What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

Visiting the prison during the day failed, but at night, Shu Xingmi dreamed of his parents.

He dreamed that he walked out of the bedroom, his stomach was slightly distended due to the urge to urinate, and he opened the door of his bedroom. It was already past two o'clock in the morning. It stands to reason that the lights should be turned off at home, but in the kitchen, snow-white lights.

A strong sweet fishy smell hits the face, breaking into the nasal cavity roughly.

Shu Xingmi searched for the smell and walked towards the kitchen. Before reaching the door of the kitchen, blood spread out, like a scarlet carpet.His mind went blank, and he looked up suddenly. His mother was holding a sharp knife in one hand. The palm and nails were full of blood, as if she was wearing a red glove.

The man on the ground who lost his breath and heartbeat was his father, with blood spots splattered on his white shirt collar and on his neck.

The knife is on the chest.

The young child has been so stimulated by the sight in front of him that he lost his words.

The mother's eyes were empty, she looked at Shu Xingmi clearly, but she seemed to be looking at nothingness.There were tears in the eyes, mixed with countless red bloodshots.

For some reason, the mother's brows were flattened, showing a look of relief, a look of finally being relieved, her eyes gradually recovered, and some firmness gradually appeared in the eyeballs, as if she had made up her mind.

"Xiaojun..." The mother stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to caress her son's cheek, but Shu Xingmi backed away in fright, as if she didn't want to get that blush on her.

Unexpectedly, when the little feet in white socks stepped back, they stepped on the ground, and behind them was not a solid floor, but an abyss, and the body lost weight instantly——

Shu Xingmi screamed and sat up, panting heavily.

The pajamas were soaked in sweat, the hair on the forehead was sticky into strands, the face was full of tears, and the eyes were sore and painful.

I don't know how many times I have dreamed of this scene, it seems that I am so embarrassed every time I wake up.

Zhang Jinqiu patted Shu Xingmi on the back: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Well, I'm sorry for waking you up." Shu Xingmi took the handkerchief beside the bed, turned his back and wiped the tears and sweat from his face, and turned on the phone, it was [-]:[-].

"What did you dream about?"

There was distress in Zhang Jinqiu's eyes. During the day, Secretary Fang visited the prison, but tonight he had a nightmare again. It is not difficult to imagine what he would dream about.

Those unacceptable memories must have sneaked into his dreams like ghosts that cannot be shaken off.

"Forgot." Shu Xingmi said lightly and effortlessly, his heart weighed heavily.

"Can you still sleep?"

"Well, it's nothing, go to sleep." Shu Xingmi lay back on the soft quilt, but it was actually impossible to fall asleep again.

"If you can't sleep, come play games with me in the living room?"

Zhang Jinqiu knew that Shu Xingmi would definitely not be able to refuse this invitation.

The last time I played games all night was when I was in junior high school.

Shu Xingmi and Zhang Jinqiu sat side by side on the mat in the living room and played "Greek Light" together.

One game, another game, another game.

When you are hungry, warm up a quick-frozen fast food, and have another round after eating.

There is often some kind of unspeakable affection between men who play games together late at night. The night is quiet and secretive, and the night is very long, as if there is endless time and no end.

In the game after game, Shu Xingmi's spirit and mood gradually stabilized, and his attention shifted.

There are times when the soul needs a refuge.

Zhang Jinqiu fled to such a shelter with Shu Xingmi.

The game is really a good thing, it is a safe haven, it is an air-raid shelter, and it is sheltered from all storms.

In the game, there are full-fire fighting, and sometimes the danger is approaching, but playing the game will provide absolute safety. It is a water gate that temporarily isolates the cruel reality. When the player ends the game, the turbulent reality will be swarm.

Avoiding is not necessarily a good thing, but it is more terrifying than avoiding to get into a dead end mentally and emotionally.

Human beings are strong when they say they are strong, and they are also fragile when they say they are weak. They must not go head-to-head with heart disease, Zhang Jinqiu thinks so.

At dawn, Shu Xingmi fell asleep leaning against the sofa with the keyboard in his arms. Zhang Jinqiu carried him back to the bedroom. Although Shu Xingmi was thin, his bones were heavy, and he was a man about 1.8 meters tall, which was a bit heavy.Zhang Jinqiu wanted to sneak a kiss, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was inappropriate. Isn't this "indecent"?

Finally, Zhang Jinqiu kissed Shu Xingmi's collar.

July 29th is Shu Xingmi's father's memorial day.

Shu Xingmi was going to the cemetery to pay respects to his father, and Zhang Jinqiu also went with him as a "friend".

It was sunny and cloudless. It was rare to see such clear weather in recent days. It seemed that someone had wiped the sky clean, leaving only a haggard blue.

The relatives wore black clothes, black gauze flowers, and black ribbons. They were solemn and solemn. They first gathered in the lounge in the cemetery, and after meeting each other, they went to the grave to pay respects.

Holding a bouquet of pure white lilies, Shu Xingmi pushed open the door of the lounge, walked slowly through the crowd, and sat on his seat.

The uncle, the second uncle, the third aunt, the second aunt, the third aunt, the fourth uncle, and their children all glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally. When Shu Xingmi walked by, they subconsciously turned the child towards him I embraced it by my side.

Where is a person walking past?It was a riddle that no one could solve.

None of the people present knew the whole story of the tragedy of the Fang family. The only thing they knew was that the youngest son of the Fang family married into the house and killed his own husband. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

Zhang Jinqiu could see that there was sympathy, gratitude, and doubt in the eyes of these people, and there was also a sense of fear hidden under their noses. They were afraid that the child's mother was a murderer. Who knows if he inherited the murderer's status? Evil gene?But stay away from him.

After Shu Xingmi exchanged polite greetings with them, he sat without saying a word. The relatives thought that Zhang Jinqiu was a rare visitor, and expressed their gratitude to Zhang Jinqiu for coming.

Zhang Jinqiu felt that the internal cohesion of this family is largely due to the almost morbid concern for a family.The relatives were tacit, and no one said it, and no one could say it, but they understood it when they looked at each other.

This kind of code word is annoying and makes people feel uncomfortable.

Shu Xingmi calmly drank the warm water in the white paper cup, and poured a cup for Zhang Jinqiu as well.

"Xiaojun, here you are, who is this?" The cousin, with his wife and children, warmly greeted Shu Xingmi, took off his black coat, and wiped the oily sweat off his face with a tissue.

"Brother, this is my friend, Zhang Jinqiu." Shu Xingmi took his cousin's coat and put it away, "He is also my boss. Mr. Zhang, this is my cousin."

Sister-in-law's make-up today is plain but very delicate. She held her husband's arm, looked around, and adjusted her daughter Xiaoxin's collar, completely ignoring talking to Shu Xingmi.

Zhang Jinqiu observed the expression of the couple in front of him. The expression of the cousin was very natural, but it was the sister-in-law. For some reason, she never looked at Secretary Fang. Did she deliberately avoid it?Or is he prejudiced against the secretary like other relatives...?

A few people exchanged a few words of greeting, it was almost time, everyone came, and everyone walked from the lounge to the cemetery one after another. Zhang Jinqiu carried the bouquet for Shu Xingmi, and Shu Xingmi carried a box of pastries for worship. Drink water and wine, and walk to Fang's father's tombstone.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Zhang Jinqiu saw the portrait of Fang's father.

This is a man with delicate features, pale complexion and the same face shape as Secretary Fang. He is smiling slightly, but his eyes reveal a touch of melancholy.

There was already a thin layer of tears in Grandma Fang's eyes. Her beloved youngest son... died at the hands of that woman, which was a painful experience.

Seeing his father's tombstone, Shu Xingmi felt infinitely sad. He leaned over and placed a bouquet beside the tombstone. Inside the bouquet was a card and a family photo. It was when Shu Xingmi was six years old that the three of them went Taken during a trip to Sensoji Temple.

A gust of wind blows away the tissue paper wrapped around the bouquet, revealing a corner of the family portrait.

Grandma Fang walked forward quickly with a cold face, and Shu Xingmi had already protected the bouquet first.

"Remove the photo." Grandma Fang's tone was unquestionable: "She doesn't deserve to appear in front of my son's grave."

"Grandma, what happened back then..."

"Shut up," Grandma Fang pressed her temples, the nasolabial folds were deeply embedded on her face like a knife carving, "If you insist on keeping a photo, tear off that side of her."

Expected conflict.The members of the Fang family were already ready to watch the play. Anyway, every time Xiao Fang's father celebrated the festival, he and his grandmother would not be able to spend it peacefully.

It's not a souvenir, it's a family portrait.

Xiao Fang is stubborn, and grandmother is even more stubborn.

"Xiao Fang, don't be ignorant, don't make grandma angry, take the photo back..." the uncle persuaded.

"There is no evidence that my mother did it." Shu Xingmi said.

"She admitted it herself." Grandma Fang's face was already as cold as ice: "I have already surrendered and went in, you still don't understand?"

"But the reason for the whole thing..."

"Okay," the second uncle also stood up to speak for his mother: "Xiao Fang, don't talk back to grandma in front of your father's tombstone."

Shu Xingmi had no steps to go down.

Zhang Jinqiu wanted to speak for Secretary Fang, but it was Fang's family business after all, so he really couldn't say anything, so he leaned over and took out the family portrait from the bouquet, and put it in Secretary Fang's hands.

Shu Xingmi knew that he was outnumbered, and most of the Fang family were against his grandmother, even if he had eight mouths, he couldn't say it.

"Xiao Fang's behavior is justifiable," my cousin whispered next to Zhang Jinqiu, "His parents are a model couple in the Fang family. It's hard for Fang to accept it, but we also... oh..."

"Is it very affectionate?" Zhang Jinqiu looked puzzled: "Then how could it be...?"

The cousin shook his head: "I don't know."

After sweeping the tomb, everyone walked back in twos and threes, with Shu Xingmi at the end.

He looked down at the family photo, then turned his head to look at the tombstone, trying to sneak the photo away, but worried that his relatives would find out and report it to his grandmother.

Zhang Jinqiu suddenly took the family photo from Shu Xingmi's hand, turned around and walked quickly to the tombstone, and put the photo under the bouquet.