The First Thousand Three Hundred Forty-Two Love and Hate (2)

A long time ago, he was a child.

A five-year-old child.

The child is undoubtedly lucky and happy. He was born in a castle and grew up in that castle. The cruelty and wind and snow of the outside world were all blocked out by that castle. The maid who took care of him occasionally mentioned the harsh world outside the castle. Babies born outside were sometimes abandoned due to lack of food, and were even eaten by their parents to satisfy their hunger.

It was a hellish world.

After hearing these things, in his little heart, he felt more and more lucky.

He also has a beautiful and gentle mother, who would hold him in her arms in the afternoon, listen to the dreamy stories told by the warm words, and then fall asleep unconsciously. Or on a sunny morning, my mother would pull her elegant and stately harp and play notes that fascinated him.

So while lucky, he is also happy.

It was thought that all this would go on like this forever, that he would continue to grow, and even become an adult. Then let the generals who follow the mother train themselves, and he will become a man who protects the castle and protects the mother. But he can't wait for this wish to come true, and a cruel reality is like a sledgehammer, hammering his past happiness into pieces all over the ground.

If possible, he would rather not get into his mother's bedroom that day.

The boy likes to play hide-and-seek. Every time he is found by his mother, he will be filled with happiness. The feeling of being valued and pampered finally came to an end on that day. That day, he hid in his mother's bedroom. Although his mother repeatedly mentioned that he can go anywhere in the whole castle, except the bedroom. But he forgot this rule, he just wanted to surprise his mother, he gently opened the door, and walked into the room that changed his life.

When he walked into his mother's room for the first time, the boy's curiosity quickly evaporated. Because the bedroom is nothing special at all, except that it is a little more refined and gorgeous, it is similar to his room. until he saw a picture,

It was a painting hanging over my mother's bed. No matter how you look at the man in the painting, he looks like a grown boy. At this moment, the mother pushed the door open and entered. Out of curiosity, the boy asked his mother, "Who is he?"

But the mother didn't answer, but she, who was always gentle, suddenly slapped him across the face, ordered the housekeeper not to deliver food to the boy today, and finally drove the two maids who were taking care of the boy out of the castle. As for the boy, he was locked in his room before he could react to the series of events.

At this time, the burning pain on his cheek made him shed tears like pearls. This was the first time he cried since he was sensible, and he cried very sadly. It wasn't that the mother's slap on him hurt so much, it was more heartache.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, only that when he woke up in the middle of the night, he was lying on his mother's lap. His mother gently rubbed his immature face with her hands, her eyes showed a touch of sadness, and she asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

He shook his head desperately.

"You are not allowed to go in again."

He nodded desperately again.

The next day, a new maid came

Taking care of him, everything seems to be back to the old days. It's just that the boy's smile is no longer as innocent and bright as before, and there is always an extra picture in his heart.

What does the portrait of a man who resembles him represent? Why is mother so angry? These questions were like an inextricable knot, which became tighter and tighter in the boy's heart.

Two years passed in a blink of an eye, the boy grew taller, and the mother began to let several generals train him. He is also learning desperately, only hoping that his mother can pay more attention to himself. But since he entered that room two years ago, the boy has been sensitively aware that the way his mother looks at him is a little less loving than before, and a little more cold than ever before. The change of his mother made the painting in his heart more obvious.

In the summer of this year, a maid serving him gave birth and was sent out of the castle. He didn't understand, so he asked the housekeeper. The steward told him that no new life had ever been born in this castle, except him, the young master. He had a lot of affection for the two maids who had served him for two years. After hearing too many rumors about the outside world, he was afraid that the maid would have a difficult life after leaving the castle, so he sneaked out of the castle with some food and green crystals.

He found the maid and her husband in the wilderness outside the castle, and after that, he would bring some things to the family every now and then. Then a week after the maid left the castle, she gave birth to a healthy baby. When the maid held the baby in front of her husband and told the little new life that it was his father, the boy knew for the first time that there was a role of father besides mother.

He returned to the castle late that day, so he dared not go in through the gate, but slipped into a path he used to take. When he got into his bedroom room, he found that his mother was already waiting for him. He glanced at his mother in a panic, but she didn't blame him, she just told him that next time he went out, he had to bring a general by his side. This is the first time in two years that he feels that his mother still cares about him. Perhaps because he was too happy, the boy became bolder, and he blurted out and asked, "Mother, where is my father?"

Then the woman who was planning to leave suddenly turned around, with an unprecedented coldness on her face, which made the boy feel strange and at the same time at a loss. The woman asked: "Why do you ask that."

The boy faltered and said, "They said, everyone has parents, don't I?"

A pained expression appeared on the woman's face, but it was fleeting. She said: "I am your mother. As for your father, he went to a very far place when you were very young."

"Then when will he come back?"

The woman immediately became impatient, and after saying "don't ask again", she slammed the door and walked out.

The boy didn't know whether he was afraid or sad, so he just sat there all night. Two days later, when he found a general to visit the maid, the general told him not to go. Under his questioning, the general told him that the woman was dead. Including her children and husband. The boy suddenly knew something, he found his mother, and asked her for the first time in his life: "Why did you kill them!"

The woman he called his mother also replied coldly: "Because they said things that shouldn't be said."

On this day, the boy is so

There was a trace of resentment towards my mother.

Another year passed, and one day, the woman wanted to leave the castle. She asked the boy to stay in the castle and wait for her to come back. The boy didn't know where she was going, but he agreed. This was the first time that his mother was not by his side, and he was both uncomfortable and excited. Without his mother, the castle was like his kingdom. For the next whole day, he ran wildly around the castle, as if he had returned to his childhood.

On that night, he stumbled across a room. It was a room deep in the castle, and a wall was even built before this room. If it wasn't for a gap in the wall, if it wasn't for him chasing a fox cat to come here, if it wasn't for that fox cat getting into the gap. Without these ifs, he might not be able to discover this secret. But everything was like fate. After he walked into his mother's bedroom three years ago, he walked into another room that he shouldn't have walked into.

Out of curiosity, he used a tool to pry open the wall and walked into the hidden room. The boy unexpectedly discovered that the room was surprisingly spacious. This is not a room, it's like a hall. After he had lighted the hall with a fire, he found many strange machines, and the floor was filled with cables of all kinds. For him who is still young, it is very difficult to move around in this hall.

But the boy's attention was quickly attracted by the hall, and he found that the unnamed machines were still working. In the depths of the hall, he found a row of bucket-like containers filled with an unknown liquid. The liquid exuded a faint purple fluorescent light, and when he leaned over to look at it, suddenly an eyeball inside was staring at him. Startled, the boy backed away, bumping into a machine behind him before stopping. Only then did he discover a small figure inside each of these barrel-shaped containers.

The boy didn't know what was in there. At this moment, he was actually a little scared and wanted to leave the room. But the machine he bumped into just now seemed to have activated some kind of command unintentionally, so some pictures and sounds began to appear on one of the screens of the machine. The boy was drawn to it because he heard his mother's voice. At the same time, the figure of the mother also appeared on that screen.

"Today is the seventy-eighth day of the experiment, and everything is going well. Embryo No. 14 has grown to the fetal stage. I am confident that this time it will be successful. But just in case, I have prepared another five embryos , they are also growing smoothly..."

"On the 103rd day of the experiment, although in terms of the incubation period of the Bar people, the formation of the fetus was really slow. However, various life characteristics are normal, and he should be able to be born smoothly in a short time..." p>

"...The one hundred and forty-seventh day of the experiment, this day has finally ushered in. All the waiting and anticipation have paid off. He is my child, that's right. Created according to the characteristics of the creator Child, I will watch him be born and grow. When he grows up, maybe I can find some comfort from his figure. As for the other fetuses, there is no need to continue to cultivate them, but just in case, let Wei Let the biological machine work. Next, what name should I give this new life..."

"Since he is the life I created to commemorate the creator, let's call him... Naboo!"

(End of this chapter)