After every blind date, I have to sleep with my blind date, as long as the other person shows his will. People are really well-dressed beasts, they can't pull their children to go to the romantic land, and they rely on blind dates to develop one-night stands.

On the other side, she was obviously drunk, and a woman would not drink like this if she was fine, and I understood what she wanted. She fell drunk on top of me, afraid that I would not take advantage of her, and a restless hand groped everywhere.

"You haven't even had a bite to do with your relatives, isn't it a pity to break up?" Getting drunk doesn't delay her from listening to me, and I have a good impression of her at this point.

After graduating, I never took the initiative to contact Annan, let alone Xun'an. They are far more complicated than I thought, and I am not the same person as they are.

So I kept myself busy and used this as an excuse to turn down all of Annan's offers. I thought maybe she would slowly forget about her relationship with me, and Xun'an's eyes that night were like a bloody scar that wiped out all my illusions.

When my parents saw that I was an adult, they asked me to do an internship in the factory so that I could inherit the family business in the future. It's rare that I don't feel resistant, and even use it as a way to forget about them. I understood that my destiny was destined to be a survival tool for my adoptive parents, and I resigned myself to my fate.

The adoptive father opened a printing shop for wrapping paper. The whole factory is like a makeshift bird's nest, messy but functional. Whenever the factory is in operation, the boiling inside is no less than the quacking sound of a flock of startled crows. My job is to be proficient in all the machines and the manual processes. It took me a long time to learn all the steps and started working in earnest shortly after.

Most of the people in the factory were elderly married women, who were curious to see me as a young man working in a factory, and then somehow learned about my origins. I was in their strange eyes

I worked for two whole months, and completed the tasks assigned by my adoptive parents like a walking corpse. They turned from whispering to talking, and I became a wretched person again.

I remembered them.

The last few days of my internship at the factory were preoccupied.

"Young man, we're going to move to the machine and cut the edges." The wrapping paper needs to be cut with the final trim to unify the specifications. My aunt in my group called me several times, but I didn't pay attention, and she was a little impatient.

She took the paper shell from my hand, and I came back to my senses, "Hmm. ”

The cutting machine is very sharp, and it can also cut hard shell paper up to tens of centimeters thick, and it is neat and traceless. Machines are emotionless, they just need to repeat the instructions given by the program regardless of what's under the knife.

"Young man......" Auntie shook my arm.

"What's wrong with you today? I always tell you that you don't respond. "She started to get angry, after all, my negative slacking off also directly affected her work performance.

"Put the paper down, you have to brush the glue after cutting!" My aunt grabbed my hand and sent it to the knife.

The aunt who operates the machine doesn't like to rub it in, so I saw that the paper was not flat and reached out to tidy it up, but she was anxious to turn on the machine.

"Ahh The aunt next to her screamed.

"Oh my god, turn the machine off!" Before I could withdraw my hand, the cutter was already close to my hand. My aunt reacted before I did, and she jerked my arm back, but it was still not faster than the machine. My little finger was cut off.

Blood trickled out, staining the cutting table red. But I didn't feel the pain, and the questions that had been haunting my mind seemed to have answers.

Both aunties were in a hurry, and they scrambled to find tissues and wrapped my wounds vigorously. The aunt who operated the machine kept saying "I'm sorry" to me.

I scoffed, "It's okay, my parents won't blame you." ”

"They don't even care if I have a broken finger or a hand."

Nearly half a hundred years old, their eyes glistened with tears when they heard this. Finally not sympathy.

"I'm used to it, it's nothing." I picked up the severed finger that was no longer part of my body.

"I'll go home and take care of my wounds."

Under the blazing sun, the wound was quickly infected with sweat. I felt a tingling pain. The pure white tissue had been soaked in blood, and I held up my mutilated right hand to let it scorch despite the heat. It was as red as if it had been ignited, with a blue ghostly flame heart flashing in the middle. I finished treating my wounds at the pharmacy downstairs and were having lunch when I got home. They were obviously surprised when I came home during work hours.

"Why did you come back?" My adoptive mother asked me, and there was a harsh chewing sound coming from her mouth. She didn't notice the wound on my hand, and I didn't want to explain it, so she walked straight into her room. I put my severed finger in the box, and the blood on it began to turn black and rot after a while.

Four fingers can be clenched into a fist, and I dialed the phone number of Annan's house.

She touched my hand, and the rough scar woke her up three minutes drunk.