[Justice League] Violent Aesthetics

Time passed to the winter at the end of last year.

You peek in Williams Snowma's closet as the hostess leaves her satchel on the sofa.

That Christmas, like this one, I was in a very remote place.I don't miss these holidays because they are insignificant, just like you love your baby girl but always berate her hard.

Until the whole smell of Christmas faded away, Gloria found me in the bar I frequented. Maybe it was suppressed anger, maybe it was a rare calm, and I had forgotten all about that expression.

She called me home and insisted on making me drink a few cups of tea before she could get into her point.

"What's wrong with you, second brother." She sat on the longest and most central sofa and stared at me, staring at me as I drank all the tea she handed over.

Great, as you can see.I pushed the cup towards the middle of the table.Is there something wrong, or did Gerald say something to you again?Anyway, don't believe everything he tells you about me.I said.He always spreads scary news, remember the last time he told you that he suspected that the guy in your group had Diogenes syndrome.

"Why doesn't Christmas come to join us, all of us are waiting for you."

But I called and called all of you.

"It's different."

I wasn't on Earth at all, that day.

"I saw you." There was a clear disdain in her eyes. "It's in your house, the table is full of wine bottles, and the TV is on, but it's on a different channel than everyone else."

Oh—don't make me sound like a drunk, dear sister.I don't have time to sit in front of the TV listening to Christmas music and drinking beer.I curled up on the couch and looked at Gloria quietly out of the corner of my eye.

I saw the plane hit the hill.

The explosion shocked the snowflakes and woke up the snow mountain, and the carnage of the plane swayed gracefully and fell down the mountain.There was no sound from the TV. I remember I muted it and then threw the remote control far away.

You hide in Sonal's closet and spy on the hostess who is throwing the satchel on the sofa.

"Don't lie to me."

You should stay at Papa's house, why are you spying on me.I lowered my voice to look at her expression, and I had to admit that I was too exposed to cover up.The atmosphere of this cloudy day is weird, the drowsy gauze curtain reaches out to cover the only light in front of his eyes, longing to continue to sleep.

Coincidentally, Gloria has been called by the police station to be on duty since midnight, and the road passing by my house is not a must.

The Green Lantern Corps is very law-abiding, and gave all Earth warriors a day off before Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, I have no right to enjoy that day off.I looked up in the direction of the earth from a long distance, but I couldn't see the blue non-luminous orb in Eastmont anyway.

Speaking of Christmas on Earth, I found that Lianke's expression became unnatural.I just pretend not to remember how exactly we met in the first place.On which beautiful little street, who is red and who is green, whoever gets a decoration for the bridge of the nose first.

They always consist of a single, inlined region.

So I know that Lianke told me about memories his family didn't want to bring back.

Lianke persuaded me to spend the once-a-year Christmas here, when I said that I didn't intend to lock myself in the older generation's house on this day.

"How thick is the gap, I just want to know why you are so resistant to seeing our dad, even on Christmas Eve, when you should stop narrating family disasters and let go of prejudice and reunite." I don't know what this is Attitude, the old girl is more like teaching a disobedient child.

No, Lianke, I want to return to Earth.At least soaked in that atmosphere, it will be less likely to rot than a corpse that has not been soaked in formalin.I patted him on the shoulder and said.Stay if you want, but it wouldn't be Christmas without a tree and a sleigh drawn by reindeer.

"What are you afraid of."

Silence can only be exchanged for intensified urging.I began to think seriously about the questions she raised—separation, resistance, and fear. These words are easy to understand, and the meaning can be understood without looking through a dictionary, but the silence continues, which is the prelude to lies.

I wasn't watching TV, nor was I drinking, and the unopened bottle on the table was evidence that I was going to drink but didn't.A hangover is more of a public display, if someone drinks with you, if someone hears you shout, if someone sees you cry, then the show will start because hysteria can only happen if there is an audience attack.

I just think about it, look at the photos on the table and think about it.I found that my head melon showed me a picture, which year and month I directly opened the door of the old man's room with the key, and he stood by the window, leaning on the ground with a cane to help his two useless Legs, I quietly closed the door and saw him holding up a family photo in the sun, just by seeing a corner, I knew it was a family photo—each of us had the same one in our hands.

On his wall, in the bookcase, on the side of the table, in the drawer, I have never seen this photo appear.

Oh, one day before Christmas Eve.The screen moves to the calendar hanging on the wall.

I coughed twice, reminding the person by the window that there are guests visiting, please put down the damn photo.

Polishing waxes protect wood and leather.You clearly know that there is no problem telling the colleague opposite you directly, but you insist on pretending to leave a note in someone else's handwriting on his desk.Of course, a small quarrel will not make you intentionally play tricks on others, but why do you refuse to speak out?

silence.silence.

Sitting on the sofa, I repeatedly recalled this scene, the flickering picture of the TV, the refreshing air from the beer taken out of the refrigerator, the creaking of the table legs, the ticking of the wall clock, and the identical photos on the table. Who am I.

I just don't want to go there, for no reason.I looked Gloria in the eyes and said.

The photo asked me in a dry voice, it was yellow and curled up, as if it wanted a crutch to save its old leg.I can't answer, that figure from behind pinches my heart, but whenever I think about it, I can't move.

Regret, sympathy, I even started to recall the fantasies about my father when I was a child. Even though I still remember that my childhood life was not very happy, no one in decades of life will only leave painful memories for his family.

Better late than never.

Let me stay quietly for a while, I wonder if there is anything wrong with being alone for a while.I said.I didn't want to go there, the smell of wine filled the air, as if I had fallen into the wine cellar from the first step.Fortunately, too much alcohol can also make our old man less prone to maggots.

I lingered at the door for a long time, and finally turned around and left.The motorcycle has been completely cooled to ignited from the flameout to the restart, and Baltimore showed its charming figure on Christmas Eve.I sat on the last step, listening to Gloria's soaring voice from the house, and my father's answer.Then the footsteps came closer and closer to the door, but turned to the right at the last second, the kitchen, I knew where it was.

You hide in UMA's closet and spy on the hostess who is throwing her satchel on the sofa.

It's an ugly face.

Fish and seabirds choking on plastic for food are about you.

She's starting to lose confidence in herself, and it's about you.

He briefed the lawyer on the case, which is about you.

"Christmas, Christmas in name."

I said.Just like nominal food, water, and air, no one stipulates how you should eat, drink, and breathe to be correct.What he said, honor, dignity, fiery red hair—I grabbed the short hair on top of my head.I have my own ideas too, as does the one about Christmas.

Then I turned my real sight to the window. The towering derricks dotted the oil field scenery, colors, light, green and the breath of life, but these were all illusions given by my head, and the glass was frozen in front of my eyes.

In order to create it, first you have to create it for you.In order to tell a lie, you first have to convince yourself.

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