"You waste! Why can't you do anything well? Your wings are hard now, aren't you? What's your attitude? You can't even be nice. What are you doing alive? If I hadn't been pregnant with you, I wouldn't have fallen into that quagmire. Why don't you die!"
Sharp words pierced the boy.
No one thought,
This will be what a mother says to her children.
The lights in the room were very bright, some dazzling. The porcelain was broken at the boy's feet, with cracks and a long wound of ankle blood.
"Why don't I die."
No matter how hysterical and vicious the woman was, there was no fluctuation on the young man's face from beginning to end. She was so indifferent to Jing Wei's anger. She was numb and used to it. Maybe it would hurt at the beginning, but in the end, everything became calm. He repeated Jing Wei's words, his eyes were dark and did not see the bottom, "shouldn't I ask you how she gave birth to me."
As soon as she heard the boy's indifferent tone, Jing Wei was stabbed to the pain. Her anger was burning. She cried bitterly, her tears were all over her face, but she was ferocious. She ruthlessly picked up the heavy textbooks placed on the table and threw them at ran Bai. "How can I give birth to a son like you? I was born with thousands of hardships. That's how you treated me?! I should have strangled you!"
"HMM." the boy was tall and straight, stood there motionless, the weight of the textbook was heavy, the edges and corners were sharp, and the wrapped strength hit him heavily on his shoulder. He even felt pain when he looked at it, but there was no pain in his face, only indifference. He said, "you should strangle me."
When Jing Wei saw that the teenager didn't hide, he shook his fingers and clenched his lips. He felt guilty for a moment, but after ran Bai finished that sentence, he turned into distorted hatred and absurd disgust: "what do you mean! I'm your mother. How dare you talk to me like that? Without me, you would have died long ago, you know?"
Ran Bai looked at her quietly. At that moment, the young man looked at the woman with such a strange calm. He was disgusted with the world and depressed in his bones under the light wind and clouds, and even had a bit of Yin coldness. He said, "is there any difference between living and dying now?"
Jing Wei probably didn't expect that ranbai would say such words, and was stunned for a moment.
Only listen to the boy word by word, understatement: "the same nausea."
After the woman reacted, she became angry and rushed up to slap the boy.
But the hand raised high was held by dye white.
The room was brightly lit, but there was still no warmth.
"Ms. Jing." the young man's tone was cold without any temperature. He stared at Jing Wei with his eyes down. The light fell on his eyelashes. The deep shadow in his eyes was like the dark shadow of ghost valley. Everything was gloomy and morbid. His tone was flat and straightforward, but it was somewhat creepy for no reason: "do you still think I was a vent for random beating and scolding when I was a child?"
At that moment, Jing Wei unconsciously retreated half a step. There was no fear at the bottom of her heart. Her wrist pain was almost misplaced. She found that the original teenager was much higher than her and would no longer be easily controlled. She refused to admit the fear in her heart. She felt that she had no face. She glared at ran Bai, tried to break away and sneered: "Who cares if it weren't for me?"
With this sentence, Jing Wei didn't go to see dye Bai's reaction anymore. He went straight away and made a heavy sound when he closed the door.
Only the boy was left in the room.
The atmosphere is dead depression.
In fact, Jing Wei is right,
No one cares about him.
Including Jing Wei.
For a long time, the boy leaned over expressionless, picked up the porcelain fragments on the ground and threw them into the trash can. Many small fragments pierced into his fingers without paying attention. He didn't care as much as he didn't notice the pain, and his action was indifferent.
After cleaning up, dye Bai saw the news on wechat.
The boy leaned quietly against the chair and pulled the collar to avoid the suffocation feeling. His eyes were cold. After a while, he replied to each other.
Wait a minute.
When he comes of age.
Leave this place sooner or later.
The farther the better.
far from.
all.
Because of the sound insulation, Chu Xu couldn't hear the quarrel next door, but the sound of slamming the door refused to be harsh. He subconsciously twisted his eyebrows and looked in the direction outside the door, silent.
He didn't look back until the message sounded.
It's grounded.
He replied only two words.
It's all right
This man is really... Resisting people thousands of miles.
It has the same characteristics as that man.
Chu Xu's eyes were slightly dark. Thinking of what happened in the Internet cafe, he frowned with a headache.
It shouldn't be
But Chu Xu always had a feeling.
He made a tentative remark.
[it's said that today's No. 1 middle school exam, how was your brother's exam? Did you go well (ノ︎″)]
Stranded: [HMM.]
The other party obviously didn't want to say more, but there was less chance to test. This time, he didn't know how to speak next time. Chu Xu stopped for two seconds and typed another line.
Xingxing is super good: [it's a pity that I'm a freshman in senior high school this year, but my cousin is a sophomore in senior high school. He also complained to me about the difficulty of the test paper. Now I think it's delicious. If the sophomore is so difficult, I'm going to die in senior high school. What does my brother think?]
Stranded: [OK.]
Chu Xu wanted to test how tall the man was, but he didn't want to say a word more. As for being so defensive?
He tutted and the man wouldn't say two more words.
Star super good: [is that brother good at learning? I have worshipped learning God since I was a child. I also want to be an excellent person like my brother, but I can't catch up with Wuwuwuwu with all my efforts.]
Stars are super good: [poor. JPG]
Chu Xu sent a message slowly. He held his jaw with one hand and waited lazily to get back from the grounding. After a few seconds, he saw the other party's reply: "..."
Maybe you haven't worked hard enough
A concise line.
There is no comfort.
Chu Xu smiled. Do you still talk to girls like this? He replied lazily with a wow cry expression bag.
After thinking for a while, I suddenly found an excellent test method.
[I also want to work hard, but I have no direction and no one is willing to teach me. If I don't bother my brother, I can't do some questions. Can I ask my brother? Thank you very much (ૢ) ˃ ꌂ ˂⁎)。】
Then Xiaoba stared at the input at the top of the screen and displayed it intermittently. He narrowed his eyes and thought about what the other party was going to say. Finally, he looked at the stranded message and fell into silence.