chilling

Human beings are less cautious and more chaotic, and when they are overwhelmed, they often behave strangely.Yu Qiuliang sat on the stairs, staring at Yu Xiasheng, unconsciously snapped off the cap of the pen with his fingers, and he broke the short stick on the cap abruptly.A crisp sound brought Yu Qiuliang back to his senses, and he casually threw the piece of trash down the stairs.The light was dim, and no one noticed his little movements. Even if he noticed, he would never do it if he wanted him to retrieve that little thing.

Sudden subtle emotions entangled his heart, and his dead heart twitched suddenly, but it was not a good phenomenon.Constrained by external objects, the torso and heart are like marionettes, and even the soul is controlled by people. This is a special kind of disaster.With gloomy emotions, he cannibalize people without spitting out their bones, and kills without blood. Driven by his emotions, he will devour himself, leaving no chance of survival.People may be able to adapt to the external environment, but it is difficult for people to control their emotions.Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, resentment, anger, and ignorance all come from the heart.If the heart is not quiet, the emotion is not quiet, the body is not quiet, and everything is not quiet.Yu Qiuliang became anxious, he hated the feeling that the situation was out of control.He clenched the incomplete pen cap tightly, and the sharp fractured surface hurt his palm.

Not long after he was excited, he suddenly became depressed again.After the excessive excitement, what followed was a deathly calm.Madness is terrible, and silence is also terrible. People who are too crazy and people who are too calm are not normal, but people who are crazy one moment and calm the next are the most abnormal.Yu Qiuliang was the most abnormal one, but he thought he was just thinking about it.How can there be so many satisfactory things? In this life, it is impossible for a person to live smoothly, and he has to experience some twists and turns.What goes smoothly is called a fairy tale, not life.

Chu Xiaohan took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped He Jieya's face.He Jieya was stunned, no longer talking, and no longer crying.However, her eyes were firmer than ever before, and she understood that she had no chance of surviving, no room for turning around, and she was about to leave this place to accept a new beginning.

At first, she wanted to figure out why so many people were willing to bully her, but she gradually understood that there was no need for reason to hate and bully her.The human heart is very strange, and human emotions are very complicated. This kind of strange creature often hurts its companions, and even passers-by who meet by chance.If you want not to hurt others and not be hurt by others in your life, you have to live in isolation, but if you do this, you will inevitably hurt yourself.It is unrealistic to think that you will never have contact with your own kind for the rest of your life, and it is also not good for your own development.

If you really want to live a more relaxed life, you still have to stay away from the crowd.There's no need to go too far, just a little bit out of the center of the vortex.On the premise of being able to protect oneself and not be regarded as a weird freak, and stay away from the core of the group, no one will probably talk too much.Yu Qiuliang didn't like crowds either, but he was luckier than He Jieya. No one thought he was strange, but they envied his quietness.

Where is he quiet? Under the disguised peaceful appearance, there is a restless heart hidden.He clearly knows where other people's respect for him comes from. If he is like He Jieya, with ordinary appearance, unremarkable grades, and no shining point in his body, can he still get other people's respect?

When he first entered school, he was indeed isolated for a while, but that time was too short and he didn't take it seriously.Looking at He Jieya at this moment, the memory that has been dormant for a long time is unwilling to be lonely, struggling to break through the ground, and the panic of being late grows into a big tree.The tree soon withered again, receding into the earth.Yu Qiuliang was very glad that he was soft and not hard. The worse others treated him, the harder his bones would be. Children with harder bones would not be bullied by their peers.

He Jieya is too soft.Both children and adults know that persimmons should be picked softly.

The small figure disappeared into the white porcelain bottle, Du Xiaoyuan put the two bottles in his bag, walked out without even saying hello.Yu Qiuliang leaned on the railing, tilted his head to see the rest of the people busy, he found that these people and ghosts are very busy, maybe this is work, this is life.

As soon as Lu Huaiming put away the black umbrella, he disappeared in an instant, and Yu Qiuliang guessed that he was visiting his daughter.The child connected by blood is the last treasure he left in the world, and also the best proof of his existence.His blood flows in his daughter's body, and this bloodline will be continued and passed on by her.

Yu Qiuliang thought in a daze: In the past, people attached great importance to the succession of the family. Until now, quite a few people stick to the old way, and they refuse to change.Lu Huaiming definitely hoped that his children would get married and have children to pass on the blood, so what about others?The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He just felt that he was going to disappoint his parents again.

But that was his life, his way.No one should give up their own happiness just to accommodate their parents.

The Chinese take filial piety very seriously, and the wishes of the parents are a heavy burden on the backs of the children.Yu Qiuliang recalled that when he rejected other people's invitations in the past, the most common excuse he used was "my parents won't let me".He thought of this and suddenly laughed out loud.

This concept is deeply ingrained and cannot be eradicated for a while.He wants to change now and wants to do his own way, but he can't do it anymore.He does something he likes, but he has to hide it from his parents. After a long time, it is no wonder that he becomes anxious and sick.

He regretted it, he felt that living was a mistake.He longed to find a pond to sink into, and happily sleep at the bottom for a while, away from the ground and away from people.People are really fucking annoying, and they just make themselves feel guilty when they have nothing to do all day long.Neuropathy.

As soon as he went crazy, he felt that the various rules of human society were simply unreasonable and extremely weird.The kindness of the father and the filial piety of the son, the kindness of nurturing, are all nonsense.Even the laws enacted by human beings are full of loopholes and cannot always keep up with the times.

The law, the thing... the thing, it often comes too late.

It always comes late, because it is not needed to function when no one is doing evil.It is ironic that most of the time justice is late, even if it is not absent.

The law is cold and lifeless, it has no eyes, it cannot see.It has to wait until something happens, it has to wait until it cannot be concealed before it can rush here and play its role.Who's in charge of the alcoholic father?Who will educate the mischievous children?Who will relieve the mental pressure?You can't stop people from talking because words hurt, right?You can't just be sentenced to death for bullying people, right?However, when it was time to punish them, everything was irreversible, and time could not be turned back. Even if all the scars from the past scabbed over, they would still leave scars.

Perpetrators, are you willing to rehabilitate?Are you willing to sincerely repent and learn how to make amends?

Very few.

And even if they are willing to correct, they may not be able to get forgiveness from the victim.

If an apology is very useful, there are not so many unresolvable grudges.

No, why do you want to think about this all of a sudden?The trouble is dead, it doesn't make sense yet.Yu Qiuliang felt restless and confused, and he started to spoil the pen again.

"Let's go." Yu Xiasheng called him from the door.

"Oh." Yu Qiuliang responded blankly.He suddenly thought of those things in the past, and thought of his former parents.He finally found out that as long as his father doesn't appear in front of his eyes and doesn't talk to him, everything will be fine for him, but once his father appears and says a word, he will be in a daze for the next few days.This is fucked.

Even if you calm your mind, you can't stand the instability of the external environment.Maintaining emotional stability is never something that can be achieved only by one's own efforts.

When it really came to the end of the year, the sun became stronger again, not as strong as December.Yu Qiuliang lay on the desk, dizzy from the light outside the window, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his upper body to reach the curtains.Curtains are also a great invention, although this "invention" does not seem to require much brains.Yu Qiuliang closed the curtains, and it fell back on the desk like a puddle of mud. The curtains shook slightly, and the cool wind from the gaps pushed the cloth up into a small bulge from time to time.He narrowed his eyes contentedly, he thought it would be nice to be a lump of mud that couldn't support the wall, and he was trying to dawdle with peace of mind.

However, from an objective point of view, he can't just idle around and be a prodigal like others.Since he was a child, he has been embarrassed to ask his parents for money, unless he has to pay tuition fees. However, in recent years, he has paid for tuition and books by himself.

Song Ciran knocked on his table, and Yu Qiuliang lazily turned his head to look at it, but seeing Song Ciran staring intently at the textbook, he just stretched out his left hand, grabbed a small note and handed it to him.

"Whose?" Yu Qiuliang asked.

"Sports student." Song Ciran let go, and the note floated down in front of Qiuliang.Yu Qiuliang reached out to touch it, and picked it up. A crooked line of words jumped into his eyes, and it turned into a pink banknote in the blink of an eye.Yu Qiuliang doesn't like pink items very much, except banknotes.He was overjoyed, and happily put the note in his pocket. Perhaps his joy was overflowing, which caught Song Ciran's attention. Song Ciran turned his head slightly, and asked softly, "Are you really going?"

"Go, why don't I go when I'm so poor." Yu Qiuliang yawned, "It's not illegal."

"It's not a crime?" Song Ciran approached and asked, "Are you sure brother?"

It's not really a crime, but breaking the law... probably counts.

Song Ciran was uneasy, as if he foresaw Yu Qiuliang's life behind bars in the second half of his life.He sighed and said, "I will visit the prison in the future, and I will bring you a flower every time I visit the prison, okay?"

Yu Qiuliang frowned: "What are you doing? Curse me again!"

"I didn't curse you, look at my sincere eyes." Song Ciran rubbed his eyes, and smiled at Yu Qiuliang, "Do you want me to go with you?"

Yu Qiuliang was taken aback.He stared at Song Ciran for a while, and suddenly smiled.The two looked at each other and smiled, reaching a consensus again.

"Are you here?" Yu Qiuliang hugged a large bucket of water, feeling his belly was freezing cold.He looked up at Song Ciran who was leaning on the wall to let the wind blow. The sun shone down, making him want to close his eyes.He doesn't like strong light very much, especially he doesn't like to go out when the light is strong, but he has to go out today because there is a pie in the sky, and he has to pick up the pie.

Pour a bucket of water, sprinkle a basket of soil, and you can exchange 500 yuan. Isn't this pie in the sky?

Those two of his classmates were also really rich. They threw 500 yuan out as soon as they said it, without even frowning.Yu Qiuliang let out a sigh of relief.He and Song Ciran wanted to split the 500 yuan in half, which happened to be two hundred and fifty.

Song Ciran, who hadn't responded for a long time, suddenly became excited, and shouted in a low voice: "Here we come! Get ready, you go first, I will pour the soil after you pour the water, and we will run together after I pour the soil."

Since entering the third year of high school, the two of them have rarely done such bad things.The last time they did this was the summer vacation when they were sophomores and seniors.Originally, Yu Qiuliang planned to "wash his hands in the golden basin" and no longer participate in the personal grievances of those gangsters, but now he is really poor and destitute, so he has to go back to his old business and once again act on behalf of the sky, use violence to control violence, punish evil and get money.

The loud chatting and laughing of several people reached the ears of Yu Qiuliang and Song Ciran, and a smirk appeared on Yu Qiuliang's face.He quickly put on his mask and hat, appeared on the wall, accurately found the little gangster leader, and poured a whole bucket of cold water on his head.The talking and laughing stopped abruptly, as if the brakes had been slammed, not long after Yu Qiuliang finished pouring cold water, Song Ciran also leaned out and spilled all the soil in the bamboo basket.The water and soil mixed together and quickly turned into mud, staining those people with mud marks all over their bodies.

No one has time to appreciate their masterpieces, and of course they have to run away after doing bad things.

The classmate kept his word and paid them five hundred yuan. Yu Qiuliang and Song Ciran chatted about half of the evening self-study, and happily divided the five hundred yuan into two parts of two hundred and fifty yuan.The two two hundred and fifty took their two hundred and five and went home happily.

Yu Xiasheng was lying on the sofa with a French fries in his mouth. When Yu Qiuliang entered the door, he cast a glance at him and suddenly saw the French fries as cigarettes.Is there still smoke in this color?Yu Qiuliang thought foolishly.

Yu Qiuliang didn't change his shoes, and ran into the bedroom in a hurry, he wanted to look through his accounting book and calculate his expenditure for this month.However, before he could open his notebook or even stand on his heels, Yu Xiasheng chased him from the living room, carried him onto the bed, and took off his shoes.

"Fuck!" Yu Qiuliang was startled, "What are you doing!"

"Where did you go?" Yu Xia was so angry that his face was livid. He held up a pair of Yu Qiuliang's shoes and looked down at the black stains on the floor.He just mopped the ground, and the child made it look like this again.The soles of Yu Qiuliang's shoes are so dirty, it must not have been soiled at school, it must have gone to other places for fun.Who knows where he is going every day!

As soon as Yu Qiuliang turned on the phone screen, Yu Xiasheng put him on the bed. With a swipe of his hand, he clicked on the transfer record with his classmates.Yu Xiasheng snatched his mobile phone away, staring at those records, his expression became more and more ugly.Yu Qiuliang was too remorseful, afraid of being beaten, tried to shrink back, and shrank himself to the closet, but Yu Xiasheng stretched out his hand to grab him, and dragged him back to the middle of the bed.

"Tell me, where did you go?" Yu Xiasheng asked again, so aggressive that Yu Qiuliang trembled three times in awe, almost wanting to tell the whole story about those deals.However, Yu Qiuliang made up his mind, and began to be stubborn again: "I'll go plant flowers!"

"Growing flowers? Are you planting flowers at night?" Yu Xiasheng pointed to the time displayed on the phone, "Look, what time is it?"

"09:30 is just the right time to plant flowers, not to dry them in the sun." Yu Qiuliang said, "Didn't you read the book? Planting flowers at night is the best time."

Evening is not the best time, evening is, and what kind of evening is 09:30 here?Yu Xiasheng grabbed his face and twisted it hard, but Yu Qiuliang's sophistry behind him didn't come out, and turned into a cry of pain in an instant.

"Domestic violence is against the law! Domestic violence is against the law!" Yu Qiuliang yelled, picked up a soft pillow and threw it at Yu Xiasheng.Yu Xiasheng restrained him with one hand, flashed the shoe in front of him with the other hand, and gave the order coldly: "Go mop the floor and clean the shoes!"

A man can bend and stretch.Yu Qiuliang jumped off the bed, ran barefoot to the bathroom, threw away the dirty shoes, and ran back with the mop on his shoulders.He carried the mop like Zhu Bajie carrying a rake, but it was rare to see such a handsome Zhu Bajie.He waved the mop like a brush, turning mopping the floor into a performance.

"Put on your shoes." Yu Xiasheng said again after mopping the floor halfway.

Reluctantly, Yu Qiuliang put down the mop, and jumped outside to look for slippers.He was wearing socks, and the ground wasn't cold, so there was really no need to wear slippers. It was unnecessary for Yu Xiasheng to ask him to wear slippers.

Fortune and misfortune always depend on each other.Excessive joy will soon give birth to disaster.While Yu Qiuliang was wearing slippers outside, his classmate suddenly sent another message asking him to go and punish the criminals for taking money.When Yu Xiasheng saw this news, his face changed slightly, but he returned to normal in an instant.

After Yu Qiuliang dragged the floor, he straightened up and wiped his sweat, but saw Yu Xiasheng sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at himself thoughtfully.

Seeing that he finished his work, Yu Xiasheng smiled: "Come here, let's talk."

"What are you talking about? Oh, what is there to talk about?" Yu Qiuliang felt guilty, his eyes dodged, "You are full, every day..."

"Your education is really a headache for me." Yu Xiasheng said seriously, "What are you messing with about the punks?"

The mobile phone was lying on the bed, emitting a faint light, like a dying fish, and its eyes gradually lost their brightness.When Yu Qiuliang saw the phone, he suddenly woke up, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.The lie about planting flowers was debunked by Yu Xiasheng, and the retribution came so quickly. He never thought that the one who caught him was not a gang of gangsters or the police, but Yu Xiasheng, who was not in his consideration from the beginning.

This is really... too unexpected, too regrettable.

"Come here." Yu Xiasheng urged.

"..." The little monkey in Yu Qiuliang's heart was already scratching his head in anxiety, but he couldn't think of any effective countermeasures.He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up, ready to admit his mistake sincerely, and then find some reasons to reduce his sentence.Maybe Yu Xiasheng sees that he has a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, so he won't punish him.