Qu Xi didn't understand what the old woman meant by "atonement", nor did she understand what tricks she was playing with this so-called "storytelling". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She looked at the old woman quietly for a moment before she raised her hands, crossed her arms, and smiled at the corners of her mouth.

Seeing her like this, the old woman muttered for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

*

The protagonist of the old woman's story is a child.

Because he is the protagonist, let's give him a code name, called Xiaohai.

Xiaohai is a silent boy. His silence stems from himself and from the environment in which he lives.

He has a capable and strong mother, as well as a peaceful and cowardly father. There may have been feelings between mother and father, and this kind of affection has nothing to do with love or family affection, but probably just a dependence on each other for warmth in the cold city, a habit, and a kind of waiting.

This feeling is fragile. Quarrels and violence filled Xiaohai's childhood, making him more and more silent and cold. He often sat quietly on the sofa while his mother was arguing with his father and even making a move, watching the animal world on the TV, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He likes to see the animal world, especially the scenes where animals hunt and mate. It was a pleasure that filled his whole heart, allowing him to immerse himself in his own world and find it difficult to extricate himself.

The glue in the small house became stronger and stronger, and finally one day, Xiaohai's mother first completed her waiting.

She found a man, a man several years younger than her, with a thin body and fair skin. She began to stay up at night, began to wear heavy makeup, and began to sneer at the cowardly man when he asked her where she had gone, like a lioness, defending her so-called love in a domineering manner.

She was indulged and lost, but it was not enough.

She wants to fly, she wants to be free, she wants to get out of this place that suffocates her completely.

She wanted a divorce, but the man was crying and kneeling to keep her. She was anxious and angry, and tried all kinds of difficulties, but the other party was still unmoved. Finally, one day, while negotiating again, an indescribable anger suddenly swept over what was left of her sanity, like boiling lava, flowing through her broken heart. When she finally came to her senses, in front of her was a broken body in a pool of blood.

She was a little flustered, and her fingers were shaking. She instinctively looked left and right, but didn't notice a pair of eyes peeking out of the door.

It's dark, it's bright, and it's cold.

She clumsily began to clean up the scene, only to make a mess with her hands in a hurry. She bought sharp knives and began to carry out her operations in the dirty toilet in the middle of the night. But she was inexperienced after all, and after trying several times, she reluctantly packed those bloody semi-finished products into her suitcase, drove to the suburbs, and finally buried them.

When the last pinch of dirt was covered, she let out a long sigh of relief.

On the drive home, she even began to think about how to go to a distant city and start her new life.

But when she got home, it all changed.

She never thought that she would be threatened by her own children. I never thought that I would become a slave to my own children.

It's not that she hasn't noticed Xiaohai's anomaly. Xiao Hai's heart is cold. One second he would hold the cat obediently, and the next he would drop it to death; He would sneak open the bedroom door while she was cheating, and watch their crazy actions quietly, even with a little smile on his face; He would also write in the weekly notebook to be handed to the teacher that I had a happy family, but on the back of the paper I wanted my mother to die, with an uninked pen.

However, even if she had discovered it before, she never thought that this boy would one day stand in front of her, like the oldest Chen politician, intimidating her with a single look.

Her crime did not escape Xiaohai's eyes, nor did she escape the mobile phone he got out of nowhere.

Xiaohai took all the initiative.

Even, he informed in advance that if he was killed by her, her affairs would also be exposed.

She humiliated herself under the boy. But then, she slowly found that surrender to the boy's calm gaze and the contempt that emanated from all over her body had become a habit, invaded her marrow, and ruled all her sanity.

Xiaohai is victorious.

Time passed day by day, Xiaohai became a teenager, a young man, and finally a man who could look down on her. Though he was neither tall nor strong, and his complexion and lips were like that of a girl, he stood before his mother like a god standing on an ant.

Yes, it's so strange that there is such a bond between them.

Xiaohai is irreversible.

He has his own set of rules.

Maybe it's his own character, or maybe it's because he has been exposed to it since he was a child, he seems extremely stubborn and extreme in the distinction between men and women. He never said he hated his mother, but he hated all the women in the world. He never said he hated his father, but he hated all the cowardly men in the world.

This hatred stimulated him, and he suddenly changed his personality when he became an adult. The silence of the past is gone, but replaced by gentleness and rhetoric in front of outsiders. He handled all human relations very well, especially when it came to women, he was humble and elegant, and his often smiling cheeks seemed to be silently bewitching, so that those women would willingly sacrifice their souls and dignity for him, and become the most loyal servants at his feet.

He seduces, he guides, he conquers.

He became not only a god in his mother's world, but also a god in the world of countless women.

Men are supreme, while women are just playthings that are not even human.

And his mother ......

I have already boiled my hair gray because I have been prostrate for too long, but because of habit, I never thought of leaving.

Whether it was habit, or love, or fear, she didn't know.

She only vaguely knew that everything was going to wake up and be over, so it was time for her to leave.

*

It was a rare sunny day in spring, but the air conditioning in this small café was turned on sufficiently, which made Qu Xi feel a little cold.

But her coldness not only comes from the cold air, but also from the old woman's lips one by one.

In a trance, the vast snow seems to be coming again.

But this time is different from the past, in the vast sky, there seems to be a pair of huge hands picking up the clouds and pushing away the snowflakes, as if they want to let the sun reappear in the sky.

Yes......

She groaned. My head hurts.

She stood up and bowed gently to the old woman's chin. She slowly left her position, out of the café, and out onto the street.

Mechanically extending her arms, she stopped a car.

Indicate a string of addresses.

Before the car sped away, she exhaled and muttered, thank you.