O1: Painful memories

Wu Zihao moved his fingers with difficulty, the feeling of physical and mental exhaustion made him very uncomfortable, he wanted to turn over, or sit up, but he was weak, even when he opened his eyes, it was as if he had a thousand pounds of weight, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open half a minute.

Not only is it extremely uncomfortable physically, but also in the mind, chaotic, disordered, all kinds of chaos.

There was a faint delicate face in his mind that was gradually fading, and there was a voice that seemed to be far away in the sky was still echoing, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

After a long time, in addition to the uncomfortable and painful feelings, he began to have a slight ability to think.

"Why is it so uncomfortable? Where is this? Who am I? What happened? ”

Flashing thoughts came one after another, and he was irritable, restless, and uncomfortable and tried to sit up again.

Struggling hard, struggling desperately, finally, he saw a woman's face clearly, this is not a beautiful facial features, but there is a soft, quiet face.

The voices echoing in my head began to become clearer, and I could faintly make out intelligible notes.

"Wu Zihao, wake up, Wu Zihao, don't fall asleep, wake up, wake up, ......"

"By the way, my name is Wu Zihao, I am Wu Zihao......" suddenly hurt in my head, a heart-rending pain, the pain was clear and profound.

He wanted to cover his head or replace the sharp pain in his head with other pains, but he couldn't even move his fingers now.

In that way, he clearly endured the pain that made him unbearable, the mental pain, the soul pain, the physical pain, the comprehensive pain, which made him unbearable, and he could collapse at any time.

In the midst of the severe pain, fragments appeared in my mind, like watching a movie, quietly appearing, and passing away, which is a memory of a person's growing up.

"What's wrong with me?" He began to think, and combined with the memories that appeared in his head, he began to judge that he must be sick or something.

The memories of growing up appear quietly like flowing water, coming and going, these are relatively plain and featureless memories, flashing like a horse watching flowers.

Suddenly, memorable fragments began to appear, why did this feeling occur, why did you feel that this memory was more profound? He didn't know for the time being, and he couldn't think about it.

The deep memories gradually converge into fragments, fragment one:

In a very ordinary corner of a certain city, on a noisy morning, under the corner of the overpass where people come and go, a young man who was jogging in the morning suddenly fell.

Gradually, people gathered around the young man, but the indifferent crowd was just watching, and not even one of them came forward to check.

At this moment, a young woman crowded into the crowd, seeing this figure that seemed to be extremely familiar, Wu Zihao's heart felt distressed for no reason, he wanted to shout loudly, shouting for her not to go over, not to approach the man who fainted.

But no matter how anxious he was, the incident still happened, the woman stepped on the man's side, made a simple examination for him, and then, doing a series of first aid work such as cardiac resuscitation and artificial respiration, finally, the man woke up, looked at the woman with blurred eyes, and fainted soon after.

Excerpt 2:

This is a relatively simple two-bedroom house, and every corner of this house gives Wu Zihao a very familiar feeling.

It was very painful and distressing to feel overwhelming suddenly, Wu Zihao wanted to scream hoarsely, he subconsciously wanted to keep something, and it seemed that he also wanted to forget some bad events, but the fixed fragment was still played back clearly and coldly.

Suddenly there were several figures in my mind, a man who was somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him, walking casually in the room, looking serene, proud, arrogant and confident, looking at the house with the attitude of the successful looking down on the loser, and, holding his head, sitting there, the person.

"That person ......" Wu Zihao suddenly had two completely different feelings, one extremely familiar and the other very unfamiliar.

The head was scratched up because of irritability, the beard was unkempt, the expression was dazed, melancholy, there was a great reluctance to reluctance, and there was a sense of frustration that could not be saved.

His eyes were full of pain, reluctance, love and incomprehension, and he stared blankly at the door in front of him, behind which the figures of two women were faintly visible.

"Qiong Lin ......" suddenly popped up this very familiar and sentimental name in his mind.

"You're not leaving? What are you doing here? A cold and unforgiving voice came from inside.

The soulless man exhaled, grabbed his head helplessly, stood up, heartbroken, helpless, and walked to a suitcase with difficulty.

Corresponding to his old age and powerlessness, the arrogant, proud, pretentious man blocked the way.

"Hand over the key, do you want to keep it as a souvenir?" A white, delicate, very feminine hand was spread out in front of him.

Clenching his fists, he finally slowly untied the lower set of keys from his waist, and many other fragments of the keys immediately appeared, all of which were beautiful and worthy of nostalgia.

This set of keys represents his home, his hope, and his woman, carrying his yearning and pursuit of a beautiful life, but now, he wants to give it to others, and he can't say how distressed.

Grasping the key and not wanting to let go, but the white, feminine hand was very powerful, and he snatched it, he looked at the man wistfully, and flirtatiously turned the key ring with his fingers, as he used to do.

Confident, sunny, convincing, and very strong in the other party's body, he sighed helplessly, dragged his suitcase, and walked to the door physically and mentally exhausted.

Before leaving, he reluctantly glanced at the door, inside, there was a woman who made him love to the bones, his wife, who was about to become someone else's woman, no, it should be said, she had already become someone else's woman.

"Stop!" A condescending, disdainful and disgusting voice came from behind him.

He turned slowly, and before he could finish his turn, there was a poof, and something was thrown at his feet.

His movements seemed to be doing slow motion, slow and lifeless, he slowly looked at the ground, a boxy thing was still spinning, a USB flash drive was connected to it, and it was spinning gracefully.

Disdainful, contemptuous words came from the ears: "Bring your garbage ......"

"Trash?"

But he didn't think so, this boxy thing was called a seal, it was his beloved thing, it was his favorite thing, and it was one of the tools he relied on to survive.

"Pack up and go, don't disturb our two-person world......" the man shouted rampantly.

He slowly bent down, picked up the seal on the ground, and looked at the door silently, but did not see the shadow of his nostalgia, so he walked away gloomily.

All I heard was the man's smug laughter and the grunting of the suitcase.

Excerpt 3:

On the crowded street, he dragged his suitcase and held a mobile phone with three people on it.

The woman he remembered to be familiar to the bones was sitting on the floor mat, sorting out the miscellaneous items in the room, which was piled up with so many things that it looked like a garbage dump.

It's like a garbage dump, but the things on the ground are all his beloved things, but now, these things don't matter, and the person he loves the most has betrayed him, so what's the pity about the things outside his body?

Most of the things on the ground are some calligraphy and painting works, as well as some strangely shaped ceramics and carvings, which are his works, which are works of art that he has accumulated for more than ten years and that satisfy him or have commemorative value.

The things he cherished were thrown on the ground like garbage by others, and he stepped on them with his feet at will.

What made him most grief-stricken was that the woman he loved was being held in his arms by the man who humiliated him so much, and in front of another woman, he was gently groping and kneading on her.

This kind of pro-Ni action, he will not do it in front of others anyway, because he knows that if you love someone, you must give the other party enough respect, and the obscene action is not love, but a manifestation of desire, and the most insulting behavior.

After this kind of action is seen by others, how can you imagine this woman? Will you say she's cheap?

At this time, the woman she loved, the woman he called out of Qionglin, happened to open a courier package, revealing a pair of jeans and two pairs of cotton socks.

He suddenly remembered that he had purchased these jeans from the Internet at a large price for an event.

In the picture on the mobile phone, the two were extremely happy, the woman was holding cotton socks, gestured, and handed them to the man, who smiled and took them, looked at them, and threw them into the garbage heap.

After that, they took out their jeans, and the man first threw them on the garbage heap, but when the woman saw the sign, she crawled over and picked them up, coquettishly pulled the man up, gestured at him, and then pushed him into the room to change his pants.

The woman next to her watched coldly and remained silent until the man went to the room, and she said, "Qionglin, what are you going to do?" ”

"Live a good life, anyway, I have money, even if I don't go out to do things, I can afford to support myself......" Qiong Lin said with a happy face.

"Women have no job, no life circle of their own, and in the end they will only end up in a bleak end, you have to think about it, I don't want my best leap honey to be hurt......"

"Anna, I know what I'm doing...... Qiong Lin suddenly retched as she spoke, and then ran to the toilet uncontrollably.

Anna hurriedly followed, and when Qiong Lin panted and held the bathtub, she said unhurriedly: "You have it?" Who is this kid for? No wonder you want to be a stay-at-home wife......"

"No, I ......" Qiong Lin had a hint of panic on her face, and she stopped talking.

Outside, the young man who had changed his pants didn't see anyone and called out, "Honey, where are you?" ”

Qiong Lin replied in the toilet: "Honey, I'm going to the toilet, you wait for me for a while......"

"Okay." The young man was posing and looking at his new trousers, which fit well and were comfortable to wear, and he was satisfied.

Anna saw Qionglin's panic, and she asked puzzledly, "The child is Zihao's?" Oh my! What do you think? You're not trying to knock him out, are you? ”

"No, no, it's not Zihao's, it's his, but he doesn't like children......" Qiong Lin said with some grievances: "He said that he hadn't played enough and didn't want to be restrained too early......"

"Well, you don't like children anyway......" Anna said, observing her friend's expression, she saw that Qionglin was a little reluctant, and she asked again, "Are you reluctant?" ”

Qiong Lin nodded, biting her lip aggrievedly.

"And you told him? Make the events clear, and don't leave regrets......"

"However, he suspected that this child was not his, I said it was his, I haven't been here with Zihao for months, and I can only ...... with him during this time But he didn't believe ......"

"If he doesn't believe it, you want to kill the child? Joanlin, you weren't like this before? Yes, for the sake of love, it is necessary to sacrifice, but you can't be blind, what's more, the child is innocent, he is a life, he doesn't even know what this world is, you have to deprive him of his existence, Qionglin, don't you think it's too cruel? ”

As a friend, Anna tried hard to comfort: "Joan Lin, I'm worried that you will regret it in the future......"

"Anna, I'll think again......"

(End of chapter)

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