Little follower

Dad is an alcoholic, and mom is an ultimate mahjong fan. When these two people are tied together, it is completely the talk of the neighbors after dinner.

The two have been married for nearly 20 years, but according to the neighbors, they have been arguing for more than 20 years. After the quarrel, my father would run outside and not go home for half a year. I don’t have them in my heart anyway, and my mother thinks they are cumbersome. , Said it was money-losing goods, and didn't care about them at all, cats and dogs seemed to be raised like that.

Wen Sheng has always been puzzled, since they are not in love, why are they married together?Since you think children are a burden, why do you want to get pregnant and give birth?

But it's pointless to worry about it now.

Been married for almost 20 years.

The child has also grown to this size.

At this time, it is meaningless to talk about why.

Wen Sheng's only thought after his rebirth was to live a good life with Xiaoyu.

There are a lot of small advertisements posted on the door, investment loans, sewer connections, college entrance examination cram schools, or those useless things.

Wen Yu found another one stuffed in from the crack of the door, and looked at it over and over for a long time.

Wen Sheng took it over and took a look, and there was a female model posing on it, and there was a string of small characters next to it, saying how much it cost for one night.

Gee.

Not suitable for children.

It was rolled into a paper ball and thrown into a waste tank, then found the key under the old carpet, and opened the door.

It was dark in the room, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Mom and Dad probably got tired from the quarrel, so they went to sleep first, and they probably didn't think of the siblings at all.

Wen Sheng took out his phone and pressed the screen to light up, only to find that a small piece of the screen of his elderly phone was broken, probably because someone kicked him before and didn't pay attention to it.

Golden feet.

Ah no, it should be Diamond Feet.

Wen Yu grabbed his clothes from behind, tiptoed into the house with him, and gently locked the door.

Wen Sheng glanced at the ground, it was okay, there was no rubbish except two deflated beer cans lying in the corner.

Like thieves, the brothers and sisters did everything lightly, washed up in a hurry, and then Wen Sheng sent Wen Yu back to her small room.

"Brother will wake you up early tomorrow, don't stay in bed, or Teacher Wang will hit you." Wen Sheng said, before locking the door, he said softly, "Good night."

"Good night." Wen Yu whispered while hugging the plush bear.

Their house is not big at all, but they can be divided into three bedrooms and one living room. Wen Sheng has always thought that this is quite miraculous and worthwhile.

When he was lying on the bed, his mental state, which had been tense for a day, was completely relaxed. It was different from the feeling when he was walking on the street. Now he is like lying in cotton, without thinking about anything. Just let it go.

Now there is a down-to-earth and real motivation to live in the body.

It's very different from my previous life.

Why would you want to commit suicide?

Wen Sheng is a little confused now.

His pain, his uneasiness, and his lack of real feeling were the main reasons why he couldn't go on. It was the accumulation of panic and helplessness day after day, and finally death became his only relief.

Even Xiaoyu couldn't provide the slightest motivation to keep him alive.

"You have to live a good life, better than your brother." This is what he said to Wen Yu the night before, "Why, because my brother really can't hold on anymore."

The next day, he jumped off the tenth floor and ended his life. He jumped down in a winter night, and no one found him, and he had no chance to be rescued.

He lay there alone, a little aware of the passing of life.

The final value is nothing more than what others have talked about for two days, and then he will act as if he has never lived, and no one will remember him.

He turned into a half-dead walking corpse, and ended up taking his own life that way.

Whose fault is it?

Is it someone's fault?

Certainly not, but after so many years, no one can tell.

How pitiful he is.

It's so miserable that the temperature rises.

Wen Sheng suddenly remembered this sentence, couldn't hold back his laughter, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

He suffers from anorexia and insomnia, auditory hallucinations, suicide and self-mutilation, because he wants to open an opening in his body to vent all negative emotions.

But it's useless.

He also wanted to live, but those people never gave him a chance.

As long as they want him to live, they will not isolate him and beat him for the so-called face.

Why do you vent all the vicious things you would never say or do to someone close to you on a classmate who has no grievances or enmities with you?

why?

Wen Sheng clutched his chest, curled up on the bed, gasping for breath, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He tried his best to put those hallucinations behind him, but he really couldn't do it now, he could only pull the quilt over his head and cry in the quilt in a very useless way.

He didn't dare to make a sound at all, all the grievances were like a stuffy breath stuck in his throat, choking his throat sorely.

Wen Sheng bit the back of his hand and didn't dare to take a breath. He knew that his parents could barely hear him through the wall, but he still didn't dare to make a sound.

It was like a deep-rooted shadow in his body. He was afraid that if he cried out, he would be discovered by his father holding an iron bar just like when he was a child, and then he would be dragged out from under the bed and beaten.

And the old mother looked on coldly with Wen Yu who was crying loudly, and said: "Don't beat me to death."

He dreaded that scene.

Lingering.

Very scared.

Wen Sheng lay on the bed with tears all over his face, his brain hurting, facing the pale light above his head, he didn't bother to care about it, he put his arm on his forehead and fell asleep.

He originally thought that he would fall into a deep sleep, and before he lost consciousness, he was worried that he would delay waking Wen Yu up, but he did not expect that he underestimated his biological clock.

Wen Sheng woke up on time at five o'clock in the morning. After a good night's sleep, his body was a little sore and limp, but he didn't feel any pain anymore. His self-healing ability has always been different from ordinary people.

I slept in my school uniform last night, so I didn't feel tired.Wen Sheng got out of bed and slipped on his slippers, and was startled when he saw himself in the mirror in the bathroom.

Like a ghost.

And a puffy, walnut-eyed ghost.

There was still enough time, so he twisted a cold towel and went back to the room to apply it for 10 minutes before washing up. When he came out, he saw his mother who was coming to the toilet, with a haggard face, probably from playing mahjong again.

"When did you come back?" Mom looked at him.

Wen Sheng said, "It's almost eight o'clock."

"Oh." Mom said, walking around him to enter the door.

"By the way," Wen Sheng called out to her, "School starts today, and Xiaoyu and I have to pay tuition fees this Friday."

"How much?" My mother was obviously impatient when she heard the money was paid.

"[-] for me, [-] for Xiaoyu, and [-] for food." Wen Sheng rubbed the towel and said.

"Losing money, my mother should have sold you two in the first place." My mother went into the toilet cursing.

Wen Sheng didn't stand and wait. After hanging up the towel, he went to wake Wen Yu up. Then he went back to the bedroom and saw that 800 yuan had been placed on the table.

My mother is better than my father at this point. When I give money, I will scold at most, and then give the money exactly. Dad is different. I have to smoke first, and then give the money in a compromise.

difference.

Wen Sheng took out a locked wooden box from under the bed and opened it. He secretly saved money to buy it. He usually puts it under the bed. It's pretty safe.

Inside was the ID card, student card, graduation certificate, this certificate and that certificate. Wen Sheng found an envelope at the bottom of the various certificates, took out 200 yuan from [-] li, stuffed it in, locked the wooden box and put it on Tuck it back under the bed.

He had to slowly save money to leave a way out for himself and Wen Yu.

Mom went back to sleep again, and Dad probably didn't wake up.Wen Sheng led Wen Yu downstairs and finished eating buns, then sent her to school, and finally walked to Xihua Middle School by himself.

Wen Yu's school is not too far from Xihua, but it is still four or five stops away, so it takes a long time to walk.

The air is very humid, and there are several deep puddles in the middle of the road. It must have rained last night.

After the first rain in early autumn.

Comfortable.

Wen Sheng closed his eyes and walked slowly, the sound of a speeding car came from behind him, and the sound was very fast.

So close to the point that before he could turn around to see what it was, the car swept over the puddle and covered him in mud.

"Fuck?" Wen Sheng widened his eyes in shock, looked at the rear of the Maybach that was running away, and then glanced at his clothes.

Is this what people do!

Honk the horn and die!

Is the tail number 888 so awesome!

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck! ! !

"Oh, I'm driving too fast." The driver said, clutching his chest, "My heart can't take it anymore."

Qiao Chen stared at the phone in the back seat, leaning on his legs crossed: "Anyway, it's pretty cool."

"I don't know who crashed just now," the driver said, "I didn't even have time to press the horn, and that person was drenched all over. Oh, the water is so cold."

"That's his bad luck." Qiao Chen smiled, "I don't know how to watch the road and avoid it."

At school, Qiao Chen jumped out of the car with his schoolbag in hand, slammed the car door and walked towards the gate.

He usually comes to school very early. Although he is not a good student, he unexpectedly doesn't like to be late, and he doesn't like to skip classes.Whether it was in the previous school or Xihua who just transferred last semester, he never skipped a class except for delaying the class due to fighting and punishment.

Just very proud.

We are different.

Qiao Chen sang in a low voice, and felt quite stupid when it was over, so he applauded and laughed twice.

I walked around the campus first, and then went into the small gate to find a place to smoke a cigarette. After feeling that the time was almost gone, I planned to go to the new class.

Just two steps out of the small door, he stepped back, leaned against the door and looked at the situation ahead, a little surprised.

In front is Old Wu, the former school bully who was beaten by him last semester, followed by two social younger brothers with aggressive hairstyles, with one hand in a small pocket and the other pushing a person.

The man was wearing a school uniform, very white and thin.

Qiao Chen has good eyesight, and he recognized him immediately after staring at his face.

Oh.

It's the doormat for anti-killing and bullying in the previous video.