When I woke up on a luxurious bed with a gold carved pattern, I looked into the two-meter-high square mirror and saw a man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThat's me, a guy with a face that can be called handsome.

And I am also a child born with a golden key, which should be the envy of all ordinary people. My family is in a family business that I don't know about, and although I don't know if I can fight the country, I don't know if I can fight the country, but it is certain that I will be called a merchant family.

Since I was a child, I have lived a life without food and clothing. I have never worried about money, and I wear and use items that ordinary people dare not luxury. Perhaps those at the bottom of the ladder are right: for the rich, money is just a number on a bank card.

But God cannot leave perfection to the world, and there must always be small flaws in human life. My parents were too busy to be with me often, and they couldn't leave the family business behind for me, but they valued educating them and wanted to train me to be a good person.

I used to come into contact with those novels, and those so-called urban novels always talked about how the children of the rich were domineering and bad, and how they bullied men and women. In fact, in fact, the children of the really rich receive a harsher education than ordinary people, and their quality is better than that of ordinary people. Because the way to make yourself richer is to cultivate an excellent successor. Of course, there are a small number of nouveau riche waste sons and the like, that's another story.

I just think our kind of people are just pride. Yes, even with ordinary people, we can't hide the pride in our bones. It's not innate, it's been nurtured over a long period of time. We have to do things well, and doing them well makes us stand out from the crowd.

Since I was a child, my thinking has been like this, I have to do things better than others. So since I was a child, I have always been at the top of my grades. I worked hard to get a first class in sports. I can usually be busy all night with manual homework, just for the amazement and admiration of my friends. Just because the teacher praised me for eating fast, my eating speed has doubled.

Some people may think that I am crazy or stupid to do this, but I tell you, if you don't be a superior person in this era, you can only be worthy of being a subordinate person!

But the father always shook his head and said, "Son, you will make yourself suffer by doing this." It's the same in business, sometimes you can't show your edge. ”

I proudly said to my father, "Father, don't worry, no matter what, it is always the most important thing to do it best." ”

The father sighed and said, "Son, I'm scared of your character." ”

"Afraid of what?" I asked, puzzled.

My father stared at me, touched my head and said, "I'm afraid that in the future, someone who is much stronger than you will appear." And you can never catch up with him, you are too far behind him. Did you stand it then?"

"Don't worry, your son is excellent, and if he is better than me, I will naturally find a way to surpass him, so that I will improve myself, why not, father?" said to my father at that time.

My father finally praised me with relief. But at that time, I didn't know the horror of jealousy, let alone the magic of love.

I tried to forget about my childhood, and when I turned around, I found a small trinket, a purple jasmine made of plastic, on my desk. It was different from the European-style tables and chairs, the table lamps with some crystal embellishments, and the precious fountain pens in gold, which were just ordinary trinkets.

It just lay there quietly, as if it had carved a moment of time, and I couldn't help but pick it up and look at it carefully. Time has faded a little, it wasn't given to me by my current girlfriend, it belongs to a fairy.

It's not an exaggeration to say that she is a fairy, when I first saw her when I was a child, I was stunned by her appearance, and I still liked to watch "Journey to the West" at that time, and those little fairies in the Heavenly Palace may be like this, right?

"My name is Zhao Zhuwu, what's your name?" she said to me with bright eyes.

"I, I, I, my name is Yang Haicheng. I stammered my name, but I didn't dare to say it out loud as if I were afraid of blaspheming her ears.

But the reunion is always short, and the parting is always too fast. After she said her name, she stopped talking, and was cold on the side, a picture of no one to approach. I just looked at her, and I spent a dull ten minutes with her. Until her father took her away, my father was very respectful to her father. My father bowed deeply as they left.

"Son, look stupid?" the father asked deliberately.

"Father, who is she? I kind of want to fall in love. "I lost everything, including my soul," murmured.

Since then, the name Zhao Zhuwu has left a deep mark in my life. I transferred to her school for this reason and came to her, but she didn't seem to appreciate it. She can show her true temperament to others, her violent side, but she is cold to me.

Then she learned taekwondo, and I switched to fencing because it was full. It's all sports, and I've used my talent to make a name for myself in fencing, and I have a lot of fans. While I was proud, she didn't bother to come to see me play.

Later, she became more and more beautiful, and her smile in my heart was captivating. And she began to give up taekwondo and learn fencing, which she once disdained, like me. Finally she came, and she came to my final. But I suddenly realized that this change was not because of me, but because of the person standing in front of me.

The person on the other side always maintains an indifferent expression, as if he is not bothered by the world, he seems to be alone in the face of the whole world, the stage seems to be cheering for me, but my heart aches to know that at least there is a crisp and pleasant voice cheering for him, that is the voice that lingers in my dreams!

I hate it, I can't resist the arrangement of fate after many years of following? That so-called fate has made all my efforts go to waste? Heh, it turns out that God has given me a lot of things, but it has also made me lose a lot. I swear that I will defeat him hard and make him make a fool of himself in front of Zhao Zhuwu. But he doesn't seem to be serious about this competition.

"It's contempt for me. I went crazy and told myself over and over again, "I have to beat him!

The skills of fencing, which I am familiar with and are excellent, are also excellent. I can even imagine that I could get to the point of winning an Olympic gold medal. The guy across from him is also said to be a genius, is he the same goal as me?

But it wasn't until later that I realized that I was wrong, and I was wrong.

"How can such a sword be a real sword? How pathetic, what do you say?" the man whispered to me, as if to himself.

These words have stayed with me like a nightmare to this day, for after he had finished speaking, I was defeated, so cleanly and so badly. I still remember the blood on my chest that stained my vision red, and the figure that looked at me indifferently. Maybe his goal is too much higher than me, and he is afraid that he wants to climb to the top of kendo?

Then I was numb enough to get to the podium, which was the only race without a runner-up. Because that person has since retired from fencing. Maybe fencing was too naïve for him?

Later, I finally found a girlfriend, she is still a little similar to Zhao Zhuwu's eyebrows, but I just can't help myself compare her with Zhao Zhuwu, and even overlap. I tried my best to compensate her, but I knew it was unfair, but what was the fairness of love? I thought of Zhao Zhuwu's beautiful figure again, but it became dreamlike and untouchable.

And the figure of that person has always pressed on my heart, lingering, and following me like a shadow. Every time I study hard, I look at the rankings, but I find that he has better grades than me. I'm not on the same level as him at all, he has a talent that I can't surpass, and even he has a love that I can never have. I once watched him make Zhao Zhuwu cry with sadness, which made me feel like crazy.

I looked in the mirror again, but now the people inside were so unbearable, messy hair, decadent eyes, so fragile that even my childhood self was not as good as my childhood, as if even my father looked at me with eyes that hated iron but not steel.

The man in the mirror stared at me with bloodshot eyes and asked, "Who made me here?"

I can't answer that question, and no one will answer me. I lay back on the bed as if all my strength had been drained inexplicably.

I hid in the room where the curtains had already been drawn, and I didn't notice that the weather outside, which had just been clear, suddenly became cloudy, and the darkness was no different from the atmosphere in my room.

"How long has it been since I've been to school?" I asked, and I knew no one answered me.

Suddenly, a cold and deep voice answered me: "It's been five days, and you're such a waste." Seeing your beloved woman crying, you don't even have a way to do it?

I struggled to get up and looked around, but I couldn't find anyone. Just as I was about to lie down again, something flew out from under the bed, a crystal skull as smooth as jade.

I was startled, jumped out of bed, and stepped back.

"Don't be afraid, my child. The only destination for man is death. I'm the ultimate form of a human being. Hey, hey, hey。。。。。。 The skull's mouth opened and closed to speak, and at last he laughed.

The laughter creeped my bones, but I found myself backing backwards, no way back, with a cold, heavy door behind me, and the skull slowly approaching. The hollow hole was pitch black and bottomless, and I twisted the doorknob desperately, only to find that the doorknob seemed to be controlled by magic, and it didn't move.

I looked desperately at the unidentified object, which had stopped in front of me.

"I heard you want to die, no, how badly you want to die alone?" it asked, its voice sounding as if it were coming from hell, and its hollow eyes were burning with netherworld flames。。。。。。