The finale

The end of the term is approaching, and the extra day off on New Year’s Day was taken by students early. Although Kk does not have three times the salary for working on statutory holidays, it is still humane to have three times the time off. For three days, the teachers had little objection.

Gu Chunlian asked everyone in the group to watch the class schedule for the New Year's Day holiday. Except for Yao Xing, almost everyone worked ten hours a day. Fortunately, they also worked like this on weekends. Now it's only an extra day, but it's not a big deal.Cheng Shuling just thought, should he prepare some new year gifts for Lu Songyu?

Even though Cheng Shuling has had a lot of girlfriends, he has never carefully chosen a gift for his girlfriend, and this time he has changed boyfriends, let alone.So I had to ask when I went home at night: "Mr. Lu, is there anything you want? Apart from separating from me, the rest can satisfy you."

Lu Songyu stopped in front of the store where they bought oil last time: "Can I buy a pack of cigarettes?"

Lu Songyu still smokes?Cheng Shuling obviously didn't expect this, frowned slightly, but still nodded in agreement: "Buy it back, smoke it on the balcony."

Lu Songyu's cigarette lighting posture is very beautiful, with his left hand blocking the wind, his right hand lighting the lighter, his head tilted slightly to the right, his eyelids drooping naturally, the bright yellow light of the fire reflected on his left hand palm and fair face, like a drug addict, or a A civilized and classy junkie.

"The lighting pose is a bit nice!" Cheng Shuling appeared suddenly, with a slight force of two fingers, he pulled out the cigarette contained between Lu Songyu's lips, put it in his mouth, took a sip, and then returned it.

Cheng Shuling had tried smoking before, but he really couldn't understand where the addiction to this thing was, and the fate with smoking was gone, but Lu Songyu was obviously different. Past addiction.

Lu Songyu took two steps forward and leaned against the balcony window: "Cheng Shuling, have you made up your mind? Stay with me."

Cheng Shuling just found it funny: "Isn't it a bit late for you to ask now?"

"I said, it's not that simple."

"I also said that you are the big thing in my life."

When Lu Songyu came back, he was rather aggressive. He grabbed Cheng Shuling's hand and touched his lower back. Cheng Shuling's hand was cold, and the unexpected skin contact still made him tremble. Lu Songyu resisted: "Touch Reached?"

Cheng Shuling was stunned. One was that Lu Songyu was too active, and the other was that he touched a long, slanted scar on Lu Songyu's back, which was uneven. Cheng Shuling wanted to hide, but Lu Songyu held him firmly: "You Want to let go?"

"He really wanted to kill me at that time." It was the injury left by Lu Songyu when he was 19 years old. Of course, he is only 22 now. More than three years are not enough for him to forget that night when he lost his mind. Returning to that closed and ignorant village on a hot summer day, he calmly said that he would spend his whole life with his senior.Lu Songyu was prepared in his heart. He had no nostalgia for this place called "home" a long time ago. He just came back to say goodbye, and he didn't care even if he severed the so-called father-son relationship.

At that time, only his father and grandfather were left in the family where he grew up. The house was dilapidated and the village was in decline. Almost only the old, the weak, and the sick remained in the whole village. His father looked at him with cloudy eyes, and he could not help but twist him into the house. It was closed for two full days, all the doors and windows were closed, and no light could come in. Lu Songyu didn't get a drop of water in it, but unexpectedly he didn't collapse.Maybe it was because he no longer had any hope for this world, and he even felt that he could die like this, so that when he saw the sun again after nearly fifty hours, he was not happy, but just said in a pool of stagnant water: "You killed me Bar."

He is begging to die.

In fact, he and his father have never had any feelings for each other. His father regards him as a tool to carry on the family line, but he never thought that this tool is so fierce, and now he no longer wants to carry on the lineage.

When the father heard this, his cold eyes suddenly sharpened: "You want to die, don't you?"

Lu Songyu sat slumped on the ground, leaning against the wall. He was not afraid or panicked. Instead, his heart was filled with relief and happiness. He thought that he was finally free.

So when he saw his father coming in with a kitchen knife, he didn't even move his eyes.

Cheng Shuling panicked a little. He knew that Lu Songyu's story had only just begun, but he didn't want to hear it anymore. The smoke from Lu Songyu's mouth diffused in the small balcony, and there was endless darkness outside the balcony. He seemed to see Lu Songyu Just curled up in the dark abyss, quietly waiting for death.

"Death is nothing new in the world, but living is not new either." Lu Songyu's voice was cold, the same as when he wanted to die that year.

Cheng Shuling turned to look at him, feeling complicated, unable to reply for a long time, so he could only ask awkwardly: "What kind of nonsense is this?"

"It's Yesenin's poem." Lu Songyu slowed down, and then began to say again, "The reason why he didn't kill him was because my grandpa came."

Lu Songyu's grandfather followed his father into the house. At that time, Lu Songyu's mother had died of dystocia for many years, and because of Lu Songyu's hard life since childhood, no one was willing to marry his father. Lu Songyu became the only child of this family. Grandpa Out of breath, he scolded: "Do you want to end your children and grandchildren?"

"It's better for me to cut off my sons and grandchildren than to die at the hands of this evil!" The father's eyes were red, and he waved the kitchen knife in his hand, and he didn't know when he would cut it off.

The old man was afraid that his son would make a big mistake if he was not careful, so he tried to drag Lu Songyu out.Lu Songyu hadn't eaten water or rice for two days, and his stumbling appearance fell into his father's eyes, and he wanted to escape. His father's blood surged, and he grabbed the man with one hand, and the kitchen knife slashed at the man without thinking!

Grandpa's pupils shrunk, and his saliva flew wildly: "You bloody bastard! Even killing your own son, it's a thunderbolt!"

At that time, Lu Songyu thought, in fact, some literary works were written untruthfully. He didn't feel the pain right away. Instead, he heard his grandfather's swearing words clearly, and then his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

My father was also a coward. He had only killed pigs but not people before. Seeing that Lu Songyu's white shirt was red, and the edge of the kitchen knife was dripping with blood, he panicked and "staggered", and the kitchen knife fell loosely on the ground. land.

The neighbors had heard the commotion a long time ago, and they came over in twos and threes to watch the excitement. An old woman knocked on the ground with her cane: "What a crime! This child's life is so hard, something is going to happen! Hurry up and invite a monk to come to the temple!"

At that time, Lu Songyu had lost consciousness, and when he woke up, he was already in the town's health center. The ward was filled with the smell of inferior disinfectant and the stench of vomiting from the old man next door. Lu Songyu's stomach was churning, and he almost died He spit it out, pulled his body, and the pain in his back almost killed him again.

He heard the sound of grandpa and father arguing outside.

"This son of a bitch is not only hard-fated, but also a pervert!"

"I don't care, the incense of the Lu family must not be broken, or I will stab you first!"

"It's the same whether he is alive or dead. Don't think that someone will go to your grave after you die. Do you know what he said? He said he was going to run away with a man! A man and a man! You're so perverted, you still want incense You can’t hold back your old face when you go out, and others will poke me in the back! The fortune teller is right, it’s fate! If you kill his brother and his aunt, kill his grandma, you will be killed too! I should have known Back then, I listened to fortune tellers and threw him out. At that time, I thought he was a boy, so I was not willing to throw him away..."

"You..." Grandpa was out of breath, "What did you say?"

"Old man!" screamed the father. "Doctor! Come quickly! Dead man!"

The old man stretched out a finger and pointed at his son tremblingly: "Tell me, is it true or not?"

"It's really going to kill the whole family!" Father didn't answer Grandpa's words at all, "I'll just hit my head to death!"

"Get out of the way!" The nurse rushed over, separated the father in a hurry, and carried the grandfather onto the stretcher.

Grandpa has high blood pressure, and when he gets emotional, he becomes confused and almost fainted. He was checked in the hospital that day and found out that he had a heart attack. It was too late by then.

Lu Songyu was discharged from the hospital after he was injured. His father did not allow him to attend his grandfather's funeral. His wound was treated in a hurry, and he developed a high fever. He went back to school in a daze, and never returned to the village. .

"No," Cheng Shuling thought, what kind of magical reality is this? "Can I ask a few questions?"

Lu Songyu had already sat cross-legged on the ground, with cigarette butts lying around his feet, looking sluggish: "Ask."

"What the hell is fate?"

"Do you know Ai Qing?"

"Dayan River?"

Lu Songyu nodded: "When Ai Qing was born, he was considered to be against his parents, so he was sent to Dayanhe to grow up. I was worse than him. The fortune teller said that my fate was hard, not only against my parents, but also against my parents. Kill the people close to me, so it is best not to have a father-son, mother-son relationship, otherwise the family will not be smooth. The easiest solution is to give me to others to raise, but they are not willing. They think that the first child is a son. It is a great blessing, and I am very afraid that I will not have a son in the future, and the incense will be cut off, so I stayed."

Sure enough, feudal superstition is harmful!Cheng Shuling scolded angrily, and then asked: "Then what do your brother and your aunt have to do with you?"

"My aunt is actually my mother." Seeing Cheng Shuling's brows furrowed, Lu Songyu knew that he couldn't accept these strange things, "The fortune teller had no choice but to give them a second solution. Just let me call them uncles and aunts, and later development was a bit bloody, and I began to be ridiculed by my peers for not having parents."

At that time, Lu Songyu was six years old and in elementary school. He ran to his mother one night, full of joyful anticipation, and softly called "Mom", thinking that this would prove that he was not a child without parents.

The mother was pregnant with her second child at the time, and when she realized it, her face was as cold as ice, and she cursed, "What are you yelling at?"

Lu Songyu was taken aback, isn't this his mother?Is he really a child without parents?That is the orphan?

During the meal, his mother told his father about it, and Lu Songyu rekindled some expectations in his heart. He thought, maybe his father would think he was right.But he didn't wait for his father's words. He only waited for a loud slap from above. The force was so great that even the bowl in front of him fell to the ground and shattered. Little Lu Songyu hadn't recovered from the burning pain. Father His slap landed on his thin back crisply again, followed by a rough question—who taught you?What are you barking about?Do you want to die?

That's what everyone else said, there was no barking, and I didn't want to die.

Lu Songyu's eyes were filled with tears, and when he lowered his head, he secretly dropped a few big ones, not daring to make a sound, and only answered these questions silently in his heart.

For the first time, he knew what it was like to be disappointed.

The author has something to say: Superstitions are harmful to people~

I have put all the manuscripts away, if jj doesn't have a convulsion, you can see the update at 12 o'clock every day!