Why be serious

Until today, I understood what my aunt meant when she said, "I can't pass this day".Muzhou was completely occupied, all civilian trains and planes were paralyzed, and communication failed. All calls to Muzhou were difficult to connect, including the calls I made to my grandpa and grandma's house.I'm terrified that something happened to them too.

So I told my aunt that I was going to Muzhou by car.Because of my words, the family was completely in chaos, and everyone was trying to persuade me not to be impulsive.

My aunt hugged my arm and yelled in a high-pitched voice, "You can't go! You were killed before you even got to Muzhou! Wait a minute, maybe you'll be fine!"

My nephew, Xiaobao, also cried and hugged my leg, saying loudly, "Uncle, don't go, don't die!" Xiaobao was young and thought that "walking" meant "death", and he thought I would be like the second brother That's gone forever on the train.

Rong En was smoking cigarettes one by one on the sofa, and Xia Hui sat beside him, staring blankly at me.He is actually a person who will not come to trouble, very wooden.

Yingying also came.She went back to her mother's house yesterday to visit her younger brother who was just one month old, and she just came back now.She looked at me, didn't say anything, and went to ask Rong En again: "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

Only then did Rong En speak: "Muzhou has fallen, your great-grandmother and great-grandfather have lost contact with the outside world."

Yingying exclaimed in surprise: "What should I do?" Then she looked at me: "Uncle, this is planning to—"

"He wants to go to Muzhou," Rong En's voice suddenly became louder, he stood up, pointed at my nose and cursed, "Don't go to Muzhou, just stay at home!"

I got angry: "I just want to go, do you think I'm like you?"

I saw the veins on Rong En's face bulging, like a ferocious monster, fierce but unable to speak, a burst of hatred welled up in my heart.

I hate Jung Eun for ruining her.

Xia Hui stood beside us, at a loss.He is the only outsider.

I grabbed Xia Hui, pulled him to stand next to me, and told him: "Be careful, Rong En will kill you sooner or later." Adding blockage also meant to remind Xia Hui.It's just that it's probably harsh to Rong En's ears.

The next moment I saw Xia Hui's eyes widened and he looked behind me in panic.I heard Auntie and Yingying screaming.Everything around suddenly darkened, and the screaming stopped abruptly.I knew Rong En must have lost his temper.It doesn't matter if he kills me, anyway, there are Xiaobao and Yingying at home.

Rong En beat me to death, and I don't bother to describe the specific situation.I didn't fight back.

I can't go to Muzhou at all.The hospital was too stuffy, and after staying in the hospital for half a month, I clamored to go home to recuperate. In the end, my aunt couldn't hold me back, so she had to tell me to go home.

While waiting for Muzhou Battle Report, I continued to write my story.

"'Little mother's wavy curly hair is shaking regularly on the white sheet, black is black and white or white, very eye-catching.

She screamed, I am your little mother.

I laughed.

……

That night I humiliated her with all the obscenity I had learned all my life.Bitch, whore, bitch...that's what I call my father's lover'. "

I write seriously, and I write seriously.When my aunt saw it, she thought I was writing some reportage.She advised me not to work too hard.

Because my head was smashed, I was always dizzy when I was awake, and I had to take a break after writing, so my speed suddenly slowed down.When Xia Hui came to visit me, I told him that I hadn't finished writing.He said that there is no rush, rest is important.

I continued to write hard.

Xia Hui sat by my bed, looked down at my writing, and read word by word: "'Dad, I'm in love with my little mother'..." His face turned red suddenly.He straightened up and said embarrassedly: "Have you written this far?"

I said yes."

Xia Hui asked me: "What will happen to the step-son and the younger mother? Although the younger mother has no status and is just his father's side room, but due to the constraints of the world, no one can forgive them."

Xia Hui opened his sad eyes, quietly waiting for my reply.

I smiled, covered the pen, and put it on the table together with the manuscript. I beckoned to him, "Come here, and I'll tell you."

Xia Hui bent down foolishly, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down, whispering in his ear:

"I have to ask you this question."

"What do you mean?" He didn't understand.

So I kissed him on the earlobe.Xia Hui was startled and angry, he pushed my hand away, pointed at me and said, "Your book, could it be, could it be—"

"What do you think?" I pulled Xia Hui onto the bed.

That night I told him: I changed the first draft, and changed it to "Little mother's black hair is shaking regularly on the white sheet, the black is black and white, it is very eye-catching".

Xia Hui wasn't listening.He asked me why I did this to him, and he cried and said he was finished, completely finished, that I was going to kill him.

I thought it was funny, so I asked him: "What are you afraid of, Rong En doesn't know."

Xia Hui buried his face in the pillow and whispered, "I only like Rong En, and I have always only liked Rong En, since the first time he came to listen to the opera. You don't understand anything."

I said oh.

Then neither of us said anything, and I smoked a cigarette.

Xia Hui fell asleep, curled up on the bed, thin and weak.I'm thinking, my country is devastated, my family is in limbo, and this evening I'm busy bullying my father's lover.I ruined him.

I ended up turning into a beast like Rong Eun.

Xia Hui left in the early morning.When I was leaving, I suddenly found that the door was ajar, but when Xia Hui came, it was obviously closed.

I think of a person.

In the past, when I was sick, Rong En never came to see me once.

How could he be so coincidental?

Speaking of which, our father and son have always had a tacit understanding in this regard. In the winter of 23 years, Rong En had sex with a male prostitute again at home, which was also the cause of his mother's dispute with him.I saw his panting body entangled with the male prostitute through the crack of the door.From that day on, I lost the ability to have sex with the opposite sex.

The author has something to say: Is it bloody (Lei