Life in prison is boring and in a very dull mood.

Apart from being dark and overwhelming, there is no way to change during the day, only Leya's arrival will bring about a brief joy.

After the prison door opened with the "creaking" sound, Leya arrived as scheduled.

Her graceful figure made Mark vague.

In the darkness, Leya's figure was so similar to her wife, her steps were light, like a butterfly.

It's like Catherine, with long hair floating and charming, but everything has become a memory.

"Oh~"

Sigh lightly.

At this moment, the wife might be humming a lullaby and coaxing her son to fall asleep.

The naughty son is at the age of ignorance and may flash his eyes and keep asking his mother: "Where has Dad been, where has Dad been?"

When asked about the child, the wife forced herself to smile and reluctantly replied: "Dad will do something and will come back soon."

After saying that, I left quietly and wiped away the tears secretly.

My mother was old, snuggling up to the rocking chair and staring at the door with the help of the dim lights.

The dark night is long and makes people sleepy.

A gust of cold wind blew open the door.

The mother was shocked and shouted: "Child, are you finally back?"

But what answered her was the empty door, the "crunch" sound made by the swaying.

Thinking of this, Mark's eyes were moist.

Sitting in the corner, secretly feeling sad.

It was not until Leya walked into the prison door that she hurriedly wiped away the eye stains.

Seeing Mark's eyes flushed, Leya understood a little.

He bit his lip and hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sir, are you homesick?"

Mark nodded silently at Leya's question.

After moving away, he freed up the space beside him, wiped away the dust and dry grass with his hands, he grabbed Leya and signaled her to sit beside him.

Leya's blush floated, her head drooped slightly, and her eyes flashed with hesitation and anxiety.

Courage finally defeated the shyness and sat silently beside Mark.

Perhaps I feel deeply humble and the imprint of slaves is deeply rooted in my bones.

Perhaps since I was a child, I have never sat side by side with a strange man.

A burst of strong masculine aura came towards him, causing Leya's heart to be confused...

Leya was tense all over and she was sitting hard, and her whole body was biting like an ant. She wanted to move away but couldn't bear to move away.

Mark didn't notice that Leya's actions were subtle.

I just took a deep breath and slowly let out, my eyes full of sorrow.

Emotions can indeed infect people.

"I haven't felt this way for a long time." Leya sighed.

Leya gradually relaxed her body and mind, and the tension disappeared.

Silence makes the atmosphere awkward.

Leya straightened her body, glanced at Mark, and found that he was still looking up at the top, with his eyes empty and deep.

"well!"

Leya sighed softly.

“Sometimes I feel like you are like my father.”

This sentence suddenly came out and felt inappropriate. He looked flustered and was afraid that Mark would blame him, adding.

"Sorry, sir. I was caught by them at the age of six. My father's appearance was blurred in my memory. His age was like you at that time, and it did not mean that you were old."

"It's okay, I understand what you mean. I have a son, who is also six."

Mark answered irresponsible and still stared at the top of his head.

"Sir. I believe your son is missing you too."

Leya hugged her knees with her hands, her lower jaw rested on her knees, and her eyes were blurred.

"Maybe! I originally had a photo, but unfortunately I was taken away. Otherwise I can show you."

"It's great. I've forgotten what my father looks like."

"Leya, how about you talk about your father?"

Mark turned his head, his eyes full of sincerity.

silence……

Leya stuttered with lips, wanting to say but not knowing how to mention it.

The swelling eyes were like pearls with broken lines, and then they fell.

It must be herself that she lets Leya recall the pain of the past, the secret she doesn't want to recall, hidden deep in her heart.

Leya burst into tears, making Mark extremely regretful, rubbed her hands in an attempt to hide her inner anxiety.

After a long time, she regained her calmness and slowly talked about her childhood experiences.

"I was born on the Kansas border. There are mountains and mountains, peaceful and peaceful. In order to survive, we live together with our families."

Leya tried hard to recall her childhood, but her eyes were confused, but her mood was peaceful and peaceful.

"There are not many people in the family, only a dozen people. In those years, the food was sufficient, and my mother gave birth to me."

"The few cousins ​​and cousins ​​born with me were not as lucky as me. In the end, I only survived, all because of my mother's selfless love."

Speaking of this, Leya recalled her childhood relatives and playmates, and was a little sad.

Mark sighed deeply that food scarcity has caused these suffering humans to be born in a long and good way.

"My mother is beautiful, but she is very thin. Her face is sallow, her eyes are deep and concave, and she is always haggard. Whenever I scream hungry, she will trick her to take out some food, and although it is not much, she can barely fill her stomach."

"I am ignorant and still shout to be hungry. She will hug me and shake my body while singing to forget about hunger."

"My father is also thin, he is stubborn, busy looking for food all day, and has no time to play with me."

"After working every day, I stroked my face with my rough big hands. Although his nails were pitch black and sometimes I didn't like his appearance, the whole family was immersed in joy."

Speaking of her parents, Leya's face felt a sense of happiness.

Mark couldn't bear to interrupt her memories and listened quietly.

Even the group of people opposite were looking at the girl foolishly, listening to her narrative, just like recalling her childhood.

“Until one day…”

It seemed as if a demon claw was hurt in the air and Leya was twitching in fear.

It seemed to be whipped again, and he hugged his chest tightly with his hands, trembling constantly.

The pain of childhood is engraved in my heart like a mark, so that memories are like being there.

"It was dark that day, and I was digging the tubers for my mother. The year was not good, and many plants were withering."

"When working, the uncle suddenly appeared on the field. He was covered in blood and shouted at the top of his lungs: 'Run! Run!'."

"My mother heard the call and hugged me and ran into the depths of the jungle."

Leya paused for a moment, sadness overflowed, tears filled her eyes and said with a sob.

"I saw that before my uncle finished speaking, a spear stabbed out of his mouth. He didn't have time to moan, and his body was pulled out with the spear, and he fell into the dust like a scarecrow."

"When he was dying, he tried his best to cover his mouth, his eyes widened like copper bells, and blood gushed out from his fingers..."

This memory is so shocking that Leya's words are intermittent.

Everyone did not dare to interrupt her and shed tears silently.

"My mother carried me to escape deeper, and a cavalry seemed to be waiting around the corner."

"It yanked the reins, and the giant rat under its crotch jumped up, with ferocious fangs and rushed towards us with a roar."

"The cavalry waved the scimitar and attacked with the giant rats. Seeing this, my mother stood there in the road and hugged me tightly in her arms."

"Just as we closed our eyes and waited for death, a loud bang woke us up..."

Leya's tears fell like rain, and her words were intermittent due to sobs.

"My father tried his best to jump out and pounced the cavalry on the ground. The two kept rolling and twisting."

"My father hugged the cavalry's waist tightly, and the cavalry slammed his head with the hilt of the knife, and the red blood oozed over his cheeks."
To be continued...