He Zhan walked in the cold air, but his chest was churning with hot blood, and the snow under his feet was "creaking" by him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind it is a dimly lit street, snowflakes are falling, and in front of you is a brightly lit hospital building.

The old man in the guard room at the entrance of the hospital was sitting in the small room napping, and when he felt the wind as he passed by, he shivered, and suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"Hey! Who is that, what are you doing, it's past the family visit time now, if you have something urgent, come and register first. ”

The old man opened the window of the guard room, waved the registration book and shouted loudly to He Zhan's back: "The hospital has regulations, you can't just go in like this, hear it!" ”

In fact, he wouldn't be so strict on weekdays. But the person he saw today gave him a little foreboding for no reason, as if if if he just let this person in, something bad would happen.

His hunch turned out to be right.

It's just that his choice was really wrong

He Zhan turned his head, glanced at the notebook in his hand, snorted contemptuously, and raised his hand to wave at him.

The old man vaguely saw a black shadow flash in front of his eyes, and the next moment, he felt a little cold on his neck.

The scene in front of him changed rapidly, and when he finally froze, he saw a pair of boots standing with dirty black snow water.

A little further up, there was a machete dripping with blood.

Hey? How did I fall to the ground?

This was the old man's last thought before he lost consciousness.

He Zhan lowered his head and looked at the human head that was still staring at his feet, snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked it aside.

The headless corpse in the guard room fell to the ground with a dull thud.

He turned his head and glanced towards the entrance of the hospital.

A woman in a black dress was standing there, her translucent body constantly shaking under the streetlight, but there was no shadow.

She dropped her hand from something on her chest and smiled at him.

"Thanks!"

He Zhan beckoned to her, excitedly changed the knife from his right hand to his left hand, lowered his head and spat at the palm of his hand, and changed the knife back to his right hand.

"Come on, let's keep ...... like this"

He grinned excitedly, his eyes full of madness, and the thing called "humanity" had completely disappeared from him.

The female ghost in black followed him with her hands behind her back and fluttered behind him, her face full of pride, as if she was a queen patrolling the territory.

They walked slowly through the wide courtyard of the hospital, not worried about wasting their time...... They have time to waste anyway.

The people in this hospital, ignorant and defenseless of their impending fate, can only let out a cry of terror when death comes to them, and then accept the end of their fate.

He Zhan didn't know the female ghost behind him, but when she asked for "help", she readily agreed.

Anyway, people always have to die, what is the difference between living now and dying, it is better to bury a few more before I die.

It's best to take "them" with you, and it's good to be a companion on Huangquan Road.

Watching the moths cry and beg for mercy before killing them makes me feel excited just thinking about it.

Thinking so, he dug through all the money he had on his body, and after some haggling at the flyover stall, he returned to the place he hated with a heavy machete.

The female ghost who said that she wanted to help him did not break her promise, and was still waiting for him under the street lamp at the entrance of the hospital.

He walked towards the hospital building step by step, in fact, this distance was not long, but for some reason, he felt as if he had walked for a long, long time, and the low steps in front of him seemed to be far away.

So long that he can almost recall his life over and over again, even the smallest things clearly.

He was born into a very ordinary rural Chinese family.

My father drank and gambled heavily, and if he drank too much, he would beat people and smash things, and when he was sober, he knelt down to apologize and beg for forgiveness from his family.

My mother is a housewife with little education, she washes clothes and cooks step by step, takes care of her drunk husband and doesn't dare to run away when she is beaten, and likes to say to him every day: "If it weren't for you, I would have left a long time ago, although he usually treated me well after drinking too much, and it was your father again, how can you say that we should divorce, what if I leave this house!" You behave well, be obedient and obedient, how can he beat you, it must be your fault if you will be beaten. ”

Then after being beaten by his father, he still vented all his temper on his young son. Walking, eating, writing, sleeping, no matter what, can be found fault by the angry mother.

Even if he just sits in the yard in a daze, he will still be called over and scolded for reasons such as "don't stare at people directly", "don't rely on it casually, it will stain your clothes, do you know how troublesome it is for me to wash clothes", "it's better to come and help me ~ work, you are born lazy" and other reasons.

In such a family environment, he has a bad temper. Occasionally, there would be times when there was no food at home, and he gradually learned to go to other people's houses to get them. If he is scolded, he will be scolded back unceremoniously, and if someone does something with him, he will fight back without thinking about it.

Although he was still a child at that time, he was very ferocious, and he did not cry out in pain when he was beaten, but just glared back fiercely with a pair of beast-like eyes. As soon as the other party stopped, he immediately fought back frantically. He fights with a ruthlessness that is not afraid of death, in the face of the huge gap in physical strength, he often smashes whatever he has at hand, whether it is rocks, sand or even scissors and kitchen knives, what he catches and throws anything, the end of this madness has frightened many strong men.

Several adults suffered at his hands, and the most serious one was almost chopped off half of his palm by a kitchen knife thrown at him. After a long time, gradually no one dared to care about him, and the people who were stolen by him could only secretly shout "unlucky" and let him go, and no one dared to confront him head-on.

"The child of the He family is a little madman" The saying spread in the village at some point.

In fact, he didn't have many friends in the first place, and children of the same age were reluctant to take him when they played. Because his mother would catch him at some point, and scold him for being playful, it was too much fun for the children to get together with him.

In addition, after the name of his "madman" gradually came out, every family had to warn their children to stay away from him, and he finally became more and more withdrawn.

In such an environment, academic performance is naturally not good.

My father had to gamble with a little money, and he often had to pay for ten days and half a month in arrears, and the longest time it could even drag on for a month, so that he was almost driven home, and the teachers at school did not have a good face for him.

He grew up in such a rampage and savage until the end of the nine-year compulsory education.

In rural areas, children who can't get into high school have to go out to work. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old at the time, and he was supposed to go to work with his peers, but the father, who had no conscience for many years, somehow, had an unprecedented sense of responsibility as a "father", and after a lot of tossing, he actually found a good way out for him.

My father had a poker friend in his sixties who was also an old gambler. The difference is that the poker friend has a promising son at home, and he never cares how much money he loses when he is a father.

That son was an officer.

He Zhan's father played cards badly, lost all the year round, and his card friends often lost more than him, and the two of them lost and lost and got together to have a drink.

After drinking too much, the father of the He family went home to beat his wife, and after the beating, he calculated where to get some money to maintain the family's livelihood. The poker player went home slowly, slept in the house assigned by his son, counted the wages sent by his son, and calculated who to play cards with tomorrow.

After He Zhan stopped studying, every time his father drank too much, in addition to beating his wife, he also had to add an activity - complaining to card friends that he had raised a son who had no interest, this is not good, that is not good, and when he goes out to work, people think he is short, far less promising than the children of "other people's" families.

The card friend may have been annoyed by his chatter, and one day, after the two of them were both drunk, they simply called their son, greeted He Zhan and asked for a place to join the army.

At that time, it was not difficult to say that it was difficult, and it was not easy to say that it was simple, in short, such a result was a big bargain for He Zhan.

He passed the physical examination and political examination without any danger...... After examining one by one, I still had some unreal feelings when I finally sat on the train to the troops, and I wondered if I was dreaming in a trance.

Did I really escape from that nightmare family so easily?

He was holding a small amount of luggage, listening to the concerned instructions of the parents who came to see him off at the train station, or crying sadly, and his mood was not sad, but became more and more happy.

No one at home came to see him off, and when he left, his father only had one sentence: "Don't embarrass me outside, don't patronize yourself when you earn money, remember to honor your parents at home first." ”

Now that I think about it, maybe he didn't send me away to find a way out for me, but to envy the carefree life of his poker friends, and wanted me to provide for him after I got out of the way.

This little worry only flashed through his heart, and was overshadowed by the great joy of leaving home.

After the whistle sounded, the train "clanged" for a whole day, sending him to a southern city. The hot weather and hard training did not make him feel painful, at least the troops were able to eat on time, and even if the instructor boss scolded, it was because he made mistakes, not for no reason like his parents at home.

No one here knows anything about his past. Everyone lives the same hard life, at most, I think this guy doesn't like to talk very much, he eats and lives together every day, and after being together for a long time, he naturally becomes a friend who talks about everything.

It was almost the most comfortable time in his life, he didn't have to think about his livelihood, he just had to live his life step by step. Although it was a little harder, it was much better than the anxiety of being scolded and beaten at home at any time.

He had been in the army for a total of seven years, and by the time it was time to go home, he was twenty-three years old. When I was in the army, I didn't spend much money, and most of my allowance was sent home, and I still had a lot left when I finally retired.

When I packed my backpack and went home, I was just in time for vacation. A group of comrades-in-arms went out with him for a drink to see him off, and when the ghosts cried wolf and hugged him and shouted that he was reluctant, he was even rarely moved, and had a little urge to cry.

But the twisted personality corrected by the care of his friends, and the dark cruelty diluted by time, quickly returned to him after he returned home.

His little money was lost by his father overnight. On the night he first got home, the old man, who had drunk too much, came home, picked up the burning stick by the pot, and rushed it at the sleeping child.

The drunken old man thought that the child lying on the kang was still the thin and short child who could only shrink in the corner and hold back tears without saying a word after being beaten, and had long forgotten that his son had been immersed in the army for many years, and he was no longer the weak man who could not fight back and scolded and did not return the mouth.

The hard and thick ~ long burning stick was snatched away by He Zhan, who had not yet woken up, and waved it a few times, almost scaring his father out of his heart ~ disease.

The old man hid in the corner with his chest clutched, looking at his son in horror, and most of his drunkenness dissipated at once.

He dodged quickly and didn't get hit, but he was still scared. After seeing his son regain consciousness and reluctantly apologize with his head down, a wave of anger rose in his heart.

"It's against you! How dare you beat your father! You're going to rebel! ”

The old man who bullied the soft and was afraid of the hard patted his chest, hid in the corner and stared at his son, and scolded: "Get out of here!" I don't have a son like you, I've been out there for so many years, and I brought back such a little money! How right did you give birth to your raised parents! I didn't learn anything else, but I learned to do it with your father! You get out of here now, I don't have your son! ”

While scolding and wailing, he stretched out his hand to open the "squeaky" wooden door at home, and pointed to the door to tell He Zhan to "get out". The expression on his face was like watching a mad dog that was biting indiscriminately, with disgust mixed with fear, and a little "I wish you would die soon".

Hearing the noise, my mother also woke up. She only had a cursory understanding of the situation, so she decisively followed her father to stand on the same front, stretched out her finger and pointed at the tip of He Zhan's nose, and cried and scolded sharply: "You little white-eyed wolf with no conscience, your parents raised you so big, is this how you repay us?" Dare to do it with your father now, will you still kick us out of the house in the future? You eat fragrant and spicy food at home, let us go out to ask for food, freeze to death and starve outside! ”

It was winter, and He Zhan only wore a thin shirt when he slept, and he was blown by the cold wind at the door, but he completely woke up.

It's not just the confusion that wakes up from sleep, but also the pain and resentment that has been going on for so many years.

When he first got home, his father had a greedy expression on his face, and he didn't even ask "are you tired", but he directly reached for his backpack and turned over the envelope containing the money before showing a bright smile on his face.

My mother was just babbling about "why do you have so much money" and "you have to honor your parents", and dinner was just a hot and hot dish left over from noon.

What am I doing here with such a home?

Thinking this in his heart, he instead showed a very calm smile at the angry parents in front of him.

Then he smashed the thick ~ long burning stick in his hand.

The sound of the wood breaking did not drown out the angry scolding of the parents, and the two emotional people did not even pay attention to this detail.

"Okay, then I'll go."

He Zhan threw the broken fire stick to the ground casually, took out a set of clothes he brought back from the army, and quickly put it on his body, still maintaining a smile on his face: "You are right, giving birth to me is like not giving birth." I'll leave now, and you won't have to worry about me anymore. I'm here anyway...... Nothing good for you either. ”

When he said this, he was always smiling, his heart was very relaxed and calm, and he did not forget to close the dilapidated wooden door when he went out.

The cursing of his parents behind him came faintly from the cracks in the doors and windows, and it sounded more and more unbearable, but he didn't care much anymore.

He just walked out of the house casually and never looked back.

After leaving home, he maintained his original taciturn, less talk and more action, and looked like a steady and reliable person. With the status of a veteran, it is not difficult to find a job.

It's just that I don't read a lot of books, and it's all hard work to find and find after all. The income is not high, but it is self-reliant, and there is no need for family support, and of course there is no need to support family members.

He wandered alone outside for a few years, changing places every once in a while, like duckweed without roots, unable to settle down. In such a situation, it is natural that you will not be able to make a close friend. Gradually, he became more and more desperate for the thing of warmth, and no longer believed that there was anything sincere in this world.

Until he met the woman, his wife. (To be continued.) )