get drunk

The corridor is dark, and the two sides of the stairs are dark. It is the dust that has not been cleaned for a long time, mixed with sweat and moisture, and the black and yellow deposits accumulated over time. Due to the long-term lack of sunlight and heavy moisture, the discolored mold and light Just by looking at it with the naked eye, you can tell how sticky it is.

Song Qi tried to avoid both sides of the stairs, walked on the narrow corridor, searched for the door of the house in his memory, and walked upstairs. As the floors got higher and higher, every step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. When he finally arrived there When the rusty door was closed, the original complex emotions were swept away, replaced by shock and strong anxiety——

I saw a faded seal on the dilapidated door.

Weathered by the wind and the sun, the writing on the seal could no longer be seen clearly, and the edges had dried up and burst.

Nothing lasts forever, even if it is a dead thing, the traces of its existence will gradually fade over time. The so-called eternity is just a fantasy of some people who refuse to accept their fate.

There is a lot of dust on the ground in front of the door, indicating that the owner may not be at home for a long time.

He stood there blankly, his hands seemed bound by heavy iron chains, unable to lift them up.

He didn't have the courage to push the door open.

Regardless of whether it is an old district or a new district, most of the houses are units, and each floor is divided into several units, and almost everyone lives there.The same is true for their floor, which has three units.The door of the neighbor's house was closed tightly, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something and rushed to knock on the door, he remembered that the woman in the neighbor's house was a housewife, who worked part-time in the house to make some plastics to earn a few dollars , She doesn't usually go out, she should know what happened.

It took a long time to knock on the door before it opened, and it was indeed the woman who opened the door. As soon as she opened the door, she yelled at him, "What are you knocking for? You didn't knock as hard as you! What are you doing in broad daylight? Believe it or not!" Take a broom and beat you out!"

Song Qi ignored her bad attitude. He pointed at the door of his house in a panic, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter with the seal? Where are they?"

The woman looked in the direction he was pointing, and her complexion became even worse: "Dead!"

Song Xi's heart trembled suddenly, and something was wrong with him.

It shouldn't be like this, he doesn't want to be like this.

"Dead?" His face was pale, and he stared at her: "You fucking say it again!" How could that woman be dead? How could a woman who would rather sacrifice her child to live on her own be dead?Even if she died, where is his sister?

Clouds of fog made him feel a little shaky.

How could this be, what happened here during the years he deliberately ignored?

The woman glared at him angrily, and cursed sullenly: "Death is death, what are you doing to me? Can I still dig them out of the ground and let them tell you that they are dead? Damn, Crazy!" With a bang, the iron door slammed down mercilessly, almost hitting Song Xi's nose.

Song Qi went down to the first floor in a daze, looking up at the small building where he had lived for more than ten years, with mixed feelings in his heart.

As much hate as there is, there is as much discomfort.It's not that if you don't care, you can really stay out of it. After all, it is a living human life. Even if that person has rotted to the bone, he is still a person connected with him by blood. He will feel uncomfortable, confused, and It's human nature.

"Ah, you are?" Suddenly, a timid female voice came from behind, as cowardly as he used to be, cautiously probing, the voice sounded familiar.

Song Qi turned around and saw that the person looked familiar, so he tried to think about it, and finally found such a person from the corner of his memory, "Zhou Yan?" Speaking of Zhou Yan, Song Qi naturally knew her, and her family ran a canteen. In the past, every time Song Xi went shopping, he would go to her house. The things in their house were always a tame cheaper than other houses. Song Qi could buy one or two mung bean cakes from the saved money.

Those days when I tried my best to squeeze money from women to fill my stomach, looking back now, it was like a dream. Even he himself, if he hadn't experienced it himself, would not believe that there are still people living such a life in the world.

Many people are like this, limited by the environment they live in, unable to see the outside world, listening to others talking about those outside things, but like listening to stories, they still don’t believe it in their hearts, because they are not in the place, and they will never be there. You may experience the feeling of helplessness and trying to find hope.

Just like representatives are always just representatives, and talk on paper is always just talk on paper. They are self-righteous and unrealistic in their inherent environment.

Zhou Yan looked him up and down, only to feel that the outline was a little familiar, and she couldn't believe it and tentatively asked: "You are... Song Qi?"

"It's me." Song Qi nodded.

After greeting each other, the two fell silent like this. They were not confiding people in the first place, let alone after all these years, there was nothing else to say.Zhou Yan lowered her head in embarrassment, twisted the hem of her clothes nervously, and crumpled her old shirt. She looked up at Song Qi from time to time, "Are you okay, where have you been all these years?" She actually wanted to say that you are still alive. I thought you were played to death just like your sister.But it was really inappropriate to say these words to Song Qi who was still standing in front of her.

Song Qi asked without answering: "Zhou Yan, do you know what happened to me... my mother and my sister?"

Zhou Yan paused while twisting the hem of her clothes, and her face became a little pale.Song Xi stood in front of her, looking straight at her.

She bit her lip helplessly.

"I remember that day, it was raining. I was guarding the store at home, and I saw a lot of people driving motorcycle police cars passing by the store in the rain. It was raining really hard at that time, with hail , like big pearls, it hurts the person who smashed it. But the policemen rushed in as if they were unconscious. I thought, this must be a big deal, and the police were dispatched Now, is this police officer something we can provoke casually? People in our neighborhood almost ran out of the balcony to see which house had an accident, and there were a few good ones, so they followed them directly. Then... I see When they arrived, they were carrying two corpses... I heard from those people that they were your mother and your eldest sister..." Zhou Yan seemed to recall the scene she saw that day, her body trembling violently, and her eyes were terrified.

Some people, after seeing it once in this life, I really don't want to go through it again.Every time she thinks about it, she wakes up in the middle of the night with a start and can't sleep all night.

Two stretchers, two white cloths, the white cloths covered the bodies of the two people, but they couldn't stop the red from flowing down from the stretchers, hit the water, and when they melted, the redness could no longer be found.

Just like those two people, they have since disappeared from the world.

All this is not a tragedy of impulse, but the accumulated resentment reached the critical point and exploded in an instant.

Song Jiaojiao accompanied a guest in her 50s last night. He was short and fat, and he was a Mediterranean. His stomach was as fat as a bucket, and it pressed on her, squeezing her internal organs so that her internal organs were almost displaced. Took her half life!But who told this person to give more than 1000 yuan as soon as she made a move. She has been in this business for so long, and she only received one or two hundred yuan.So no matter how disgusting a man's greasy stuff is, she still endured it and gritted her teeth. Could it be that a man's ugly thing was stuffed into her body and twitched for a long time, and she just passed it.But this man has sexual/absochistic tendencies, not only whipped her, but also stuffed her mouth with panties, tied it behind her head with stockings, stuffed her back with a vibrator/plug, and fucked/fucked her roughly.The tearing pain nearly made her collapse.After the matter was over, her eyes turned white and she passed out.

Birds die for food, and humans die for wealth.

She risked her own life to exchange for dirty money, and all the things she got were looted before they were warmed up.Some people freely live the life of the upper class, mingling with the upper class people all day long, chatting about everything; some people are in the shady kiln, being reviled by thousands of people, bullied/humiliated by men, and all their efforts are not appreciated. Not to mention, how can you not hate being bullied and trampled by them in every possible way?

She is also a woman, even if she can't live in fine clothes, she is not afraid to live in a mediocre manner, but she has no choice from the very beginning.

"That's all?" The woman glanced at the 200 yuan in her hand, and stared at her coldly, as if the woman in front of her was not her daughter, but a mortal enemy who deserved death.

"Yes." Song Jiaojiao said.In fact, she still has [-] in her pocket, but she doesn't know what's going on recently, and her lower body often feels very uncomfortable. She wants to save some money and go to the hospital.

"Heh!" The woman sneered, pulled up her long hair, and spit in her face: "Bah, bastard, I learned to lie. I listened to the little girl early in the morning. Hong said that you picked up a big guest last night, big guest, how come there is only such a little money, one night's fuck is not enough for me to stuff my teeth, hand over the money!"

"Ah!" Song Jiaojiao's face turned blue and red, and her body was in severe pain. She stretched out both hands to grab the woman's hand, but the woman looked thin, but she was so strong, Song Jiaojiao not only couldn't break her free On the contrary, she dragged her so painfully that she burst into tears. "Mom, don't be like this, I hurt so much...I hurt so much..." She pleaded bitterly, begging the woman to give her even a little mercy.

The woman was unmoved: "Bring it."

Song Jiaojiao cried and shook her head.Can't give it, if you give it, you will have no money to see a doctor. She finally saved some, if she takes it away, what will she do then?

The woman was still unmoved, but Song Jiaojiao's refusal completely pissed her off. She threw Song Jiaojiao to the ground, sat on her, and shook her mouth while pulling her hair.Song Jiaojiao cried while dodging, until her eyes were red, her voice became hoarse, and her face was swollen like a bloody steamed bun, full of injuries.

"Give it or not?" The woman scolded angrily, her shriveled face distorted, like a ghost sucking human blood.

"Here..." She uttered such a sentence weakly, and she was no longer herself.The hatred was possessed, and the madness spread to the bone marrow, eating her away, and she couldn't care about anything.

Since you don't care about my life or death, then everyone should stop living.She came out with a kitchen knife, and the woman was lying on the recliner with her eyes closed, happily humming an out-of-tune Peking opera, waiting for her meal--such a good mood probably got a fortune from her.

"Mom." Song Jiaojiao called her softly, without the hysteria just now. The woman opened her eyes and saw Song Jiaojiao raised the knife to her neck, and said with a gentle smile: "Mom, I am Is your daughter?!"

The woman was angry: "Bitch, what do you want to do? Put down the knife!"

Song Jiaojiao didn't get annoyed when she didn't get an answer, she smiled nervously, and the kitchen knife got a little closer, bloodshot from the woman's neck, at this moment the woman was really scared, she stared at Song Jiaojiao in fear, Restraining herself not to shake too much, lest the knife wound go deeper - this bitch really wants to kill her.

"You dare to kill me? You are not afraid of going to jail? Killing is the death penalty!"

Song Jiaojiao pulled the woman's hair, and pushed the knife edge a little further. The woman cried out in pain, and Song Jiaojiao glanced at her indifferently: "You keep calling us cheap/bad/scumbags, but in the end we are not all born by you!" It’s said that if you plant beans, you will get beans, and if you want to blame it, you can blame yourself for being cheap and disgusting, so that you can give birth to things like us! Don’t you think so, huh?”

"You..." The woman stared at her angrily, her chest heaved violently, and she was about to explode with anger.

"Don't move!" Song Jiaojiao stopped her: "Anyway, you only have Song Qinghe and you in your heart, and you never care about the lives and deaths of us, except for Song Qinghe, me, fourth sister, and fifth brother, weren't you born? Mom, I call you mom, but are you worthy, bah! You who treat your children as prostitutes or prostitutes are not worthy of living in this world at all!"

The knife rose and fell, blood spattered, and the body and head were separated.

Song Jiaojiao put down the knife, and put the woman's head on the bottom of her feet in a calm manner, making the woman's head and feet upside down, until she died, she stepped on her own head, and even if she was a ghost, she would be under her crotch.After finishing all this, she took out her mobile phone: "Hello, 110? There is a murder case in xxx."

She picked up the knife again, facing herself with a strange smile on the corner of her mouth.

Song Qi——

Her final mouth said so.

Two people, four parts.

The old friend is no longer, and the people's hearts are not old, that's probably the case.

He thought that when the clouds were brushed away, he would be able to glimpse the dawn, but unexpectedly, above the clouds, there were winds and clouds surging.

The author has something to say:

Tomorrow I will go to a team building activity... I heard from the boss that it is a bit like military training... I think back to myself who fainted every time I stood in a military posture in military training in college, hugged myself silently, and prayed that I would come back in two days, and the stupid author could still be that tree Radishes that don't wilt