At five o'clock in the morning, I was woken up by a cacophony of noise.

It was still just dawn, I slept too late yesterday, I wasn't too awake, I lay on the bed for a while, understood what was going on outside, I sighed, resigned myself to getting up and cleaning up the mess.

Before I could walk into the guest bedroom, there was a fierce sound of the door closing downstairs, and the sound of footsteps was very urgent, and the direction was towards my house.

Thinking about the combat effectiveness of the eldest sister downstairs, I frowned, God, when you buy a house in the future, you have to find out the ancestors of the neighbors, especially the neighbors downstairs.

Sure enough, as I imagined, the door was smashed roughly, and if I hadn't opened it right away, it would probably have ended up as a brand of security doors that had been built up with great difficulty by a certain brand of security doors known for its sturdy quality.

Pulling out a smiling face, I opened the door: "Sister Zhou, I'm sorry ......"

The words were still in my mouth, and the other party had already pulled open the door and drilled in, and the red pajamas with floral patchwork almost blinded my dog eyes, and Sister Zhou's speech was so fast that she couldn't allow me to interject: "What's going on in your family?" Can you still have a bit of social morality? What time is it? Yes? Some? I don't sleep well early in the morning and wake up to be a demon! This was originally your freedom, I can't control it, but we live upstairs and downstairs, and the floor of your house is the roof of my house, so the harsh sound of falling things and dragging stools, you don't get annoyed when you listen to it? I'll put up with it once or twice, you always have 20 days a month like this, and we can sleep a whole night enough to meet the standard of firecrackers to celebrate! Looking for you again and again, can you get face? There are things that are raised by mothers and fathers! This is not your bungalow alley. If you can't get used to living upstairs, go back to your hometown in the countryside! ......" After that, Sister Zhou's scolding became louder and louder, and the words became more and more ugly, and several times, I really couldn't bear it and wanted to stretch out my hand and pinch off her head that had been noisy.

Finally, when she had scolded enough, I rushed downstairs, I had been scolded so badly that I had no temper, closed the door, leaned against the door frame, and thought about why I tolerated her again and again, I am not a good person.

I'll admit, the noise coming out of the house is a bit unbearable. And the vast majority of people have more or less wake-up gas. In the state of being woken up, the degree of anger should be multiplied by ten, and it is normal for the downstairs to listen to the unaccustomed to running up to find it.

But their family, if I'm not mistaken, a family of three. I have a son who is in his third year of high school. The family's schedule. It's all because my son is going to high school. At five o'clock every morning, it is basically the time for high school students to get up, wash, eat and prepare for school, even if it is a little noisy. It's not enough for them to rest. But this eldest sister, as long as I make a little noise at this point in my house every day, she will come to the door like crazy, scold indiscriminately, and only go back when the scolding is enough.

If it weren't for what I saw that day, I think she would have been gone.

That day, I returned late, and before I arrived at the door, I saw Sister Zhou squatting at the door of my house like a husky, her fat body was pressed against the door, with an angry expression, and from time to time she slammed the door and shouted: "Open the door!" Open the door! Open the door! The tone was high enough to penetrate several floors of reinforced concrete partitions.

Thinking that he might be frightened at home, I rushed over and pulled the old woman away: "What are you doing?" Like a shrew! ”

Sister Zhou saw that it was me, grabbed me by the collar, and sprayed over with a mouthful of spittle mixed with bad breath: "My son finally took a day off, and he was sleepy after reading the book and wanted to sleep for a while, and the movement in your house will be endless!" I'm telling you, I don't care if you want to have a dog or a cat, you can't bother my son! Why don't you educate your pesky pet well! Otherwise, I'll sue you from the property! ”

It may be that hearing the movement above, the door downstairs quickly opened, and a figure jumped out not long after, it was a big boy with a somewhat pale face, his eyes were blue, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and the pressure brought by the life of the third year of high school was obvious to him.

As soon as Sister Zhou saw her son coming, she turned around like a dominatrix and turned into a mother's heart: "Xiao Yi, did you wake up?" The next moment, she saw that the boy was only wearing a thin and autumn coat, and he couldn't help but shiver in the stairwell where the wind was constantly wearing all year round, and hurriedly took off the ridiculous red pajamas he was wearing and draped them on his son: "Alas, Xiaoyi, why did you run out with so little clothing, what if you catch a cold again?" You're heavy on schoolwork now, and you can't get sick again. Quick, go back with Mom. After saying that, I picked up my son and went downstairs, forgetting that I hadn't finished educating me, and that she herself had only a suspender left after taking off her red pajamas, and the cold wind blew, and I could even clearly see goosebumps on her body.

No matter how bad Sister Zhou is, just because she is a good mother, she deserves to live well, watching her son start a family and grow up to be a person. I still have anger at her, and I still have a headache when I see her, but the murderous intent is no longer there.

I often wonder if if she had been so strong, would my life have been very different now.

Gently put down the food I bought, I was a little reluctant to take out a few chairs in the guest bedroom and put them away, and then went downstairs to buy some floor leather and lay them carefully.

But I would still be woken up at four or five o'clock in the morning, and after a short time I would be scolded by my downstairs neighbor with a chicken coop on my head, and I would drag out the chair that had been abused a thousand times and put it away. Then, the next day continued, like a soap opera at eight o'clock every day, and even the actors were always the same people.

I kind of regret that this kind of life is not what I want, I have grown up, and the past is unbearable. Even in the darkest corner and deepest abyss, at least I have never lost the heart of looking up at the sky, and I am working hard to make my life wonderful and decent.

When I was young and ignorant in the past, I liked an ancient text in junior high school the most, Ai Lian said: Yu Du Ai Lian out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, no vines and no branches, fragrant far and clear, pavilion net planting, can be seen from a distance and can not be blasphemed.

Even if he was born in the smelly mud, he still has the right to turn his heart to the light, and his only wish at that time was if he became a father one day. He would never let his child have a childhood as miserable as his.

When he knows the existence of the child, he looks forward to the birth of the child, and accompanies his gentle wife every day to educate and exercise prenatally, and care for her to give birth to a healthy child.

This child doesn't need to be pretty, smart, well-behaved, or cute, but he will definitely give the child all the love and care he can give. Let the child grow up carefree and become a person. Protect your child. Not to be harmed in the slightest.

He believes that he will definitely become a good father, even if his father is hopelessly scumbag, he can still be a good bamboo shoot.

But now it seems. All this willingness is so ridiculous!

Stand on the street. Looking at the men and women who walked past him. or glamorous, or descriptive, these are all appearances. Good-looking. The heart is not necessarily pure, and what looks obscene may have inner beauty.

It's just a pair of skins, and after a hundred years, it's all a pile of ashes, what beauty and ugliness can you see? But how many people can't see through this, in the world of flowers, drunk and golden, dressed up like a human, and their private lives are chaotic enough to make people jaw-dropping.

It's just a bunch of hypocrites and. Everyone has the potential for betrayal, the difference is only how high they set a price for themselves. Some people are still villains who have to be thorough, everything is measured by money, they go for money, and some people have to pull some fig leaf for themselves, what true love is invincible, and they hate to see each other late.

Think of the people who died, what they did to see their children die in front of their eyes, they were crying and shouting and begging him to spare themselves. What is the value of other people's lives at the moment of life and death? Finally, they abandoned their usual appearance of decent men and gentlemen, and were just poor dogs.

Hehe, how ridiculous! I think he also believed in that man and that woman at the beginning.

He's ridiculous, changing women is faster than changing clothes, and often he doesn't recognize who is who, and he changes it again - yes, you read that right, he, the man who gave him half of his DNA, can take one concubine after another to his house in front of that woman, not to mention, the women he brought back, Huan Fat Yan Thin, really beautiful, even at a young age, they know how to be beautiful and ugly, they are much better looking than that woman.

Then the woman would only cry, and she would cry in her room. Her cry was particularly suppressed, like a chicken pinched by the neck, immersed in the desperate roar of life and death. The ridiculous voice of the man's love for the other woman always came through the thick walls, and then she cried more and more miserably, which made him chill all over his body at a young age.

But there are certain days when a man comes back alone, and then the woman's eyes will shine with a light that he can't understand, adding a lot of brilliance to her ordinary face, and he will find that the woman is really beautiful sometimes.

Unfortunately, there are too few such days, and most of the time, she will cry weakly, and then wipe away her tears and go to the kitchen to make something to eat.

The woman's craft is very good, and this is probably the only thing she can do. Otherwise, why didn't she even invite a maid in a mansion in Nuoda, she did it all herself.

I still remember that day, the man brought back a woman, and soon after he got into the house, the two went out again, until midnight, and there was no more incident, he lay in his room, and for the first time in the world, he did not hear the woman's suppressed cry, and it was rare to have a good night's sleep.

But the next morning, the woman didn't call him breakfast, and was late for school with him, so he didn't think much about it, put on his clothes and ran away.

Then, when he returned, all he saw was the red and blue light of the ambulance, shining on his face. The man stood by the door in a daze, his face a little sad.

From the chatter of the neighbors, he learned that the woman had committed suicide. She had taken two full bottles of sleeping pills and should have died last night. But neither of them noticed that the man was too accustomed not to go home, and that he was too rare to enjoy a moment of peace.

By the time the woman was found, the body was hard. The ambulance came just to go through the motions.

That was the first time he understood what death was. A person you know very well will never come back to your life again, no matter how many times you dream back in the middle of the night, you cry so much that your voice is hoarse, and you can no longer see her suddenly rushing up to hug you and comfort you.

Since then, he has been used as a human punching bag by that man. He knew that the man hated the woman. How could this kind of man, who values his reputation more than his life, accept that a well-behaved and obedient woman who has been oppressed by him all this time actually uses death to fight and escape. With the genes that obviously belong to her, he has become the best target for venting.

He always went back to his house after being beaten and bruised, stared blankly at the ceiling, and kept imagining in his mind what a warm picture it would be if one day he grew up and got married, or if the woman hadn't died, she would feed him at least three times a day, sign the rolls he brought home, and care if he was sick.

So in this anticipation, he grew up day by day, and finally left home, no longer having to worry about being rudely dragged out of bed and beaten while he could fall asleep, and he could laugh and play with his peers, which made him feel like a person for the first time in twenty years.

Fortunately, in terms of money, the man never lost him. That man has money, and it can be seen from his residence and changing women like a marquee that he has money, and this little living expense, it is estimated that the man will not care.

But it was a shame to take the money given by the man, and he hated why he didn't have the ability to stand on his own, why he still accepted his handouts in a low voice, and he couldn't wait to get rid of the man.

So after graduating from college, he gave up the escort, gave up the graduate school entrance examination, quickly found a job that could support himself, and then neatly eliminated the man from his life.

It's been seven years, seven years, it's not long, it's not short. He would have received a call from that man.

On the day of their meeting, he finally fell into a demon.

He thinks that some people are born without the love of their parents, they can't love, and having a child is completely an instinct and an accident.

Then he found out that the man's unlove was only for himself.

What it was like to be disgusted by his biological parents, he didn't dare to think about it, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but kill him. That would be dirty his hands at all, that man has AIDS, he already has the symptoms of the disease, he won't live long, and he doesn't need to do anything.

Or, perhaps, he thinks it is much more fun to let him decay slowly, little by little, and die a painful death than to stab him to death, because any kind of painful death is cheaper for him! (To be continued.) )