The sound of the glass breaking downstairs was no less shocking than the message on the screen, and as I stared at Kihara's bomb confession, the sound of "thud-" coming from downstairs seemed to be caused by the glass colliding with the raw floor tiles of the dining room. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I replied that there might be a thief in Kihara's house, so I casually took the steel crack of the 12-inch blade and cut it downstairs. The blade was so shiny that it flowed out of a blue light, and when you looked at it, you had the illusion of dripping blood.

My father's new ceramic work was auctioned at V University, so he was still out and about at this time. As for my mother, I hadn't seen her since I came back from school, and I probably went for a walk in the park behind the house.

My mother was a simple woman who spent almost most of her time in her own room, and she never spoke to anyone, except me.

When I first moved in, my neighbors didn't know it existed, thinking that my father was a single man with a daughter, and that he was accomplished, had a high-profile taste for life, and a face that was incommensurate with his actual age, like a poppy, and that would fall for both men and women.

When the doorbell rang one day, I opened the door and saw my neighbor's daughter, who was only three years older than me, dressed like a, coming to my father, who was standing less than an arm's length behind me, and she was frustrated and sad, like a puppet that only moves with a string, and I suddenly became angry and yelled at the outside the door: "Are you blind?" Can't see who she is? Then I slammed the door, and as soon as I turned around, my mother's tears burst out of my eyes and slammed on the floor, almost overlapping with the deafening sound of the door closing, but all I could hear was the breaking of the tears.

I clutched the long blade of the scissors, and it gave me a sense of security, having once stabbed a lizard to death. So I didn't need to be frightened at all, but walked like a fly to the dining room in the blink of an eye - next to the long dining table, two naked men with barely a trace of naked bodies hugging each other, heavy gasping and the man below was spitting each other's ** with his mouth, and the man who looked drunk and obscene was my father.

The crumbs of the glass were splashed on the side, and two steps could pierce the slut's feet, I am afraid that they had just fallen off when they were passionate and selfless, and when the two men were stunned to see me, the boy who was holding his head down and licking and sucking** The boy who looked so young that he was no more than 20 years old suddenly screamed when he saw the scissors in my hand, and I was more dangerous than those broken glass in his big frightened eyes.

It's not the first time I've bumped into my father's house on the spot, and it's not the first time I've been with a man, but it's just that he extended this filthy front to the restaurant, and I think when I eat there again, I think I'll think of the narrow aisle in the medieval cemetery of the Holy Child, which was rented by the church to vendors to sell barbecue and pies, and the stinking morgue with thousands of dead bodies just a stone's throw away from the vendors' steaming stalls selling food.

"Xiaoxi, are you back from school? Aren't you going to participate in the condolences of your classmates? ”

With a disapproving pride and even a little like to be admired by the onlookers, my father smiled and let go of the hand that caressed the boy, and wiped his thing clean with a tissue before picking up the clothes and putting them on, doing it slowly, not hesitating to let my eyes linger for a long time on his slender torso, which was tight and showed no signs of age.

The boy on the side was already shy and neatly dressed, his face was ashamed of the two reddest pieces in the burning clouds, his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were silent, if it were not combined with the fragrant pictures just now, his beautiful appearance with red lips and white teeth and timidity might be a boy who would cover his eyes when he saw a woman's corset hanging under the eaves.

Looking at the boy, suddenly for a moment I felt that it was really a pity for Yukieda to die after sexual intercourse on the stone bridge in Oka-cho. I'm sure no one sexually assaulted her, I'm sure.

I put down the murder weapon in my hand, and the faint light of the lamp almost buried most of my face in the darkness. In terms of impressions, I already look like a dark, troubled teenager with criminal tendencies, and I don't want to meet this boy again.

"The condolence event is tomorrow, and my mother will be back soon." I looked at the boy deliberately, and he smiled at me politely and politely, then turned to my father and whispered a few words, and he nodded lightly and pinched his silky face, and the two of them hurriedly said goodbye in the eyes that were still in love, and that look told "the follow-up is coming soon".

As soon as the boy left, his mother appeared in the hallway, her waist under the white dress, her long soft hair like the buds of a lily on her shoulders, still silent and silent, still desolate, shrunken, and penetrating in her heart...... She had read my smiling but increasingly eager expression, she knew that my hatred of this deformed family relationship would only be a squirming in the eyes and stomach, and she would never dare to spit out of her mouth, she nodded at me lightly, and said nothing, because my father was still in the dining room at that time, and the crystal curtain could not block his eyes as sharp as the warrior Linseis, which could penetrate the gaze of ordinary things and people's hearts, like a sharp blade cutting stones, and it was very stifling. Mother stepped upstairs, the hem of her skirt pressed against her pale and slender calves, her thin back suffocating.

I was just about to go back to my room, but my father gently called out, "Xiaoxi, sit down and let's talk." ”

Despite my reluctance, I walked obediently, he was my father, a man who had to rely on him to give me soup and spoons when I scooped and drank it, and I was not yet able to disobey him.

"Talk about your mother—"

I had just sat down in my chair and suddenly bounced up, as if I had been shot by a poisoned arrow, "You promised me not to talk about my mother, anything else." Like the Jews in the 14th century, the subject of Christianity was deeply dangerous and frightened.

"You sit down, sit down first." The perfumed slender fingers pressed against my shoulders, and the overwhelming weight of the boulder crushing my bones made me sit back in my chair in obedience, and he still faced me with a gentle voice and a smile, always acting like the most elegant gentleman, except when he hit me.

"Okay, let's not talk about my mother, let's talk about your classmate, the one who died on the news."

My heart began to beat like a drum, and the sound of warning whistled in my chest.

"It didn't take long, it was last night, right? After supper—" He leaned in with a straight nose as a peak, his dark brown pupils as cold as the desert night wind, though smiling, "you ran out, where did you go?" ”

His breathing involuntarily quickened, and he was about to stop, and his heart was terrified over and over again: he must have found that thing...... I know that at this time, you must not lie.