When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

After a night of unspeakable dream plots, Shen Qiao got up earlier the next day than usual.

After his consciousness returned to the cage, he closed his eyes and waited for a while, but still did not hear the alarm bell. Shen Qiao lost his patience, frowning tightly, stretched out his hand in the quilt for a long time, and finally touched the edges of the phone.

He took it out and lifted his eyelids and glanced at it, and found that it was taken down. Shen Qiao turned around and looked at the time:

Seven-thirteen.

He exhaled a foul breath from his throat and threw the phone on the bedside table. He didn't know what he had knocked down with a "boom", and then didn't even look at it. He lifted his hand to open the quilt and sat for a while before going to the bathroom Wash.

After a refreshing meal, when Shen Qiao went out again, he used to go to the closet to flip his swimming trunks and half-opened the cabinet door. His movements paused and then closed again.

—Today he did not go out with his old backpack.

…

"Master, go to the Beiyuan Cemetery." Morning light swayed across the city. Shen Qiao stood by the side of the road, holding a bunch of lilies in his arms, and raised his hand to stop the taxi to sit in.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel and drove the car out.

More than forty minutes later.

The driver pressed the button of the meter and looked at the price: "One hundred twenty-three."

Shen Qiao took out his mobile phone and swiped WeChat, opened the car door and walked out. The unopened white flowers in his arms were budding, shaking slightly with his movements, bit by bit.

He went to the door to register with the flowers in his arms, and after showing him to the guard, he brought a bunch of flowers on his body. After there were no flammable objects affecting the environment of the cemetery, he was allowed to enter.

The black sneakers stepped on the first-class stone steps, and Shen Qiao walked in the direction of the familiar stone stele according to his memory.

Turn right, go straight, turn right again, the third floor.

After counting four, he saw the black-and-white photo. The woman in the photo had delicate and indifferent eyebrows. Perhaps it was because the expression was too formal when the photo was taken. The corners of the eyes, the corners of the lips, and even the jaw line were cold. Pasted on this cold tombstone, at first glance, there is chill in the bones.

This is his mother, Shen Jingyi.

To be precise, it was his adoptive mother.

Shen Qiao put down the flower in his hand, and raised his hand to wipe the slate with the fruit tribute in front of him. There was a layer of ash with fine gravel on his fingertips.

He showed a bit of mockery on his face, and looked at the woman in the photo, with a very faint dumb voice in his voice:

"Look for someone to clean up such a simple thing on a regular basis. Lu Chengzhen didn't do it for you."

"If you are still alive, you shouldn't be able to bear being trampled on by him like this. After all, mom, you have always been very good and strong, and you won't give up to anyone."

It was the same for Lu Chengzhen, and it was the same for Su Qiongpei... Later, it was the same for Shen Qiao.

He forgot to bring a paper towel when he went out, and only wiped the rough stone surface with his palm. The clean palm was quickly stained a fuzzy gray. Shen Qiao didn't mind at all, bowed his head and blew, and then he held his hand. The bunch of lilies inside was placed in front of the tomb.

The fresh bouquets carefully wrapped in the flower shop still carry fine drops of water, and the faint scent that belongs to lilies spreads, and there is a kind of temperament that I see pity is swaying.

Shen Qiao casually patted the slightly dirty palm, then raised his head again to look at the woman on the tombstone:

"It's a coincidence. Today I went to a nearby flower shop to buy flowers. They tried their best to recommend me the freshest lilies. I just came out of the checkout and remembered that it is this kind of flower that you most hate.

"You said that when you were a child, they were everywhere in the graveyard. They are obviously pure white, but they grow out of the dead. You don't even like the smell."

"However, there should be no one coming except me. Mom will make do with it today."

Shen Qiao rarely said so many things. He was clearly whispering, but his eyes were full of fatigue, so he stopped uncomfortably, and then pulled the corners of his lips again, "I won't be here anyway."

His tone was light and fluttering, and there was no change compared to before. He was just talking about today's weather. The content was heard by other visitors, but his back would feel cold.

The location of Shen Jingyi’s tombstone is not good. There are pines and cypresses standing quietly on both sides of the road. As the height of the sun changes, the shadows will shelter many nearby tombstones. From morning to night, there are always people who can sleep forever. In this hot summer to get cool comfort, only her monument...

Unbiased, always exposed to the sun, regardless of cold or heat.

Shen Qiao even suspected that it was Lu Chengzhen and Su Qiongpei who hated her so much that they deliberately chose such an excellent position to make her feel uneasy after death.

How strange—

When Shen Jingyi was alive, her sense of presence was so strong, Lu Chengzhen hated her, Su Qiongpei was jealous of her, and the servants in the family feared her.

As a result, when she died, everyone seemed to have forgotten the memories related to her overnight, leaving her alone here and no one cares about it. Perhaps this was the cruelest revenge against her.

Only Shen Qiao still remembers coming to see her from time to time.

But after today, Shen Qiao can't come either.

He still remembered that when Shen Jinyi was the most ill, he couldn't say anything. Lu Chengzhen was talking on the phone in the corridor outside, with a solemn indifference on his face. He was clearly separated from the ward by a door, and he was not only wearing a mask. , I don't know where the secretary got the protective clothing, and standing in the corridor aroused the attention of many people, as if his wife had a very contagious disease.

Until Shen Jinyi stopped breathing, he didn't take a step towards that door, including the subsequent collection and cremation of the corpse. Lu Chengzhen hired someone to take care of it.

The only person in the ward was Shen Qiao.

He stood in front of the hospital bed, wearing a breathing mask deliberately, his eyes could not be opened, but he still looked at him persistently, breathing harder than a second, the oxygen mask was full of white mist, but she stared at Shen Qiao stubbornly. .

Her hands exposed outside the white quilt tightly grasped the cold iron bed pole, her fingertips were no longer green and tender, and the indwelling needle was wrapped around the back of her hand with a bandage, which made her edema finger more pale and sickly.

Shen Qiao looked down at her, and looked at the decreasing respiratory rate on the nearby instrument. After a long silence, he hesitated: "Lu Chengzhen is outside."

Shen Jingyi didn't seem to have any particular reaction to this name.

She stared at Shen Qiao, her messy hair covering her forehead, her expression almost terrifying.

Only Shen Qiao did not retreat.

He met Shen Jingyi's eyes, motionless, and remembered something—

It was during the period when Shen Jinyi was looking for someone to treat him for his abnormal relationship. Shen Jinyi fell ill again and was taken to the hospital by a man from the Lu family's old house in the middle of the night.

Just after receiving treatment, Shen Qiao couldn't walk smoothly. The elevator waited for too long. He held the stair railing and slowly climbed up the sixteenth floor layer by layer. The clothes on his body were all soaked, and the whole figure looked like water. It’s the same.

As soon as he approached the ward, Shen Jingyi was already awake, and the aunt who was taking care of her at home was shaking the bed and sitting up.

Seeing him, Shen Jinyi showed a gentle smile, as if nothing had happened between their mother and child, she was still such a decent and noble lady, and he was also the child with a happy family.

Shen Jingyi patted the bed in front of him and called him: "Jojo is here, sit down, how do you feel today?"

Shen Qiao didn't have any expressions, just staring at her with heavy eyes. Without sitting there, he could no longer go to this mother's side without any sorrow as before.

He began to fear this woman.

Shen Jingyi seemed to understand his gaze, the gentleness on his face remained unchanged, but his tone became a lot more cruel:

"Jojo."

"Don't blame your mother, didn't I? I don't mind who you fall in love with, but Lu Zhe can't, and that woman's child can't."

"If you still refuse to repent until now, then you don't need to recognize me as a mother. You don't have to see me when I die, and you don't want you to come to my grave after I die."

…

Standing in the ward, Shen Qiao confronted the **** of death, and Shen Jingyi, who was unwilling to leave anyway, stared at each other for a long time.

Then he finally spoke and asked the topic hidden in his heart:

"Does mother want to hear me swear that I will never deal with Lu Zhe again in my life?"

Hearing this name, Shen Jingyi reacted, her fingertips scratched like a spasm, leaving traces on the sheet, like struggle and pain.

Shen Qiao hooked his lips slightly.

He did not fulfill her wish.

As if competing patiently with Shen Jinyi, he waited a long time in front of the hospital bed until three o'clock in the morning when the detection machine sounded an alarm, and the column representing the heartbeat became a straight line.

Shen Jinyi didn't wait for his words until he died.

So she didn't close her eyes until she died.

Shen Qiao was nailed to the spot by her eyes, or pulled away by the medical staff. The nurses didn't even see this kind of scene because they were young. Seeing him alone in the ward accepting the departure of his relatives, he wanted to say nothing. For a long time, as if wanting to comfort him.

Only Shen Qiao knows—

He doesn't need any comfort.

Even seeing Shen Jingyi's appearance made his heart feel happy.

…

"You may not remember the first time I saw you."

Before the tombstone, Shen Qiao spoke again.

"At that time I just had a fight with an older child, and I lost the fight. I was covered in mud. I was hiding under the slide in the amusement park. I heard the sound of the dean chatting with people. When the sound was far away, I sneaked out. My head went and took a look at which rich man came again."

"Then I was seen by you at a glance, it turns out that you didn't leave at all."

"Later the dean told me that I was adopted by your family. I didn't want to believe it and I kept regretting why I went out to fight at that time. How could I not let you see me better? At the same time, I also feel that You may just be on a whim, and you will send me back later..."

"Until I saw you again, you said to me, ‘know why I picked you? Because you are very similar to me. I like the look in your eyes and refuse to admit defeat. We are the same people.’"

From then on, Shen Qiao felt that being able to meet Shen Jingyi should be the favor of the God of Destiny.

She brought him home from the quagmire, gave him meticulous care, and gave him the best growth environment.

Even if he did something wrong for a while, injecting him with Omega's pheromone or the like, in Shen Qiao's opinion, it was not a big deal-he could attribute it to Lu Chengzhen's fault.

But later...

Shen Qiao paused for a long time before speaking again.

"If there is no such thing as Lu Zhe, maybe I will become the most perfect son in your mind."

"But you made me fear love, gave me the deepest pain, and let me see the hell." Shen Jingyi pulled him up from the mud and washed every mud spot on his body, and when he was finally full of hope, he was light and fluttering. Raising his hand, he pushed him deep into the cliff without seeing the sun.

"When I finally lose hope, I want to avenge you."

"I also want you to know how it feels, so I deliberately refused to swear before you were dying. I wanted you not to look down. I deliberately brought your most annoying lily to see you, so that you could understand this disgust, and even thought. Every time I come, I tell you over and over again—"

"I will always love Lu Zhe, the son of Su Qiongpei whom you hate and hate most."

In the process of narration, Shen Qiao stopped many times, and the content was intermittent. It seems that until today, he dared to dig out the scars that were invisible, and let the sun burn out the rotten flesh that was about to be covered up. Once exposed to the sun, it kills viruses and bacteria.

then…

Cut it off happily.

"But I don't hate it anymore."

"You have gone, stay in these pains forever."

"And he returned to my life."

"This time, I'm here to tell you that I will live my life well, stop smoking, listen to the doctor's advice, take medicine on time, and exercise. I want to live my new life well."

"Goodbye, mother, thank you for giving me a new life."