reborn skinny

In this world, there is a kind of person. When God created him, he took out some of his talents, made him mediocre and incompetent, and seemed to take pity on him, and finally gave him a heart that is tough and hardworking. .

Gu Qi has no talent, he is not proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he still sings out of tune. He hummed on a whim a few times, but his mother said that he was a monk chanting scriptures. Since then, Gu Qi has never dared to speak. up.

Therefore, when he saw the drawing board Zong Xi was carrying behind his back, his impression of the great male god immediately rose to another level.

The male god can also draw... It's a perfect setting.

The city was bustling, Zongxi got up very early, and he woke up when the sun showed its white edge.

The faint sunlight slanted into the corner of the window, and Zongxi took a breath of cool air in the early morning. The house left by his grandfather was old, the air conditioner in the room was broken, and there was no heating.

Zong Xi's face rubbed against the pillow, and the soft and warm cloth brushed against his eyelids, as if it could take away a little sleepiness and the nightmare of last night's dream.

Contrary to Gu Qi, Zongxi almost always knows a little bit of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He studied art abroad, majoring in music, and spends a lot of money every year to get in. In fact, what he bought was just a hobby of his own.

The Zong family has plenty of money, and he doesn't have to manage the company's business like his elder brother, so Zong Xi enjoys eating, drinking and having fun, happily wasting every day.

He stayed here for half a month, living a leisurely life. His two tutors knew his character, and the homework assigned to him was to submit a satisfactory painting and a song composed by him.

During the day, Zongxi carried a drawing board on his back and wandered around along the roads of the city. He looked at the scenery and drew him when he caught his eye. It seemed that he was born with artistic feelings, and his pen was full of flowers.

Others will always praise him and tell him that his value is not limited to these, and that he is suitable for a wider world where he can roam.

where is that?

Zong Xi didn't understand that he didn't need to make money by himself, and he didn't need to be particularly motivated. He always felt that he was nothing but a slightly good-looking face.

In fact, everyone envies and worships him, but he is the only one who still doesn't know what is good or bad.

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Zong Xi originally booked the plane ticket to leave next Monday, but he suddenly received a call from his mother, who was very emotional and told him to hurry over.

Zong Xi had no choice but to refund the originally booked flight ticket, change the plane that night, and leave the city directly.

When he was leaving, he came to Gu's house and said goodbye to Gu's mother who was very kind to him.

His mother's situation is very bad. Zongxi knows that her mother's mental state has always been poor. She has depression and mild mania. When Zongxi was young, she once saw her mother talking with her father. After the quarrel, when the father came out angrily, the mother cut her own neck with a knife.

He watched his mother's blood oozing from the side of her neck little by little. At first it was just a small gash, but she cut it down with a knife. Until his father walked to the door and heard Zongxi's crying, when he rushed back, This thrilling suicide farce was suppressed.

And that became Zongxi's nightmare all his life, as if he closed his eyes, the scene at that time was vivid in his memory.

Hearing that his mother was ill, Zong Xi was very frightened, and the flight attendant frequently came to his side to show his affection, Zong Xi just closed his eyes, with a cold expression on his face that no one should enter.

The time on the plane was a torment. As soon as he got off the plane, he took a taxi and rushed to the hospital.

After he got off the plane, he received a text message from his brother Zong Hai.

His mother's suicide has ended, and Zong Hai told him that his mother is now in the hospital, except for the scars left by her physical self-harm, her life is not in danger.

Zong Xi breathed a sigh of relief, his hands rested on his forehead, his cheeks were covered with cold sweat, he closed his eyes, and slowly calmed down, his heart that had been beating violently gradually stabilized, but disappointment appeared strangely.

That kind of emotion seemed to suck all the air around him and make him feel ashamed and guilty for his kind of feelings.

The moment I heard my mother was alive...

He felt burdened and oppressed...

Why is there a ticking time bomb that is going to explode at any time under his glorious life that is talked about by others.

He is afraid of his mother...

Afraid that she would threaten everyone with blood, afraid that she would tell him not to leave her with a sharp knife, that was his nightmare, a nightmare he wanted to end.

When Zong Xi arrived at the ward, his brother and father were there. Zong Hai was sitting by the bed, and his father was standing at the door. Zong Xi opened the door. They looked at him, nodded, and then looked at the man lying on the bed. Poor woman, their expressions are equally cold.

And Zong Xi knew that his expression was also the same.

They are all living under the madness of this woman, and countless depressions have accumulated in their hearts, and they cannot escape, because they have not been able to be ruthless executioners.

"How is mother?"

"There is no danger of illness. I asked the doctor to give her a tranquilizer and she will wake up in two hours."

After Zonghai finished speaking, Zongfu looked at Zongxi, "It's not that you went to accompany her as soon as you were on vacation, why was it half a month late?"

Zong Hai was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

It was his fault, it was his subconscious reluctance to go to his mother's place, which caused the current situation, and he couldn't refute it.

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Gu Qi didn't expect Zong Xi to leave in such a hurry, and what made him even more unexpected was that after Zong Xi left, Gu Qi sent him no response to any of the emails and messages he sent on msn.

Zong Xi has always been offline, and his gray avatar hangs alone. Gu Qi clicked on him and remained unmoved. Since then, that avatar has never turned on again.

Gu Qi never got in touch with Zong Xi again. He still had some expectations at the beginning, until later, when the senior high school entrance examination came, and his studies became more onerous. The registered msn account is also allowed to grow overgrown with weeds, no longer care about it.

Only occasionally when he passed by the bungalow next door, he would still think of Zongxi. He didn't know what happened to Zongxi, but when he was worried, he realized that he had very little contact with Zongxi .

So little... as long as he forgets that online account, he will never be able to contact him again.