
Unexpectedly, Grandma took a few steps back. Her expression changed, causing him to pounce on empty air. She looked at him with cold and disgusted eyes and shouted, "You are not my Shu 'er. You devil, get out of my Shu' er's body."
"Grandma, what's wrong? I'm not a devil, I'm really your Shu 'er! "
This sudden change made Zhao Shu's face pale, and his heart ached as if it was being stabbed by a knife. He helplessly looked at his beloved grandmother, who was looking at him with disgust and hatred in her eyes, and shouted helplessly.
"Damn old woman, you actually saw through me. Go to hell."
A gloomy voice suddenly sounded. Zhao Shu covered his mouth in disbelief because this strange voice actually came from his own mouth.
But before he could figure out what was going on, he uncontrollably grabbed his grandmother's neck and roared with a ferocious face, "Damn old woman, go to hell …"
Grandma desperately tore his iron-like hands in anger and horror, but she couldn't break free at all. Gradually, because of the difficulty in breathing, her face turned blue, and her eyes gradually became bloodshot and bulged outwards. She looked as horrible as she could be.
"Bastard, stop right there!"
His uncle's thunderous voice exploded in his ears.
"You inhumane animal, you even want to kill your grandmother. I don't have a son like you."
Zhao Yinan ran over quickly. She was so angry that her whole body was trembling, and her eyes were filled with strong disgust and hatred.
First Uncle Zhao Tianli, First Aunt Yao Lina, Zhao Xin, Zhao Jingjing, Second Uncle, Second Aunt, Third Aunt, Third Uncle, Nanny Zhang, Uncle Sun … All the members of the Zhao family appeared one after another. They stared at him with cold and hateful eyes, pointed at him, and scolded him for being an animal.
Zhao Shu was unprecedentedly panicked, but his body was not under his control at all, and even his expression was not under his control. The muscles on his face were twisted ferociously, and he madly strangled his grandmother to death.
"Ah! No! "
Zhao Shu let out a desperate and shrill cry.
Wheeze!
In the darkness, Zhao Shu suddenly sat up and gasped for breath. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. In this January weather, his pajamas were all soaked with sweat.
It turned out to be just a nightmare. Zhao Shu breathed a sigh of relief, and his pale face became a little ruddy. He picked up the teacup on the head of the bed and gulped it down. His beating heart gradually calmed down.
Leaning against the head of the bed, he did not turn on the light. He lit a cigarette and stared at the ceiling blankly, his eyes flickering. At this moment, the question that had been sealed for a long time came to his mind again.
Why did he have such a dream? How did his grandmother die? Did she really die of illness? Why couldn't he remember anything?
He only remembered that he was seriously ill, and when he woke up, his grandmother was already dead. He did not even have the chance to see her for the last time. For this reason, he cried and made a scene.
In the past, although his father seldom came back because of his busy work, every time he came back, he would bring him gifts and play with him with a smile on his face. But since his grandmother died, his father never smiled again, and his eyes became extremely complicated and indifferent when he looked at him.
At that time, he thought that his father was too sad because of his grandmother's death, so he did not pay much attention to it. In addition, a few days later, his father forced him to study abroad despite his objection, causing the relationship between him and his father to deteriorate rapidly. Occasionally, when they talked on the phone, they would start to quarrel before they could finish a few words. They often parted on bad terms, which made him angry and stay abroad even during the Chinese New Year.
But his father did not seem to care at all. Instead, it was as if out of sight, out of mind. This made him very sad, and his character became more rebellious and twisted. He spent all day abroad drinking and taking drugs, looking for excitement. Until he met Master Hunter, which changed the course of his life.
When he came back this time, he always felt that the servants at home treated him strangely. Even Nanny Zhang, the wet nurse who fed him since he was a child, seemed to be avoiding him. She only greeted him a few times, then hid in the kitchen and refused to come out.
This made him a little confused, but he did not think much about it. He thought that it might be because he had not been back for several years, so they became unfamiliar with each other. But at this moment, he always felt that things did not seem that simple.
How on earth did his grandmother die? In his memory, his grandmother had always been in good health. Even if she often thought of that heartless man, she was indeed as contented as she said, and would never be depressed into illness. Why did his grandmother die after he became seriously ill?
The smoke curled up, and Zhao Shu squinted his eyes. His gloomy eyes flashed with a dim light. When he was thinking hard, a strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart.
This made his face change greatly. He quickly pressed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed out of the room without even taking a shower.
"Young master, it's so late, are you still going out?"
Uncle Sun, the gardener and the husband of Nanny Zhang, was in the yard taking care of the flower bed. Seeing that he was going out so late, he raised his head and asked in surprise.
"Yes, Uncle Sun, my tutor suddenly called me and said that there is something urgent. I have to go immediately. Please go back and tell Uncle and the others that I am leaving."
Zhao Shu forced a smile, casually said a perfunctory sentence, and hurriedly ran to the garage.
"Ah, you are leaving so soon!"
Uncle Sun said in surprise, but did not stop him. He even let out a sigh of relief, looking at Zhao Shu's back with a complicated expression.
Buzz!
Zhao Shu had no time to greet him, nor did he pay attention to Uncle Sun's attitude. The inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart became heavier and heavier. He could not wait to drive the car, quickly rushed out of the Zhao Family, and disappeared into the darkness.
"Young Master Shu has left?"
The door opened quietly, and Nanny Zhang quietly poked her head out and said with a complicated expression.
"Yes, he said that there is an urgent matter, and he has to leave overnight."
Uncle Sun answered softly.
Nanny Zhang slowly walked out of the room and looked at the taillights of Zhao Shu's car in the distance. Her face was full of complex expressions, and she faintly sighed, "What a sin, that year …"
"Alright, watch your mouth. Don't forget what the Old Master ordered."
Uncle Sun's face changed, and he scolded in a low voice.
Nanny Zhang's face changed, and she looked around guiltily. Seeing that there was no one around, she gently pulled Uncle Sun's ear, and said discontentedly, "There is no outsider here. What's wrong with me talking about it?"
"Shh, remember, walls have ears. No matter what, you are not allowed to mention what happened in the past. Also, I don't want to scold you, but when Young Master Shu comes back, you just show up and then hide. Aren't you afraid that he will be suspicious?"
Uncle Sun had always been fond of Nanny Zhang, but at this moment, he unexpectedly pushed her hand away and scolded her angrily.
Nanny Zhang shrank her neck, showing a look of fear, and whispered, "I am not afraid of Young Master Shu …"
"Well, shut up, don't say anymore. This matter ends here. If you do this again when Young Master Shu comes back next time, I will have to take you away from the Zhao Family."
Uncle Sun sternly glared at her and warned.
Nanny Zhang opened her mouth, feeling wronged, but stopped speaking. Finally, it turned into a long sigh, echoing in the cold night for a long time.
"Well, it's cold outside. Go back and rest early. Young Master Shu left overnight, and I have to report to the master."
Seeing Nanny Zhang's pitiful look, Uncle Sun knew that what happened in the past really scared her. He gently hugged her, and his voice became soft, "Don't be afraid. Young Master Shu is now living abroad. Even if he comes back, he will only stay temporarily. As long as you don't give yourself away, nothing will happen."
"Well, I know. You should go early and come back early."
Nanny Zhang nodded, helped him adjust the collar of his clothes, and gently told him.
"Well, go back to the room quickly. Don't catch a cold."
Uncle Sun smiled, turned around, and walked out of the yard.
Nanny Zhang stood in the bleak yard, quietly in a daze for a moment, then sighed and turned back to the room.
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