Chapter 12: Don’t Be Afraid
Although not very willing, feeling like there was a trap, after thinking and analyzing, Cheng Ge swapped the “Lie (Once)” item for “Enter Dream (Once).”
Something that could make the little lunatic this scared might be a childhood shadow or something. Understanding Wen Ling and then applying the right remedy should get twice the result with half the effort.
Cheng Ge clicked to use it, and his consciousness was immediately extracted and switched to another container.
The space was pitch black, with only a dim light on the wall. The bed was creaking.
Cheng Ge’s face turned white then green. Fuck, what kind of ghost dream is this psycho Wen Ling having?
Hit who? How to hit? Hit on the bed? Simply sick.
Regret. Cheng Ge regretted immensely using one point to exchange for such a rotten dream.
But now Cheng Ge couldn’t leave either. He could only stifle himself in the corner, wait for the people to finish, really fucking wanting to hammer Wen Ling to death.
With great difficulty, the woman couldn’t take it anymore and told the man to go shower first. Cheng Ge’s consciousness followed the person getting up and leaving tightly.
But when the man opened the door, borrowing a little bit of light, Cheng Ge immediately discovered the protagonist doing all that on the bed just now wasn’t Wen Ling.
What the hell? So Wen Ling watches porn?
Cheng Ge didn’t know where he should go now. Wen Ling was taking his time appearing, so he had to return to the original spot to continue hiding.
The woman who just said she had no strength suddenly sat up, kicked the quilt vigorously twice on the bed, and pounded that lump of quilt with her hand.
What is she doing?
Cheng Ge was puzzled, but then heard the woman say faintly: “Kids who fake sleep get punished, oh.”
???
This tone, this eerie tune, why was it so like Wen Ling!? When he first transmigrated, Wen Ling said something similar.
Also, that woman said ‘kid.’ Where was the kid?
The woman’s hand pinched into the quilt lump. Looking at the movement, she used a lot of force.
The quilt lump suddenly moved violently—or rather, struggled. At the same time, there was a childish whimper, accompanied by the woman’s eerie laughter.
Cheng Ge’s pupils dilated violently, his heart suspended. No way!? Impossible?
Any normal person would want to stop this kind of scene, but Cheng Ge had entered Wen Ling’s dream. He was an intangible body. No matter how many times he wanted to push the woman away, the result was his intangible body passing through the woman, futile.
The whimpering became weaker and weaker, making Cheng Ge’s heart clench, before the woman was willing to let go.
She pulled open the quilt. Inside was a person curled into a small ball. Without the cover of the quilt, the child hugged his own head tightly: “It hurts… Don’t, don’t hit me…”
“I will listen, I will be good…”
This movement, these lines—did he even need to guess who the kid was?
The woman smiled: “Your dad doesn’t want you anymore, and he doesn’t want your slut mom anymore either.”
Cheng Ge understood. This woman was the mistress.
He was just shocked just now at how could there be parents who would treat their own child like this.
Although his parents died early, he knew one couldn’t be like that in front of a child, nor could one beat a child casually. In those families he stayed with, the relatives treated their children like treasures.
Little Wen Ling looked very scared just now, but hearing the woman’s words, he suddenly resisted and went to pound the woman: “You aren’t allowed to talk about my mom!”
“Vile spawn!”
The woman shoved him hard against the wall. The sound of his head hitting the wall was heavy and loud. Cheng Ge couldn’t help even if he wanted to. He could only lean close to look at Little Wen Ling, his heart in his throat. Will he really not get hurt?
But Little Wen Ling’s life was as hard as iron; he crawled back to be beaten again.
However, Cheng Ge put himself in his shoes—if it were him, he also decided he wouldn’t allow anyone to insult his mother.
Later, the man came in and asked why the kid was awake. The woman just cried a torrent of complaints, turning black into white, saying Little Wen Ling hit people. The man didn’t listen to Little Wen Ling’s explanation either, hung him up, and gave him a beating.
Motherfucker, crazy man and crazy woman. Cheng Ge couldn’t carry Wen Ling away. Beating that pair of man and woman hundreds of times was useless.
And Wen Ling’s pitch-black eyes seemed glued to him. His gaze constantly stuck to him, as if sending out a cry for help to him.
If he watched any longer, his mental state would collapse. Under this situation, how could Wen Ling hit back? How could a person growing up in such a family environment not be crazy?
Cheng Ge punched the wall feebly. Suddenly there was a boom, and the sky turned bright.
Cheng Ge was suddenly in an open grassy field. Daytime. Not gloomy like just now.
He was a bit confused. Dream changed? Dream within a dream?
However, this dream looked like a good dream. Birds singing and flowers fragrant, the sound of children’s laughter. He wanted to look for a child resembling Wen Ling’s features among the group of running bean sprouts, but unfortunately, he couldn’t find him after searching around.
Strange.
Finally, he found a bunch of kids crowded over by the toilets, making a mess like a war. The shadow from just now was still in his heart; he was afraid something happened again, so he hurriedly ran over to look.
Up close—fuck, a group of little boys were ganging up on a small child.
“Who are you fooling saying no money? Still not giving money?”
“Eww~ Just looking at you is disgusting. You’re disgusting to death!”
“Bastard with no dad or mom!”
“Little mixed-breed! Dare tell the teacher and you’re dead!”
Little Wen Ling held his head and fell on the ground, curled into a small ball.
“It hurts… Don’t hit me…”
“Begging you, it hurts… I listen.”
In the end, that childish voice completely took on a crying tone: “I… I will be good…”
Helpless to the extreme, despairing to the extreme.
He didn’t understand anything. Didn’t understand why parents were like this, why friends were like this. He seemed only to know how to say these few futile sentences.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Cheng Ge knew things like school bullying existed. He had experienced intimidation when he was little, but he had never been bullied like this!
How could those kids say such vicious words?
How could someone’s childhood be so dark?
Disgusting. Wanted to vomit. That feeling of helplessness and despair made Cheng Ge psychologically nauseous.
Suddenly another patch of bright light pierced his eyeballs. He was somewhat resistant; he didn’t want to experience another half of a similar dream.
Fortunately, his consciousness no longer drifted and wandered but returned to his own shell.
Cheng Ge frowned, looking at the person shivering in his arms. The curled-up body overlapped with the child in the dream. For a moment, Cheng Ge actually couldn’t speak any words of comfort.
Too despairing. No one could save him.
“Hurts… Hurts so much…”
“Don’t hit me, I beg you…”
Cheng Ge remembered that the current Wen Ling wasn’t afraid of pain, or rather was immune to the sensation of pain. Was it because he got used to the pain?
Wen Ling kept crying out in pain now. Cheng Ge didn’t know where he hurt, so he could only gently stroke every part of his body. He knew what sensation Wen Ling liked, but this time the effect seemed minimal.
Wen Ling stopped talking in his sleep, but his brows were still tightly furrowed, and his body was still curled up.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. It’s all past.” Cheng Ge hugged the trembling person tight, passing over his body temperature, patting Wen Ling’s back. His tone was gentler than any previous time.
After coaxing for a long time, Wen Ling gradually relaxed. He stopped shivering, clinging entirely to Cheng Ge, hugging his waist tightly.
“Not afraid anymore, not afraid anymore.”
Cheng Ge switched to smoothing his back. Sure enough, Wen Ling relaxed more.
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“Cheng Ge…” After a long while, Cheng Ge heard Wen Ling whisper his name. This seemed to be the first time Wen Ling called his name; before, it was always “You” or “Puppy.”
