chilling

When the young girl came home from get off work, she suddenly found a wet little thing in the grass by the side of the road.It curled up in a small corner, its eyes were very beautiful, round and cute, the fly in the ointment was that it was drenched, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

It rained early in the morning, and the poor little thing had nowhere to hide, so he had to squat in the grass and call the trees beside the road to shelter him from the wind and rain.The rain poured down from among the leaves, like a spoiled child in the sky knocking over a water bottle, and the girl's fingers touched the wet fur on the little thing's body, it was heartbreakingly cold.

Fortunately, the rain fell in May, not around Ching Ming Festival. Otherwise, with its thin body, this little thing probably wouldn't be able to withstand the cold.The girl looked up at the sky, the sun had no tendency to rise, instead of coming out, it was going to set.Just as he was hesitating, the little thing suddenly stuck out his pink and tender tongue, and licked the girl's fingertips as if to flatter her.

Her home is usually deserted, and it just so happens that such a lively and clever little thing is needed to enliven the atmosphere, the girl pursed her lips, suddenly moved.She stretched out her hand to hold the little thing in her arms, and took it to a slightly dilapidated old-fashioned low building not far away. The contrast between her youth and the oldness of the neighborhood formed a sharp contrast, which made the scene have a weird feeling. Unreal.

But she was really alive, and this old-fashioned neighborhood was really her home.She has lived here for more than [-] years and has never moved away. Maybe she still lives here until she is old.She reached out to stroke the fur of the little thing in her arms, and it purred comfortably.

This neighborhood is very old, very old, and the trash can in front of the door has not been cleaned all year round. When it rains, sewage will overflow and flow all over the floor.The girl carefully chose a high place to walk, avoiding the sewage flowing across the ground, and avoiding small garbage stuck in the gaps.Sometimes she wonders why she still loves cleanliness so much. Since she lives in such a place, the standards of hygiene in her heart should be lowered.

There are no lights in the corridor, whether it is a voice-activated light or an old-fashioned pull-wire light, but it is not too late, and you can still walk normally when you go upstairs without turning on the flashlight.Holding the little white thing in her arms, the girl walked up cautiously. Where she walked, there were dots of light in the basement, which were the eyes of the mice.

The mice here are very peaceful, they only live in the basement where the sundries are piled up, and they only go to the garbage dump to look for food in the dead of night.They have never dared to run to the place where people live upstairs, maybe they are naturally timid and cowardly, and they dare not conflict with huge creatures.

Avoidance is the survival philosophy of mice, and those who are very similar to mice, their way of survival is also avoidance.

She walked up the stairs, her family lived on the fifth floor, and at the corner of the third floor, she saw the iconic door.The aesthetics of the residents on the third floor was abnormally distorted. Ever since she could remember, the family had used a very brightly colored iron door, which had never been replaced for nearly 20 years.Now the door was very bright in the night, as if it was waiting for her specially. She lowered her head slightly and saw a gray woolen glove in front of the door.

The gloves were of an old style, the kind used by the older generation many years ago. She stared at them for a while, then suddenly remembered that she had seen such things before.Fragments of memories flew like snowflakes, bringing her back to that cold winter many years ago. It was clearly a fine weather in May, but she shivered suddenly.

In this life, she didn't live the best life, but it was definitely not bad, and the reason why she was able to go smoothly in the future was all because of the past...

...Because the person who used to wear this style of gloves died, he left her, and the murderers tried their best to give her a better life in order to compensate her.Later, part of her happiness was based on that person's death. She could not deny it, nor could she resist the temptation brought by good conditions.

Everyone wants a better life, and so does she.

That's what she deserves.

The pain flashed in her eyes, and it was fleeting. She stood up holding the kitten and continued to walk upstairs.Away from that lonely, dirty, old, old glove, away from the iron door that has not been replaced for many years, away from everything in the past, she walked forward and upward.

Finally, a brand new door appeared in front of her eyes, which was her changed home.

All the old furniture in the house that could be thrown away was thrown away that year, and the ones that could not be thrown away were later taken to the second-hand market by a car.They hurriedly cleaned out the old things and hid the black and white portraits. The clean white flowers never appeared again. They were taboo against white flowers, and even more taboo to put white flowers on the low cabinet or the dining table.

Look how beautiful the inside of the house is. Who would have known that there are stinky gutters and rubbish dumps that have not been cleaned outside the house?

Although this place is beautiful inside and dilapidated outside, she still wants to use those eight words to describe it——"Gold and jade are outside, and rot is inside."

The gold and jade are outside, and the cats are ruined.The house is like this, and people are even more like this.

The room was very warm, she turned on the light, and sat by the bed to dry the fur of the kitten.The weak, poor little thing was shivering from the cold, how long had it been waiting in the grass?A strange feeling suddenly climbed into her heart, and the strength of her hand couldn't help but increased a little. The kitten lowered its head, but it didn't bark, it was too quiet.

Is it fear, or something else?

She stood up in panic and turned on the light in the bedroom. Her mother was working overtime tonight, and she was the only one at home, yet she felt scared at this moment.What is she afraid of?She couldn't tell, it was just a vague, hazy intuition telling her that danger was approaching.

"Ding-dong-"

It seemed that the doorbell rang, or that the wind chimes on the balcony outside were gently shaken by the evening wind.The road downstairs is still noisy. From the beginning of spring to the present, the world has been noisy. It seems that if you don’t make a noise, you will be sorry for this mild and mild spring.She opened the window, looked downstairs, and looked back at the door in a daze. At this moment, the ding dong sound rang again, and she was relieved to find that the sound was her mobile phone.

Click on the interface, and a sand sculpture panda head jumps happily, sending messages one after another.She took a closer look and found that the man with the panda head on his head was her younger brother, and couldn't help laughing.

It's almost the college entrance examination, why are you still playing with your phone all day long?She clicked on the input box, and just typed out a series of words to teach her younger brother, and suddenly felt that this was not good, so she changed it to the usual greetings, which were plain and unremarkable.However, the younger brother obviously didn't feel that what she said was meaningless, and seeing her reply, he immediately sent a bunch of words, basically every sentence was accompanied by an emoji.

This habit is her brother's right.She suddenly smiled, and the discomfort just now was swept away instantly, the little thing that followed her home jumped onto the window sill lightly and neatly, squatting by her hand to look at the screen of her mobile phone.Can kittens understand human writing?She doesn't feel okay, but who knows?

The window sill in her bedroom is close to the bed, it is a bit cold in winter, but when it is hot, it is cool.At this moment, she was sitting on the bed with her arms against the window sill, and the cool air penetrated her skin and penetrated into her bone marrow.She rubbed her arms and shrank back under the quilt. The kitten followed closely and brushed her chin with the tip of its tail.

Suddenly felt that something was not right, this kitten was too clean, it really didn't look like a wandering creature.She stretched out her hand to wrap the kitten's head, and smoothed the fur from head to tail. The hand felt smooth and delicate, which was indeed not what stray cats would feel.The kitten smelled like pet shampoo, which seemed to be similar to what her brother's cat usually used.

It turned out to be a cat with an owner.

"Your father didn't teach you, is there a word called Lubushiyi?" Yu Qiuliang corrected Song Ciran's Chinese quiz, looking at the crooked font on the paper and worried.The college entrance examination is about to come, but Song Ciran's handwriting has not improved, it is still ugly, and he has not memorized most of the idioms.

"You have to take the exam, big brother, can you be more careful?" Looking at the red crosses and blanks all over the article, Yu Qiuliang worried from the bottom of his heart, but Song Ciran, who created a large blank, remained indifferent to it, no matter what Whatever Yu Qiuliang said, he always had a calm face, just like Tao Yuanming picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and he only had fun in the mountains and rivers all his life.

But Tao Yuanming's literary talents were not at all in Song Ci. Just looking at his bad handwriting, Yu Qiuliang wanted to kick him out of the ranks of liberal arts students.It's not that Yu Qiuliang discriminates against people with bad handwriting. The handwriting is so ugly that it's hard to read.Countless times, when he saw Song Ciran holding a piece of black and messy paper for him to correct, he wanted to snatch the note, crumpled it up, stuffed it into the mouth of his deskmate, and forced him to memorize the required paper for the college entrance examination. Recite ancient poems.

Until now, Yu Qiuliang actually remembered what Song Ciran had said to him on his birthday last year.At that time, he ridiculed Song Ci for not being able to memorize ancient poems, and he was not as good as his name, but the other party fought back brazenly, asking whether he was as good as his name.What happened later happened to be able to answer Song Ciran's question. Yu Qiuliang really lived up to his name, and he was very cool in autumn.

The world is impermanent, cherish the people in front of you. ——Every time the tablemate acted like a monster, Yu Qiuliang wanted to press his head and say this next to his ear.However, if you really want to say this, it seems hypocritical. If you die, you will die. There is nothing to regret. Besides, there is actually not much difference between his death and his life.

"Hey, last time you told me that your sister is getting married, is it true?" Song Ciran didn't repent, Yu Qiuliang asked him to recite ancient poems, but instead of memorizing, he started to inquire about other people's affairs.Gossip means a lot to him, and Yu Qiuliang thinks it might be one of the things that supported him through his boring high school life.

Gossip in the world is like a book that can never be finished. People who love to listen to gossip are actually similar to people who love to read, but they just like "listening to stories" rather than "understanding stories". lower than the latter.Yu Qiuliang thinks that Song Ciran is not a low-level person, he is just usually stupid, and occasionally does low-level things like a mentally retarded person.

"When did I say my sister was getting married?" Yu Qiuliang thought for a while and found that he had no memory of it.He didn't say this when he was unconscious, but Song Ciran confused his sister with someone else's sister.He glanced at Song Ciran, and the latter looked back with a frank face, his expression was serious, as if he was serious about it.Yu Qiuliang was stunned for a moment, and even began to wonder if he really said that his sister was going to get married, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't make any sense out of it.

After thinking about it, he suddenly saw Song Ciran smiling.Yu Qiuliang suddenly came to his senses, picked up the dictionary on the table, and made a gesture to hit his deskmate on the head.The brave little thief dared to lie to him. Sure enough, the men's mouths were like deceitful ghosts. You couldn't believe a single word that came out of their mouths.

Yu Qiuliang forgot his gender again, he always ignored the objective reality.However, even if he noticed the objective conditions, he could still say that sentence with dignity: There is nothing good about a man.

After all, he doesn't think he is a good person, how can a good person open and shut up all nonsense?

Seeing Song Ciran secretly laughing, Yu Qiuliang rolled his eyes and thought about it.Song Ciran did a good job of deceiving him, so he would use his tricks to deceive Song Ciran instead.He cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Yes, about mid-June, right? By then we will finish the college entrance examination, and you will still have time to come to my house for dinner."

???

Song Ciran was so shocked that he shook his arm and knocked down the water bottle on the edge of the table.He frantically helped the water bottle up, touched the tip of his nose guiltily, and said dryly, "Then... a good marriage for a hundred years, and a precious son?"

Just as Yu Qiuliang was about to laugh at him, his phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated, and when he looked down, he saw a message from his sister telling him that a wedding banquet would be held in the middle of next month.

Yu Qiuliang: "..."

Is this a crooked hit?

He stared at the message for a long time, not knowing what to say.It should be a happy event for my sister to get married, but he just can't be happy.He was thinking, after the joy, is it followed by luck or misfortune?

When I think about it this way, I don't have any expectations for the future.What is the use of waiting, if after a long wait you see instead of hope but despair?It's better to spend it in despair from the beginning, that way, the psychological gap is still relatively small.

Suddenly he began to suspect that Chi Yu had participated in the design process of that experiment, and now standing in the future, looking back at the past, he found that those bits and pieces were similar to his life.Distrust of family members, contempt for love and marriage, conflicts with peers, estrangement with parents... In all aspects, it is the experience of those ghosts, and it is also his.Could it be that Chi Yu installed a remote monitor on him to observe his every move all the time, so he was able to design an excellent drama tailored for him?Yu Qiuliang licked his lips, feeling that his thoughts were ridiculous.Perhaps those similarities cannot be counted as similarities. If you look outside your own small circle, you will find that they are actually very common, and similar incidents often occur in the lives of the public.

"No, you have to do well in the exam first, and you will not be in the mood to come to my house after the college entrance examination." Yu Qiuliang suddenly grabbed Song Ciran by the sleeve, dragged him to force him to copy the book, "you can play after you write the Chinese homework Cell phone! Look, the head teacher is here... I'll give you the cell phone after you finish your homework, and you write first!"

He was lying, the head teacher didn't come, but just like the jokes on the Internet said, no matter how many times this lie is repeated, there will always be people who believe it.When Song Ciran heard him say that the head teacher was coming, he turned his head quickly, and at the same time put the mobile phone into the desk. As a result, this move fell into Qiu Liang's arms. While he was turning his head, Yu Qiuliang snatched his mobile phone and put it away out of his reach.

"Chinese homework only asks to copy idioms, what is there to copy?" Song Ciran was unwilling to do Chinese homework, and reached out to Qiuliang for a mobile phone, "You are not my father, you still care about me so much!"

Now is not the time for him to cry and want to recognize Yu Qiuliang as his father, he is fickle.If he wanted to copy homework, he would call Yu Qiuliang's father, but now that he stopped copying homework, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.But Yu Qiuliang didn't want to be his father at first, and the reason why he was forced to do Chinese homework was not to meddle in his own business, but because the Chinese teacher engaged in "sitting together".

"Don't write? You will be fined to copy a hundred copies later, and you will be comfortable." Yu Qiuliang pushed his head back without any explanation, "Write it for me!"

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, Song Ciran finally compromised: "Where can I copy today's homework?"

"The road doesn't pick up things..." Yu Qiuliang said, "...From 'road doesn't pick up' to 'collusion', the pronunciation is added with interpretation."

"I told you that you don't need to clean it up so much. It's not right if you clean it up." The girl pointed to the lost and found notice on the telephone pole, then turned to the people behind her and said, "I advise you to stop using your brains, you might as well just go straight to the house and leave it alone." It’s easy to catch people.”

"Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a while, isn't it a disadvantage if I don't use it?" Chi Yu leaned over and looked at the small advertisement carefully. The cat's headshot was printed on the colored paper, but the cat itself was white. It doesn't matter if it's black or white.This photo was taken from an excellent angle, at least much better than what Chi Yu himself took.The girl obviously noticed this too, she chuckled, and added a knife to Chi Yu: "You are really a straight guy taking pictures."

"..."

Straight men are like bricks, where they need to be moved.Chi Yu really wanted to refute, but couldn't think of how to refute.Is he straight?The answer is yes, if someone says he is not a straight man, he can wring the other person's head off alive and throw it into the frying pan.But the word "straight man" is a derogatory term in some contexts, and if he would rather bend than bend, he seems a little wronged.

So Chi Yu said implicitly: "Please don't use an example to represent the broad masses of the people, okay?"

"I don't think you are an exception. Your photography skills make you stand out from everyone, you know?" The girl stood on tiptoe and pulled the recruitment notice off the bulletin board. Into shreds.She patted the scraps of paper off her clothes, and asked, "Then, should the cat continue to be kept at her house, or should I bring it back now?"

Chi Yu whistled carelessly, but did not answer.

After a while, the girl nodded, turned and walked into the dark and unlit alley.