"How many rolls did you finish today?" Xie Lan looked at Bei Chen's eyes becoming more and more stern, Bei Chen had just entered the door, and couldn't help but feel disgusted with such a question as his mother.

The young man didn't want to look at her, but walked to his room by himself, he casually threw his schoolbag on the sofa, and then closed the door of the study.

In fact, he didn't want to say a word to Xie Lan now, and he didn't have anything to say to her now, he just wanted to calm himself down for a while.

Now that I think about it, Xie Lan and that man are living well, at least, he can have his own free time, and now that his mother is back, He Beichen has returned to his previous busy life.

As expected, she knocked on the door again, and the voice became louder and louder, but He Beichen didn't seem to be in such a good mood to answer her.

"Open the door, I have something to say to you." Xie Lan said and slapped the door of the young man's study again.

"If you have anything to say, just say it outside the door."

He Beichen replied softly, it seemed that he didn't decide to let his mother in, he was only disappointed and frustrated with her at that time, and their relationship could never return to the past.

It's just that I don't know if Xie Lan's psychology has such a concept, the current He Beichen is not as good as before, and he is no longer the child who obeys her.

Of course, she shouldn't have educated him in the same way as before, which was obviously unreasonable.

"Outside the door, you have stiffened wings now, haven't you? Still let me say it outside the door? Can't I get into your room? ”

Such a cold attitude of resistance was naturally disgusted by Xie Lan, and she may not understand how her son who had worked so hard to raise became like this.

It stands to reason that there should be no problem with her educational philosophy, it is obvious that the woman has not realized her mistakes until now, and the knot between her and He Beichen is obviously untied.

"You can go in, but I don't want you to go in right now." He spit out a sentence coldly, this doesn't seem to be He Beichen's usual state.

But he is so abnormal today, he is no longer willing to give his mother a good face, and now he has to say a word to her.

Beichen would feel that it was redundant, as if, as soon as he saw him, the young man would think of that miserable day, and it turned out that such a painful day was not over, it was still going on, and it was developing in a worse direction.

Xie Lan knocked on the door a few times, and seeing that He Beichen still didn't react at all, the woman couldn't help but feel anxious, but she was in a hurry and there was nothing she could do.

He Beichen was still in that casual state, which made Xie Lan feel inexplicably upset. The woman sighed helplessly, and finally had to lose, she sighed softly, and retracted the hand that had just been stretched forward.

"If you don't want to open the door, you can stay inside, and when you're hungry, you'll open the door yourself."

Xie Lan seemed to be more determined in her thoughts as she spoke, and she didn't force him anymore, after all, he was older, and now he was half a head taller than herself, no matter how he said him, if he didn't listen, it would be useless.

There was a light footstep outside the door, and after that, the sound became smaller and quieter, and gradually disappeared, but He Beichen looked distraught, and pushed the book on the desk to the ground.

He didn't know why, his heart was like a weed growing in the bottom of his heart, even if he was willing to do this, but there was nothing he could do.

Looking at the pages on the table, the boy had an inexplicable sense of disgust, he was not like this before, of course, now he hates books more and more.

In other words, he used to like it very much, but now even the slightest liking has gradually faded with the passage of time.

He knew that this idea was dark, but he didn't know when he began to hate such worldliness and utilitarianism, and he himself was not lacking at all in this respect, and could even be said to be rich.

Why? He eventually became a puppet in the hands of this world, and who can change this fact, who can not bear its mercy like this, how is it possible.

He is nothing more than a victim of this world, laughing in the eyes of others and bitter in the eyes of others. He looks very beautiful on the surface, but no one really cares about his joys and sorrows.

Like now, he felt so sad that he was dying, as if he had been on the verge of that kind of collapse, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't change himself, and he couldn't break free of himself.

Thinking about it now, the significance of his existence in this world is really too small, this kind of life, he He Beichen has had enough, and even, like this, he plans to die.

It's just that this idea is too dark, and he keeps convincing himself.

It's nothing, the world is very good, you don't need to think about it, everyone is the same in life, so why bother to question so much. But why, in the dead of night, the young man's heart was still as uncomfortable as a needle prick.

"Do you love this timeframe?"

"Love."

"But why, the world keeps pushing your limits to do something. It makes you fall into such a sea of suffering, but what's the point of doing this? Just to make you miserable? ”

He Beichen felt a pain that was about to suffocate, how could a person like him think of suicide, it was ridiculous to think about it.

Many people hope that they can live a long life, but he wants to end his life sooner.

If he could, Bei Chen thought that he would suffer in this world for one more minute, so it was better to leave early, maybe his heart would feel a little better.

At this time, the boy picked up the knife on the bookcase again, he was a little afraid of it, but he felt that it could end his pain, which was a very tangled feeling.

Of course, is there really no hope in his heart? It didn't seem to be necessarily, but the painful feeling made him really feel like he was about to collapse to the ground.

The moment he pulled out the blade, He Beichen seemed to hesitate a little again, and the boy looked at his wrist, the scratch from before seemed to be very clear, but the mark was lighter.

And the last time it didn't work, this time it may not be, think about it, the boy shouldn't take care of so much, what is there to hesitate about such a thing, just a ruthless one is enough, and there is something he can't do.

But before that, he felt as if he had a lot of things to do, and the boy then opened his phone, and when he clicked on the dialog box with Yu Fan, he seemed to remember something again.

He had a lot to say to her, but he simply lost a few words, "I'm leaving, I'm sorry for Xuanfan, please forgive me for saying goodbye, thank you for the happiness you have brought me." ”

After writing these words, He Beichen felt that he had expressed his intentions very clearly, and clicked on the dialog box with Yan Yan again, this time, he felt that he had more to say.

"I'm leaving, Eucalyptus, you told me that this world is colorful, but it's a pity that I don't want to stay any longer, if there is an afterlife, we will still be buddies."

"Yao Liang, don't you hate me very much? I'm leaving now, and no one will rob you anymore, so I hope your dreams come true, goodbye. ”

After doing this, He Beichen felt that he had nothing to say, he was tired and tired, so he simply took out the blade and stabbed it at his wrist.

Just one stab made him bleed, and those red liquids gushed out, and suddenly dripping down the desk, and he felt a sharp pain.

The face was pale and tired, but it seemed to be smirking, and he had no hope of rebirth, and he let the blood stain the desk red and gradually spill onto the floor.

Tick, tick, it was a very crisp sound, but gradually he couldn't perceive it anymore.

I don't know how long it took for Xie Lan to realize that Bei Chen's room had not moved for a long time, and she felt that Xie was strange, so she knocked on the door of the room.

After a few consecutive clicks, when no one answered, he looked a little anxious. "Beichen, open the door, Beichen." Naturally, he didn't move.

In desperation, Xie Lan could only go to find the key to the study door. It seemed to take her old nose to open the door, but she saw the young man lying peacefully in a pool of blood.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his expression looked very calm, but he was no longer breathing.