Chapter 346

After dinner, he accompanied his wife to wash the dishes, and then played parent-child games with the children for a while. After calming the children to sleep, he also returned to his room.

The wife is taking a bath in the bathroom in the room, and the water is gurgling, which makes people itch.

He lay on the bed, pillowing his hands, looking at the wedding photo hanging on the wall.

In the photo, I was young and my wife was in full bloom.

Lie down, lie down,

He even squinted,

Fell asleep again.

I don't know how long I slept. When he woke up, it was dark all around. He felt in the dark and turned on the light.

The bed is still the same, but there is only one person lying on it.

Silently,

He sat up from the bed,

Curl up your body.

A feeling of loneliness and cold is coming to him,

Some broken pictures began to emerge in my mind.

Dark clouds,

Lightning,

heavy rain,

a living room,

Sofa

He felt more and more difficult to breathe, and a mood called "despair" was enveloping him, and a large amount of goose bumps began to appear on his body.

He dared not go out of the bedroom,

Dare not open the door,

He was afraid that he would not hear the child's voice,

Afraid of losing sight of his wife,

More afraid to walk down the stairs,

See on the sofa in the living room

"Hoo..... Hoo..... Hoo......"

His heavy breathing made his brain more and more blank.

Struggling, like a thief, he quietly pushed open the door, closed his eyes, covered his ears, and rushed into the study next door according to his memory.

"Pa!"

The moment I closed the study door,

He just felt that a stone fell to the ground in his heart.

Muddy eyes look at the pen lying quietly on the desk,

It seems that I have found my support.

He walked over,

Pick up the pen,

Open the blank book,

He took out his wife's book again and began to transcribe it.

He forgot himself,

He is addicted,

In addition to transcribing words,

He had no other thoughts, and he dared not have them.

No one urged him, but he cherished time especially.

He wrote quickly, and his handwriting began to become scrawly, because his heart could not wait.

He didn't notice,

His skin has begun to wrinkle, like elm bark that has lost water. He didn't notice that his eye sockets have been slowly sunken. Before he was 30, he had a large amount of white hair on his head.

Pen ink,

It still seems that it will never be used up,

I can always write words,

There is no need to add.

It's written,

Write that the sky turns white, write that the sky turns dark again.

There was a doorbell on the other side of the door. He suddenly stood up, pushed the door open and walked out.

Standing on the second floor,

He saw that his wife had passed by below,

Opened the door,

There are guests visiting,

It is said to be a die hard female fan of his wife.

The children's laughter came again,

They are watching cartoons on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing this scene,

He grinned,

Laughed.

Even if he has been extremely haggard,

The chapped lips seemed to be permeated with blood.

Write,

Write,

Copy one copy and then copy the next,

He couldn't stop at all,

I don't want to stop,

I forgot to eat and drink,

I forgot to sleep,

In addition to occasionally hearing news, go out and have a look,

Look at your wife,

Look at your children,

Then come back and continue to write.

He was afraid that if he didn't write,

You can't see them.

His wife's horror stories are all based on his family's villa, so there is this family, her and children in the story.

Under the desk lamp in the study,

There is a figure who is lying at the desk and copying books,

The figure is very thin,

It seemed that the light of the desk lamp could penetrate him.

More and more words are written and more books are copied,

gradually,

The young man is getting thinner and haggard,

When suddenly one day,

He copied another book,

When you put down your pen,

His legs are as thin as two chopsticks,

There is only a layer of tight skin on his face, which is still stuck on it,

In the eye socket, I can't see my eyes anymore. I only see two groups of lights like ghost fire flowing and flashing

He pushed the door tremblingly,

Walked out,

He heard his wife's voice,

I also heard the voices of my children.

All this,

Are so beautiful,

So beautiful,

This is,

It's the persistence and hope of living.

I don't feel bitter or tired,

What is bitter, what... And tired?

With his hands on the railing, he didn't dare to go down. He just watched and listened silently, enjoying the peace of his own years.

At this time,

He heard it faintly,

His wife is crying.

Their children are also crying.

He was stunned for a moment,

Why?

Why cry?

whole family,

Neat,

Live happily together,

Why cry?

He was a little flustered and confused. He grabbed the stair railing with both hands and walked down step by step with great difficulty.

Next stairs,

It is also a great challenge for him at this time.

He was afraid of falling down,

If you fall down by yourself,

It will directly fall into a ball of powder.

He is not afraid of falling into powder,

But I'm afraid that no one will transcribe it,

No one continues to pick up a pen to write.

But he's still going down,

He wants to ask his wife and children,

What happened,

Why cry?

Finally,

He walked up the stairs,

He was panting, hunched over, couldn't straighten up, and groped forward.

He came to the living room and saw the sofa in the middle.

The wife sits in the middle,

The children are on both sides.

The wife is crying,

My son is crying,

My daughter is crying, too,

On the ground,

Alaska crawls there, surrounded by many amusement park facilities, as well as many masks, cloaks, faces, shadows, and all kinds of scary things hovering and flashing.

Somewhere,

You can still hear how many ghosts are wailing, crying and roaring!

All these things cut,

They are all roles, scenes and props that have appeared in the horror of his wife.

He didn't think it was strange, nor did he think it was a big deal.

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask his wife and children,

You,

Why are you crying?

We are still alive, we can still be together,

It's beautiful,

Isn't it?

But he could only make a hoarse voice, like a mosquito, and could not speak at all.

His wife's eyes began to drip blood,

The same is true of children,

This scene,

It scared him.

The wife and children climbed off the sofa together,

Crawl towards him.

He saw his wife's hands holding his legs, pleading, praying, crying,

He saw that his two children were the same.

"Honey, let me go, let me go, I can't stand it, I can't stand this torture, I really can't stand it, let me go, please, honey, let me go, let me go......"

"Dad, please let us go... It's terrible here. It's so painful every day. Nannan is so afraid..."

"Dad, please let us go. My sister and I can't stand it anymore. I really can't stand it anymore..."

Look under yourself,

The distorted faces of wives and children because of pain,

Suddenly, thunder burst out in his mind,

He staggered and began to retreat,

Shake your head,

I can't believe it.

Why?

Why?

How could this happen,

no

impossible,

Impossible!

Originally cold reality,

After being covered with a beautiful veil, it gives people an illusion of beauty.

Illusion, after all, is an illusion.

He crawled on the ground,

Hold your head in your hands.

These days, he has been transcribing and writing in his study and never left the door at all.

But in the outside world,

He still appeared in front of people every day, directing and dispatching workers to complete orders in the factory, and even found a new housekeeping nanny after the last housekeeping aunt had problems.

All this,

He did it all,

But he didn't know,

I don't know.

All he knows is,

When his wife and children prayed for mercy in front of him,

He collapsed,

Fell into a kind of confusion.

The line of sight has also become a little blurred,

In this blurred vision,

When he saw the new nanny aunt come to the door, he saw the bodies of his wife and children on the sofa, and screamed. There was still a "suicide note" written by his wife on the tea table, which was what his wife said when she begged him to let go. He also wrote it in black and white according to an instinct, like copying his wife's published book.

This, together with the bruises on his wife and children a long time ago, became evidence of his conviction for domestic abuse.

The entanglement between reality and virtual,

In his mind, it collapsed again and again, and was reshaped again and again. In prison, he had a lot of time to think and straighten out his ideas.

So,

He has a deep understanding of the prison environment,

Thank you very much.

It is a kind of heartfelt gratitude.

…………

The eyes of memory slowly disappear,

The corner of his mouth gradually outlined an arc,

He tried to have life again in the past, but he found an amazing reality,

He exists,

But it doesn't exist,

People around him can see him and talk to him. Prison leaders also praise him. His words can be published and won awards.

But he,

Does it really exist?

He felt that he had become a real ghost,

Not a ghost like a ghost,

But when everyone knows you,

And you,

But it doesn't exist,

This is a paradox and torture.

It took him more than four years in prison to figure out these things.

Looking at the terrified woman in front of me,

He opened his mouth,

Made a lip movement of "shush",

then,

Slowly:

"Maybe I know how to use this pen."

"Yes... What is it..."

The woman from Naihe Bridge looked at the man in front of him with a kind of heartfelt fear.

"That is to make yourself a character in the story, not a... Living person."

The prisoner breathed deeply,

Lean back on the chair,

"So why did things go so smoothly? You can find me right away when you come out of hell,

It went well,

It's like a planned plot,

Really? "

The woman nodded,

yes,

It's going great.

"Hehe......"

The prisoner laughed,

"I'm sorry to tell you that I'm not capable of this story, and I've collapsed

I'm sorry,

It's bothering you,

And me,

Disappear together. "

………………

In the bedroom on the second floor of the bookstore,

Lawyer an, who just helped Lao Dao untie his shackles, sat by the bed. Lao Dao ran down and wiped safflower oil. Zhang Yanfeng fell into a coma again after being stopped by lawyer an.

But the breathing has been stable, and the heartbeat has also appeared. After sleeping, it is estimated that you can really wake up. Everything is developing in a good direction.

Lawyer an thought it was a little magical. He actually made an ordinary dead soul come back to life with a corpse.

While wiping the drops of water on your hair with a towel, I picked up the magazine.

Flipped casually,

The first half of the magazine is the speech and deeds publicity of prison leaders,

Behind it are the prison inmates' transformation insights and experiences,

It's also very interesting.

Look, look,

Turning to the last page,

Huh?

Lawyer an was stunned,

It's the last page,

But there seems to be something missing,

It seems that there should have been an article here. I seem to have read it,

But it disappeared.

it's me,

remember wrongly?

This is the chapter of 2000 monthly tickets plus change,

But the embarrassing thing is that our monthly ticket is only 1800.

Brothers, please awesome!

Jiageng of xianyulong ran to the front of the monthly ticket!!!

Hum hum!