Wenqiong's parents have been very busy. When he was five years old, on his birthday, his mother gave him a little white cat.

The little white cat is very cute, snow-white, without any defects, its eyes are also very clear, dark green vertical pupil, as if people see a vibrant forest, its voice is soft and waxy, this kitten's favorite is to take advantage of Wen Qiong's reading when climbing on his legs to rest.

Wenqiong liked it very much, so later, he buried it in the soil with his own hands.

"Little Joan Why kill Xiaobai? "

Five year old Wen Qiong looked up at his mother's beautiful face. His innocent face was still stained with soil, and his clothes were more or less stained with some. He looked like a naughty ordinary child.

"Because Xiaobai is so good, it shouldn't be in this world," the child with delicate face said with a smile

"You say What? "

"Mom, the world doesn't deserve it."

"That little Joan How do you feel about mom? "

The child immediately said, "good."

The beautiful woman trembled.

From that day on, wenqiong's mother did not dare to give him anything alive. When she tried to hold the baby well, she saw the hand that the child stretched out to her. She seemed to see that his hand was about to pinch her neck. Later, she did not dare to get closer.

Little wenqiong did not understand why his mother suddenly alienated himself, just, alienation is alienated, anyway, his mother does not exist, will not have any impact on him.

When Wen Qiong was seven years old, his father brought a man who was tall and thin. The man talked with him, read books with him, and drew with him. Wen Qiong liked to talk with him, because he would not treat himself as a childish child.

On his parents' wedding anniversary, there were many roses in the house. The man touched his head and said, "Joan, don't you like painting? It's better to draw a wedding dress for your bride in the future, just like your parents

"What is a bride?"

"The bride, who can always be with you, will love her very much and she will love you very much."

"What is love?"

"Love When you look at her, you will want to touch her. When you touch her, you will want to keep her by your side forever. In short, she is the only choice. "

At that time, Wen Qiong didn't know what he knew. When he was bored again, he thought of the man's words and drew the wedding dress for the first time. The little wenqiong didn't know whether there would be a person who was "not her" around him. He just had a heart attack.

The bride is the one who will always be with him.

But soon, he was distressed, too much like, he would not help but want to kill her.

After all, the world is not beautiful.

Later Wen Qiong knew that this man had another name, called a psychologist.

He doesn't know what a psychologist is, but he knows what a doctor is. The doctor will lock him in a white ward, force him to take medicine every day and prick his skin with a needle. He hates doctors.

When the man came back, little wenqiong took a heavy tool and loosened a piece of the wooden stairs. Then he put the tools away and stood in the stairwell on the third floor, waving to the man who entered the gate.

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