Chapter 25 Chapter Thirteen

After the summer vacation, Gu Qiusha arranged for Wang'er to transfer to a private elementary school, which is a noble school invested by Erya Education Group, which claims to specialize in cultivating family business successors.But the child firmly disagreed, and he had to study in a public school, even though he didn't have many friends in Changshou Road No. 1 Primary School.After several disputes, Gu Qiusha was worried that he would flee back to his biological mother, so she could only agree to his request, but sent a driver to pick him up and go to school every day.Wang'er received special treatment at school. Many people wanted to see this prodigy, but the security guards refused to let him in, and even his classmates were not allowed to talk to him at will.

Wang'er likes painting very much. Gu Qiusha set up a studio at home, filled with various plaster figures and paints, and can paint a few good sketches and watercolors every week. Late at night in autumn, Gu Qiusha walked through the studio after taking a shower, and found that the light was still on in the crack of the door, and found that Wang'er was not sleeping, but was standing in front of the easel, holding a pencil and dabbing vigorously, her body trembling violently like a pendulum. A picture of a ten-year-old boy sketching—a dimly discernible dark space, more like a nineteenth-century etching, with dirty water dripping everywhere, and a mottled wall covered in cobwebs in the background.A man was lying face down on the ground with a dagger stuck in his back, and several mice crawled across his neck.Judging from his hairstyle and the outline of his face, he should only be in his twenties.

What made Gu Qiusha even more mad was that she recognized the shirt worn by the man in this painting, and the striped logo on the sleeve tube, which she picked out by herself in the mall ten years ago as a birthday present for her fiancé. He died wearing this shirt. She rushed into the studio, hugged the child and pulled him aside, staring into his eyes: "Wang'er, are you sick?" The boy's face was pale, with sweat dripping from his forehead, he shook his head tremblingly: "I had a dream." Gu Qiusha looked at the black and white sketch: "Did you draw the scene from the nightmare?"

"yes." This is also her nightmare, which has resurfaced every morning for ten years—the scene when Shen Ming's body was found by the police. As for the police officer who found the body, the man named Huang Hai has frequently appeared near the company in the past year.The case of He Nian's murder has not progressed, and many people in the company have been questioned by the police.Gu Qiusha always had a feeling that Police Officer Huang Hai's attention was ten years ago. Just like the temperature in a mercury needle, the air is getting colder and colder, but Lu Zhongyue's attitude suddenly improves.For the adopted son who does not share his surname, Lu Zhongyue has more smiles, often takes the initiative to talk to Wang'er, and even sits together to watch the NBA or Serie A.

Although family harmony is a good thing, it made her feel uneasy. The nightmare sketch she found in the studio was quietly burned the next day.When she saw Wang'er's gaze again, she would think of the man who had died long ago—he always had his eyes downcast, looked a little weak, his face was quite delicate, and his skin was pale.He had large, dark eyes, which were lost in thought when quiet, and which sometimes shone with the most diabolical hatred.His hair wasn't all black, with some strange dark brown mixed in, covering almost half of his forehead. Gu Qiusha no longer dared to look Wang'er in the eye.

I slept with him several times at night , Waking up to find Shen Ming's face lying on the pillow, Gu Qiusha jumped up and screamed in fright.Wang'er opened her eyes, and asked her sleepily what was wrong, but she didn't know how to answer, so she could only infer that she had a nightmare. In the depths of the cold winter night, his eyes shone with a strange light, not like a child at all.He slowly approached Gu Qiusha, wrapped his hands around the back of her neck, like a long-lost lover, gently kissed the cheeks and the roots of the ears, and blew kitten-like hot air into her eardrums.This pond, which had already dried up to the bottom, was awakened and watered by this boy, returning to the age of twenty-five.

Only then did Gu Qiusha realize that she still loves him. One morning, she heard the sound of crying, and saw Wang'er crying with his pillow in his arms. She had never seen him so sad that he almost wet the bed sheet.She tried not to push him awake, but instead put her ear to his mouth, she heard a sad dream sound - "I...don't...want...to die...I...don't...want...to die ...I...don't...want...to die...Xiao...zhi..." Who is Twig?