All happy families are alike; Every unfortunate family has its own misfortunes - Leo Tolstoy

If it was in the past, talk to Zhou Yan about what happiness is. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He will tell you that anything other than him is happiness.

He has tasted all kinds of misfortunes in the world, and perhaps he is misfortune.

I never thought that my life could be happy.

What is happiness? Nobody knows. But I can feel it, and I'm very happy.

Every day at about six o'clock in the morning, I woke up naturally, and Zhang Zhixin had prepared breakfast early. She says hello to you very gently, and then asks if you had a good night's sleep last night. Then it won't be long before Jiang Guangnai will get up and come to the dining room to say hello to you again, and also come to ask how you slept last night. Jiang Guangnai likes Western-style breakfast, so he usually has some toast, coffee, and fried bacon. And Zhang Zhixin knew that Zhou Yan liked Chinese food, and often boiled some porridge and stir-fried some pickles. There is no favoritism towards anyone, because this is family!

Jiang Guangnai doesn't go to work tomorrow, and he is more of a night shift, so he can have a lot of time to spend with Zhou Yan. Although he doesn't need others to accompany him at Zhou Yan's age, he is inexplicably a little happy.

Zhang Zhixin has not gone to school to work because of physical reasons, but she likes to take Zhou Yan back to school to see the campus with Zhou Yan's past memories.

It's just that I don't know why, I have been in that school for six years, and when I think about it at this moment, the memory is still so faint, like a light smoke and mist, and it will dissipate invisibly.

Zhang Zhixin took Zhou Yan to the street to buy clothes, although Zhou Yan was always dodging, but when a new piece of clothes was put on Zhou Yan's body, what he felt was not only the warmth of the body, but a deeper warm current.

Jiang Guangnai and Zhang Zhixin, these two were strangers in Zhou Yan's life, even if Zhang Zhixin was Zhou Yan's primary school class teacher, how many ripples could this stir up in Zhou Yan's state of mind?

The ripples wandered, gradually fading into calm.

Recently, there was an endless wind blowing, blowing the family affection that was originally at the ends of the earth in front of Zhou Yan. What is blown by a strong wind will be carried away by a strong wind. But Zhou Yan didn't want to pay attention to this, he really wanted to hold on tightly to this thin thread that had been lost.

In the section of the thin line, there is a paper kite soaring in the blue sky, carrying the hope of Zhou Di.

A man without hope is always dead!

Zhou Yan once died, so he didn't want to go!

Hold on tightly and don't let go.

The wind brings it, and the wind is bound to blow away! But the more the wind blows, the tighter the thread in the hand, and it will be drawn to the flesh and blood, to the marrow and to the soul, to be completely one with him. The more the wind blows, the higher the paper kite flies, and the stronger the wind, the flatter the paper kite flies. To fly to the heavens that have never been touched, the heavens above the heavens!

Until there, lost the blowing of the wind, lost the erosion of the rain, and even lost the attraction of the earth. There, embrace, true freedom.

Zhou Yan's heart is in the sky, in the high Nine Heavens, so he can no longer stand the entanglement and disturbance of the earth. The yellow sand is rolling and the dust is flying, and it is difficult to make his heart dusty.

So whether it was the bones on the ground or the ashes behind the bones, he could no longer see or touch them, as if they had never existed.

The devil who groans endlessly in the abyss, who hates the freedom in heaven, will tear the abyss apart and tear the white wings with its claws. The blood stained the feathers as white as snow, and also stained the silent night, and the flawless moon and stars in the sky.

It's this night!

It was night, Zhou Yan suddenly woke up, woke up from a dream, woke up from a nightmare.

Never had a nightmare, because for him life was a nightmare.

This long-lost nightmare came to him again tonight, but today's nightmare is a real dream.

He dreamed of a pair of hands, like the hands of a noble lady who is well-maintained but inevitably have some dehydration and wrinkles, like the hands of a beautiful woman such as clotted fat and white jade, like a man's muscles and muscles, strong and strong hands.

What kind of hands are these?

It was a pair of black, shriveled, wrinkled hands with nails like slender blades.

This hand pinched Zhou Yan's neck fiercely and refused to let go.

Zhou Yan struggled more and more, but this hand became harder and harder, and it was constantly changing, like an old woman's hand, like a beautiful woman's hand, like a man's hand, and then it became a child's hand, and finally it became a very thin hand

Whose hand is this?

This is Zhou Yan's own hand!

Why did Zhou Yan kill himself?

Because he actually forgot about himself!

Forgetting is betrayal! Forget and wait for death!

The sound was like a spell, a soul-inducing spell, reverberating in Zhou Yan's mind, reverberating and reverberating, and finally it was about to pry open his skull and carve it into his brain with the sharpest knife.

The sharp pain that comes from the brain makes life and death wander.

Why not die? Why can't you die?

Let me die......

Then Zhou Yan woke up, and he was lying on the bed very calmly.

This is Jiang Guangnai's room, this is not a guest room, but the second bedroom where the family sleeps.

The bed sheet is a brand new bed sheet that Zhang Zhixin has just laid out before, and the pillowcase is also a brand new pillowcase bought with the bed sheet.

It's the height of summer, and the air conditioner is turned on in the room, although it has been turned off regularly, but the room is still cold.

So, Zhou Yan broke out in a cold sweat, sweating through the sheets?

The brand-new pillowcase is full of tears, too, and it is completely wet!

How much water does this actually have to lose? No wonder Zhou Yan only felt dry at the moment.

However, the dry hands and tongue are dry but the heart.

What kind of dream is that? What kind of hand is it in the dream?

Zhou Yan was suddenly a little scared, not afraid of the nightmare, but afraid that he had forgotten the nightmare. Forgot the hand in that dream.

He hadn't forgotten a single day in the past ten years, but in the last few days, he hadn't remembered a single day.

To forget is to betray, to forget is to die!

Forgetting these, is he still Zhou Di?

Zhou Yan tried hard to remember, and then he panicked!

Why, can't think of anything?

The figure of the old woman gradually dimmed, the expression of the beautiful woman gradually stiffened, and the man no longer walked in the flames.

It's all coming to an end?

He can't remember what his grandmother looked like, he can't remember what his parents were like, he forgot his past, should the paleness bring him joy?

Those bad memories were cut to pieces and scattered in the sea.

Without the past, how can we carry the future?

Without the past, in what capacity will he live?

Without the past, who is Zhou Yan?

Something suddenly occurred to him, and he reached out to retrieve the worn-out backpack next to the bed.

An old tin box of biscuits with paint peeled off and rust was taken out from inside.