Burning fire

After school, the head teacher called Zhang Jueming to the office.

"Jueming, don't be sad, everyone will forget about it in a few days, and the teacher will help you change places." The teacher smiled and grabbed Zhang Jueming's hand, "Now you know it's not good to lie to others, right?"

Teacher: "Xiaoying cares about you so much, she cried when she came to call me, but you lied to her, of course she will be angry. Don't lie anymore, you know?"

"En." Zhang Jueming nodded dryly, without saying anything.

After a period of time, he seldom spoke in class.

The teacher is right, children have poor memory, and everyone will forget it after a few days.I forgot not only Zhang Jueming's deception, but also Zhang Jueming.

For half a semester, Zhang Jueming didn't make any friends.He went in and out of the class alone, and he was lying alone in the corner of the classroom during recess.

The teacher looked for him again and said that he would change him back and sit at the same table with Xiaoying.Zhang Jueming smiled and said, "No teacher, I like to sit by myself."

——Stay away, and he won't have to lie anymore.

The teacher thought about it left and right, and couldn't let go of his heart. The last call was made to Zhang Haolang.After Zhang Haolang heard about this, he took half a day off and went to school to pick up his son.

In this exam-taking era, a primary school student's schoolbag can hold a shot put, and it is rare to see a father like Zhang Haolang who is prone to problems.

That afternoon he was picked up by Zhang Jueming and asked him in the car: "Unhappy at school? Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhang Jueming pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

"Cassy, ​​talk." Zhang Haolang asked patiently.

"Father." Zhang Jueming said after a long time, "Would you believe me if I said I wasn't lying?"

"Of course." Zhang Haolang responded immediately, "How can my son lie to others?"

Zhang Jueming grinned happily.

"Then what's going on?" Zhang Haolang asked immediately.

The smile on Zhang Jueming's face disappeared.In fact, at this time, he still didn't understand Qiao Jun's defense.All he knows is that he promised his mother not to tell the "secret", not even his father.

"Then let's go eat KFC." Seeing Zhang Jueming's downcast face, Zhang Haolang stopped asking, and suddenly changed the subject.

"Father, you are so kind." Zhang Jueming said holding his mouth, and wanted to cry when he was wronged.

"It's not good for you, it's good for someone." Zhang Haolang stepped on the accelerator, and the car ran out, "I'm just a precious son like you."

This afternoon, Zhang Haolang took Zhang Jueming to eat and have fun, and when the sun set, he finally saw a smile on Zhang Jueming's face again.

Zhang Haolang felt relieved, took his good son home, bought all the vegetables and fruits, sat downstairs, and waited for Qiao Jun together.

"My father and I are here to pick up my mother and wait for her to come home." Zhang Haolang hugged Zhang Jueming and let Zhang Jueming sit on his lap.

"Okay." Zhang Jueming smiled.

As a father, when he sees his child happy, the stars and the moon want to pick it up. No wonder Qiao Jun always said that he can't support the wall, so he will spoil his son.

Zhang Haolang actually said: "If you are not happy in the school, let's change to another school. It's not bad. At most, it's farther away. Dad has a car and will drive you every day."

Listen, if Qiao Jun listens to this nonsense, she will definitely slap her.

Zhang Jueming is more sensible than his father, he put his arms around Zhang Haolang's neck: "Dad, no need, it's fine."

Zhang Haolang was hugged from ear to ear: "That's good. It's just a child throwing a temper tantrum, and it will be fine in a few days, right?"

"En." Zhang Jueming nodded.

"So nice."

Zhang Haolang raised his eyes and saw Qiao Jun coming from the opposite side, he put down Zhang Jueming: "Mom is back!"

Zhang Haolang smiled happily, trotted all the way to Qiao Jun, and waved to Qiao Jun.

Qiao Jun was also smiling at first, but she suddenly changed her expression and shouted: "Be careful!"

Zhang Haolang only had time to be taken aback for a moment, and then he heard the sound of a rumbling engine whizzing by his ears, and in an instant another gust of wind rushed over, his feet were off the ground, he was knocked down by force, the back of his head hit the ground, and his brain was buzzing.

The motorcycle that came out of the corner sped past, and disappeared from sight with a sharp turn.

"Father! —Mom! —" Zhang Jueming ran over from behind, shouting.

"How do you ride a bike!" Zhang Haolang yelled at the direction the motorcycle was flying away, without even scolding the shadow of the exhaust gas.

"Are you okay? Are you injured?"

With this call, Zhang Haolang realized that Qiao Jun had thrown herself on top of him.

"I'm fine." Zhang Haolang said angrily. When he looked down and saw blood on Qiao Jun's ankle, he became anxious and grabbed Qiao Jun's calf, "Show me!"

After looking carefully for a while, I saw blood. Where is the injury?

"What's this... Where are you hurt?" Zhang Haolang was startled—when the motorcycle came over just now, Qiao Jun was at least a few meters away from him, how did she rush over in that instant?

As the setting sun deepened, it turned into hot blood red, sprinkled on half of Qiao Jun's face.She opened her pale lips, and held Zhang Haolang's hand with a cold hand: "Haolang..."

Her hands were so cold that Zhang Haolang had goose bumps all over his body!

"You... Where are you hurt?" Zhang Haolang asked again.

Qiao Jun had nothing to say, but shook her head.

Zhang Jueming stood beside his parents. From this moment, his fingertips began to feel cold.

The blood of the mountain ghost gradually awakened. After nightfall, Zhang Jueming's hands were completely cold and never warmed up again.

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Later, the atmosphere at home became more and more gloomy, and Zhang Haolang gradually became uneasy.

He thought of many things, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

He and Qiao Jun have been together for nearly eight years, but he can't remember Qiao Jun being injured or sick. For an ordinary person, this is really abnormal.

Qiao Jun's hands and feet were always cold, no matter how much he covered her, she couldn't get warm.

When Qiao Jun gave birth to Zhang Jueming, it was clearly summer, with no wind or rain, but he was extremely cold that night.

He was waiting at the door of the delivery room in a suit jacket.The coldness made his hairs tremble, as if a cold ghost hand was crawling on his body...

Half of it is terrified, and half of it is scaring myself.

In addition, Qiao Jun never explained the motorcycle incident that day, and the blood on her ankle did not know where it came from...

Zhang Haolang was scared.He suddenly had a terrible idea——Qiao Jun, isn't she a human?

But don’t ghosts have no feet and are afraid of the sun?

Finally he couldn't help it, and asked Qiao Jun again: "What's going on? You and I have been husband and wife for so many years, and we have Cassia, what can't you tell me?"

Qiao Jun met Zhang Haolang's eyes and knew she couldn't hide it.

She picked up the fruit knife on the table and cut a knife in the palm of her hand.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Zhang Haolang quickly grabbed Qiao Jun's wrist, and he saw that the wound was healing by itself!

"Ah! Monster, monster!" Zhang Haolang screamed and threw Qiao Jun's hand.He jumped up from the sofa and ran out the door.

Qiao Jun looked down at the blood red in her palm and was stunned.

Zhang Jueming was standing behind the door. He opened the door a little, but he didn't dare to go out, and he didn't dare to call his mother.

He felt aggrieved by the word "deceit", but now, he heard the two most appropriate and appropriate words from his own father, without any grievances - "monster".

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Zhang Haolang left for half a month, but Qiao Jun didn't look for him.That weekend, he finally came home.

"You're back!" Opening the door, Qiao Jun's face was full of surprise.

Zhang Jueming was also very happy, he missed Zhang Haolang very much, ran over and opened his arms to his father.

But Zhang Haolang didn't hug him, just smiled tiredly at him, and entered the room.

In the next few days, Zhang Haolang lost weight very quickly.Can't eat, can't sleep.

He asked himself, he loves this family, Qiao Jun, and Zhang Jueming.But... dreaming back at midnight, as long as I think of my beautiful and gentle wife next to my pillow is a monster...

He can't take it.He was a cowardly mortal after all.

People are always afraid of the unknown, the unusual, aren't they?Maybe you can laugh it off when you hear the story, but when "she" gets along with you day and night, becomes your relative, becomes your lover, when you look into "her" eyes, when you look up and look down... ...

A hurdle is always difficult to pass.

Xu Xian was scared to death by Bai Suzhen, not because he didn't love her, but because he should have been scared to death.

One day, two days, days like years... Every second is torture.

Zhang Haolang knew that he was crazy.The moment he poured a pot of dog's blood on Qiao Jun, he knew he was crazy.His spirit was broken.

Dog blood, to ward off evil spirits.

With the stench all over her body, Qiao Jun stretched out her hand to touch her face, her palm was blood red.

She couldn't speak.

Zhang Haolang stared at Qiao Jun's bloody face at night, blood dripped from her chin and onto the bedding.

Zhang Haolang grabbed his hair tightly with his hands, opened the door and ran out.He couldn't run, he stumbled and bumped into Zhang Jueming.

"Jueming..." Zhang Haolang stared blankly at Zhang Jueming.

Zhang Jueming's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to him, beautiful and delicate.

"Father..." Zhang Jueming stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Haolang.

The child's cold hands, without warmth, were soft, like a dead cold loach.

Zhang Haolang was so frightened that his heart was torn apart, he looked at those eyes that resembled his own, and felt that he had also become a "monster", and the little Zhang Jueming in front of him was the proof.

"Ah!—" Zhang Haolang jumped up, grabbed Zhang Jueming by the neck, and pushed him against the wall!

"Dad...Dad..." Zhang Jueming stared at Zhang Haolang in shock. He never thought that this man who regarded him as a treasure would one day grin his teeth and want to strangle him to death. he!

Snot and tears flowed into his mouth, Zhang Haolang pinched Zhang Jueming, and heard the child moaning in pain...

His fingers were weak, Zhang Haolang let go of his hands, knelt on the ground, and vomited while pressing his chest.

The foul-smelling vomit was sprayed on Zhang Jueming's slippers and feet.

Zhang Jueming was still out of breath.His face was pale, his airway seemed to be stuck, and he was still holding it there.

"Cassia, Cassia!" Qiao Jun came over.She hugged Zhang Jueming and patted Zhang Jueming on the back.

Zhang Jueming opened his lips a little, and a gust of weak air poured in, like a thin and sharp blade, piercing his whole lung in half.

Zhang Jueming took a deep breath and coughed violently.He coughed so bloody and so weak that his eyes went black, and he collapsed into Qiao Jun's arms.

Qiao Jun hugged Zhang Jueming and burst into tears: "Zhang Haolang, this is your son!"

Qiao Jun: "Even if I'm not human, we've been together for so many years, we have a family and a child, and you're so afraid of me? Have I ever hurt you?"

Zhang Haolang on one side was lying on the ground, but he stopped crying.As if the tears were running dry, he hit his head on the ground with a "bang" and his head was bleeding: "I just can't take it, I can't take it... Why are our ordinary days gone? I ...my head hurts, I'm going crazy...'

"Let's go, let's go." Zhang Haolang huddled against the wall, dirty vomit rolled on his body, "Go, go..."

He kept repeating.

Qiao Jun wiped away the tears and blood on her face.She finally picked up Zhang Jueming, turned around and left.

The door of the house is closed, the "home" is closed.

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Goodbye Zhang Haolang, one month later.

This gentle and cowardly man really went crazy, and he entered a mental hospital.

Zhang Jueming felt that this person was not "father".He was thin and sickly, with sunken cheeks and dull eyes.He is very strange.

Zhang Haolang's head was shaved bald, and gauze was still attached, but he would still bang his head against the wall, muttering: "She is human, she is not human..."

"Waiting to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change." (Note)

In the ups and downs of the world, most people in the world love to ask: The beginning is good, the wish is so beautiful, why the ending is often fragmented?

——I only know that life is impermanent and human nature is cold.

If life is just meeting for the first time, if you don't understand or get along with each other, you will only be shocked.If all the secrets and embarrassments can be buried in hell, if they will not be turned up, if they will not be dug out, if they will slowly weather and rot with age, and never come out...

How much sorrow and suffering should be subtracted from this mighty world.

The author says:

"Waiting to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change." ——Nalan Xingde's "Magnolia Flower Order: Imitating Ancient Jue Ci"