No matter how prosperous the city is, there are also places that are off the beaten track. In many cases, even the old people who are tired of living here can't tell what exactly it is called, and there are only a few plausible names full of dialect accents.

The development of the times has greatly shortened the distance between everyone, but perhaps in reality, it has only enclosed people in a larger cage. The shortening of space does not really bring reality closer, and the real life takes place in the land that is measured with both feet.

In such a lonely and secluded harbor, a lonely and secluded hut, in which lived a lonely and quiet girl. She is the Ministry of Disasters, one of the members of the Inhuman Autonomous Association, Haizi, who has passed the Inhuman Residence Restriction Act and has lived quietly here for seven years.

In addition to the cameras all over the place, she lives with her, and only those who come to the door once every time (rì) to register, and the coyote brigade member Fu Li. It was a shy man with two strong tiger teeth when he smiled. Since five years ago, he took over from the last retired team member, and he came to register Haizi on time every day, rain or shine.

It is true that there is a secret way of communication between the strangers to the Ministry of Disaster, but it is against the rules to contact each other, and in order to prevent detection, they dare not use it unless it is a very special situation (qíng). In addition to regular monthly psychological counseling for team building activities, the Inhuman must be isolated in a limited area and subject to near-closed supervision and control.

Therefore, for Haizi, Fu Li is the only person she can talk to and communicate with. Two o'clock in the afternoon every day is the time for Fu Li to come to register. Whether it's a cool summer or a rainy season when a typhoon strikes, as long as the old-fashioned quartz clock hanging in the living room points to two o'clock, he's bound to be on the humble dirt road outside.

At this time, Haizi would quietly walk by the window on the second floor, through the gap in the curtain, and watch him walk briskly to his room. Gently pulled down the doorbell, and then quietly waited for himself to go down to open the door for him, with a shy smile, revealing the two strong tiger teeth, and handed the registration form to himself.

For Haizi, every day starts with meeting Fu Li. And each day also ends with Fu Li repeatedly confirming the contents of the questionnaire and turning (shēn) away.

Although Haizi knew that Fu Li would not be late every day, he would appear in front of the door on time at two o'clock. But she would never wait for him downstairs, nor would she open the door in advance. She must wait for him to ring the delicate brass bell lightly and heavily, and the crisp jingle sound seems to call to her as if she is whispering softly in her ear. She will go on unhurriedly and with what she thinks is the most calm and elegant pace.

For years, she knew at all times, whether in the deepest sleep, or in the most unbearable pain, that there were hours and seconds to go until two o'clock in the next afternoon. She didn't need to go downstairs to see the quartz clock hanging in the living room, she didn't need any equipment, everything was built around the smile that appeared outside the door at two o'clock. Her biological clock was so accurate that she would take his left hand and point to his watch to tell him

"You're a second late today, your watch needs to be calibrated."

Fu Li wears a very cheap electronic watch, which is easy to deviate. Therefore, Haizi will have more opportunities, gently take his hand, tap his wrist and tell him whether it is a second faster or a second slower today. Then he looked at him and said with a smile

"You're so good, I haven't calibrated in days."

Haizi likes to see him laugh, whether it is a shy smile or an honest smile; Helpless laughter, or free and easy laughter. Every time Fu Li laughed, revealing those two strong tiger teeth, Haizi felt his heart thump with his laughter. His smile is like the vast and boundless sea, calm and containing infinite waves, and she is like a boat sailing through the sea, swayed by the gentle waves, dizzy and drunk.

Haizi thought that perhaps, in his own eyes, he was special.

Haizi had always thought that she didn't like humans, and she hadn't seen anyone smile at her, and until now she still thinks that humans are disgusting creatures. Human beings are too complex, too varied, too cruel, too tyrannical. He obviously tried so hard, but the man still took away his mother. The man knew how important her mother was to her.

For the sake of her mother, she was at the mercy of the man, and endured humiliation and violence. As long as he doesn't make a move on his mother, she thinks it doesn't matter. She didn't think her ** was anything special, even though the man had ravaged her while drinking countless times while praising her with a disgusting tone. For her, as long as she can make her mother suffer less, she is willing to share all the pain.

He (bī) told her to say "please use me, thank you for being willing to xx me". But every time Haizi said this, she was sincere, she really felt that the man was interested in herself and not in her mother, it was really good, and it was really something she felt worthy of gratitude (qíng).

She didn't think that because the man gave her life, it was worth giving everything to herself. At least half of life is due to the mother, isn't it? But she didn't want to quarrel with the man who got drunk every day (qíng), not because she was worried about being hurt by him, since the man's own (shēn) body was given by him, then being hurt by herself was also his loss, wasn't it?

It's just that Haizi is worried that he will be violent towards his mother, which is unacceptable to her. Haizi felt that if her (shēn) body was given by that man, then the wounds on her (shēn) would scab over and heal, and it was given by her mother. Since the man likes his **, it is very likely that his ** was created according to his ideas, and his mother is always worried that he is injured, so the wound will heal must be given by his mother.

So the mother gave herself the ability to heal, so it was difficult for the mother to recover once she was injured. If the mother had been caught on the head and slammed against the wall, whipped through her skin, or stabbed with a mop rod, she would certainly not have been bleeding for a day, as she had done, and would have been able to walk for a few days. She knew that because she had a lot of hair ripped off, it would grow back slowly.

But the man only slapped her mother a few times, and the corners of her mouth did not bleed, and the next day she found a lot of hair falling out on her pillow. She was scared because her mother was too vulnerable, and her mother must be so fragile because she gave herself the power to heal when she created herself with that man.

Therefore, it is your responsibility to protect your mother. Haizi especially likes to sleep with her mother, who always exudes the faint fragrance of gardenias, and smells it to have a soft and bright dream at night, unlike the man who always smells of fish and wine. It's just a pity that only when the man goes out to sea to fish at night, she has the opportunity to sleep with her mother.

She found that ever since she was able to protect her, her mother had been worried. She guessed that the mother must have been worried that if the man turned himself into a mother, he would give his daughter the ability to heal wounds, and then she would not be able to heal if she was beaten by that man again. It's like a tooth that has been knocked out and can't grow back, so it's not just that it's inconvenient to eat.

However, Haizi feels that this worry is still far away and unnecessary, and she feels that she can wait for the day when the child will protect herself like herself, just like she replaced her mother and protected her mother.

Until that day came, Haizi knew that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

She couldn't protect her mother, and she couldn't protect her. It's terrible to not have the ability to heal (qíng), the man just kicked his mother in the stomach, just a kick! Usually that man often kicks himself like this, and Haizi feels that such a kick can even be called a more gentle way of greeting.

My mother was carried onto the boat by her uncle and uncle, and she was finally admitted to the hospital in the middle of the night. The man wailed with tears in his eyes, and walked up and down with the busy crowd, looking at a group of people in thick white coats with only two eyes exposed, hurriedly pushing his mother into a room, and after an unknown amount of time he said that they had done their best.

As he listened to the doctor explain to the man why his mother had died, Haizi only heard a lot of unfamiliar words coming out of the mouth of the blue-masked man

"Malnutrition... Massive hemorrhage... Canceration... The internal organs are cracked..."

Haizi interrupted their conversation, trying to make them understand that her mother would die so easily because she gave her healing powers. But when she spoke, she was surprised to find that the person who only showed two eyes, he hadn't said a word, but clearly expressed a very uncomfortable feeling (qíng) from his eyes.

What is that? She had only felt this feeling of her mother (shēn) before, and Haizi was panicking inside.

"Why, why are you looking at me like that? I only belong to my mother, I don't want others to look at me like this, there shouldn't be anyone else in this world who looks at me like this. ”

Haizi screamed and ran out, why would anyone other than her mother look at her with that kind of look? Shouldn't everyone else look at themselves with the same eyes as garbage? Except for mothers, don't they all try to harm people who are self-(shēn) (shēn)? Why do you look at yourself with the same eyes as your mother when you don't know each other?

In that case, doesn't it prove that you are really pitiful! Since you are not my mother, why have you pity me! Why tell me, I'm pathetic!

I'm obviously very happy, obviously tonight that man is going to go fishing, obviously tonight I can listen to my mother's nursery rhymes, and fall asleep with my mother...

Haizi found that he might be really pitiful.

Unable to keep even the last (shēn) body left by his mother, he begged the man for so long that he promised him that he could do whatever he did at night, as long as he let his mother lie on her (chuáng). Mother's (chuáng) is obviously so small, it doesn't take up space at all, it's just such a small piece in the corner.

Those who claimed to be uncles and uncles also used themselves for as long as the man, but they refused to allow their mother to continue lying there. Mother won't move, and one person can take good care of her.

But they only let her lie at home for three days, and then they hurriedly burned her down. At that moment, the last string in Haizi's brain was completely broken, and there was nothing in this world worth remembering her. She knew that it was dangerous to go out to sea to fish (qíng), and every time the man went to sea, she reverently hoped that he would never return.

Those men who are called uncles and uncles are also terrible, and Haizi thinks that even one less is good. They all went out to fish as often as the man, taking turns piloting the shabby, smoky fishing boats. Therefore, except for the night when Haizi slept with his mother, he silently prayed that the boat would capsize in the sea.

It wasn't until the night of her mother's burial that Haizi finally understood that prayer had no effect.

Perhaps, it's time to try something else.