Take down that Alpha school grass

Chapter 122 Extra Story 4 About Electric Shock Therapy

A burst of pain came.

"I played the wrong sound again." Han Ying held a small stick in her hand, and tapped it on his little finger lightly, "Why can't I always play it badly here?"

Chen Weiwan was a little flustered when he was young, but he didn't withdraw his hands. Instead, he lowered his head sadly: "This is what the teacher taught me last night, and my fingers are not long enough, sometimes..."

"Xiao Wan, don't make excuses." Han Ying half squatted in front of him, her eyes were half hopeful and half disappointed, "Only incompetent people will keep making excuses, mom hopes you can do everything well. "

He lowered his head, covered his eyes with thick eyelashes, seemed to be suppressing his sadness, and said, "I see."

The summer sun is strong and dazzling. In the scorching afternoon, he blows the air-conditioning wind to make him drowsy, but every time he wants to sleep, he always pinches his arm to force himself to wake up, and continues to practice piano in the piano room.

He was only five years old at that time, and he was not afraid of being scolded or beaten by his family like other children. What he feared most was the occasional coldness and disappointment in the eyes of his mother who praised him all day long.

Disappointment is more worrying than scolding.

All his daily necessities must be sorted and arranged. He must go to bed at a fixed time every day. The books he reads before going to bed must be planned according to the categories, and he spends every day in music English and preschool tutoring classes.

Han Ying often said: "You are different from your sister. You are a perfect child. You can do everything well, and you must do well."

So he knew that nothing could go wrong.

He wants to be organized, he wants to be the best at everything, he wants to live a life of monotony and hard work very early, when other children are still peeing and playing with mud.

Studies, personality, interests, everything should be like a prescribed program.

Sometimes when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would hear his parents arguing, his mother screaming sharply, his father was forever silent, and sometimes he would throw things when he couldn't bear it anymore.

If it was such a night, he would have to work harder the next day, otherwise his father's indifference to the family would be all because of his child's "imperfection" and "dislike".

But he still has an innate character defect that cannot be restrained.

He doesn't like and can't tolerate anyone who touches what he likes.

Once faced with other people touching the items he cares about, he will be stunned in an instant, without any emotional management.

During the family banquet, a large group of uncles from the father's generation came, and the children of each family also formed a huge crowd.The real person in charge of the Chen family—his grandfather called him away, picked him up and played with him for a while, and then kept praising him, saying that although Xiaowan was the youngest, he was the child who had the most personality when he was young.

Han Ying looked at his father, Chen Zhao, with a smile full of pride, and said to him, "Xiao Wan, give your new Lego plane to Grandpa."

The smile on Chen Weiwan's face disappeared in an instant, and he refused in front of all the guests: "No, this is mine."

Grandpa wasn't angry, instead he said cheerfully to him: "Is it okay to show Grandpa?"

He hugged the little plane into his arms: "No one can do it."

Grandpa laughed, tapped his forehead, and reached out to touch his little plane.

In the next second, Chen Weiwan slapped his grandfather's face all at once.

And he himself didn't understand why he did this, it was almost a subconscious reaction when he saw others touching his things.

Although the strength was not strong, this rude action immediately silenced the audience.

Grandpa was not angry, but felt that Chen Weiwan was joking, but Han Ying couldn't hold back immediately, and Chen Weiwan's elder brother's cousin happily joked: "Xiaowan is good at everything, but she has never been able to learn from Confucius. Melt the pear spirit."

"This is not like grandpa, but he followed my uncle, with a tenacious spirit."

Listening to the half-joking jokes of the family, Han Ying's face became more and more ugly, leaving only a distorted smirk.

Later, almost every day, Han Ying would call him out at a certain time and force him to share his favorite things with other children.

"This new Lego, can you play with this little brother?"

"No." Chen Weiwan stood in front of Lego, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The children who were called to play together were even more ignorant, and directly disassembled several parts. In an instant, the young Chen Weiwan felt that his heart was broken.

He was about to hit the ignorant child, but was stopped by Han Ying, who taught him, "Xiao Wan, a really sensible child must be willing to share his toys with others, so that others will like you."

The outstretched hand froze in the air.

Han Ying smiled softly at him and said, "Xiaowan, don't let mom not like you."

He took a step back and didn't resist anymore, just looking at the toy that was taken away by other children, his heart was pierced.

This kind of thing happened again and again, and finally all the unbearable emotions piled up and exploded when he was in the first grade.

On that day, it was another painful part like a nightmare. He wanted to give his new favorite toy tower to others to play with.

Just as he walked out of the room with the tower in his arms, his foot suddenly slipped, and the toy tower fell to the ground and shattered.

He squatted down in a daze, as if he had lost his soul. He didn't react until Han Ying asked the nanny to clean up the toys, and tears fell to the ground.

"Xiaowan, don't be sad about this kind of thing, mom can still buy a lot."

Han Ying rarely saw him get emotional, so she knelt down to comfort him for a long time.

He was still in the same place, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Han Ying never knew that he was not sad at that time, but joy, a strange and distorted cry of joy.

Great.....it broke.

Once it's broken, you don't have to share it with others, and you don't have to see others touch it.Even if I can no longer play, this pain is far better than the tearing feeling of handing over to others.

He even felt pleasure.

Later, he raised a rabbit, which was a very cute dwarf rabbit, cute and soft. His happiest moment every day was holding half a carrot, opening the cage to release the rabbit, stroking its little ears, and giving it to him with his own hands. It feeds, and the little guy will suck his fingers every time after eating, comforting his tiredness all day.

But not long after, Han Ying asked him to lend the rabbit to the children of his fourth uncle's family to play.

He struggled and resisted for a long time, finally defeated by Han Ying's frustrated and disappointed eyes, and chose to compromise.

"Try hard to be a child with a perfect personality, because you are the hope of your mother, and your father hasn't come home for a long time."

He swallowed bitterly, tossed and turned in the middle of the night, and came to the rabbit cage.

The shattered toy tower made of Lego appeared in front of his eyes again, and he felt sore and nauseated, which made him delirious, but he finally calmed down and looked at the harmless and soft herbivore.

The process of killing a rabbit is much simpler than he imagined.

The most vulnerable part of a rabbit is the back of its head. As long as it is held on the ground and fell cruelly, even though it kicked its legs and struggled when it died, it could not even make a sound.

He watched the red rabbit eyes gradually turn gray, and felt the warm white balls in his hands gradually turn cold. Although there was no blood on his hands, he still felt the smell of blood.

It is the breath of dying life, it is death, it is destruction.

But the pain of giving what he loves to others has also weakened.

It's better to be dead than to be someone else.

The rabbit's body was thrown back into the cage by him, and he covered his mouth and ran into the toilet, vomiting it out.

Stench, rot, death, destruction.

Even after many years, the memories and feelings hidden in the dark depths of his heart can still be drilled back into his dream at midnight in an instant.

Not long after, he lost his mother who was by his side again.

Chen Zhao brought back his stepmother, and brought back two sons who were more beaten than him, almost rubbing Han Ying's dignity on the ground.

Han Ying's depression broke out, and she really didn't want to stay in China to know any news about Chen Zhao, so she left in a hurry, leaving Chen Weiyan and Chen Weiwan behind, and returned to her hometown overseas.

On that day, Chen Weiwan ran away from home privately for the first time, but he didn't expect to run into gangsters and a very arrogant child when he ran away from home for the first time.

That child was rude and rude, repeatedly jumping on the bottom line of his patience, but Naihe was cute, which made him remember it for many years.

In the blink of an eye, he was 12 years old and differentiated into an S-level alpha.

It was also his first official illness.

He tore up and burned the pages of his beloved books in the room, and his reason was swallowed by the fire of resentment for no reason. He didn't care about everything he hated, but he buried almost everything in the madness beloved.

When he finally woke up, Brother Zhang and Xu Siwen, the only bodyguards at home that day, brought him to the hospital in a panic. They were disturbed by his s-level pheromone and could hardly drive.

The doctor said that his illness was firstly due to a natural physical disease, and secondly due to an acquired psychological inducement. It is a very rare illness that only S-level alphas will suffer from.

This disease made him want to destroy something more the more he loved it.

But he didn't think it mattered, because he was used to losing.

From all the toys from childhood, to that rabbit, even his mother.Then I was dreamed of by music later.

He is always losing, "losing" has become a habit, and his mind is numb.

As long as this disease can be controlled by taking medicine, nothing else can make him feel uneasy.

And just when he thought he was going to control his illness forever, the child reappeared in front of him.

Lin Moci seemed to have changed a lot, but at the same time he didn't seem to have changed.

She was still careless and mischievous as before, but she became more beautiful and full of brutality.

From the moment they met again, he found that he couldn't help bullying Lin Moci.

Once Lin Moci got in close contact with other people, his bullying would intensify.

He bullied the other party in the open and in the dark during the day, but he didn't hate it, because at night he would dream that he was holding the other party under his body, bullying in another way again and again.

He failed to really bully each other.

On the contrary, it was him who fell day by day, hugged and fell in love with that child, ruined his competition results for him, and entered the treatment base for him.

In the past, he even killed his pets with his own hands in order not to let others touch them, and he never kept pets again.

Because all the beloved things that are going to be touched by others, it is better to destroy them in advance.

But for Lin Moci, he felt for the first time that as long as the other party is good, even if it doesn't belong to him.

Even if my heart is cut like a knife.

Passing through layers of obstacles and shackles, he would always see that dark basement. Lin Moci hugged him who was going crazy, and comforted him time and time again, "Don't be afraid."

——The electric shock is over.

The German next to him praised his willpower in English.

Chen Weiwan woke up from the memories, countless drops of sweat dripped from the ground, he clenched his fists in severe pain, trying to recover from all the painful memories.

A group of staff came up, untied the device for him, and helped him get off the chair.

The process of shocking the glands not only made him suffer physical pain, but also repeatedly recalled the experience related to the disease.

But no matter how painful each time is, he will always think of Lin Moci in the end.

And when thinking of Lin Moci, it doesn't hurt anymore.