Shiro's right eye has been twitching wildly lately.
This situation occurred about four or five days ago.
Especially after the news broke out in Mengdongfang Villa that someone was stabbed forty-six times and tortured to death.
Bai Xiong knew the man who was tortured and killed. To be precise, it was Bai Xiong's father who knew him.
Bai Xiong was still young at that time, only four or five years old, and he always felt uncomfortable in his heart.
It felt like someone had placed a power supply in his heart. Whenever the power was turned on, Bai Xiong would feel waves of radiating pain.
Moreover, as Bai Xiong grew older, the pain became more severe, and eventually it even began to make it difficult for him to breathe.
One day, his father took Bai Xiong for a physical examination, and then went to Mingyue City to meet someone.
Bai Xiong still remembers the appearance of that man. He was a very honest-looking uncle. He was wearing a floral shirt with only two buttons buttoned. From the open collar, you could see a Buddhist amulet around his neck. .
The uncle looked at Bai Xiong and grinned, "Child, are you feeling sick about your heart?"
Bai Xiong nodded.
The uncle squatted in front of Bai Xiong, squeezed his little hand and said, "Then Uncle Hui can find a good one for you?"
At that time, Bai Xiong didn't understand what his uncle meant. Beside him, his father urged him: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang Hui!"
Bai Xiong said very obediently: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang Hui!"
The uncle patted Bai Xiong's little face gently and said with a smile: "Be good, leave the little things to uncle!"
After that, about half a year passed. One day, Uncle Zhang Hui, whom Bai Xiong had only met once in Mingyue City, led two people and came to the door carrying a moving sack.
Bai Xiong remembered clearly that day, when Uncle Zhang Hui came in, he smiled at him and said, "Congratulations, kid!"
Then he handed a document to his father and said briefly: "Exact match!"
After hearing this, his father quickly handed over a suitcase full of money that had been prepared to Uncle Zhang Hui.
That was also the first time Baixiong realized that his father, whose salary was not high, was so rich.
Later, Bai Xiong realized that although his father's salary was not high, he could help many people with things that ordinary people could not do, so he was very rich and respected.
Later, in front of him, Uncle Zhang Hui untied the sack and took out a little boy about his own age like a dog.
The little boy's name is Xia Tian.
In the next two or three years, Xia Tian grew up with Bai Xiong, and the two became very good friends.
The most common game played by two children is to lie on each other's chest to listen to each other's heartbeat.
Xia Tian always smiles and says to Bai Xiong: "I want to hear your heartbeat."
Happy time is always short-lived, and everything ends when Bai Xiong is eight years old.
That summer, my father took them on a trip to southern Thailand.
In a top private medical institution, Bai Xiong and Xia Tian were lying on two beds respectively.
A group of uncles and aunts in white coats who looked very kind surrounded them, including Bai Xiong's father.
"Mr. Bai, we have checked that your child is fully compatible with the heart sample you brought, and the operation can begin at any time."
Bai Xiong and Xia Tian turned around and looked, but neither child found the so-called "like body".
At this time, Bai Xiong's father walked to Xia Tian's bedside, with a sad expression on his face, and asked: "My child, Bai Xiong is your good friend, right?"
Xia Tian nodded with his eyes wide open.
"He is sick now. Are you willing to help keep him alive?"
Without any hesitation, Xia Tian quickly nodded.
Baixiong's father stepped away with a smile, turned to the doctor in a white coat and nodded.
The doctor stepped forward, looked at Xia Tian and asked: "Do you know what you will face next?"
Xia Tian slowly shook his head.
The doctor touched Xia Xiong's heart with a ballpoint pen, then pointed at Bai Xiong next to him, and said: "You will give him your heart, he will live, and you will... die. .”
Xia Tian was scared, and he hesitated, "Why, why me?"
The doctor smiled and said, "Who can say clearly about fate?"
Xia Tian hesitated for a while. He glanced at his good friend. He thought Bai Xiong would speak for him, but the look from the bed next to him always kept looking at his heart.
Suddenly, Xia Tian panicked.
He understood that the past few years of carefree and happy times were all just for today.
Once, Xia Tian thought that he just left his original parents and got parents who were richer and treated him better, but now he found that he was wrong!
"I-I want my mother!"
"I want daddy!"
"I don't want to give my heart to anyone else! I don't want it!"
Xia Tian jumped out of the hospital bed with a loud cry. However, he was only an eight-year-old child.
The doctor grabbed him with one hand. When he was panicking and helpless, the doctor pointed at the door of the ward and said, "Child, run quickly. No one will want your heart if you run out of that door!"
So, Xia Tian turned around and ran out of the door. As he ran, his little mind was still thinking, what should he do after running out?
How to eat?
How to get home?
How to contact parents?
However, the moment he ran to the door, a nurse reached out and hugged him back.
He was extremely horrified to find that the adults were looking at him with laughter.
Xia Tian did not give up. He ran towards the door again, only to be hugged back by the nurse.
He kept running, but the result was the same.
Run again, keep running, keep running...
Gradually, when his little body was finally too tired to move, he finally understood——
No matter how hard you try, as long as these adults wave their hands gently, all your previous efforts will be in vain.
At this time, a scalpel was thrown in front of Xia Tian. It was the same doctor. He drew a circle on Xia Tian's chest and said, "Child, do you want to change your destiny? Watch, this is your heart."
"If I were you, I would rather die than give my heart to others."
Xia Tian picked up the scalpel. He wanted to point the tip of the knife at the adults who were looking at him laughing, but he didn't have the strength.
He knew that even if he had the strength, he would not be able to hurt these adults.
So, Xia Tian turned around and pointed the tip of the knife at the circle the doctor drew on his heart, but at this moment, he hesitated again.
He is so young and he wants to live!
As a result, a pair of big hands pressed down on his tender little hands, and the sharp scalpel was effortlessly inserted into his small body.
At the last moment of his life, Xia Tian heard the following conversation next to him: "Okay, Mr. Bai, the child died on his own. As the adoptive father, you have the right to decide how the child's body will be disposed of."
"All procedures are in compliance, and we can issue you all the certificates, so you won't have any mistakes when you return to your home."
"If the police investigate, just ask them to contact us. We are a formal medical institution."
"Don't worry, the knife edge is on the right side and won't hurt the heart."
"OK, let's start the operation after the body has recovered a little..."
Xia Tian's little mind didn't understand until his death that from the moment he was abducted, his destiny was to donate his heart to others.
And the so-called way to change his destiny that the seemingly well-intentioned doctor told him and convinced him was nothing more than a flimsy lie told by adults.
...
"Brother Xiong? Brother Xiong!"
"Look at that boy on the roadside who is quite handsome!"
Listening to the woman's voice in his ear, Bai Xiong opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was distracted while driving.
Looking at the road ahead, Bai Xiong glanced at the roadside and found that there was indeed a boy in white standing at the door of the police station. He looked quite handsome.
Bai Xiong immediately said disdainfully: "Hmph, what's the use of being handsome?!"
"Don't you have to stand on the roadside in the rain?"
"You're wearing all white on a rainy day, pretending to be *!"
With that said, Bai Xiong stepped on the accelerator and buzzed!
The BMW splashed with mud and passed by Yang Ning.
Bai Xiong looked at the boy in white through the rearview mirror with a proud look on his face, "I asked you to pretend to be *?! You really deserve it!"
Suddenly, Bai Xiong's expression suddenly changed, he suddenly stepped on the brakes, and swoosh——
The road was slippery on a rainy day, and the BMW crashed into the guardrail on the roadside!
The woman in the passenger seat was frightened on the spot, and Bai Xiong in the driver's seat also had a pale face!
He stared at the rearview mirror of the BMW, and he saw the boy in white standing on the roadside holding a pale little boy in his hand. The little boy looked...a bit like Xia Tian.
Even after so many years, Bai Xiong still remembers Xia Tian's appearance.
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