He has always felt that the begonias in April are particularly bright, and when he squinted slightly and looked up at the branches, the sunlight was projecting on his face through the mottled branches and leaves, and the slight warmth made him in a trance. 

The mood will be slightly happy, so the corners of his mouth will be hooked, and he will stand stupidly under the flowers of the tree, showing a shallow smile.

"Liuche! Don't look at those flowers! ”

Not far away, his mother's familiar voice came from the room, which seemed a little anxious and stern, and his mother interrupted his reverie, very unceremoniously. 

The smile froze.

Liuche turned around, and his mother was standing at the window, looking at him anxiously. He didn't understand why his mother's occasional strange behavior was the reason, such as the excessive reverence for some of the family's old ornaments, such as the fact that he was not allowed to look at the begonias. 

How beautiful those begonias are, swaggering in the spring breeze and summer, as thin as light yarn, bright as the morning glow.

Why didn't his mother allow him to see it?

The mother came running from the house in a panic, and pulled him into the house without saying a word, and her mouth began to babble some strange words. Like a deceased grandmother, the gods are chattering. 

Of course, unlike the completely pathological and superstitious grandmother, my mother only did this occasionally, but every time my mother started to chatter, he couldn't help frowning, and his heart was impatient. 

He is a high school student who receives a modern education, and how can he believe in those bizarre and bizarre things. 

"Mom, don't do that." 

"Hey, you don't understand......" was another long list of retro teachings, but he didn't listen to them much. 

And the right eyelid began to jump abruptly at the right time, left auspicious and right. The brain is a little strangely groggy, and the heart is flustered, probably, something bad will happen? Perhaps, it's just because the orbicularis oculi muscle, a very thin muscle in the eyelids, contracts repeatedly due to exhaustion.

Yes, he was tired, for his mother, who could not communicate, for his mother, who was eccentric.

His mother seemed to notice his strangeness, and a pair of soft and warm hands touched his neck, which was cool for a while, and suddenly felt clear. 

"Mom--" he said, trying to ignore the three-point anomalies and make himself normal, he tried to refute something. 

"How many times have you said it, don't look at those flowers, why don't you listen! Ay. ”

Instead, he glanced at Begonia again, like the plot of a fable about not thinking about elephants, he wanted to see it, he couldn't control it, he wanted to see it. The begonias were beautiful, hazy, shrouded in a cloud of red mist, and had a strange gravitational pull on him. 

Glancing at his mother again. 

The red dress that my mother wears today, lined with red begonias, is a young woman with a natural aristocratic temperament, and she is slender and beautiful. 

However, he inexplicably smelled an old and stale smell. 

It is like a zombie in a thousand-year-old tomb, sleeping in a dark and damp tomb that can still maintain its brilliance before death, and once it comes into contact with sunlight and air, it will quickly decay.

It doesn't seem right to think of your mother that way, but she can be a nuisance sometimes. 

Yes, he sometimes hates his mother. 

After entering the house, Liuche returned to his room and lazily turned on the computer. Habitually log in to the penguin and listen to the song or something. 

Then spread out the workbook and write quietly. 

Didi! Didi! 

There is a message reminder.

Breaking the tranquility of Liuche's thoughts, in fact, the voice sounded very abruptly in the cold and quiet room.

Who will message him at this time?

Squinting a glance, an unfamiliar avatar popped out of the lower right corner, flashing continuously. 

Curiosity, he put down the homework in his hand, clicked on it casually, and suddenly popped up in the dialog box, there were only two words:

"Help me"

Sharp and dazzling.

Then it shows that it is typing for a long time, and it seems that the other party is struggling to type every word. 

Liuche looked strange, and was a little careless, and was about to turn it off, but the message that had just been sent was reflected in his eyes: "Please save me"

And then there was no follow-up for a long time. 

Liuche waited for a while, thinking that the other party would continue to send something to prove his dangerous situation. However, there was no more to talk about. 

Is it a prank by netizens? He thought, then clicked the button to close. 

It must be a liar. 

Speaking of which, there have been a lot of telecom fraud cases lately, right? Why should he believe it? Maybe after he replies to save the other party, the other party will use the medical expenses as an excuse to extort a large amount of money from him? It's not safe, there's no need to take care of it, right?

Thinking of this, I stopped paying attention to it and continued to write my homework.....

However, there was a vague uneasiness in my heart. 

For this somewhat inexplicable message. 

He shook his somewhat chaotic head and continued to do his homework, trying not to care. 

Because, he didn't know, he didn't know that on the other end of the computer, a teenager about his age, pale lying on the blood-stained keyboard, panting, sweating profusely, he clutched his heart, struggling to type more words, and in the end, he just stared hopelessly at the dialog box that did not reply, twisted his painful face, and finally lost any strength. 

Acute angina, sudden. 

There was no one around, and the mobile phone was charging in the living room, and there was only his computer at hand, and his strength was only enough to support the computer in front of him to send a distress message. 

The hand holding the mouse struggled to move the cursor, but accidentally missed the family's avatar and clicked on a netizen who had not been in touch for a long time. 

I can only gamble, and bet on whether there will be basic trust between people. Little by little, I sent a message calling for help, and the other party only needed to help me dial 120, and the hospital could locate my own, as long as the other party dialed a little...... However, however, there was no follow-up, and even the other party did not reply. 

Maybe the other person isn't there? Perhaps, or maybe not at all...... But whatever the reason, there was no turning back. 

And my sense of suffocation is getting stronger and stronger, so painful, so painful...... 

…… 

Don't gamble your life on others. 

He suddenly understood the meaning of the sentence - it seemed a little late. 

Then breathe a sigh of chokeness. 

Drowning in endless darkness and cold. 

…… 

Inside the ancient building. 

"Come to dinner." Outside the door, Liuche's mother called him, and in her tone, she returned to her usual arrogance. 

"Well, here it is, here it is." Liuche replied nonchalantly, and his eyes glanced at the begonias outside the window. 

The sky is getting late, outside the deep window, the cold wind is blowing lonely, and the begonias are blooming in the steep night breeze, with a touch of bright red and blood-colored luster. 

Blood red. 

The greater the sense of unease. 

"Mom—" he opened his mouth to say something. 

"Don't talk while you're eating." 

“……”

Nothing should happen. 

Just a cyber crook.