Give a bellflower to the drowning ghost

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In a daze of consciousness, Wang Ze saw Bodyguard Chen walking up to the ranger and looking at the ranger's face with frivolous movements.

Wang Ze wanted to call out to tell Chen's bodyguard to stay away from the ranger, but he could only squeeze out some animal-like gasps from his throat.

He probably felt he was being kidnapped.Uncle has been imprisoned for more than ten years, so it is impossible for him to do it.He was lucky enough to survive that time back then, all because his uncle still had some nostalgia for his mother in his heart.Now if he was caught by other people, then he would probably die here.

He felt that he was not afraid of death, but he didn't want the ranger to die.

He couldn't contain his hatred for himself at the thought of the ranger being involved with him.

If there is a god, please let me die instead of the ranger.Wang Ze made a wish.

In a daze, someone answered him: "I can't do it."

why?

"Because in your heart, your life is not as valuable as a forest ranger."

The man paused, and then said: "Or, you are looking forward to it, after all, if you die here, you don't need to suffer anymore."

Wang Ze tried to open his eyes to find the speaker.He had a vague glimpse of a person sitting beside him, on that person's lap lay a few pieces of old yellow letter paper.

Wang Ze thought, ah, no wonder I couldn't see his face, after all, I didn't see him in person until he left.

The writer smiled softly in his ear.

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Why don't you want to be gentle with me when I'm about to die?

What the writer wrote on the letter paper: "Are you acting like a baby? I've told you a lot about being gentle. Unfortunately, after I committed suicide, this type has no effect."

Yes.

Not everyone denies his pain, either.

Some people praised him for being great and thought he had done a good job. It was his parents who were wrong and those who misunderstood him. He himself was innocent.

But he couldn't turn back, and he couldn't get back on the road of real "value".

He lied to his mother that he had no intention of going back to school.

He also lied to the ranger that he had dropped out of school not because he couldn't let go of being a writer, but because he couldn't read.

He fears tomorrow, every tomorrow.The writer's death exposed the fact that he was not cherished by anyone, and he could no longer find a reason to endure the pain in front of him.

What should I work hard for?

Every day he fails to do what is socially right.So he suffers from insomnia, trying everything to delay the arrival of tomorrow.

But the sun always rises.

Those gentle strangers patiently listened to his venting: "Go see a doctor, as long as you receive professional treatment, you will get better soon."

But he kept finding different excuses for himself, always saying that he would leave after finishing what he was doing.

"Actually, you dare not go," said the writer.

Yes.

What if I don't have depression?

What if I can't manage my own life just because I'm a hypocritical piece of shit?

Thinking of this, Wang Ze felt that he was wasting oxygen even by breathing.

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Wang Ze hyperventilated again.Bodyguard Chen was at a loss for a moment, but he immediately took out a paper bag and put it near Wang Ze's mouth and nose to prevent him from exhaling too much carbon dioxide.

The ranger suppressed the anxiety in his heart: "Since you don't want us to go back alive, you can ignore him."

Bodyguard Chen's tone returned to the calmness unique to the service industry when we first met: "I haven't gotten the ransom yet."

The ranger said, "Then why haven't you killed me yet? No one will pay for me."

Bodyguard Chen said, "I won't kill you."

The ranger said, "Does it make a difference if someone else does it?"

Bodyguard Chen thought for a while, and comforted Wang Ze, who was still in the hallucination, and said, "Of course there are, and naturally I feel less guilty this way. As long as the person responsible for the shooting didn't cause trouble and died, I can sleep peacefully." gone."

For a moment, the ranger thought it was nonsense.But he managed to calm down: "Can I go to the toilet first before I die? I don't want to be too indecent during an autopsy."

"Yes." Chen bodyguard said.He picked up an empty plastic bottle from the corner, walked up to the ranger who couldn't move, and put his finger on the ranger's trouser chain.

Bodyguard Chen added: "In order to avoid misunderstanding, let me make it clear first, I am gay, but I really only want to help you, after all, I will really feel guilty if I take action now."

The ranger thought, he thought the writer and Wang Ze were unreasonable before.

The most inexplicable guy is here.

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Wang Ze saw the ranger spread his legs, and bodyguard Chen was moving between his legs.

The writer whispered in Wang Ze's ear: "Are they sexing? It's disgusting."

Wang Ze did not answer the writer.

The writer giggled from a corner he couldn't see: "If the forest ranger can live because of this, you should be happy."

But Chen's bodyguard quickly walked away, his vision was hazy, and Wang Ze couldn't see the ranger's expression clearly.

"It doesn't seem to be the case. You can start to feel sad."

Wang Ze lowered his head.

The writer hummed to himself.

When Wang Ze felt that he was about to fall asleep, the writer said vaguely, "You saw uncle today."

So?

"Have you ever imagined what it's like when your mother is with your uncle? You don't need to imagine what it's like when your father is with his mistress. After all, you've seen the photos."

The writer whispered on the back of his neck, "It's disgusting—"

"□□It's really disgusting."

"Uncle is getting old so fast."

"Uncle looks really infatuated, mother can really do it."

In a daze, Wang Ze felt that the person behind him was no longer a writer. A writer would not be so straightforward, and would not use a blunt tone to cover up his malice.That voice chattered, and gradually became the familiar voice of Wang Ze.

his own voice.

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Another Wang Ze stuck in his ear and said, "I seem to have heard about Xiao Chen's goingssip family just now. It's so embarrassing."

"Hey, tell me, what does our mother think? She and her uncle have been together since childhood, and she has never had a crush on other men. How can she betray her? Actually, if the two of them persist and give up the inheritance, it will be a big deal. There are not so many things in the future? Our mother has such a good brain, it will not be difficult to start from the grassroots. As a result, she simply married another man, and she was unwilling to break up simply, so she just lied to tie her down. Live with my younger brother, and let my younger brother and husband feel that there is a green hat on each other's head all day long."

"Stupid and disgusting."

Wang Ze felt that he was really bored to death, so he said: "Mother never thought of giving up the inheritance."

"uh-huh?"

Wang Ze thought slowly: "At that time, my grandfather gave them the same conditions. As long as they compromise first, they can inherit everything, and the remaining person can only live the rest of his life on the charity of the traitor."

The other self sneered coldly: "Don't say it so harshly, anyone with hands and feet can support themselves."

Wang Ze said: "But my mother doesn't think so. In her mind, it is meaningless if you can't get the status of big brother."

"They have such a good relationship, they can take the money and kill grandpa and share it together."

Wang Ze said: "If I were given a choice, my uncle would probably do this. But my mother didn't believe my uncle, and even thought that he might be betrayed by my uncle at the first moment, so when she heard about my grandfather's conditions, she immediately yelled. I agree, and I won't let uncle have a chance to see the will at all."

"In the end, after the death of my grandfather, I still found out. But anyway, a few years of sweet life have passed. Although it's not that I don't like my brother, it's just that money is much more reliable than people. It's better than trusting my brother." Take the money and take care of your younger brother, hee."

"Xiao Chen also betrayed you for money."

"You also feel disgusted while spending this kind of money."

"Disgusting."

"Did you build it with shameless walls? Take money from people you look down on? Can you renew yourself when you reach the age of 18? Or are you like your mother, thinking that you are nothing without money?"

"When will you betray others?"

……

His own voice kept saying vicious words, Wang Ze couldn't want to listen to it, but he couldn't get rid of that self.

"It's already disgusting enough to keep in mind the rumors my mistress said," the voice gradually became lower and lower: "You also inherited the blood that regards money as life, so you just stay in that disgusting home."

"nausea."

He said to him himself: "Go to hell."

The author has something to say:

I put this chapter in the manuscript box and forgot to send it out