human ice maker

Chapter 938 The Dusty Mystery Is Waiting For You For A Lifetime ([-])

There is a kind of love that cannot come again when it is too late.There is a kind of love that cannot be traced back when it is gone.

From birth to growing up, this kind of love, this kind of love has always been with us.Even on the long road of life, we encounter no matter how difficult setbacks and injuries we encounter, it never leaves.

The smiling face of the father, the kindness of the mother, the disputes and warmth between the brothers and sisters will always be deeply engraved in the deepest part of our memory, and they are traces that cannot be erased in a lifetime.This love, this kind of affection, it has a name called family affection.

Family love is precious and irreplaceable.But for a person like Eleven, family affection is a distant and unfamiliar luxury, so luxurious that he never thought of having it.

In training camp, they have no names, just a numerical code.The instructors called them bastards, bastards, shit, chops, and they never got angry about it.Because they are indeed scumbags, a scumbag who doesn't even know who their parents are, no one loves, no one loves, only rely on themselves to survive like a weed.

When other people's children cuddled in their parents' arms and acted like a baby, cried over a little bump, and made a lot of noise over a toy, these children in the training camp have already learned how to kill and how to abandon them. How that ridiculous pity silently licked the wounds on his body every lonely and cold night.Even when sleeping, you have to hold the gleaming dagger tightly, and be wary of whether the people sleeping on your upper or lower bunk will get up in the middle of the night and stab yourself.Often a slight movement can wake up everyone in the entire dormitory.Every day, he is on guard against everyone around him with fear and trembling. Those eyes that are always vigilant and full of cold murderous intent are in sharp contrast to the innocent and immature faces.

Here there is no one to trust, no one to rely on, sometimes even oneself dare not believe it, let alone others?There was no innocence in their childhood, and there was no fun in their growth. There was only tireless training, fighting, and fighting, and the only thing they could trust was the weapon in their hands.

There is no emotion, no warmth in the training camp, only coldness and blood and killing day after day.Every day I lived in the thrill of killing and the fear of being killed, until my blood became cold, my heart became numb, my tears dried up, and I could no longer feel pain.From then on, they really let go of the so-called emotional baggage and were molded into the most cold-blooded murder tools.

Family?What it is?The kids in training camp never know, and don't want to know.The only thing they desire is to live tenaciously, not to be so bored as to hope for such unattainable and stupid things.Because in the training camp, there is no need for love at all.Even if his subordinates left "love", the price he paid would be his own life.

Therefore, there is no emotion in the training camp, and there is no need for emotion. The people who come out of there are the most cold-blooded and ruthless tools.

The same is true for 11, he has never expected such a thing as family affection, and he has never even thought about it.Even when Liu Dao told him that his father was Zhuge Huang and that his twin sister was Zhuge Hui, 11 was just stunned and let it go.Knowing his life experience, there was no ripple in his heart, not even a little wave, as if he was listening to someone else's story.

Whether you say he is cold-blooded or heartless, in fact 11 really has no feelings for Zhuge Huang and Zhuge Hui, the father and daughter.So when Zhuge Hui appeared in the kitchen, 11 just glanced at her lightly as if looking at a stranger, and then went back to doing her own thing.

Zhuge Hui stood at the door and hesitated for a while, before finally making up her mind to bravely walked into the kitchen and stood behind 11, silently watching his busy figure.Looking at the bleak and lonely back as before, Zhuge Hui's eyes were full of complicated emotions.

Her younger brother hasn't changed, just the same as the two times I saw him before, he is still so cold, so cold and inhuman, so cold that he rejects people for thousands of miles.Even his eyes were filled with indifference.There is no luster of color, only lifeless gray in the eyes.Like a walking dead, it seems that nothing can arouse his interest.Every time Zhuge Hui met his eyes, an inexplicable sadness surged in Zhuge Hui's heart, and he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, as if he could empathize with him, and could understand his loneliness, his loneliness.

In the past, Zhuge Hui only thought that he should be a person with a lot of stories, full of mystery, but after knowing that the person in front of her was her long-lost brother, she looked at him with a look of pity .

She knew that 11's indifference was just a disguised mask, but he couldn't pretend the lonely atmosphere on his body.It is a kind of loneliness and loneliness that comes from the deepest part of the bone marrow.It was as if there was only one person wandering around in his world, no one to rely on, no one to talk to, and all the pain and sorrow were silently endured alone.Like an abandoned child, wandering alone in the world, after having tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, the heat and coldness of the world, and being injured again and again, silently licking the wound alone.Then gradually buried his heart from now on, and began to disguise himself with indifference, rejecting the approach of others, and rejecting all concerns.In the vast world, only he was left wandering and wandering alone.

Sighing softly, Zhuge Hui realized that her eye sockets were already wet unconsciously.Staring at the figure of 11, she bit her lip lightly. What kind of thrilling experiences did he have in his life?Can such a young person completely close his heart after going through all kinds of vicissitudes?

Just as Zhuge Hui was distracted, 11 turned off the fire, poured the dishes in the pot into an empty plate on the side, and then began to wash the pot to prepare for the next dish.

Zhuge Hui took a step forward and whispered, "Shall I come?"

11 glanced back at her, but still couldn't see any color of emotion in those indifferent eyes, and said in the same indifferent tone: "No need." Then he ignored her, bowed his head and continued to do his own work. There was no chance for Zhuge Hui to intervene in this matter.

Zhuge Hui, who was rejected, had no self-assessed helper who came forward to help her. Facing this brother whom she didn't know at all, she had always maintained a cautious attitude, fearing that she would make him unhappy if she said or did something wrong.It's rare for relatives who have been separated for many years to reunite, but there is no scene of joy and tears that should have been there. There are only a younger brother putting on a face of refusal, and an older sister carefully trying to make up for the 20 years. I have owed my brother for many years.

Seeing 11 skillfully scrubbing the spatula, Zhuge Hui hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you usually cook by yourself?"

11 stopped washing the spatula for a moment, then resumed working without answering her.Except for himself, no one knew his state of mind at the moment, whether he didn't bother to answer, didn't want to communicate with this sister, or just didn't want to speak?
Zhuge Hui looked at the prepared dishes on the side again, smelled the fragrance of the dishes, and said from the heart: "Your cooking skills are really better than our chefs. .”

11 still didn't speak, and after washing the spatula, put it back on the gas stove and ignite it to dry.

Zhuge Hui smiled bitterly, she knew that there was an unbreakable gap between her and 11, and the estrangement of more than 20 years could not be made up by just relying on that little blood.Although she wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with 11, even if it was like a pair of ordinary friends, so that she could learn more about this younger brother who had passed by twice, but 11's indifference made her Feeling unsustainable, the mood full of hope is even more depressed.

Biting his lip, Zhuge Hui asked hesitantly, "Dad's matter...do you know?"

11's performance was still not the slightest reaction, not even turning his head.But Zhuge Hui knew that if he didn't speak, it also meant acquiescing, that is to say, he already knew the father-son relationship between himself and Zhuge Huang.

Zhuge Hui said hesitantly: "Dad...he used to look for you, but he has never heard from you. He has also had a bad life these years, and often misses you and mother. You...don't blame him, okay? "

11 continued to turn his back to her, staring at the water stains in the pot that were about to dry up, but there was not even the slightest wave in his eyes.It seemed that Zhuge Hui's existence was nothing more than a cloud of air in his eyes, or that she was talking about things that had nothing to do with him.

After waiting for a long time but still not being able to get an answer from 11, Zhuge Hui guessed that he might not want to touch on this topic. After all, the heart knot and unfamiliarity of more than 20 years cannot be easily forgiven and let go.Sighing softly, Zhuge Hui asked again: "How have you been doing these years?"

"Here!" When a ladle of oil was put into the pan, there was a crisp sound instantly.The oil in the pot is like Zhuge Hui's heart at the moment, being burned by 11's indifference bit by bit.If possible, she would rather scold her a few times at 11, which is far less hurtful than ignoring her like this.

Zhuge Hui looked at 11 with a complicated expression, and asked cautiously, "Are you still blaming us?"

At this time, Eleven finally had a little reaction. He turned his head and gave her a look of impatience, and said three cold words coldly: "You are very annoying."

The three words "You are annoying" hit Zhuge Hui's heart like a sledgehammer, her face turned pale instantly, and there was even a trace of pain in her eyes.It was as if someone had stabbed the softest part of my heart with a needle, and even breathing was painful.

(End of this chapter)