Hurt!

Deep into the bone marrow!!

Heart-wrenching!!

His head seemed to explode, and his skin was torn inch by inch. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a sound and it was very soft.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt......" repeats three words, and it works like a spell.

The cold hand caressed the forehead, and the liquid was injected into the blood vessels. The pain slowly subsided.

August.

Yellow Calendar XV.

The thin girl squatted on the threshold, looked up to see a glimmer of the sky, and muttered: "It's so fast, it's another year." ”

There was a faint singing, a rough singing.

……

When the son finally opened his eyes, he tried to get up, and immediately retched in pain. Knowing that he is still alive, his heart is a little reassured. Tears swept across the eyes, and the roof was low, with small black light bulbs hanging from it.

He was lying on the bed, smelling foul, covered with a quilt for an unknown number of years, and sticky and damp where he touched the flesh. He tried his best to look away, and there was nothing in the four walls. There is only one bed in the room, and two steps are outside.

The son smiled bitterly, he knew this place very well.

In the slums, between the two houses, a bed becomes a "home".

A sallow face was condescending, and suddenly leaned over. He looked at it and grinned: "Awake?" ”

The son asked tentatively, "You saved me?" ”

"It's not a rescue, it's picked up. Throw it out when it's dead, and throw it out when it's alive. "It's a woman, speaking Thai Chinese.

"Isn't it a kitten or a puppy, pick it up and play with it?" The son smiled bitterly, but still said sincerely: "Thank you, I will repay you in the future." ”

"No, no, no." The woman waved her hand and refused: "You sick ghost, how can you thank me?" To steal? To grab? I don't want to save a robber. ”

The son frowned and said no more. People like her have been struggling at the bottom all the year round, and they don't know what kind of tragedy they have experienced, so there must be something wrong with their heart. It doesn't make sense, it can't be explained, and if it's annoyed, it will do terrible things.

Cold sweat instantly leaked out of his body, and his son bowed like a shrimp, and couldn't stop wailing: "It hurts...... Help me...... It hurts......"

The woman looked at him with empty eyes, looked at him in a daze, sat down on the edge of the bed after a while, stroked her son's forehead, and repeated: "It doesn't hurt anymore...... It doesn't hurt anymore......"

Sure enough, it was her, and the son was sure that the voice was not a dream. But at this moment, it is no longer magical, the pain is not reduced at all, as if it is about to tear the soul, and the mouth is full of blood.

"Save me......" the son prayed.

"Save you?" The woman got up, and a knock-off handbag hung on the wall, and she took out white flour in it. Dilute it with water in a spoon, turn a syringe out of the garbage heap, and inhale the liquid.

Shaking his hand at his son, he smiled and said, "Do you want it?" ”

The throat suddenly itched incomparably, like a dehydrated person meeting a sweet spring and just wanting to swallow it. There were 10,000 ants gnawing all over the body, the brain was buzzing, and snot and tears were flowing uncontrollably all over the face.

The son knew that he was addicted to drugs.

The heart said no, but the mouth shouted happily: "Quick, give me a needle!! ”

The woman smiled, came with all the money, and skillfully found the blood vessels. The tip of the needle punctures the skin and pushes in the impurity fluid.

Cool, the whole arm is numb and cold.

The pain subsided rapidly, and thoughts flew into the clouds, imaginative, colorful.

……

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark.

There was no one by the bedside, only the son himself.

He lay on the bed, salivating at the corners of his mouth and sobbing silently.

Hate yourself for being so uncompromising, and you have fallen into a drug addiction.

He was extremely tired and extremely sober. Tossing and turning, I can't sleep. Hearing the noise outside the house, knowing that the guess was correct, hidden in the slums of the city, the air was filled with the smell of fishy noise and the strange smell of rotting food.

When he opened his eyes and saw the sky faint, all the chaos was calm, and his son turned his head slightly, and saw a person pushing the door in. It was the first time her son had scrutinized her.

In the backlight, the body is thin and small, like an underdeveloped monkey. A head of half-length and not short messy hair, dyed burgundy. He is not very old, but he is already old, the foundation cannot hide the fine lines at the corners of the eyes, and the chin is slightly wrinkled like an old man. A pair of hemp legs under the shorts, an empty suspender T-shirt, and two arms that are sallow and bloodless.

The woman was very tired, slumped her shoulders and hung her head, hung her handbag on the wall, and took off her clothes one by one.

The son is not a good person, but he also knows how to repay the favor, and turns his head to stare at the small light bulb on the roof.

The woman took out a laundry tub and poured two buckets of water outside with a bucket. Then she sat down in the basin and washed herself, and she washed it so delicately, as if she was rubbing precious stones under her palm.

After washing, he put on simple clothes and pants and leaned against his son.

It's cold, I don't know if it's cold, or if it's just like that. The son moved, he didn't like cold skin, like a dead man.

The woman lit a cigarette for herself, and the fire flickered on and off, and the smoke blew on her son's face, and asked, "Get one?" ”

Son: "No. ”

"Men don't smoke yet? Boring. ”

"Also, I don't think it's boring, but I still want to live a few more years." The son suddenly asked, "What do you call it?" ”

"Ah Jing" the woman replied, "Does it sound good?" ”

There was a smile on the corner of his son's mouth: "It's good, your surname is Ah?" ”

Silent.

The cigarette butt turns dark and is caught between your fingers.

It burned for half a minute, and it burned the woman, she hurriedly snuffed it out and said with a smile: "There is no surname." ”

"Why?" My son was weak and his mind did not recover. He didn't know he was poking someone in the wound at this point, and if it had been three days ago, he would never have asked that.

Silence again.

The woman's eyes were shining, and she smiled freely: "Only when you have a father can you have a surname." ”

She stopped answering questions, half-leaning and half-sitting, her eyes staring into the darkness and humming softly.

"When you were born into this world."

"Your parents have made a dream come true."

"A dream come true."

……

"You're a special kid."

"Whenever you cry, they will be there for you to take care of you."

"How many seasons have come and gone, and now so many years have passed."

"You've finally grown up."

"You still seem to hate your parents, why do you think they are wrong."

"You're so lonely, you don't have any friends around."

"And son, you are now breaking down in tears."

……

The morning light was blue-gray, silent and silent.

The woman's singing is not beautiful, but slightly clumsy and ridiculously ugly.

The son couldn't laugh, and the corners of his eyes were sour: "What song is this?" ”

"I don't know."

"Where did you learn it?"

"My mom taught me, and before I could ask for a name, she died."

The son asked, "Which jing are you?" That's a lot. Seeing the woman's sad face, the son said interestingly: "I'll teach you one?" ”

"Okay." The woman was refreshed.

"Two horizontal, two vertical, this is the well. The easiest, the best to remember. The son scratched on her palm, slightly itchy, and the woman curled her fingers. Smile at him: "I can write my name." ”