C14 Flower of Evil 3

Mother, why did you kill me?

Years later, it sounded creepy.

Qiao Xiaomai felt her body shudder. The hand she was holding was also trembling.

He closed his eyes. After a long while, he continued, "At that time, I was still a child and didn't dare to run. I just foolishly waited for the knife to pierce into my heart … However, her mother reversed the knife and stabbed herself in the chest... That knife... "That blade …"

He suddenly opened a drawer and took out a knife.

It was a pitch-black machete. It was old and already covered with rust. He didn't know why, but Yi Xiangxi had always kept this weapon.

Qiao Xiaomai could hardly believe it.

Was his mother crazy?

"Mother's sword went straight into my heart …" She ended her own life... "All I saw was blood splashing out, splashing very far away. My mother stood for a long time before she fell down. From then on, she never opened her eyes again …"

In the drawer, there were also two sets of bloody clothes. It's all wrapped up. Years later, dried blood could be seen in sealed-off plastic pockets.

"This one is mine …" This one belongs to my mother … "

One was big, while the other was small. It was a shocking sight to behold.

Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help but take a step back.

Why did Yi Xiangxi keep such a bloodstained shirt?

At that time, he was still so young!

A six year old child!

How does he know?

His face was surprisingly pale.

"Mac, you're wondering why I kept these two suits of blood all the time, aren't you?"

She didn't dare answer.

"Because I saw my mother's blood gushing out like a fountain... I've never seen so much blood... It really was like a geyser … I saw my mother fall, but I didn't dare to help her... I thought I was dreaming … "

He kept this scene in mind. Become the nightmare of one's life, day fear, night sleeplessness.

Qiao Xiaomai's heart was filled with even more fear and unease. She subconsciously wondered if this matter had something to do with her father.

His mother!

Her father!

Father was in his forties when he married his daughter. What had he been doing for so long?

Could it be!

Could it be!

She didn't dare think about it.

She didn't dare to look Yi Xiangxi in the eye. She looked away and saw a small, unremarkable ring on his finger. No matter how she looked at it, it was just an ordinary silver circle, not worth much. She had always wondered why he wore it every day.

When he saw her gaze falling on his hand, he said, "This ring and machete are the last relics my mother left me …"

She shuddered.

What mother would leave her son with such a machete?

She held her breath. "Your mother... Is there something wrong with her mind? "

His eyes flashed like knives. "My mother is not crazy, nor is she crazy!"

Qiao Xiaomai dared not speak again.

"My mother was very protective of me. Before this, she never scolded me nor beat me up. On her birthday, she used the last dollar she had in her family to buy me a small pastry …"

"At that time, our family was very, very poor. Father had already been gone for a long time, and we didn't know where he was, so we didn't dare ask …"

"I remember very clearly that my mother lit a candle for me that night and gently taught me to make a wish. I knew her biggest wish was for Dad to come home early. I said loudly, with my eyes closed, I wish Dad would come home early... Mother laughed. I was about to blow out the candle when someone called to her from outside the door and she went out... That night, I waited for my mother for a long time, until I fell asleep, but she didn't come back. I was shaken awake by her. When I woke up, I saw her glaring at me with a blade … I thought she was going to kill me, but she committed suicide … The scar will remain on my body forever, and it will flare up on my birthday, as if it has been cursed with horror … "

"…"

"I only found out later. It turned out that she was framed by a ferocious woman that morning for seducing her boss, and that fierce woman had entangled a bunch of relatives and friends to the unit to insult her. She hung a broken shoe on her chest, and pulled her out to demonstrate in the streets …"

Qiao Xiaomai was terrified. When was that? Thirty years ago?

"..." She still remembered my birthday and bought me a small cake on the way home … However, the news from that night had caused her to completely collapse … "At that time, she would have gone insane all of a sudden …"

What kind of huge stimulation could cause her to go insane?

What had destroyed the last bit of her will, the woman who had been insulted?

Qiao Xiaomai realized that it was his birthday. It was also his mother's day of sacrifice.

If a person had such a terrifying birthday, wouldn't he have nightmares?

The room was quiet.

The clean sheets had already been stained with the blood that oozed from his wounds. It was a ghastly scene.

How did it break?

How did he get hurt?

Such an old injury, was he really cursed?

It was like the legendary incantation. Every time it reached this day, blood would flow like rivers?

The air around him became oppressive and cold.

She was stunned for a long time before she suddenly asked, "Could it be that your mother's death is related to my father?"

Silence.

"Yi Xiangxi …"

"I'm sleepy!"

His tone was very cold.

"Lord Yi …"

He closed his eyes and waved his hand impatiently, shooing her out like a fly, apparently not wanting to say another word to her.

Qiao Xiaomai tactfully left the room.

Yi Xiangxi slowly opened his eyes after the door closed.

The pain in his wrist had already disappeared, but what about the pain in his heart?

Over the years, no matter how hot it was, he would never wear short sleeves, never roll them up. Who could know of such pain?

He was extremely tired, but he was tormented by another kind of even more intense pain — he was starved to death.

All day long, he was immersed in grief.

He had not eaten yet.

Every year on this day, he would stop eating for a day.

After all these years, why was he starving today?

It was almost one in the morning. It was a new day.

In the middle of the night, what could he eat?

Forget it, let's wait until daybreak.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, but his stomach was rumbling with hunger. His mind was so clear that he could not close his eyes, so he felt the pain of hunger all the more clearly.

Suddenly, a rich fragrance wafted into his nose.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the door was ajar. He didn't have time to see anyone, only a bowl of steaming egg noodles, bright tomatoes, green onions, and golden eggs … The taste was perfect.

She placed the noodles on the bed and handed him the chopsticks, "Lord Yi, eat."