It's best not to ask about people who are struggling to live like this, and don't do unnecessary care, sympathy is a matter of adding to the snake, and being able to deal with it easily is a great favor for this person. He treats him half like a friend, half like an elder, and sends out work when it's time to do it, and goes out for a walk when it's time to take him out, just like before.

There is only one, he never tells Liao Qiuli when he goes to Tongcheng, and he doesn't say anything when he goes to the towns near Tongcheng. He didn't say it more than two years ago, and he still can't say it more than two years later, he knows that he just looks unprosperous on the surface, and he will laugh and joke when he sees others in pairs, and he will never look up to the north when he sees the northern geese flying south, and occasionally there are one or two Central Plains dishes on the dinner table, and he can also stretch out his chopsticks and pick up a few chopsticks to eat it.

Is this a healing of pain? No. This is a fatal wound that cannot be cured, it hurts when you touch it, and you can only wrap it up and press it down vigorously, not letting it float, otherwise you can't help but want to die at every turn.

Zhao Zhongming was entrusted by Liao Shixiang and paid special attention to this fifth young man, and his living quarters were arranged next door to him. It's been a better time, when I first arrived, almost every night I could hear the movement of this nightmare, shouting the name of another person one after another, how much sorrow do you have to bear to come out of such a terrible voice?

All an outsider can do is to shake him awake, get out of the nightmare of bitter wind and rain or bloody rain, return to the present world where there is little hope, and then pour him a glass of warm white water, and say a few words as light and tasteless as warm white water, or when he asks him if he has said anything, tell him that you didn't say anything, rest assured to sleep, if you can't sleep, Uncle Zhao will chat with you for a while. He always said that he was fine, I couldn't help arguing with you, you go back to sleep, you're tired all day, don't worry, it will be fine one day.

Someday it will be fine, but when will it be? Don't wait for that day to kill yourself.

Only one night, Zhao Zhongming did not walk away quietly as usual, he looked at Liao Qiuli fixedly, and asked him: Wu'er, do you want to die? Liao Qiuli glanced up at him, his eyes were facing each other, and some words were not understood, but he could only understand when he saw them. In the words, the world is peaceful, but there is no grass in the eyes, the eyes can never hide from people, and the joys and sorrows of life and death will show clues around the eyes. The eyes of people who want to die have no light, and they can't get in any light, as if they are a deep and bottomless cave, and they can't get out if they go in.

Liao Qiuli's eyes are such a bottomless pit, his pupils are not colorful, and his gods are not guarded.

It can only be said that it is not the time for this person to be gone, if it is gone in advance, before this person can see his mind clearly, he may not pull such a big hole in his heart, but he must be at the moment when he vaguely understands his thoughts, and he wants to detain peace after he withholds it, so that this person will occupy his heart for a lifetime, and guilt will make the original unsweet affection become another bitter affection, after many years, can not be forgotten, from now on can never love others.

"Tell you a story. There is a man in the story, and there is a woman who is a man's childhood sweetheart, quite old-fashioned, that is, when the man is married and the woman is married, the two families set the date of marriage, everyone thinks that this is a sure thing, but in the end there is no good harvest, the woman is gone, the man is a thief, he has been a bandit for many years, he robbed the wrong person once, almost died, was redeemed by the Liao family at that time, healed his injuries, stayed in the Western Regions, and became the shopkeeper of the Liao family's Western Regions General Taikou. ”

Whose story it is telling is clear, and there is no need for the person who said it to make a commentary, and the person who listens can understand it.

"Why do you say this, I just want to sue you, life is such a/bastard thing, never follow anyone's will, saying that everything is good is the New Year's festival to ask for auspicious words, in fact, who dares to take it seriously? In the same way, who knows whether it is true or not, you want to die because you can see the person you want to see after death? Who is so sure that you will see it? Whether there are six realms of reincarnation or not, even if there are, how do you know that the person you want to see can be reincarnated in humanity? How do you know that you have the fate to meet? It's better to be alive. Once that breath in your throat is broken, you as a person are gone, and a piece of your past is also sunk into the dust, who can draw a stroke on the desert sunset? When it comes to cold food, someone will burn a stick of incense for you, burn a few Mo paper money, drink two glasses of wine, and even cry. What about that man, who burned a stick of incense for him? Who burns paper money for him? Who will pour two cups of wine on his grave to lay him in mourning? Even if you live, you have to live, otherwise, he will be a lonely ghost who can't eat and worship! ”

Liao Qiuli pulled the quilt up and buried himself, buried in it and cried loudly, Zhao Zhongming only heard one or two choked voices when he cried until he couldn't hold back his voice, he patted him on the back, and when he was tired of crying and fell asleep, he helped him cover the quilt, and then returned to his own place. The next day, Liao Qiuli went out to work with a pair of swollen eyes, although he was not so energetic, but there was no bottomless darkness in his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, there were two cold and summer heats, and Liao Qiuli was still single. At the beginning, there was still that enthusiastic desire to protect him and pull fiber, but later he was blocked back by Zhao Zhongming, and no one got together to ask for fun. He was like a lonely goose, flying alone.

On this day, the work was completed, and the master invited the craftsmen who did the work to eat a good meal as a reward. It was good, until a wonton stuffed with mushrooms and shrimps was served, this wonton soup was very strange, not put winter vegetables, green onions, coriander, a handful of spicy millet red peppers sprinkled on the count, other craftsmen complained in their hearts at most, Liao Qiu couldn't leave, a face changed color, he didn't care about the number of courtesies, hurriedly confessed to the master's house, pushed that he was uncomfortable and withdrew from the table, hurriedly ran to the stove room, and broke into the stove room. He was called by a man's name, and there was no response when he was dumb, and the people in the stove looked at him with a strange look, either sympathetic or lively, and after a while, he came back to his senses and withdrew by himself.

Retreated to a no-man's land, squatted down, and slowly took out a handful of honey cakes from his purse, this kind of sugar cake is made of honey, the kind that is so sweet that it can kill people alive, stuffed a large piece into his mouth, choked after eating a bite, and the stem was in his throat, so sweet that he cut his throat, and choked as sweet as honey, so as to kill the two eyes that were full of tears.

Zhao Zhongming chased after him, watching him break into the stove room and call that person with a bloody voice, as if he was in a nightmare. Watching him wake up by the gazes of others, he stopped at a loss. Watching him slowly withdraw, he walked to a place where no one took out a handful of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, full of mouthfuls, and stuffed it if he couldn't stuff it, his cheeks were swollen and separated from each side like a fish out of water, and then he really choked, choked so hard that even the tears were blocked, and the tears that were about to burst from the side of his eyes slowly melted back into his eyes. He didn't go up to disturb him, at this time the people of the past were the most impersonal, and shoehorning those superfluous concerns into a person who was about to let the old wound break down would only hasten his collapse, it was better to stand still and wait for him to say what he needed.

That night, Liao Qiuli went to Zhao Zhongming and told him what he needed, "Uncle Zhao, I want to go to Tongcheng...... I heard that the government built a mound for him over there...... Nothing else, just go over and take a look, put on the incense, and sit for a while......"

"Good. I'll go with you. ”

"No need, there are a lot of things to do here in Taikou, and it's not good to go for a few days, so it's not good to make a lot of mistakes......"

"Either let me go with me or don't." Zhao Zhongming was the leader of the mountain bandits many years ago, and in his heyday, he had more than 200 people under his hands, even if he has washed his hands now, he still has the same temperament.

“…… It's okay, then please trouble Uncle Zhao to prepare, I want to leave in the afternoon. ”

"Okay."