After dinner, he washed the dishes with his wife, and then played parent-child games with the children for a while, and after calming the children to sleep, he also returned to his room.

The wife was taking a bath in the bathroom in the room, and the sound of the water was tickling.

He lay on the bed with his hands on his back and looked at the wedding photos hanging on the wall.

In the photo, he was still young at the time, and his wife was in her prime.

Lying and lying,

He squinted,

Fell asleep again.

I don't know how long he slept, and when he woke up, it was dark all around, and he reached out and fumbled in the darkness and turned on the light.

The bed, still the same bed, but only lying alone.

Silently,

He sat up from the bed,

Curled up on his body.

A feeling of loneliness and coldness was coming over him,

Broken images began to appear in my mind.

Dark clouds

lightning

heavy rain

Living room

Couch......

He felt more and more breathless, and an emotion called "despair" was enveloping him, and a large number of goosebumps began to develop on his body.

He didn't dare to go out of the bedroom,

Don't dare to push open the door,

He was afraid that he would not hear the child's voice,

Afraid that he will not see his wife,

I'm more afraid to go down the stairs,

See the sofa in the living room......

"Whew............ Call............ ............"

The sound of heavy gasps made his brain go blank more and more.

Struggling, like a thief, he tiptoed open the door, closed his eyes, covered his ears, and rushed into the study next door according to the impression in his memory.

"Smack!"

The moment you close the door to the study,

He only felt that a stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.

The cloudy gaze looked at the pen lying quietly on the desk,

It's as if I've found my own backing.

He walked over,

Pick up the pen,

Open the blank book,

He took out his wife's book "Two-Faced Man" and began to copy it.

He forgets himself,

He is obsessed,

In addition to transcribing texts,

He had no other thoughts, and he didn't dare to have them.

No one urged him, but he cherished his time.

He wrote quickly, and his handwriting began to become scribbled, because in his heart, he couldn't wait.

He didn't notice,

His skin had begun to wrinkle, like elm bark that had lost its moisture, and he didn't notice that his eye sockets were slowly sunken, and he was not yet thirty years old, and a large patch of white hair had appeared on his head.

The ink of the fountain pen,

It's still like it's never going to run out,

I can write all the time,

You don't need to add it.

Written and written,

Write until the sky turns white, and write until the sky becomes dark again.

There was a doorbell ringing from the door, and he jerked to his feet, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Standing on the second floor,

And he saw that his wife had gone down there.

opened the door,

There are guests visiting,

It is said to be a certain die-hard female fan of his wife.

The children's laughter came again,

They were watching cartoons on the living room couch.

Seeing this scene,

He grinned,

laughed.

Even if he is extremely emaciated,

Chapped lips seemed to be oozing with blood.

Write,

Write,

After one copy is finished, copy the next,

He couldn't stop at all,

I don't want to stop,

Write so much that you forget to eat and drink,

Write so much that you forgot to sleep,

Except for the occasional movement to go out and see,

Look at your wife,

Look at your own children,

Then come back and keep writing.

He was afraid that if he didn't write,

I can't see them.

The horror stories of the wife are all based on the villa of her own family, so there is this family, her, and children in the story.

Under the lamp in the study,

There is a figure copying a book at the desk,

The figure is very thin,

The light of a desk lamp seemed to be able to penetrate him.

More and more words were written, and more and more books were copied.

Gradually,

The young man was thinner and thinner, and more and more emaciated,

Wait until suddenly one day,

And he copied another book,

When you put down the pen,

The legs are as slender as two chopsticks,

Only a layer of tight skin on the face is still glued to it,

In the sockets of the eyes, I couldn't see the eyes anymore, only two clouds of light like ghostly fire were circulating, flickering......

He shuddered and pushed the door open,

walked out,

He heard his wife's voice,

I also heard the voices of my own children.

All this,

It's all so good,

So beautiful,

This is the sound of nature,

It is the persistence and hope of living on their own.

I don't feel bitter, I don't feel tired,

What is bitterness and what is ...... Tired again?

Holding on to the railing, he didn't dare to go down, he just watched silently, listened silently, and enjoyed his own quiet years.

Then

He heard it faintly,

His wife is crying.

His own children are also crying.

He was stunned for a moment,

Why?

Why cry?

family

Neat

Happy to live together,

Why cry?

He was a little flustered and a little confused, he grabbed the staircase railing with both hands, and walked down step by step with great difficulty.

Down the stairs,

It was also a big challenge for him at this time.

He was afraid that he would fall,

If you might fall down on your own,

It will fall into a ball of powder.

He's not afraid of falling into powder,

but I'm afraid that no one will copy it,

No one continued to pick up a pen and write.

But he's going to go down,

He will ask his wife and children,

What the hell is going on?

Why cry?

finally

He walked up the stairs,

Panting, hunched over, unable to straighten up, he groped his way on.

He made his way to the living room and saw the couch in the center.

The wife sat in the middle,

The sons and daughters are on either side.

The wife is crying,

The son is crying,

My daughter is crying, too,

Ground

Alaska is crawling there, around, there are a lot of playground equipment, and there are a lot of masks, there are cloaks, there are human faces, there are dark shadows, there are all kinds of horror things wandering, flickering.

In the dark,

You can still hear how many souls are wailing, crying, and roaring!

It all cuts,

It's all the characters, scenes, and props that have appeared in the wife's horror.

He didn't think it was strange, and he didn't think it was a big deal.

He opened his mouth to ask his wife, he wanted to ask the children,

You guys

What are you crying about?

We're alive, we're still together,

It's beautiful,

Isn't it?

But he could only make a hoarse voice, like a mosquito, and could not speak at all.

Blood began to drip from his wife's eyes,

It's the same in the eyes of children.

This scene,

Frightened him.

The wife climbed off the couch with the children,

Crawl towards him.

He saw his wife's hands grasping his legs, pleading, praying, weeping,

He saw that his two children were the same.

"Honey, let me go, let me go, I can't stand it, I can't stand this torture, I really can't stand it, let me go, please, dear, let me go, let me go............"

"Daddy, can you let us go...... It's terrible here, it's so painful every day, and I'm so scared............"

"Dad, please let us go, my sister and I can't stand it, I really can't stand it............"

Looking down at yourself,

The faces of the wife and children are distorted by pain,

Thunder rang out in his mind in an instant,

He staggered and began to retreat,

Shaking his head,

Full of disbelief.

Why

Why

How so,

No

No way

Impossible!

The original cold reality,

After being covered with a beautiful veil, it gives the illusion of beauty.

Illusion, after all, is an illusion.

He fell prostrate on the ground,

Hold your head in your hands.

These days, he has been transcribing in his study and has never been out of the house.

But in the outside world,

He still appears in front of people every day, directs the dispatch of workers in the factory to complete orders, and even finds a new housekeeping nanny after the last housekeeping aunt has a problem.

All this,

It's all done by him,

But he didn't know,

I don't know.

All he knows is that

When his wife and children prayed in front of him to be spared,

His whole body collapsed,

Caught in a kind of confusion.

The line of sight has also become a little blurred,

In this blurred vision,

When he saw the new nanny and aunt come to the door, he saw the corpses of his wife and children on the sofa, and let out a miserable scream, and there was still a "suicide note" written by his wife on the coffee table, which was what his wife said when she begged him to let him go, and he wrote it down according to an instinct, as if he was copying his wife's published book, and wrote it down in black and white.

And this, coupled with the bruises on his wife and children for a long time, became evidence of his conviction for domestic violence and abuse.

The entanglement of reality and virtuality,

Again and again in his mind, it was reshaped again and again, and in prison he had a lot of time to think, to reorganize his thinking.

So

He is interested in the prison environment,

I am very grateful.

It's a heartfelt gratitude.

…………

The gaze of memory slowly fades,

The corners of his mouth gradually outlined an arc,

He tries to regain his life in the past, but he discovers an astonishing reality,

He exists,

But it doesn't exist,

People around him could see him and talk to him, the prison leaders praised him, and his writings were published and award-winning.

But he,

Does it really exist?

He sensed himself as if he had become a real ghost,

Not the ghost of a ghost,

But everyone knows about you,

And you

but does not exist,

It's a paradox and a torture.

It took him more than four years in prison to figure it out.

Looking at the terrified woman in front of her,

He opened his mouth,

made a "shhhhh

Then

Said slowly:

"Perhaps, I know how to use this pen."

"Yes............ What is ............"

The woman from Naihe Bridge looked at the man in front of her with a sincere fear.

"It's about making yourself a character in a story, not a ...... Living people. ”

The prisoner takes a deep breath,

Leaning on your back in a chair,

"So, why is it that things are going so well, that you come out of hell and you can find me right away,

Smoothly,

It's like a plot that has been arranged and designed,

Really? ”

The woman nodded,

yes

It went so well.

"Hehe............"

The prisoner laughed,

"I'm sorry to tell you, this story, I don't have enough ability, it's collapsed......

I'm sorry

I've got you covered,

and me,

Let's disappear together. ”

………………

In the bedroom on the second floor of the study house,

Lawyer An, who had just helped Lao Dao untie himself, sat on the edge of the bed, Lao Dao ran down to rub safflower oil, and Zhang Yanfeng fell into a coma after being stopped by Lawyer An.

But the breathing has stabilized, the heartbeat has also appeared, and after sleeping, it is estimated that you will be able to really wake up, and everything is developing in a good direction.

Lawyer An thinks this is a bit magical, let an ordinary dead soul who has just died borrow the corpse to resurrect the soul, and it is really done.

While wiping the water droplets from his hair with a towel, he picked up the "Prison Storm" magazine.

Flipping through it casually,

The first half of the magazine is the speeches of prison leaders and the propaganda of deeds.

The back is the reform perception and experience written by the prisoners in the prison.

It's also interesting to watch.

Look at it,

Flipping to the last page,

Well?

Lawyer An was stunned for a moment,

It's the last page,

But it seems that something is missing,

It's like there should have been an article here.,I seem to have read it.,

But it was gone.

It's me

Misremembered?

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