Although his ears were plugged, the indescribable terrifying sound still ran over every inch of Li Yaozhan's body like a giant wheel, piercing into his mind like a giant diamond, wantonly tearing at his fragile nerves.

Li Yaozhan opened his mouth to let out a wounded beast-like roar, fragments of internal organs crushed by the sound gushed out of his mouth, and a raging band in his brain played a crazy repertoire, as if praising the giant monsters floating in the sky and cursing countless wailing souls. The surging intracranial pressure shot blood out of the seven orifices, and the fragile eardrums burst open in an instant, but the crazy voice was endlessly engraved as clearly as a seal.

In desperation, two fingers frantically dug into the ear, hooked the semicircular canal through the broken eardrum, and roughly pulled out the cochlea and nerves. But the fierce sound that filled the heavens and the earth baptized the whole body, pulling the muscles and bones of the whole body and the indescribable syllables vibrating and madness together, Li Yaozhan's face was twisted and twisted with it, looking forward to waking up from this terrible nightmare in the next moment, but this desperate infernal purgatory refused to be broken, and reason was frantically stripped from his mind.

"Ma Wen", who was standing on a high place, looked at Li Yaozhan who was struggling in pain with his eyes slightly lowered, revealing a compassionate gaze. The girl's soft skin covered in tulle still exuded a warm and holy glow, and under this stormy torment it was like a beacon of warmth, and if you didn't look at the lower half of the body, it was a perfect statue of the Virgin.

Ma Wen twisted her viscous and terrifying tentacle-like lower body towards Li Yaozhan, and in the blink of an eye, she wrapped it tightly in her arms. Li Yaozhan felt that he was being violently wound by a thick, cold tentacle, squeezing his legs as if he was about to crush them. A pair of warm and soft hands gently brushed his cheeks, he opened his heavy eyelids with difficulty and concentrated his eyes that had already been dilated, and Ma Wen's face with a quiet smile appeared in front of him.

"Wen... Wen..."Li Yaozhan made a sound like metal grinding

"Yao Zhan, I'm so happy, you came to see me, we don't have to be separated again, we will contribute everything we have to the great @¥&, and @¥& will give us everything!" Ma Wen's tone was as if she was holding her boyfriend in the bright and warm spring light

"You... Say what... Li Yaozhan tried hard to discern what Ma Wen was saying by the shape of her mouth and the vibration of her hands to her jaw, but he couldn't understand the meaning of Ma Wen's words anyway, and soon his brief lucidity was drowned out by the sound......

Ma Wen didn't wait for Li Yaozhan to say more, she approached him and kissed him, sucking his already spasmodic tongue mercilessly. And Li Yaozhan, who was in endless pain, had no intention of responding, just wanted to end this crazy nightmare quickly. And the cold, clammy touch from the lower half of his body made him sick to his stomach, even though his stomach was already broken, all he could do was sink infinitely in this desperate pain...

……

"Daddy, bring me the water." Mutona said lightly to her husband, who was sitting across from her.

"Eh, okay, the noodles are soaked, which one do you eat?" The man smiled and looked up at her as he scrambled to find the water bottle

"I don't have much appetite, let's put it there first, and I'll eat it later."

"The noodles will soak after a while, and I can't eat them, so let's eat them quickly, it's just right now." The man's hands kept chattering, and his mouth kept chattering: "This person is iron, rice is steel, no matter what, this meal has to be delicious, if you don't have an appetite, I'll go to the dining car and ask you if there is porridge or something?" Do you drink porridge? ”

"Bring me the noodles, I'll eat some." Mutona sighed helplessly and took over with the man's smile. The man carefully twisted the water bottle and placed it on the table.

"Drink it slowly, it's still a little hot."

"Hmm." Mutona casually agreed, gently flipping the instant noodles with a fork, and the strong smell of instant noodles made her feel very sick to her stomach.

Three days ago, she received a call from the S City Public Security Bureau, claiming that her daughter had died unexpectedly and her ex-husband could not be contacted, so she needed to cooperate with the investigation and deal with the aftermath.

Her first reaction at the time was that this was a liar's phone call, not that there were any obvious flaws in the narrative on the other side of the phone, but that she subconsciously didn't want to have anything to do with that marriage buried in her heart. When the two divorced, what Ma Wen said to herself was embedded in her heart like a nail.

"Mom, you are such a heartless person!"

Looking back today, Mutona's heart still hurts. At that time, Ma Wen didn't understand that no matter how much her father was excessive, how could her mother leave so easily, and it was obvious that she couldn't take care of her father. In the end, Ma Wen refused to go with her, and chose to stay with Ma Yuan, not necessarily because you abandoned your father at such a time, but I would never be so ruthless. But Ma Wen, the daughter who studied in boarding high school for three years, didn't know what kind of life she lived in those three years.

She thought to herself that she was not a saint with a noble spirit, but if Ma Yuan was terminally ill and bedridden, she was willing to take care of her ex-husband for the rest of his life. She is not as Ma Wen thinks, just because Ma Yuan is in a hurry to abandon her husband and daughter to find a better life, if she doesn't witness it with her own eyes, it is difficult to describe those three hellish days. It's like being in a silent thriller, and the most terrifying nightmares surround you. Countless strange things happened in her life, at first it was just an inexplicable loss of some items, and the clothes she had just packed appeared elsewhere in the blink of an eye, and then there were more and more strange things.

The mysterious voice, the doors and windows that opened by themselves, the extremely rotten food that suddenly appeared in the refrigerator, the crow that died in the living room... One by one, I can't find the reason, and I can't think of a solution. But Ma Yuan took this for granted, as if these frequent strange things were normal, and he was a person who made a fuss. If these things only brought fright, then Ma Yuan's attitude broke his heart.

After discovering that her complaints were useless, Mutona resigned herself to her fate, and like countless middle-aged women bound by marriage, she was accustomed to enduring pain. The strength of their generation of women not only surpasses the imagination of others, but also surpasses their own imagination in many cases, those who are still pampered by their parents before marriage do not touch the spring water, but after marriage, they can pick up a kitchen knife and calmly dismember large pieces of raw meat stained with blood on the board. In the face of life's hardships and setbacks, they always show amazing resilience and endurance, and bear heavy burdens with seemingly delicate shoulders.

But even the strongest woman will always have her own softness and fragility in her heart, which is both the source of her courage to persevere in the face of difficulties, and her weakness. For Mutona, the persistence in her heart is the husband and daughter she was proud of, the warm home she loved so much, and she was willing to give everything for it. So even though her husband is obsessed with false heresies, she still insists on maintaining this fragile family, silently looking forward to the day when her husband's prodigal son returns.

Until that day, Ma Yuan said to her with a fanatical face that he was going to sell the printing house and the house to pursue the truth.

"Then what about me and Wenwen? Where do we live when the house is sold? She had long been accustomed to Ma Yuan's madness, and asked tiredly

"It doesn't matter, Nana, it doesn't matter! You don't understand what I'm talking about! You have no idea how great what I'm doing right now! Are you still wondering where you and Wenwen live? Think about these little things! Ma Yuan said impatiently

"But we always have to have a place to sleep, you sold the printing house, and my salary alone is not enough for daily life, Wenwen will take the college entrance examination soon, and there are more places to spend money when she goes to college..."

"What the hell are you talking about? Why do you have to talk about these trivial things every time I talk to you about serious things, these things are not important! It doesn't matter, you understand? If you're interested in this, you can just get out of here, but when I'm talking to you about business, don't mess up the conversation! Ma Yuan interrupted her rudely

"That's up to you." Mutona has long been accustomed to her husband's madness, "But I warn you, the family has half of my property, even if I get divorced, I have half of it, if I don't agree with the printing house, the house." You can't sell any of them. ”

"Say it again!" Ma Yuan's cold voice echoed in the living room

"I said, don't even think about selling it!" Mutona's anger also came up, and Ma Yuan's indifferent and ruthless attitude towards her daughter angered her

"Then it's good if you die, and if you die, no one will stop me from selling." Ma Yuan suddenly said something that made her feel creepy

"You! You, you, you! What did you say?! Mu Tona was shocked by her husband's words and broke out in a cold sweat, "Ma Yuan, are you talking about human words!" ”

Ma Yuan stared at his wife coldly, without saying a word, that kind of look was like looking at a dead person.

"Ma Yuan, you actually said such a thing, do you still have a little conscience?" After waiting for a long time, I didn't see my husband's words, and the cold to the bottom of my heart was bone-chilling. Her husband's cold and heartless words broke her heart. And Ma Yuan turned a deaf ear to his wife's sad questioning, got up and walked out of the house...

That night, Mutona lay alone on the cold bed and cried a few times with a pillow, and fell asleep exhausted. In a daze, she felt someone walk into the bedroom and stand on the edge of the bed with heavy steps, she opened her eyes blankly and looked up to meet a pair of blood-red eyes full of hatred.

"Ah!!h She screamed again and again, hurriedly pressed the bedside lamp, and it was none other than Ma Yuan who was staring at her with a cold face standing in front of the bed

"You... What are you going to do. Mutona asked, her lips trembling

Ma Yuan stood there like a statue, silent. The dim yellow light of the bedside lamp shone on Mutona's pale face, and the tears in the corners of her eyes that had not yet dried reflected the crystalline colors. Ma Yuan's entire upper body was hidden in the darkness that the light could not illuminate, not very clear, except for those eyes, which were not as cold as human eyes, but more like the eyes of cold-blooded reptiles, which swept over Mutona's skin and made her feel a slight tingle.

"I'm coming to see you." After a long silence, at the moment when she was on the verge of collapse and was about to cry, Ma Yuan grinned and replied coldly, and turned around and left after speaking.

"Where are you going so late?" Mutona shouted anxiously

"I'll go to the factory." An answer floated from afar, and the sound of heavy footsteps faded away, leaving Mutona alone on the bed in horror, listening to the frantic beating of her heart echoing in the empty bedroom. As soon as she caught her breath, she jumped up and locked the door from the inside...

"What's the matter, discord? Why don't you eat it? Her husband's words of concern woke her up

"Oh it's okay, I remembered something." Suddenly awakened from the memory, she casually perfunctory. Looking up at the trees outside the window, the high-speed train was speeding quickly and smoothly towards S City, and those unhappy memories were like arrows shooting from the scenery ahead, flashing in front of her and continuing to run wildly to the rear, leaving her with only endless melancholy. She knew that it was not the scenery that moved, but the self that fled quickly.

However, those memories stand there steadily, no matter how fast you run, no matter how much pain you leave behind, there is still more pain waiting for you ahead.

And the end of this journey is newer, more painful, memories...