She taught him how to use the shower head to take a hot bath. It was the first time in his life that he took a hot bath, and in such a beautiful bathroom.
She bought him clothes, and it was the first time that he wore clothes that belonged only to him, instead of picking up clothes from others.
He liked the knife on the website, and she bought it for him without much hesitation. She just taught him that the knife should not be used casually or hurt people casually.
That should be the first time he received a gift in his life.
A special gift that he will truly love.
The blade was cold and the blade was sharp. In addition to giving him a sense of security, it also gave him warmth.
Later, she taught him to sleep on the bed, not under the bed or in the cupboard. She taught him how to read, write homework, surf the Internet, and teach him all the common sense of life.
She also asked him to get up and exercise every morning. In order to train his independence, she also taught him how to cook and various survival skills.
No one had ever been so kind to him. Sometimes, he would wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night, sweating profusely and turn on the light, feeling the magical power the light gave him.
At that time, a sentence would always ring in his mind: It turns out that all this is real and not a dream.
He thought that he had spent all his life's luck to meet his sister.
He originally thought that he and his sister would live happily ever after, and he even looked forward to a quiet and beautiful life in the future countless times, but all of this disappeared like a bubble.
His world became dark again, and his life returned to its starting point again.
He is still the poor bug in the damp and dark Underground Passage, and he is still a being that everyone avoids and hates.
After she left, for many dark nights, he hugged himself and nestled in the familiar corner of the closet, trying to drive away the fear that enveloped his body.
How many mornings had he imagined that a familiar figure would suddenly open the closet and shout, 'The sun is shining on your butt, why haven't you gotten up yet? '
Or 'Why are you sleeping in the closet again? ' Something like that, and then he reached over in a daze, grabbed her warm and dry little hand, and slowly crawled out of the closet.
Many nights, when he woke up from delusional nightmares, a gentle voice with disgust coaxed him, "It's just a dream, what's the big deal, and dreams are all reversed..." and so on.
How many nights had he imagined that she was still lying next to him by a wall, quietly watching the computer or sleeping.
Unfortunately, this will never happen again.
She left, she didn't want him anymore.
As soon as this thought came out, Yu Shengan hit the coffee table with his fist like a beast whose territory had been violated.
The glass of the coffee table was shattered, and his hand was cut by the fragments, bleeding profusely.
However, it was as if he couldn't see these bright colors in his eyes, and he didn't feel pain.
The whole person shook her head like a demon. "No, no, she will not abandon me, she will not abandon me, someone must have hurt her, someone must have forced her."
Yes, that must be the case. He wanted to find out. He wanted to find those who hurt her and forced her.
Like a trapped beast, Yu Shengan was getting more anxious and irritable day by day. After smashing the computer again, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.
From that day on, he no longer ran around like a little beast after being frightened. Instead, he bought a new computer and stayed at home.