One

The first time Zhang Xian knew that she was being followed by a pair of eyes was when she was in the fifth grade of primary school.

She came home from school and saw her mother gloomily sunk into the leather couch, silent, like a rotting mass of seaweed sinking into the deep sea.

Then she saw the black notebook in her mother's hand, and her heart jumped.

That's her diary.

Without giving her any chance to defend herself, her mother forced her to kneel down in front of her father's portrait and whipped her with a crochet needle while crying.

Why lie, ah, why lie to your classmates that your dad is an architect abroad? Why lie and say that Dad sends you gifts every Chinese New Year?

That was the first time, and Zhang Xian knew that there was another pair of eyes living in her mother's eyes.

Those eyes were parasitic in my mother's body, and it said Zhang Xian, I didn't do anything wrong, it was you who loved vanity, refused to face your own life, and didn't dare to face me.

It said Zhang Xian, I will keep an eye on you for the rest of my life.

Keeping a diary was first requested by my mother. Mother said that the diary is a scale of time, and people will become more and more forgetful as they get older, and forget happiness and pain. But pain should not be forgotten, but should be firmly engraved in the bones, until no amount of fire can burn it.

Just like seven years ago, a father drowned to save a child who fell into a river.

The city sent a pennant for "righteousness and bravery", and my mother was held by the mayor and wept silently, and since then the pennant and the portrait of my father have become the most precious things in the family.

No one can forget him, Mother said, not a minute or a second.

Later, Zhang Xian never wrote a diary again.

Since the beginning of junior high school, the homeroom teacher has asked to submit a weekly diary every week, which must be related to the parents of the family.

She remembered her mother's anger and the way she pretended to look through her notebook every time, so she wrote in her weekly diary stroke by stroke that my father died trying to save a drowning child, and that he was my eternal hero.

These words were taught to her by her mother in the days when her father had an accident.

At first she didn't understand why she said this, or why people looked at her as if she were a dying young bird.

Until a little boy clapped his hands and shouted to her, "Eat more, pull more, widow in front of the door is more".

It's not all pure malice. She heard with her own ears that some adults taught children that "Xiaoxian is very pitiful, you have to get along with her well and let her do more", so the next time, she can receive a piece of Alpine candy that the other party deliberately flatters.

The kind of kindness that is high up and above is blameless, but it is the most unbearable for her.

The weekly note was handed over to the class teacher, and soon the whole class knew about it, then the whole grade, and then the whole school.

The local television station contacted the school for an interview, and countless pairs of eyes looked at her with ferventness and pity, and every pair of eyes was it.

And it followed.

Zhang Xian was crowded in front of the microphone by everyone, and trembled under its gaze, as if she was being swept by the wind of the cliff.

In fact, she has good Chinese grades and is a representative of the Chinese class.

Later, once she went to the office to hand in her homework, and when she was about to get to the door, she heard the head teacher chatting with the teachers of other classes, saying that XX wrote in the weekly diary that I knew that his father was actually the boss of XXXX company, and he was usually obedient and clever and couldn't see it.

Within a few days, Zhang Xian's Chinese class representative was dismissed, and the head teacher said that more students should experience the sense of responsibility and honor of managing the class.

The new representative of the Chinese class is a boy who likes to wear a white shirt, with a clean appearance and a well-behaved and quiet personality.

He said Zhang Xian, why don't I go to Teacher Zhou and say, you should be the representative of the Chinese class, and I will be the deputy.

Zhang Xian shook her head, but what she thought of was the hanged rabbit she saw in her neighbor's house when she went downstairs in the morning.

The rabbit meat with blood congestion in the meat is delicious, chewy, and the muscles and flesh are lively, and the neighbor's uncle said that the dog meat is also eaten in this way, and it is the most fragrant.

Zhang Xian suddenly remembered the rabbit for some reason, and she felt that she was the rabbit.

When she was not removed from her post before, every time she learned the text of the martyr's sacrifice, Teacher Zhou had to call her to get up and read it aloud, because "the teacher believes that you must be able to best understand the emotion of this article."

So she stood up in full view of everyone, and her gaze twisted into an invisible sling, which tightened little by little, until she could no longer make a sound.

Zhang Xian gradually got used to its shadow, and she began to understand that this was her fate.

In her sophomore year of foreign literature class, on a sleepy afternoon, she listened to a white-haired old professor who was about to retire talk about King Oedipus.

The valorous king, who had never shown the slightest weakness, saw his fate and poked himself in the eye in despair and exiled himself.

I have never had the idea of killing my father and marrying my mother, Zhang Xian heard the king talking, but why, why me.

Her mother always accused her of being a white-eyed wolf, missing her father, and not being proud of his bravery.

She never told her mother that she didn't want to have a heroic father at all if she could.

He can be a father who works ordinarily, will stay up late to watch football games, and will scratch his daughter's math problems, or even a somewhat timid, sloppy ordinary man.

As long as he's still around.

Zhang Xian finished college in a daze and found an ordinary job in the city where the university is located.

If it goes well, she can get rid of everything in the past, and no one will look at her with wonder or pity anymore.

One night three months after renting the house, her college roommate sent her a screenshot.

In the picture, she is naked and wiping her hair in front of the camera.

I don't know who found it on the candid website...... The roommate said cautiously, and also found an interview video more than ten years ago, saying that you are the child of a hero, and now it has spread on the Internet...... Many people say that they want to crack down on clandestine photography and get justice for you.

Zhang Xian looked at the photo carefully and remembered that it was a month ago, a bathing center.

The water heater in the rented house broke down that day, so she had to go to the bathing center to take a shower.

Zhang Xian's left chest ached, she didn't reply to her roommate's inquiries, threw away her phone, and she suddenly felt that the house was full of eyes.

It's it.

Here it is again.

From the age of 11 to 22, it was true, and it never broke its word for a moment.

Zhang Xian fell asleep in a drowsy manner.

The next morning, she was woken up in a daze.

For a moment she didn't remember what had happened last night, so she habitually opened the curtains of her room—

The front of the curtain was crowded with phone screens taking selfies.

A man in a jacket held a bullhorn and shouted: "Please don't make noise until the hero's children rest!" The children of heroes need our protection! Supported by the old iron double click six six six! ”

For a while, the sky was bright.

- "Parallel Time and Space Story: Eyes"

From:Qin Luhua/Weibo

Two

Hades frowned and stared at the soul kneeling in the main hall with black lines on his head.

“…… Why the fuck are you dead again? ”

The spirit did not answer, but knelt respectfully with its head bowed.

“…… What do you want to reincarnate this time? Hades sighed helplessly, touched a pen, and turned his gaze to the yellowed book of life and death.

The spirit finally raised its head, knelt and straightened up, its eyes seemed to cast a faint light.

"I also want to... Be a girl. ”

Hades almost broke the pen in his hand. He slapped the case and stood up, stretched out his gray hand, and pointed his long nails at the soul and trembled lightly, "You, you...... Fuck you, how did you not die when you got to the heart of the Yellow River? Yes?! ”

The spirit didn't bow its head, but its shoulders sank a little. But he still didn't speak.

Hades' muscles burst out, and he walked down the steps, circling around the kneeling soul with his hands behind his back, "Tell me about you...... Yes? Didn't I say anything, you're fucking dead and your brain is degenerating? You've been working hard with me for a hundred years, and you're not fucking lazy, so I gave you the opportunity to be reincarnated, tell me about you, what the hell are you doing?! ”

Hades walked up the steps quickly, sat back in his chair, tossed and turned over the table, dug out a very tattered book from a pile of books, quickly flipped through it, took a sharp breath, raised his eyes and glared at the soul viciously, and then walked down the steps, and read aloud as he circled around it:

“

In the first life, you ask to be a girl, and I will grant it.

You were in your mother's belly for five months, and because your mother's family gave the doctor a red envelope, you were told to your family that you were a girl, so you were aborted, and you were ripped out of your mother's belly, put in a garbage bag and thrown on the side of the road, and eaten by wild dogs.

The first life, dead, dissatisfied, unformed.

In the second life, you ask to be a girl, and I will grant it.

Your mother likes you very much, and your father likes you too. You're good-looking, and you've had a good ride until you're ten years old. You were kidnapped by a middle-aged man and violated, beaten to the point of deafness, and finally seriously injured, and left in a rental house by the man, covered in wounds, seriously injured, unconscious, and bleeding to death.

The second life, died, at the age of ten.

In the third life, you ask to be a girl, and I will grant it.

This life is not bad, you fucking lived to the age of sixteen, but you were robbed while walking at night, you learned very smartly, and resisted, what was the result? Still dead, the robbery failed, and the man took out a knife and stabbed you to death in an alley.

The third life, died, at the age of sixteen.

Fourth, you ask for a girl, and I grant it.

You go out in the white sky to meet the person you like, you are dressed up very good, like a flower, but there are not only bees and butterflies around the flowers, but also fucking flies. You're sick to death from flies.

Fourth, died, at the age of twenty. ”

When he finished reading, Hades fell silent for a moment. He lifted his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes, crouched down, and looked at the spirit.

He sighed deeply and said with a wry smile, "Look, if you are reincarnated so many times, something will happen, it's not that you're unlucky, it's that there are really a lot of such things," he shook the notebook in his hand in front of the soul...... You have to think about it, you have really suffered. ”

The spirit suddenly laughed, "I know, there are a lot of things like this. ”

Hades's brows furrowed even deeper, he stood up suddenly, and yelled at the soul, "Then can you fucking learn to be obedient, understand, just fucking be honest?!" It's not that you don't fucking understand, it's ...... It is in a certain bad position...... Who do you think he would rob if there was a robber, a lonely man and a lonely woman?! ”

"But...... Lord Hades......" The spirit lowered its head and cried softly, "I think...... The girls are good...... Because...... You see......"

The spirit wiped his tears and snot, and raised his head, as if trying to justify, "If I can't lift anything, some boy will ask me if I need help, and when I have my period, the person I like will try to take care of me, and I can dress up beautifully... I don't really mind what the people behind the scenes say, they only dare to say it behind their backs, it's too boring... It's not my fault that I'm dressed up... It's just that everyone says that, and I'm not wrong...... It's just that the world says that......"

"You know what? I don't look good with makeup, but people who like me will praise me when they hurt me, and I don't want to show anyone else, because some people like me, some people don't like me, I understand..."

“…… I'm really not wrong... I can be pretty..."

Hades wanted to speak, but choked up. The spirit raised its head, raised the corners of its mouth with tears streaming down its face, and smiled proudly, and Hades even felt for a moment that it seemed to be glowing a little.

"I think girls are really beautiful......"

Fifth, if you ask for a girl, I will grant it.

I hope you can meet your beloved, many words will not make you feel very disappointed, very uncomfortable, forever and ever, for the sake of the person you like. May you be able to move forward under your ideal sun, your skin can be covered with sunshine, and you yourself seem to be a small sun that will shine.

Burst. Preferably, it doesn't tan yet.

"Hell is empty, and demons are on earth."

"Good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil."

"Evil retribution will surely befall the wicked. Never turn over. ”

"You...... Remember to be pretty. ”

Source: Network author unknown/invaded and deleted

Three

The last human in the world is lying on a bed, and next to his bed is a female robot.

The robot is tasked with observing the endangered species of humans and studying their minds.

Now the mission is coming to an end, the human being is too old, and he is waiting for death.

Robots don't understand what death is, they don't die, machines can be constantly iteratively upgraded, and she is curious about death.

The old man's bed was facing the setting sun, the robot held his hand, and the two of them watched the slowly setting sun.

The old man said, with you by my side, I am also very relieved in the face of death, thank you for accompanying me.

The robot says it's her job.

Duty.

The old man muttered the word and said, "Can't you understand human emotions at all?"

The robot shook its head.

Then ask him what he's thinking right now.

The old man said, I was thinking about the first time we met, you came to my house, I said look, this is your new home, from today onwards, you and I have families. This is the starting point for a lifetime we spend together.

Robot correction, it's not my whole life.

The old man said again, do you remember my hospitalization, I thought my legs could no longer move, and I cried very much. It was you who held me, comforted me, and said that I would be fine, that day you smelled of roses, and I never smelled that again.

At that time, the robot said, you have a 72 percent chance of recovery. That's the smell of laundry detergent, that brand is very cost-effective, I changed the brand.

The old man is still recalling, I also remember the first time you broke the breakfast, it was a little mushy, the fire was big, but it was actually very good. When there were still many human beings, this kind of thing often happened, and I ate it, and it didn't taste bad, and it brought back my memories. At that time, I thought, you are the same as human beings, you will make mistakes, there are small mistakes, I tolerate you, you also tolerate me, we are like a couple.

The robot didn't speak, which was the result of a serious system failure of hers.

The old man said, "I'm going to die soon."

The robot says that the chance of dying within ten minutes is greater than ninety percent.

The old man said, I don't want you, you have been with me for so long, I regard you as my family, and you are willing to accompany me as an old man, and there is nothing good left for you before leaving.

The bot said, we have a contract.

The old man laughed, coughed with laughter, and said You may not understand, but companionship is really an important thing for human beings, and human companionship is two people sharing the same life, and you have brought me great happiness.

The robot and the old man hold hands.

The sun is slowly setting, and the old man's vital signs are gradually disappearing.

The robot said, but I haven't studied humans yet, and my mission is going to fail.

The old man said with his last strength, I left you a gift, in the box, maybe you can find the answer on it.

The old man died.

The robot finds the machine in the box and presses the button.

The old man's voice came out: Hey, I should have died when you heard this, people are animals that die easily, don't be sad. Although you are not human, you are still my only concern.

I love you, and it's okay if you don't understand.

The robot listened to the old man's voice repeatedly, and the old man said that the answer was in it, but she couldn't feel it.

Suddenly, it dawned on her that the essence of human beings is a repeater.

Source: Little Mourner/WB