The thought of eating people only briefly flashed in his mind, and An Xiang woke up quickly and focused more attention on An Zimo.

He was small, wearing an ill-fitting and shabby shirt and jeans. His hair had not been taken care of for a long time and was a mess on his head.

The child was very quiet, huddled motionless in the corner. Dusk fell under his eyes, and there was no warmth in sight, only a coldness and alienation like the ice of winter.

An Xiang's heart was pounding, and she was stunned for a long time without speaking.

After a long silence, she suppressed her blush and summoned up the courage to say hello to An Zimo: "Hello, I, I'm your mother." The word "mother" lingered tenderly on the tip of her tongue. After speaking, her voice dropped, and she waited uneasily for An Zimo.

Mo Yinghe.

[My son is very introverted.]

[I must be shy when I see my mother.]

[Ah ah ah, he is so excited that he is speechless!]

An Xiang had a well-behaved expression, and her inner struggle and roar fell exactly into An Zimo's ears.

He didn't respond, silently took two steps back to distance himself, and automatically held his breath for this annoying inner thought.

At the same time, hatred began to ferment.

When did he start hating his mother and his family?

From her treating him as a tool for making money? From her beating him with various pieces of furniture? Or from the countless harsh verbal violence.

An Zimo couldn't explain clearly, all the hatred and unwillingness were turned into ashes when his body fell from the 20th floor.

He originally thought that his body and soul were dead. But he never thought that an accident three days ago would awaken his past life memories.

If I hadn't accidentally rolled down the mountain and hit my brain that day, maybe I would have been a moron who didn't know anything in this life. Maybe... that would be happier.

An Zimo is a genius.

He has superb language talent and logical thinking, and his photographic memory allows him to quickly absorb the knowledge he has learned.

His mother took a fancy to this and began to frequently let him appear on various TV shows and participate in various competitions. He became a tool for the woman to make money, and the title of "child prodigy" gradually became a burden.

When An Zimo was six years old, he was diagnosed with painless disease. His mother could not accept it and regarded him as a monster. She began to beat and abuse him with all the tools available around her, in the name of helping him to treat him.

The blood is red, the heart is cold, and he feels no pain.

All the emotions that humans should have are gradually lost due to domestic violence, and he lives in the world as numbly as a walking zombie.

One winter day when he was fourteen years old, he left because the world was not worthy of having him.

But why... why was he allowed to come back to this world again?

He can feel that there is something different in this life. Inexplicably, he has been stupid for three years since he was born. After crashing his brain, he suddenly regained the memory of his previous life, and even has the ability to read minds. As long as someone comes half a meter closer to him, he can see into the other person's heart.

All ideas in.

An Zimo thought it was time travel at first, but the painlessness from his previous life was still with him, and the face in front of him was exactly the same as that woman's.

--Nothing has changed.

Everyone in the village said he was abandoned.

An Zimo was not surprised. After all, that selfish and vain woman was not willing to waste her extra money and energy on a waste.

This is not a bad thing for him.

As long as he continues to act stupid and doesn't reveal his intelligence, she will definitely not take him away. As long as he waits for her to leave, the next thing will be much easier to handle.

No matter what, An Zimo should not have anything to do with this so-called mother in this life!

He looked around from the corner of his eye, grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it at An Xiang's face.

The attack came suddenly. An Xiang's eyes widened and he took a breath and quickly took a step back with his feet.

Snap.

The "stone" happened to fall five centimeters away from her toes, split into several petals, and faintly emitted a stench that smelled of green grass.

What he threw over was a ball of dried cow dung!

An wanted to hold her breath and took a few steps back, then said to An Zimo seriously: "Baby, why are you throwing shit at me?"

An Zimo looked at his hand that had grabbed the cow dung and said, "..." His face was distorted.

"You, come out quickly, it's very dirty to squat with daddy all the time."

An Xiang's words successfully reminded An Zimo.

So he spent half the day with cow dung?

An Zimo felt a chill, pursed his lips and walked out of the corner.

The young man was dirty all over, and there were a few weeds hidden in his clothes.

An Xiang couldn't see it, and looked confused: "Do you want to go over there and wash it?" There is a sink next to it, which is very convenient for washing.

An Zimo looked at the faucet not far away, and then at the frowning An Xiang, standing still and listening to his heart.

[My son is so dirty.]

[Sure enough, my mind is still unclear.]

[Oh, what can I do...]

After listening to her inner voice, An Zimo, who was about to wash his hands, unexpectedly rubbed his dirty little hands on her clean jeans in front of An Xiang with an expressionless expression. Finally, he shook his head, stepped up his short legs, and raised his arms.

And go.

An thought: "..." Pupil earthquake!!

Seeing that he was about to leave, An Xiang didn't even care about the stains on his pants, and focused on grabbing his son to wash his hands.

There were so many bacteria and she didn't want her son to get sick.

Taking advantage of his height advantage, An Xiang effortlessly grabbed An Zimo by the back of his collar and successfully stopped him from moving forward.

"Son, you want to..."

Before he could speak, An Zimo raised his arms to protect his head tightly. This was a completely instinctive protective measure.

His eyes were closed tightly, his shoulders were slightly hunched, his two small arms were tightly covered in front of his face, and his behavior was full of fear.

An Xiang was stunned, the moisture in her throat was drained instantly, her throat was so dry that she could no longer make any sound.

She slowly let go of her hand and watched the little body run away without making any movement.

An wanted to know what An Zimo's behavior just meant.

When people experience injury, they will unconsciously make a protective response. When the number of injuries is too many, this protective response becomes a conditioned reflex. Even a raise of a hand or a look in the eye can cause violent resistance in the body.

In the past, An Xiang had to experience this every day.

My son has been bullied...

My son may be bullied every day...

When this thought came up, I couldn't control my heartache, and my sadness and self-blame quickly spread. My nose felt sore, and my tears fell down.

An Xiang wiped away her tears randomly, sniffed and walked into the house.

The living room was full of people. The relatives who were drinking and eating meat and chatting and laughing instantly fell silent when they saw An wanted to come in. A dozen eyes all focused on her.

"Are you...thinking about it?" One of the middle-aged men called An Xiang's name uncertainly, and then looked her up and down.

An Xiang was born with a small face, her facial features were exquisite and delicate, without makeup, and her eyebrows were green and childish. She didn't look like a mother who had given birth to a child, but more like a simple high school student who had not been exposed to society.

She nodded casually, her eyes drifting to the closed door on the side, and she suddenly fell into a trance again.

"Zi, has Zimo returned to the room?" An Xiang faced so many humans for the first time. Although he was a little nervous and scared, he still mustered up the courage to ask.

"Zimo is in the room at the back."

Someone pointed to the most remote corner. An wanted to thank her and walked through the room towards the house with difficulty.

The door was closed tightly, and a small window was opened at the top.

An wanted to stand on tiptoes and look through the greasy glass.

It was very dark and small inside, with firewood and debris piled up in the room of less than ten square meters.

An Zimo lay in the mess, as pitiful as a mouse.

An Xiang couldn't believe that her son would stoop down in such a place, his head exploded with a bang, and his sanity was completely burned away by the fire called anger.

She strode into the living room with red eyes and asked everyone in the room: "Why is Zimo sleeping there?"

An Xiang thought that the last time she secretly visited An Zimo, An Zimo still lived in the main house where the sunlight could shine in. Her reaction was slow but she was not stupid. It was obvious that her son had been arranged there with malicious intent.

Relatives were eating at the dinner table. One relative spat out the bones from his mouth, pointed around with chopsticks, and said plausibly: "There are so many of us here to hold funerals, why can't we find a place to sleep? How can we sleep in these few rooms?"

I originally wanted An Zimo to squeeze in with those brothers, but he refused."

"Girl, please don't make me bully your son. That's what he asked for!" After saying this, An Xiang rolled his eyes and said, "If you feel bad, why don't you take him to live in a big house? It's not disgusting.

He dragged the oil bottle."

The fat woman's tone was contemptuous and aggressive.

An Xiang clenched his fists and was about to retort, but before he could speak, he was swallowed up by the room full of criticism.

"That is to say, if you don't take care of your child, then don't give birth to him! Why do you blame us now?"

"If you think we robbed your son's house, then who should pay for the hard work we put in coming all the way to hold the funeral?"

"Two shabby houses are too much for you."

"..."

The arguments became louder and louder than before, leaving An Xiang unable to resist.

In fact, they are both right.

She was born without nurturing and was irresponsible; she never regarded the child as a life from the beginning, but just a task object to achieve her own goals.

She made An Zimo's life become her childhood.

She makes him unhappy and unhappy.

An wanted to hold back her tears silently, took out the cash she carried from her backpack and put it on the table.

Sure enough, the room was quiet.

"This is grandpa's funeral expenses. As a granddaughter, I will naturally pay what I have to pay."

An Xiang lives in a high tower all year round and is far away from society. She does not understand the rules of human life. The system asked her to prepare this money before coming, and she talked a lot. At that time, An Xiang was only thinking about her son.

I didn’t understand much of the specific content.

When I think about the system, I inevitably feel depressed again.

"Since there are so many people here, Zimo and I won't stay." An Xiang lowered his eyes, picked up an ax on the ground, walked to the door of the woodshed in full view of everyone, raised his arms high and swung the ax down -

—

Boom!

The first blow failed, so An wanted to swing a second time.

Boom!

The fragile wooden door groaned in pain under the constant ravages of the axe. An Zimo suddenly jumped up from the ground, terrified, and stared dumbly at the cracks on the wooden door and the sharp blade that was about to penetrate it.
Chapter completed!