Many times, things happen that way that surprises people and doesn't expect them.

It's like, the result of the expectation has finally arrived, but I feel a little lost and boring.

For example, you made an appointment with your friend to go to the club, and on the way there, it was like a chicken blood, and you fantasized about all kinds of beautiful scenes in your mind, which was extremely exciting.

But when you really order a 398 package and enjoy it, you feel that the money is really not worth it.

Fang Zhe, at least that's what he thinks.

He would never have thought that he would meet this woman in the third hospital in the past tense, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was not so surprising.

After all, when I was a child, I had heard that this woman was taken by the neighborhood committee somewhere and locked up, and she never appeared on the corner of the street for a while.

Later, the woman didn't know if she ran out on her own or was released.

When I went to school, I was fortunate enough to be the son of this woman in the mouth of the group of classmates who bullied me.

When I was walking on the street, I was lucky enough to be scared by this woman a few times.

She is the wandering girl.

From beginning to end, Fang Zhe didn't know the other party's name, and only called each other a homeless girl.

The woman was the same as she used to be, her floral dress had not yet been completely filled with dirty gray, and her long hair was not so dirty that it stuck to her face like kelp.

It's just that it's still that unkempt, beggar look.

It's still the thin figure, the dull face, and a pair of eyes are constantly looking for something in the building.

The wandering woman stood at the entrance of the staircase, heard a sound behind her, and turned her head to look over.

Fang Zhe, standing in the middle of the floor.

Strange doctor, slowly approaching with a knife.

Three people, forming a straight line, like three dots, are evenly dotted on this straight line.

Fang Zhe pondered, the matter has come to this, give it a go, and maybe the bicycle will become a motorcycle.

No, maybe this little life will be saved.

In the corridor, a sentence immediately sounded, and the voice was so high-pitched and loud.

"Mom! Help, Mom! Someone is going to cut your son! ”

...

The strange doctor stood in place, a little stunned.

Even if he is as perverted as he is, bloody and cruel as him, he would never have expected that things would turn out like this.

He watched and listened to the young man he was chasing, and called out to a woman not far away to say Mom.

Then, the space shattered, like a glass mirror reflecting reflections, and suddenly cracked into several pieces.

When he came back to his senses, whether it was the young man or the unknown woman, he disappeared without a trace.

He looked at the blood on the blade in his hand to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and that it had just happened.

It's really weird.

The strange doctor continued to be stunned in place for a long time, and then slowly left, holding the knife, looking for the other remaining mice.

This time, he was no longer walking while holding a scalpel against the wall.

No longer humming an inexplicable minor tune.

His mood is not beautiful.

...

After shouting out the long-lost and somewhat unfamiliar title, Fang Zhe saw a white mist in front of him.

Subsequently, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was no longer in the No. 5 inpatient building, not even in the No. 3 Hospital.

He went home, to be precise, back to that familiar street, the street that he had to pass through every time he went to and from school.

It's just that the weather is not very good, the rainstorm hits, the air is foggy, the sound of falling rain is very loud, the raindrops hit the face, fell on the wound on the thigh, it hurt.

The streets were deserted, as if it were early in the morning, and the rain was falling violently, leaving the distant scene in a fog.

The homeless woman not far away has returned to her appearance in the real world.

The clothes were ragged, and the floral skirt was filled with dirty gray, and the color faded noticeably. The kelp-like hair, which was already wrapped in mud, was washed by the rain and clung to the face.

She was barefoot, and her figure was thin, as if the rain would wash away her paper-thin body.

With her head tilted slightly to the left, the woman seemed a little excited and a little incredulous.

She slowly approached Fang Zhe, and with each step, her widening eyes added a fierce look.

"Kid? My baby? ”

"It's not you ... Not you... My baby... Not you. ”

"Why are you lying to me!"

The woman let out a sharp howl and ran towards Fang Zhe quickly, two hands as thin as twigs, and grabbed Fang Zhe's neck tightly.

A strong feeling of suffocation rushed straight to my mind.

Fang Zhe didn't resist, he couldn't resist, there were signs of poisoning in his thigh, and now that half of his leg was no longer conscious, as if he was completely paralyzed.

The woman threw down Fang Zhe, pressed him to the ground, and choked her neck, not knowing where her two thin hands came from so much strength.

He thought that it was better to die at the hands of a wandering woman than at the hands of the strange doctor.

At the very least, I called someone Mom, and then they brought me out.

Although the other party took advantage of himself, he deceived others anyway.

Moreover, this kind of deception is more deadly than a lie.

Just like someone who has never seen the sun, who has been looking for light in the dark, you not only tell the other person how warm and pleasant the sunlight is, but you also promise the other person to take the other person to appreciate the real sunshine.

Then, when the other party is full of expectations, you say again, there is no light in this world at all.

Killing, punishing the heart.

Fang Zhe couldn't breathe anymore, his two eyes rolled upward, and his face was flushed, even if the cold rain slapped indiscriminately on his face, it couldn't make him sober up.

Consciousness is gradually blurring.

Fang Zhe thought in his heart, perhaps, he would not regret dying like this, after all, before he died, he shouted, "Mom".

Even if this "mom" is not the person you expect in your heart.

When he was dying, he didn't know that in his spiritual world, all the doors were opened, and in the depths of each door, there was an abnormal strange aura.

There is only one door, which is always closed.

The rain was pouring down, splashing countless small droplets.

A bald-headed fat monk came over with a smile and folded his hands: "Donor, stop." ”

No one knows why Monk Hui Bing is here, maybe only he knows.

The wandering woman grabbed Fang Zhe's neck, not so hard at first, and then slowly let go.

I don't know if the monk's words played a role, or if she found it in her conscience.

In short, the rain washed on the face of the wandering woman, and her face was full of water, and I don't know if it was rain or tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes.

The woman suddenly went mad and began to laugh, and laughed very sadly.

"Ahem, ahem."

Fang Zhe, who took a sharp breath, was a little clearer, thanks to this heavy rain, the rain slapped indiscriminately on his face, it was really fucking painful.

He lay on the ground, soaking wet, his eyes looking at the gray, rain-falling sky, and said, "I'm sorry." ”

The woman's cry was louder.

"I promise you, I will help you find your child."

Fang Zhe's words were half a sentence, and what he originally wanted to say was, "I promise you that I will definitely help you find your lost child, whether he is alive or dead." ”

But he thought that if this sentence was said in its entirety, perhaps the monks would not be able to stop this woman today.

The woman stared at Fang Zhe for a long time, until she slowly got up, shaking her head and muttering, "It's not you... My baby... Not you... ”

The wandering woman slowly disappeared at the end of the rain-filled street.

Monk Huibing always had a smile on his face, and he waited until the wandering girl had completely left, then he walked to Fang Zhe's side, picked up the person on the ground, and carried it on his shoulder.

The monk was stupidly happy.

"Superior, you are really superior."

Fang Zhe's eyelids were heavy, he slowly closed his eyes, and before he fell into a coma, he chuckled, thinking about this mother, and screamed without loss.