Gong Yu Qingchen was born in a cold winter.

Snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the air, covering the whole world with silvery white.

The thick snow layer half a person tall not only blocks the outside world's road to reach here, but also hinders the spread of information.

The mountains are silent and there is no living creature within a radius of 1,000 meters, but a life is being born under the ground covered by thick snow.

The tired mother used all her strength to give birth to him, but she was taken away before she could even take a look at the weak child.

Gong Yu Qingchen's understanding of the world started at the age of three. Before he was three, he spent most of his time sleeping in the insulated box.

Not only him, there are many children like him in this warm and bright room.

The transparent glass enveloped him, and he learned to crawl without any instruction, even though he had a hard time climbing.

Every day he would struggle to get to the edge of the glass to see the little dolls lying in the glass cover.

But those little dolls seem to have little energy. They sleep most of the time, and occasionally wake up and only cry.

He is the only alien here.

The people in white coats walked around, holding paper and pen in their hands, constantly writing and drawing every little doll.

They would pierce his delicate skin with a cold pinhole and inject some liquid that he didn't know what it was.

The feeling of a needle piercing the skin was very painful. He would cry loudly every time, but the crying did not bring any pity to the medical staff.

When he began to understand the world, a man brought him home.

The man claimed to be his father, but when the other party held him, he did not feel much joy.

The man hugged him very stiffly, and he felt uncomfortable being hugged, but the man couldn't feel this at all and repaid him home on his own.

As he left that room, he tried to stretch his neck and glance back.

There are many fewer children who are also in the insulated box and like him.

It took him a long time to realize that the disappearing children were not taken away by their parents, but that their lives gradually passed away and quietly became the destroyed failures.

The man’s home is very big, but he doesn’t have much time at home.

Every time his father comes back, he is the happiest time. Although the man doesn't know how to take care of the children, his clumsy attempts still fill the gap in fatherly love.

He gradually grew up to five years old with the care of his nanny. At the age of five, he fell seriously ill and fell into a coma for many days.

After waking up, he saw his father and found himself back in the white room.

But this room is different from the original one. The original room has many glass covers with children inside, and this room has a soft bed.

He lay on the bed with an oxygen hood on his face and an infusion tube on his arms.

His father sat by the bed.

My father said that he was in poor health and had to be treated in the hospital. He needed to work hard to make money for him. Whenever he had time, he would come to see him and ask him what gift he wanted.

For children, gifts are always second-hand, and parents’ company is the most important thing.

But he was very precocious and knew that his father worked very hard, so he was very sensible and did not ask his father to come to see him often.

He had never been to school, but his father had brought him many books.

From enlightenment education to simple school courses, he relied on a few books to learn what ordinary children would take six years to finish.

At that time, he was six years old.

He began to become curious about the world and had a strong curiosity about everything.

The medical staff in the "hospital" are not friendly. Most of them are taciturn, with only a very young sister who smiles sweetly and is willing to talk to him.

He wanted to see what the hospital looked like outside, wonder why the hospital could not see the window, and wonder why he was the only child in the hospital.

When he asked these questions, the sister smiled hard.

He seemed to understand something, but he seemed to understand nothing.

Later, his health improved a lot and was taken home by his father.

He sat in the car, his whole face pressed against the window, and his eyes were looking at the scenery outside without blinking.

It turned out that outside the hospital looked like this, lush and full of vitality.

He sat in the car and followed the winding mountain road back to his home, which was also located in the deep mountains.

Even though I haven't seen each other for a year, the nanny and the butler are still the same, and the family remains the same as before.

He has a very good memory and can remember where everything was placed a year ago, and it is not bad at all.

Perhaps it was out of some kind of self-protection that he had never told anyone about this, whether it was his father or the sister in a white coat.

This villa is located in the deep mountains not far from that hospital. He has never seen anyone else in the villa except the housekeeper, nanny and father.

Even if he walked out of the villa it was the same.

He would ask his mother, why did the children in the book have mothers?

The father said that his mother gave birth to him with all her strength and passed away. He condensed all the mother's expectations of being born, and he must live well and grow up healthily.

He was very happy when he heard this because he was loved and was born with love.

The non-existent mother is like a clear spring that appears in the dry desert, nourishing him and this desert.

He had never attended school, but Mr. Butler is very proficient in education. Even if he knows that he can learn, the Butler will teach him a child who is under ten years old.

They didn't seem to be surprised at all why he, a child under ten years old, could learn such profound knowledge, but he had never been exposed to the outside world and was not aware of this.

He stayed in the villa until he was ten years old, but his body did not become healthy as he hoped, but instead became weaker.

After he fell into a coma again when he was ten years old, his father sent him to the original hospital.

It was only then that he realized that the place was not a hospital, but a laboratory located underground.

He lay in the white room with all kinds of tubes inserted into his body. The people in white coats checked his brain with instruments and asked him all kinds of simple or profound questions.

He stared blankly at the ceiling lights. The people in white coats seemed to have turned into all kinds of monsters. They were eyeing him, as if they were about to swallow him in one bite.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and answered their questions.

He answered some of it, but some did not.

It’s not that he can’t answer, he just simply doesn’t want to answer.

After all the tests were over, he heard the leader's white coat whisper:

"It seems that it's just a semi-finished product..."

Even though he had never contacted the outside world, he could still understand what the semi-finished product meant.

Semi-finished product? Why is it a semi-finished product? If it is a semi-finished product, are there any failed products and finished products?

Where is Dad? Where is Dad? Why should I stay here? Why doesn’t he stay with me?

The hidden fear and depression erupted, and from that moment on, he had doubts about himself, around him, and the world.

He questioned them loudly, crying and looking for his father.

Those people were very cold to his reaction, and they held him down and injected him with a sedative, and then he lost consciousness.

He lived in this base for fifteen years. During these fifteen years, he went from anxiety, anxiety, fear at the beginning to despair, silence, and madness at the end.

He has always been very smart, but because of his limited cognition, he can't see many things clearly.

My father was still that father, but because of his mentality, he discovered many things that he could not see in the past.

My father was cold to him most of the time. It was fine before he was ten years old. He would try to learn to be a father. But since he entered the laboratory at the age of ten, every time he saw that man, the other party was cold and alienated.

As for why he was sent here, he just said that his illness was very strange and only here could be cured.

Regarding his father's alienation, he gradually restrained his attachment to his father. The other party noticed that he was only silent, but could only remain silent.

The books he read gradually changed from interesting children's books to profound and profound literary works.

Those words cut open the naked reality in front of him little by little. Looking back at the little things over the years, he was extremely profound, but cruel, because he realized what kind of existence he was.

He is not a child born with his parents' expectations, he is just a test subject.

It is a semi-finished product that survives many babies.

The guinea pig in the laboratory is painful, but the only spiritual comfort disappears and doubles the pain. He spends all day in the world of books, trying to numb himself with these things.

The experimenters did not stop him from reading books, and they would even send various books to test his learning ability.

On a snowy winter, he wore a thin shirt and came out of the experimental base located underground.

The snowflakes in the sky fell from the sky, a thin white piece fell on his face, and then quickly melted.

The cold wind from all directions hit him and he shivered.

He wrapped his thin clothes tightly and hid in a car with the stolen keys.

He doesn't know how to drive, but he has read the book related to cars many times, and has practiced how to drive many times in his mind.

But no matter how good he thought, he couldn't resist getting started. He managed the car with difficulty and went to the outside world according to the map in his memory.

When he drove from the mountain to the city, the car seemed to have been kneaded thousands of times, and the hood was smoking.
To be continued...