September 26× 200 9:45 PM

"Hey, Jia, where are you going?" The little white-faced boy sat on the ground and looked at his girlfriend who stood up.

The fashion girl turned her head and said, "I'm a little hungry, go get something to eat, do you want to eat?" ”

"I don't eat it." The little white-faced boy tightened the tablecloth wrapped around his body, "You have to come back soon." ”

The fashion girl looked at him and sighed: "Look at you like that, huddled there all day wrapped in a tablecloth, scared more than me, are you still a little manly?" ”

The little white-faced boy defended: "I'm not afraid, but I feel a little cold, so I wrapped this cloth." ”

"It's because you're scared that you feel cold."

"Jia...... Aren't you afraid that someone has been killed? ”

"Of course I'm scared. I'm counting on you to protect me. Didn't you say you would stay by my side and protect me all the time? But look at the way you look now, how dare you tell me to rely on you? ”

The little white-faced boy blushed and said, "Jia, don't say that, don't look down on me!" I will do what I said. ”

"Is it that I want to look down on you? If you want me to be impressed, you should take some action. You've been nestling here all day......"

Their voices gradually lowered, and I couldn't hear the conversation clearly - in fact, this kind of small quarrel between lovers should not be heard by others, and it will make others laugh. It's a pity that they didn't realize this until now.

But then again, without the wonderful dialogue of this "little couple" as an adjustment, I feel bored, and I can only be in a daze with the front. After a while, a single mother came up and sat down next to me and said, "Shall we talk for a while?" ”

"Okay." I moved a little to the side - I was clearly not the only one who was bored.

"I have a lovely five-year-old son." She looked at me and said with a loving look in her eyes.

"I know." I nodded.

"No, you don't know everything." She said sadly, "My son is born with a foot disability. He...... Can't walk. ”

I opened my mouth slightly.

She was obviously caught up in her memory, her eyes staring at the opposite wall in distraction, and she said in a low and slow voice: "When I was seven months pregnant with him, the doctor who did the ultrasound told me that the child had a deformity in his feet and advised me to do artificial induction and get rid of the child. But I can't help it, I love him too much, and I have given too much for this unborn little life. Therefore, despite the dissuasion around me, I insisted on giving birth to him. For this reason, my husband and I divorced. He couldn't face my paranoia and incomprehension, or his son's deformed right foot, which had no toes and was noticeably much smaller than his left. The doctor said the child would always be confined to a wheelchair......"

She took a deep breath with her back to the sky, trying not to let the tears fall, but she couldn't hide the choked and hoarse voice of her voice: "But I don't believe it. I don't believe my son's foot really can't be healed. In order to treat him, I went to all the major hospitals across the country and tried various treatments, but with little effect. And I spent all my money, and even sold my house in the city and moved to a small house in the suburbs. But I don't care about that, as long as my son's foot can be healed, it's worth it. ”

I felt a pang of soreness in my heart, and I couldn't help asking, "So now, are your son's feet better?" ”

A glint crossed her dim eyes, "Yes, better." I listened to the advice of an old doctor who said that it is necessary to strengthen the passive activity of the weak side and give appropriate massage to promote the development of the weak side. I have been doing this for two or three years, walking with his right foot every day and massaging his foot for an hour before going to bed, and sure enough, it has paid off, and now my son can walk a few steps with his hands on the furniture in the house. I was indescribably happy, but my son was not satisfied, and he said to me with confidence, 'Mom, I have to keep exercising, I have a dream to be a sprint champion in the future!' He told me not to tell anyone yet, that it was a little secret between me and him......"

Hearing this, I burst into tears, and the softest part of my heart was gently lifted. Unexpectedly, the single mother didn't cry, she breathed a sigh of relief, looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, I told you so much, it made you feel annoyed, right?" ”

"Nope." I shook my head and said, "Thank you for sharing with me the joys and sorrows of your heart, and your son's little secret." ”

The single mother stared into my eyes for a long time before she whispered to me, "Let me tell you another little secret." ”

She slowly put her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "I think I kind of understand what this is all about. I know what's going on outside and inside. ”

We stared at her in amazement, "What? How would you know? ”

She sneered, "It's been so long, we should have figured it out, shouldn't we?" ”

My numb brain turned mechanically, "What the hell...... What's going on? ”

The single mother got up from the ground and said, "I also guessed, and I am not completely sure, so it is inconvenient to tell you." I'm afraid...... affects you. ”

I think the more she talks about me, the more confused I become, and I want to get to the bottom of it. The single mother looked at me with a sad expression and said, "Thank you for talking so much to me. In the future, you can do it yourself. With that, he turned and left, behind a few rows of shelves.

I was dumbfounded, unable to react for a long time. She said what she meant that we should all figure it out. What do you mean by saying I'm afraid it will affect me? What did she realize? If she figured it out, why couldn't she tell us all? A series of questions swirled and grew larger and larger in my restless imagination, weighing my heart heavy and breathless.

Just then, I heard a "bang" of gunshots. The gunshot struck me with some kind of explosion in my head. I seemed to know what was happening, and my eyes went black. I struggled to my feet and staggered to the spot where the gun rang out. I felt like the world was spinning in front of me - the single mother who had been talking to me a minute ago was now lying on the edge of the wall, with blood stained on the wall behind her. The bullet was fired from her mouth to the back of her head. And the red-haired thug knelt beside her, pistol in hand.

"No ——!" I screamed hoarsely, tears welling up in my eyes.

Hurried footsteps - several other people in the supermarket also ran over at this moment, staring at the scene in front of them with their mouths open.

The red-haired thug seemed to realize something at this moment, and he shook off his pistol sharply, and hastily explained, "No, I didn't do it!" I'm just closest. When I heard the gunshot, I ran here and saw that she had shot herself! I stepped forward to make sure, and picked up the pistol that had fallen at her feet......"

"Enough! You murderer! The fashion girl exclaimed, "The facts are all in front of you, what else do you have to quibble!" You haven't had time to escape this time, so that's why we caught it! ”

She couldn't help but say to her boyfriend and middle-aged uncle next to her: "What are you still doing in a daze!" Hurry up and subdue him! ”

As if he wanted to prove something to his girlfriend, the little white-faced boy mustered up the courage to take two steps forward. The red-haired thug picked up the pistol in a panic and pointed it at the little white-faced boy: "Don't come here!" ”

Everyone didn't dare to move, and they froze there. I think my brain was completely filled with grief and I didn't even react. In fact, from the signs of my single mother's conversation with me a few minutes ago, and especially the resolute look with which she said her last words to me, I should have been able to deduce that she had indeed died by suicide. If I had come forward at this point to prove that the red-haired thug had told the truth, I might have avoided the tragedy that followed. Unfortunately, my mind was filled with grief and confusion, and I didn't do anything.

The little white-faced boy didn't know what kind of bewitchment or stimulation he received, and instead of his usual timidity and cowardice, he was still trying to get closer to the red-haired gangster. He stretched out his hand forward, and at the same time slowly moved forward, and said in his mouth, "Hey, don't be impulsive, you put the gun down first, okay?" ”

"I said, don't come here!" The red-haired thug roared, shaking his pistol, "Don't force me to shoot!" ”

"If you shoot, you're a murderer." The little white-faced boy looked directly at him.

"Shut up! Don't be there to fake! The red-haired thug roared, "Didn't you think I was a murderer in the first place? You've always been suspicious of me, haven't you? Just because I dress like this and dye my hair like this, you don't look at me as a good person! You bastards who judge people by their appearance, you don't even listen to my explanations, and you self-righteously condemn me! ”

"We didn't convict you." The little white-faced boy slowly moved forward, "What happened just now, let's sit down and talk slowly, okay?" You put the gun down first. ”

"Don't get any closer!" The red-haired thug had retreated to the wall, his face had become insane, and the hand holding the gun was trembling with nervousness, "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking right now?" Hold me steady first, and when I slack off, you will rush up and subdue me. Stop dreaming! I'm not going to let you get away with it......"

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

Everyone froze, including the red-haired thug, who looked at the pistol suspiciously, as if he didn't know what he had just done. The little white-faced boy in front of him also slowly looked at his chest with the same suspicious gaze, then covered his heart in pain, his legs weakened, and he knelt down. The fashion girl screamed, flew over, held her boyfriend's body, and screamed: "Heng! What happened to you? Oh my God, don't scare me! When she raised her hand, she saw that her hands were full of blood, and then looked at her boyfriend's chest—there was an extra bloody hole in her heart, and she shook her head in pain, hugged her boyfriend and cried.

"Jia ......" The little white-faced boy looked at his girlfriend with difficulty, his voice was weak and empty, "I'm in your heart...... Is it a man? ”

"Yes...... Yes, of course you are. The fashionable girl held his face and wept silently.

"Really...... That's great...... It's a pity that I won't be able to protect you in the future...... You want...... Protect yourself...... I love ......" Before the last word "you" could be spoken, he choked out a mouthful of blood, his neck tilted, and his head drooped weakly to the side.

"Constant ...... Constant? She cried out twice in fright and helplessness, swaying from side to side while holding her boyfriend's body, and crying and shouting again, but to no avail. She put down her boyfriend's corpse in grief, suddenly her face changed, she raised her head, and two eyes full of resentment and resentment were inserted into the red-haired thug like sharp knives, and she said word by word: "You murderer! ”

"No...... Not that I wanted to shoot. The red-haired thug hastily explained, "It was the gun that went off...... and at this point, he seemed to realize how pale the justification seemed at the moment. And the fashion girl had already stood up from the ground, looking like she was about to rush forward and fight him desperately. The red-haired thug suddenly shouted, "Okay! I know it's useless to say anything now! Fuck, I can't live anyway, I'm going to die sooner or later! ”

He took the pistol in front of him, broke the chamber, looked at the bullets inside, and said to himself, "Give the last bullet to one of you." With that, he raised his pistol to his temple, looked at us in great astonishment, and finally said:

"Actually, you guessed it right, I'm a fucking street thug. But I tell you, I've never deliberately killed anyone - except myself! ”

"Bang!" Gunfire rang out for the third time today. He fell stunned in the blood-soaked flowers.

This time, I finally really passed out.