King’s Landing

On the third day I came to Chen's house, I finally gradually realized how naive I was before.

After going through a series of tedious and outdated procedures for recognizing our ancestors and returning to our ancestors, brother A Yuan and I were both placed in a remote courtyard that was not too small or too small.

Only then did we know that the so-called Second Young Master of the Chen family had no status at all in the family. It was not enough to have strength and strength, and it was necessary to have no brains. In this powerful family, the Chen family was just raised as a waste. It's the same as letting him spend his days drinking and drinking outside.

And the second young master of the Chen family is very clear about this, and has never complained about anything. In his words, he has enjoyed enough things in the Chen family in this life.

At least it has never been reduced to street clothes without food and clothing, people always have to be content.

So he actually didn't care much about me as a dispensable heir. It was just that Uncle Chen kept talking beside him, and he just brought me back out of desperation.

The result of the combination of all aspects is that I have no status in the Chen family in the true sense.

Even though I was not treated badly in terms of food and clothing, even the lowest servants turned a blind eye to me.

If I was outstanding, I might have gained some respect, but unfortunately, the lag caused by the years of laziness cannot be made up for in a short period of time.

If the indifference of the so-called biological father, the contempt of the servants, and the unfair treatment in various occasions are nothing - after all, the Chen family has indeed given me a better material life - then the matter of being bullied It's really tugging at my last sensitive nerve all the time.

If it is said that among the children of the Chen family, I belong to the bottom of the bottom of the pyramid, then Chen Hongcai is the top of the top of the pyramid.

Chen Hongcai is only 17 years old this year, but his strength has reached Huang 7, and his spiritual power has reached D+. Although he has family support, he is still considered an amazing talent.

It can be said that the hopes of the Chen family's generation are almost all placed on him. It is really afraid of falling when held in his hand, and afraid of being melted in his mouth.

This kind of attention and doting has led to the fact that although Chen Hongcai is only 17 years old, he is extremely proficient in all things that dudes know.

But all the elders would not criticize him, but blamed the subordinates for not taking good care of him or the other children must have done something wrong to provoke him.

The sad thing is that I don't know when I got in the way of this little ancestor. He started to trouble me every day just a few days after I arrived.

What started out as a prank of temptation, to the discovery that I was low and unimportant, turned into a real bullying.

Insults between conversations, physical beatings, slaps, forcing us to eat spoiled meals, spitting in our faces, asking us to wash his hands with ice water in winter, letting us lie down on the ground and do his Toy horse... only you can't think of it, and it can't be done without him.

During that time, I was covered in bruises and scars, always adding new ones.

Brother A Yuan and I have not tried to resist, but Chen Hongcai always has a powerful worshiper protecting him. Whenever we can't bear to resist, we will be beaten to a coma by the worshiper before giving up.

So we started trying to escape from this ghost place, even if we went back to the ghetto, it didn't matter, at least we could keep our freedom and dignity.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the door of Chen's house, he saw Uncle Chen standing a few steps away, looking at our embarrassed figure, he just smiled faintly and threatened: "If you insist on leaving, I will not stop you. But I can't vouch for the life of your two mothers."

Only then did we realize that we had nothing to do with such a situation. All the once beautiful fantasies and expectations were shattered like a mirror, but even if the roots of our teeth were bitten and the fists turned blue, we could only choose to endure.

But dissatisfaction and anger don't go away with time, they just build up.

When this amount reaches a certain limit, only one fuse is needed, and they will erupt violently, and finally devour the enemy violently, but also burn themselves at the same time.

And this fuse was Chen Hongcai's attempt to blaspheme me.

I don’t know if it’s fate or not. That day, the stratum worshiper beside him happened to have something wrong with his family and was not around. The new temporary worshiper was just at the 5th level of the mysterious layer, and it was probably a newcomer. Chen Hongcai didn’t look at it very closely, often Negligence.

So at my suggestion, brother A Yuan and I discussed the strategy one day in advance.

Then I pretended to be obedient, and asked Chen Hongcai to take the worshiper away in the middle of the night, unloaded all his weapons, and then tricked him into the room.

However, what greeted him behind the door was not a warm fragrant nephrite jade throwing his arms, but a head-on blow from brother A Yuan.

Although Chen Hongcai's mental power level is one grade higher than that of A Yuan's brother, because he has been spoiled in the greenhouse since he was a child, even if there is any accidental conflict, he will be resolved by the worshippers around him, so his actual combat ability is not comparable to that of a mercenary. Brother A Yuan, who has been struggling for so many years on the edge of life and death.

So Chen Hongcai tasted the feeling of being gagged and beaten for the first time in his life since he was born.

We videotaped the beating process and threatened him. If he dared to speak out, or insulted us again, we would publish the video to make him lose face.

Originally thought that he would have to swallow this breath for the sake of face, but we did not expect that the young and overconfident we misestimated Chen Hongcai's temperament.

For the young ancestor of the Chen family, who must be vindictive, being beaten by two playthings that are inferior to servants is an unprecedented humiliation in life. If he is allowed to endure this sigh and even dare not provoke the other party from now on, it would be better to kill him. He was happy.

As for face, in Chen Hongcai's words, even if someone dared to talk behind his back, everyone would still have to obey and tremble when they saw him, and he couldn't hear what they were talking about, so he could completely pretend that he didn't.

After the turmoil passed, he was still the young master of the Chen family, and he still lived a life where he could do whatever he wanted.

For us, we miscalculated this step, and even misestimated Chen Hongcai's extreme character, and directly stepped into the darkest abyss of despair.

What happened next, became a little fuzzy and confusing in my memory. It is probably that people's self-defense mechanism will weaken the memory of too sad and desperate by itself.

I probably only remember the roars, scoldings, whippings, tortures, distorted faces and splattered blood, the damp smell in the dungeon and the insects and rats scurrying around, Chen Hongcai’s triumphant and vicious appearances from time to time. His face, the cold wind and the rustling dust, the dirty prison uniform mixed with dried blood and sweat, and the sunlight that appeared and slowly crept away from the gap of the only narrow window fence on the high wall.

And during this period, I also saw once, and the last time, Uncle Chen with a somewhat disappointed face without any turbulence.

Then I realized that I was not wrong, Chen Ershao did lose his fertility, and Uncle Chen insisted that the reason for my coming back was not because of me, but because of brother A Yuan.

He thinks that brother A Yuan's strength and talent are very high. If he can join the Chen family in the end, then I might be able to compete for the position of family head. Even if I don't succeed, I can at least improve the status of this line.

But such a thing happened when our wings were not yet full, and he was not able to keep us any longer.

In other words, in order to try to clear the relationship, Chen Ershao and Chen Uncle simply handed over all the information about us, and we finally became abandoned children.

I don't know how I got through those days, and I don't know what happened to brother A Yuan, who was locked up independently from me.

I thought this dark life would last forever, but one day it was suddenly broken by the arrival of Chen Hongcai.

That day, brother A Yuan and I were both interrogated to a large hall, surrounded by a few servants, and then we caught sight of his mother, who was dying, bound and thrown to the ground.

And the broken clothes on her body, the bruised scars all over her body, and her unfocused eyes all indicate how inhumane she has been treated before.

Seeing the shocked and angry expressions on our faces, Chen Hongcai laughed proudly and arrogantly, and said to brother A Yuan in a mocking tone: "If you want to blame it, blame your little lover, I can't blame her If your mother takes action, then you can only vent to your mother, although it is a little old, but the charm is still there."

After he finished speaking, he stomped on the slender figure on the ground, stomping and kicking back and forth while admiring the pain and resentment on A Yuan's brother's expression and the movement of trying to break free of the rope.

How can someone who has already run out of fuel and burnt out of the lamp stand up to such torture, but within a few minutes, my aunt died forever in front of us, and her empty eyes were so wide open that she couldn't rest.

Brother Ayuan suddenly stopped all struggles, looked up at Auntie's corpse in a ridiculous manner, and then suddenly burst out with a desperate roar.

The voice seemed to contain all the grievances and unbearables he had suffered in the short ten years of his life, as well as his anger and hatred for this impermanent fate. And howling.

A tear of blood slowly flowed down from the corner of his eye, washed a clear trace on his cheek, and then dripped into the soil and disappeared without a trace.

We have no power, no power, no support in this world, only each other can warm each other. But there will always be some people who will deprive and trample on this last bit of light in their lives.

Isn't it humble enough? Isn't it miserable enough? Isn't it enough to bow down to the soaring ruler?

What can you do to let me go, let us go.

It is obviously the first time to be born as a human, why do you have to separate such three, six, nine and so on? Why is your life more noble than mine?

In the dark, as if someone was singing softly in Zhai Yiyuan's ear:

Since life is so difficult, it is better to resist death in exchange for a new life.