"It's this dream again."

Fang Zhe looked at the familiar flames around him, his eyes as calm as water.

In less than ten years since that incident, Fang Zhe would fall into such a dream every once in a while. That familiar house, furniture. The flame that burns all but has no heat. and the corpse that gradually became unrecognizable in the flames.

It was a day of disaster that he will never forget, but sadly, all memories of the fire are fragmented.

After seeing a doctor, Fang Zhe learned that this is called post-traumatic stress disorder, which is also known as "PTSD".

"The second set of broadcast gymnastics for middle school students, the times are calling, start now, the first session...

As the alarm clock of his mobile phone rang, Fang Zhe slowly opened his eyes. He directly reached under the pillow, habitually unplugged the charging cable at the end of the phone, then turned off the alarm clock, and then clicked on the most popular social software Ailang Web on the home screen.

This is Fang Zhe's habit of getting up for ten years, first looking at his mobile phone to come back to his senses, so that his brain can stay awake and not sleepy.

Open the current news hot search on the web, and the first eye-catching red "explosion" news comes into view.

"After investigation, it was confirmed that Ms. Shui Tao, a well-known artist, committed suicide this morning."

Fang Zhe instantly clicked on the news in disbelief, and several messages in the news were related to Ms. Peach, such as she was rumored to have suffered from depression before her death, rumors of disorderly private life, and online violence, and other old news were turned out.

Fang Zhe blandly browsed all kinds of related news and the comments of netizens below, looking at the surprisingly unanimous words of regret and shock, he blurted out lightly: "Let's go." ”

This female artist is something he has always liked and admired, but in his memory, the artist was indeed abused by netizens during his lifetime. When the news of today's death came out, there were more voices of mourning and regret than the usual abusive voices combined, and even clicked on the avatars of several of the top commentators, Fang Zhe was surprised to find that several comments posted by the user a few months ago were still criticizing the artist's dress, which was incomprehensible to him.

"It seems that several artists have committed suicide recently due to depression."

Fang Zhe thought about it carefully, and just as he was about to continue browsing some relevant information, suddenly a voice sounded, and the screen showed a whisper call, and the note name was "Wu'er Liangzi." ”

"Hey, I picked it up so quickly, it looks like you must have just woken up and were looking at your phone."

A familiar and warm voice came from the earpiece, it was Fang Zhe's little Liu Liang.

This Liu Liang is a fart worm in Fang Zhe's eyes, and he loves to play with Fang Zhe since he was a child. The two are neighbors and are also small, and they grew up together in Licheng since childhood. Kindergarten began in the same class, when they were in elementary school, they were not together, Liu Liang was reluctant to go to class, crying and making trouble, and finally his father was forced to go to the school to find the teaching director to give a gift, so the two were arranged in the same class again.

The two of them were not in the same class in junior high school, but Liu Liang had grown up at that time, and he was not as unreasonable as he was when he was a child. Unexpectedly, when they reached high school, both of them were admitted to the city's key high school, Thornton No. 5 Middle School, and they were both assigned to Class 302.

It's a wonderful fate.

Every time he went to school, Liu Liang would call Fang Zhe on time to wake him up, and then go to the door to wait for Fang Zhe to go to school with him.

Except for the school year in the third grade of primary school, because of that incident, Fang Zhe's home was renovated, so he didn't live here.

Hurriedly changing clothes and washing, biting the bread he bought at the bakery last night in his mouth, Fang Zhe pushed open the door of the house. The bright and warm light of the early morning sneaked in, making him have to squint his eyes, accompanied by Liu Liang's clean and hearty smiling face.

The early summer morning is brilliant.

"Yo, morning."

Liu Liang pushed his bicycle and stood on the side of the road and said hello.

Fang Zhe yawned lazily in response, and after unlocking the bicycle locked by the door of his home, he casually tore off the bread in his mouth with one hand, chewing the part he had bitten, and walked forward with the handlebar with the other hand. He walked on the outside, and Liu Liang walked on the inside.

The two were pushing their bicycles in parallel, and Liu Liang suddenly turned his head sideways and asked, "You should have seen this morning's hot search, right?" The Peach lady you like so much has committed suicide. ”

"Well, I see."

Fang Zhe replied expressionlessly, a little slurred because of the relationship between eating bread.

Suddenly, he swallowed the bread in his mouth and added, "I don't like it very much, I just think she's pretty too." I don't chase stars. ”

Liu Liang smiled, looked ahead, and said with a little regret: "It's a pity, such a good-looking girl." ”

"Dididi!"

Just when the two of them were speechless, the quiet of the early morning was broken by the sudden sound of a horn, and a white Fengri car whizzed by, followed by a white Azhong car, and the two cars seemed to be racing.

Liu Liang hurriedly stopped and pulled Fang Zhe on the outside to his side.

"Neurotic, it's really not too big to drive so fast in the morning?"

Fang Zhe, who was frightened, couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, except for the wind and waves that the car had just passed, a certain familiar but strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart, but because there were more angry emotions, he didn't take it to heart.

In addition to this weird feeling being ignored by Fang Zhe, the angry eyes of Liu Liang beside him were also ignored by him.

In this way, after Fang Zhe finished eating the bread in his hand, the two of them got on their bicycles and drove slowly in the direction of the school.

。。。

Driving along the straight road, the soles of his feet desperately stepped on the accelerator, Zheng Zeqiang's reason told him that he had seriously overspeeded, but he enjoyed the pleasure brought to him by the roar of the engine.

Not far ahead is the white Fengri car, the hateful white Fengri car!

He was driving smoothly, why didn't that person even turn signal, just stop his car? Obviously they are all hundreds of thousands of cars, what is he arrogant?

The anger in Zheng Zeqiang's heart became more and more uncontrollable, and at this time, his ears were like a demon whispering, repeating short words all the time.

"Bump it over!" "Bump it over!" "Kill him!"

It just so happened that the tail lights of the Fengri sedan in front of him suddenly turned on, and the red headlights were like a release signal, and Zheng Zeqiang's eyes could barely be seen through the rearview mirror.

"!"

Zheng Zeqiang was so angry that he punched the center of the steering wheel, and although his right foot released the accelerator he was pressing on, he did not step on the brake.

The shrill sound of a horn was heard, followed by the sound of sudden braking, exclamations from passers-by, and a slight amount of invective.

There was a white patch in front of me, and a foul smell.

Zheng Zeqiang only felt dizzy at this time, as if he had been punched in the face. Instinctively, he broke free of the airbag, opened the door, and slumped to the ground.

However, it was not a well-wished citizen who pulled him up, but a burly man. As soon as the man grabbed Zheng Zeqiang's collar, he pulled him up directly, and greeted his whole family.

Good guy, in less than a minute, they all greeted Grandpa's generation.

The noise in Zheng Zeqiang's ears became more and more harsh, and the anger in his heart became stronger and stronger, he slapped him violently, and the man who was scolding and scolding directly shut up, and the hand that pulled the collar suddenly let go, and the whole person fell to the ground like this.

Not enough! Not enough!

The strange voice in his ears didn't seem to be satisfied, and he looked around at the crowd of people eating melons around him, as well as the strong man lying on the ground who didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the white Fengri car. I saw Zheng Zeqiang rushing towards the car, kicking it out, and kicking over the car weighing more than a ton like this!

When the car turned over, Zheng Zeqiang roared angrily, grabbed a part of the car chassis with both hands, and made a gesture to lift the car.

I saw that his eyes were blood-red at this time, and his face and neck were flushed. The exposed skin is bulging with green tendons like a centipede's body.

A car weighing more than a ton was lifted by a slightly thin man. The onlookers exclaimed again, and some people didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and they just wanted to record this magical moment with their mobile phones for the first time, and then post it in their circle of friends and a certain sound to show off. Some people saw the seriousness of the situation and immediately fled the scene. Only a few people realized that the situation was not right, and quickly dialed the police uncle's hotline again.

Just when the scene was chaotic, a man wearing a windbreaker and a fisherman's hat walked through the crowd, like a gust of wind "blowing" straight in front of Zheng Zeqiang, the slightly cloudy eyes under the brim looked at the man in front of him as if he was crazy, and his pig's liver-colored lips spit out a cloud of smoke and slowly spoke: "It will stop and scream." ”