DAVM Extra Chapter 3.2

At that time, his heart was completely filled with self-loathing and hatred. These emotions spread like poisonous juice from his heart, melted into his blood, and flowed through his limbs.

He always thought that his mother was just sick, and if she was sick, she would be better one day. He was waiting, waiting for the last hope, but now that his mother died, the last hope was gone.

How could Ji Zhile still say something like that? He was even happy to see their mother die. If Ji Zhile had not been born, their mother would not have gotten sick.

It was just that the dead couldn’t be resurrected, and after this day, the relationship between him and Ji Zhile had dropped to the zero point.

It should have been like this a long time ago, Ji Ningyi thought. It was Ji Zhile who maintained it in the past.

They went back to their father’s side, but the two brothers were no less than the tip of the needle to each other. Ji Zhile was younger than him and was better at coquettishness than him. He wanted everything and would rob him of everything.

Ji Ningyi only looked at him coldly and never got angry. He actually didn’t like anything.

It was just that the colder he was, the more angry Ji Zhile became.

Later, he even stole the person he liked. It was just that Ji Zhile himself thought that he liked her, but in fact, Ji Ningyi didn’t like her at all.

Ji Ningyi recalled that he had lived in a villa when he was a child. After his mother passed away, they moved to another place.

This place was full of childhood memories for Ji Ningyi. He actually did not remember everything. He only had a general impression of the emotions at the time.

Before Ji Zhile was born, he ate and slept with his mother. His mother would kiss him on the cheek and forehead and tell him that he would always be her favorite baby.

The moment of happiness was too short, and later, it was filled with indifference and rejection, even if he had tried his best to be a good child.

There was no one in the villa, but everything inside was clean. The hourly workers would come to clean it on time.

Ji Ningyi went back to his room. He sat on the bed, as quiet as a shadow, without saying a word. After a long time, he stood up again and went to Ji Zhile’s room.

He remembered that there was a photo of them when they were young in Ji Zhile’s room. He suddenly wanted to take a look at it.

Maybe he wanted to remember a moment of warmth after arguing and conflicting for too long.

Opening the drawer, Ji Ningyi didn’t look at the group photo but looked at a book that Ji Zhile had used when he was a child. When he opened the first page, he saw the words ‘Grudge Book’ written on it.

The handwriting was immature, with a lot of pinyin. Some pinyin were errors, but he could understand it. Ji Ningyi knew this was what Ji Zhile wrote.

It clearly recorded the bad things that their mother did to him.

He wrote in pinyin, “Brother said that Mom was just sick because I was born, so Mom was sick. I thought if Mom was willing to apologize to me and buy me a refrigerator of ice cream, I would forgive her.”

It was just that there were fewer and fewer pinyin in the book. Ji Zhile was also growing up slowly. Later, he may feel that holding a grudge was childish, and all he wrote about was ‘I hate her, I hate her, I hate her’.

“Brother lied to me. Mom is not sick. She just doesn’t like us. I hate her!”

Then, the next time he wrote again, “Brother has changed. He doesn’t like me anymore. He’s like Mom. I hate him.”

Then, he crossed it out and wrote, “If Brother apologizes to me and promises to like me as before, I will forgive him!”

There was no more content after that. Ji Ningyi found that he had a love affair later, and his mother died, and then they completely broke up.

Ji Ningyi stopped looking for the photo and just put the notebook back in the drawer.

A burst of speechless sadness invaded him, forcing his back to bend slightly.

He knew clearly that when he wrote this sentence, Ji Zhile really thought this way. Now nearly ten years had passed, and all the problems between them couldn’t be resolved with a single apology. They were no longer the children they were.

When he was doing things, he was willful and wanted to drag every happy person down to be in this hell with him. His face was as bright as the moon, but his insides were already rotten.

Ji Ningyi drove away from the villa that contained all his childhood on a dark night. He was panicking but didn’t know where he wanted to go, so he drove the car to the cemetery for no reason.

Although it was late at night, the price of the cemetery was high. When the doorman saw him, he just smiled, greeted him, and opened the door for him.

 

 

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