Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

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The slender second hand moves at a constant speed, around the axis that can never be separated, spinning and running day and night, without sleep.After it runs one lap, the minute hand will easily jump out of a small grid, and after it runs sixty laps, the hour hand will easily jump out of a small grid.But when people turn their attention to the clock, they only read the time and minutes aloud, and the most diligent and hardworking one is ignored.

This is the fate of being born different - some people have to put in ten times and a hundred times more effort than others, but they may not get the same return.

Zhuo Yang lay quietly on the bed, listening to the slight rhythm of the wall clock, patiently waiting for the symptoms of chest tightness to disappear gradually.

In the past, he liked to sleep on his side, curled up into a small ball, and wrapped his body tightly with a quilt, like a baby in its natural form in the mother's womb, full of security.But now Yan Yusi, who has become an asthmatic, can only lie flat and steady with his arms stretched out to keep the airway, which is narrower and more sensitive than ordinary people, unobstructed.

If you accidentally suffocate in your sleep, you will never wake up again.

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His nose was slightly itchy, he couldn't stop his dry cough, his chest seemed to be pressed by a stone, and there was a clearly discernible "hissing" sound between breaths.This is an "old friend" who always comes to accompany him for a while every night, and usually leaves by himself in about 10 minutes.Many nights, he was forced to lie on his back, propped up on his hands, panting heavily.Even if you get enough and good sleep, you will still be accompanied by shortness of breath and occasional low-grade fever when you wake up the next morning.

Living should be a happy thing, but because of the existence of illness, it has become a kind of torture for some people.

In the past, Zhuo Yang disliked Yan Yusi very much.Although on the surface he is generous and humble, in his heart he always stays at a respectful distance.But now he somewhat understands and even sympathizes with him.If I was born in this body, maybe I would become mean and extreme.

There is something hateful about a poor man, and vice versa.

Born as a boy, he has never played ball with his peers under the scorching sun at noon; he has never played with a puppy on the grass after the rain and rolled out a dirty spot of mud; he has never Stepping on the bicycle like a gust of wind, flying across the field paths with wheat waves on both sides; never running on the rubber track and enjoying the cheering cheers from the side of the field... How can this boy be happy?

Not even dare to use overly violent methods to resist and mess around.Even a loud, red-faced argument can lead to breathing difficulties, deep suffocation, heart failure, and death.

So he could only express his dissatisfaction with fate with harsh language and sinister expressions.Just like a hedgehog, it looks sharp and inviolable, but it is fragile and defenseless.The more frightened he is, the more sharp thorns will explode all over his body.

Because of this, cheerful, open-minded, calm, optimistic...all these beautiful words gradually drifted away from him.

Yan Yusi's room is very tidy, but also very boring.Temperature and humidity are strictly controlled.In order to isolate allergens, there are no soft carpets and feather products, no flowers and plants, and animals are strictly prohibited.It is also necessary to regularly use chemical agents to remove mites.

Zhuo Yang didn't move the furnishings in this room, everything remained as it was before.Occupying other people's bodies always made him a little panicked, as if he had done something disgraceful.I don't know if Yan Yusi really died, or if he was reborn in another person's body like himself.If possible, I hope he becomes a healthy person, at least he can taste the feeling of running wild in nature.

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The discomfort disappeared, enough oxygen poured into the lung lobes, the body instantly relaxed, and the heart beat vigorously.

Zhuo Yang began to miss his pillow.He really wanted to sneak into the big room on the west end of the corridor and steal that familiar pillow out, but his father hadn't left the study yet, and his brother's bedroom was still lit, so it would be too easy to expose.

It took three months to get used to that heavy dragon and phoenix bed, and it may take even longer to leave it. Getting used to it is a terrible thing.

There were several knocks on the door, Zhuo Yang was startled, and quickly shrank into the quilt, closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep.In order to prevent Yan Yusi from falling ill at night and losing his life, a key was placed on the doorknob of this room all the year round.

With a "click", the door was opened, and someone walked slowly to the bed. The light in the room was not turned on, and only a shadow in a large nightgown could be seen.

After a moment of silence, the shadow asked softly: "Yusi, are you asleep?" It was Yan Yuxing.The voice was very soft, as if afraid of waking people up.

Zhuo Yang maintained a steady, slightly heavy breathing.

Yan Yuxing put his hand on his forehead, tested the temperature, stood there for a while, and suddenly sighed: "Yusi, I'm sorry..."

No more sound.

Zhuo Yang maintained the sleeping position just now, and waited for a long time, but when there was no movement, he opened his eyes quietly, and Yan Yuxing left without knowing when.This was the second time I heard him say such words after waking up from the hospital.

There has always been a deep bond between the two brothers.One takes care of them meticulously, and the other relies on them wholeheartedly.What happened to make Yan Yuxing feel so guilty?

And Kang Yuzhu, why does she resent the Zhuo family?She is Kang Yurou's younger sister, why should she have anything to do with the Zhuo family?If there is an emotional connection, it is obvious that the father abandoned the mother and empathized with Kang Yurou, shouldn't the Zhuo family resent her?

Zhang Chongjiu, who is inseparable from his father, has not shown up for many days. What happened?What kind of event requires the use of the most important bodyguards?

Amidst all these perplexities, my consciousness gradually blurred, and I finally fell asleep...

Dreams are always extremely messy, one scene jumps to another, and one picture splits into another.

It seems that the shards of glass paintings that fell from the arched windows of the church clearly come from a colorful and beautiful story, but it is too fragmented to read its original content.

On those damaged fragments, there are many smears of his distant and vague childhood.

Get out of your yard on a tricycle, and walk 200 meters along the sloping street facing the sunset, and you will find a miniature park in the community.There is a small sandpit there, which is the territory of the children.A group of pink and tender dolls are carrying small shovels and plastic buckets, squatting inside and busying themselves.Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and with a "click", the huge billboard behind it folded down and hit the children with innocent smiling faces.

As the air whistled, these little guys raised their heads, all stunned by the sudden danger.I don't know which child's father rushed up quickly. With the strength of one person, he vigorously propped up the heavy iron sheet, and all the children were safe and sound.

The father directed his son while exerting his strength: "Baby, don't worry, Dad is here! Now run to the slide..."

At that time, Zhuo Yang was standing at the nearest position beside the father. He raised his head with great effort, and looked over curiously. It was a young white man. The light was blocked by the billboard, so he couldn't see his face clearly. He only remembered that he was very strong. , the muscles are very strong, and the sweat on the skin glows with a faint dark golden light.Zhuo Yang stared stupidly at this man who was several times taller than him, and suddenly realized that there was a big mountain standing in front of him.

That was the first time he left a deep impression on the word "father".

Dad is the one who will show up in time when you are in danger and can support the whole world for you.He will easily deal with all the seemingly intractable problems, and tell you down-to-earth: "Don't worry, Dad is here!"

Perhaps it was also from that time that an earnest desire for his father sprouted in his heart.

Zhuo Yun is a very strong mother who does not allow her child to cry, make noise, act like a baby, or be weak, let alone disobey her orders.She often warns Zhuo Yang: "In our family, you are the only little man, you must grow up quickly, become stronger, and protect your mother and this family!"

At first Zhuo Yang was full of a sense of mission because of the title of man.But after a long time, I was a little inexplicably resistant.

Why do you have to be someone else's reliance?In fact, I really want to be pampered and doted on without any worries...

Whenever there is a festival celebration, there will always be dazzling grand fireworks set off on the square.Parents and children took to the streets, gathered together, and shared the atmosphere of joy.Many children will ride on the shoulders of their fathers, their smiling faces illuminated by fireworks. Children without fathers can only stand in the crowd and be squeezed by a pile of thighs.

I really hope that there is such a person who is taller and stronger than me, who can easily hold me in his arms and wrap me with his arms.No matter what happens, he can pat me on the back: "Don't worry, Dad is here!"

I wish there was such a person...

So Zhuo Yang began to ignore Zhuo Yun's reprimand, intentionally or unintentionally stirring up the topic of his father.What kind of person is dad?Tall or short?Fat or thin?Is the voice rough or soft?Will you play baseball?

When he was awake, Zhuo Yun was always upset.He tried his best to sarcastically and belittle the man Zhuo Yang called his father, accusing and cursing viciously with resentment.Talk about how I was replaced by another woman, how lonely and frustrated, how I took Zhuo Yang away to Australia, how I abandoned my father and brother for more than ten years...

But when she was drunk, she began to describe the man in her memory endlessly.

She said that your father is tall and strong, especially his nose, which is very lucky.I don't laugh often, it's kind of scary.But once he really laughed, he was naive and a little silly...

The image of a Kung Fu star appeared in Zhuo Yang's mind.

She said that your father is very knowledgeable, and he quotes scriptures when he speaks, no matter whether it makes sense or not, people have to believe him...

Zhuo Yang thought of the all-knowing history teacher in school wearing glasses.

She said that your father is fierce and powerful. He has many men, has guns, and can kill people.But whoever he kills deserves to die...

Zhuo Yang seemed to see the most dignified Chinese sheriff in the block.

She said about your father... She didn't say much each time, only a little bit.But bit by bit, a charming man full of legends was gradually outlined, which made Zhuo Yang have infinite longing for this father, and his imagination ran wild.

So many lonely long nights, the mother and son spent rambling on the topic of alcohol and father intertwined.

The sober Zhuo Yun would always forget what he said when he was drunk, so she was very puzzled: "Ayang, I told you clearly that your father is a very bad man and a hateful bastard, why do you still treat me like that? Does he never forget? You don't even know who he is!"

Zhuo Yang shook his head: "Mom, I have a different... position from yours, so the father I see is also different."

Zhuo Yang was ten years old this year.

A ten-year-old child naturally cannot think about problems from a philosophical point of view.If Zhuo Yang is too smart, it is better to say that he has a pair of eyes that can calm down and observe the world carefully.

From the third grade, he started to learn painting.The first lessons were dry, sketching gypsum spheres in gouache.It looked round and white, and it was placed on a red tablecloth.The child is very impetuous, smeared it out indiscriminately, and ran to tell the teacher.

That painting was really bad, and it was barely enough to be called a painting, but the fat female teacher was still very happy and said, "That's great, kid, how about trying to change the position? Draw it again from a different angle."

change location?Another angle?Not that ball yet!

As he drew and painted, he began to understand a little bit.When facing the light, the ball is very bright, with a light yellow in the white, and it feels very warm.When the backlight is on, the ball becomes darker, with a slight blue-purple in the white, which feels very cold.Moving from the bright side to the dark side, every step of the turn, those hues, depths, and purity are all undergoing wonderful changes.

Zhuo Yang learned to stand in different positions to observe everything around——

The big tree at the door, viewed from the south, has dense branches and leaves, but viewed from the north, it seems to be sparsely sparse.

The ping pong ball held in the hand is much larger than the ball table tens of meters away.

A light that is turned on looks bright and harsh at night, but during the day it is barely noticeable.

The wife of the neighbor Uncle Tom called him a drunkard, his daughter disliked him as a dull old man, the children in the orphanage said he was an angel, and his old mother called him "little Tom who didn't grow up."

Everything in the world has become different in Zhuo Yang's eyes.They all have many faces and can't change it?Just try to change your position.It makes you sad?Just stand back a little bit.It got you down?Stand back a little bit.There is always a place where beauty and hope can be seen.

Just like the man I was expecting called Dad, he also has many faces...

In such a life of constantly changing positions, Zhuo Yang grew up slowly, the furniture gradually became smaller, the roads gradually became shorter, and Zhuo Yun gradually aged.

On the day they learned they had cancer, neither mother nor son cried.They sat facing each other on the small table by the window, drinking red wine, accompanied by silver moonlight.

Zhuo Yang asked her mother what her plans were, and Zhuo Yun said she was going back to Lidao.That was the happiest and most painful place in her life, where she was born and where she will die.

She asked Zhuo Yang what her plan was, Zhuo Yang said: "I am the only man in the family, and I want to stay with my mother. Don't worry, I will protect you until the last moment."

Zhuo Yun smiled and said, "I hope that day will be covered with white lilies, so that they don't wither."

Zhuo Yang also smiled and said, "Okay."

That night, Zhuo Yun finally told Zhuo Yang that his father's name was Yan Yaoqin.

Zhuo Yang was stunned, not only had he heard the name, but he was also very familiar with it.That was precisely the image of his father that best met his expectations!At first, in a TV report, Yan Yaoqin was invited to cheer for his favorite baseball team. He was in the auditorium, and he had a kind of awe-inspiring aura that stood out from the crowd.Beside him, on one side sits a stable and hearty older son, and on the other side sits a beautiful and active younger son. The three of them all wear the same ball cap, talking and laughing intimately with each other from time to time... Zhuo Yang hopes that he It was one of those two teenagers.

It wasn't until late at night when the whole world fell asleep that he secretly opened the booklet where he collected pictures, found the colorful cover with Yan Yaoqin as the protagonist, and said to the person in the painting nervously: "Dad...I am Zhuo Yang, I hope you will... like me."