Rulers aren't everyone's cup of tea.

But a ruler is useful.

The ruler is also more disciplined than the knife, at least, every time the ruler is stretched out, there is often a sense of proportion and a bottom line.

Knives are different, they can be stabbed out whenever you want. He doesn't need a reason, he doesn't need an excuse, he doesn't need rules.

The knife can slide both from the top and from the bottom to the top if you want.

Especially this knife.

There was no need to pay any price when the knife was stabbed out, but when he took it back, it was an unexpected price.

This price is sometimes the word "conscience" written on rice paper in blood, and sometimes, this price is the word "killing" when Chi Guoguo stepped on the soil.

……

Tonight Huanhuan is a fish.

The fish's eyes were white and bulging, and the round black eyes were hard and stiff. The fish also had its mouth open and seemed to say something.

Obviously, Huanhuan is in a bad mood today.

The fish is a little salty, and I don't know if it's because the oil is spilled or because there is too much salt, but the fish belly meat that should be delicate in the mouth is covered up by the saltiness and bitterness.

Yang Zheng still endured the discomfort and finished eating the fish in his mouth, he looked at Huanhuan's lost eyes, his mouth was open one by one, as if he wanted to say something like this fish.

But in the end, he couldn't say anything.

This dinner should be the longest meal he has ever eaten.

After the meal, he wanted to scramble to wash the dishes. But listening to Huanhuan's low footsteps, he could only sit stupidly in place.

He breathed and gasped, his mouth open and closed, the words stuck in his throat as if he were struggling. I don't know how long he struggled, and in the end he could only turn the things in his throat into a sigh helplessly.

He stood up and walked into his bedroom with blank eyes.

He listened to the sound of the rushing water, and remembered Huanhuan's painful eyes, those red and swollen eyes should have cried.

He was a little angry, but a little overwhelmed in the anger.

I don't know when it became more and more difficult for him to express the anger in his heart on his face, and I don't know when he always felt that he not only had a sword hidden in his heart, but also a knife stuck in his heart.

Unlike a sword, which can be drawn no matter what age it is, that knife seems to sink deeper and deeper into the heart as it gets older.

This knife should be called emotion, because emotion should be the same thing as a knife, something that everyone is closely related to from birth and throughout their lives.

He thought, from the scissors that cut the umbilical cord when people were born to the kitchen knives used for cooking; And from the scalpel when he was sick to the end of his life, isn't it just a cycle of joy, anger and sorrow in life?

It's just that knives and swords are different.

The knife does not seem to be as noble as the sword, because it does not have the mysterious and romantic temperament of the sword, nor does it have the elegant appearance of the sword.

Knives have always been perceived as cruel, fierce, barbaric, and even inferior.

As a result, knives are generally trapped in their scabbards, and over time, knives are trapped deeper and deeper.

It wasn't until the scabbard rotted that the knife revealed its original coldness, which was even more dazzling than the sword.

……

The various advertisements in the screen browser, as well as the dazzling information, all made Yang Zheng want to pull out the knife and cut everything in front of him to pieces.

But he still restrained himself, because there were not only these ghosts and ghosts on the screen, but also Huanhuan comics.

It's been a long time since he's read Huanhuan's comics, and it seems that apart from the routine voting, the memory of her comics only exists in the tears left by the chess girl because she couldn't play chess.

Could it be because she didn't read Huanhuan's comics that she is so lost today?

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng put down the angry knife in his heart and clicked on Huanhuan's cartoon with the mouse.

I haven't seen it for three days, Huanhuan's collection has increased by two, and now there are five readers who are willing to follow her comics, and the comment area seems to be lively because of these two newcomers.

The comments one or two lines shook Yang Zheng's eyes a little sore.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously until he had them brightened.

Only then did he realize that the comments in the book review area were actually snakes spitting letters!

The snakes of different colors were carved with lines of crooked small characters.

"This is also worthy of being called a comic?" The tattoo on a white snake reads.

The tattoo on the other blue snake reads: "What a rubbish painting." ”

Above the blue and white snakes, there was an even more bloated green snake with more tattoos on its body than the two snakes combined.

"Can this also be called a chess comic? Author, don't come to defile our chess. Chess is not a tool for you to make money, it is a legacy! ”

The tattoo of the green snake attracted countless purple snakes and yellow snakes to watch.

The black snakes that looked the same but were actually different also had tattoos painted on them.

The tattoos on the black snake and purple snake are basically composed of one word, two words and three characters, some of which are written onlookers, some are written to eat melons, and some are swearing, and they are unforgiving.

The 5,000-year-old Chinese character culture of the Chinese characters seems to be vividly exerted in this purple snake and black snake.

Of course, there is also a snake with a difference.

The snake came in four colors.

Quarter white, quarter black, quarter blue, quarter purple.

The tattoo on this snake bears a person's name.

This name, Yang Zheng should have seen it. He hurriedly closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

He shook it several times before he threw the colorful snakes behind him.

When he opened his eyes, he reopened his browser, and the ads that had made him feel disgusting and sticky, and the headlines of the messages that made people stunned to sell dog meat with sheep's heads, seemed to suddenly become cute again.

He trembled in the only long blank space on the browser's homepage, searching for a name, as the people in charge of the browser wished.

Waiting for him to stop, trembling hands.

He saw that on the page, white snakes appeared again, and the white snakes had human faces and snake bodies.

The human face is all compassionate, and the snake body is also charming.

The snake-fleshed human faces formed an unnamed monster, forming a line of Chinese characters that people were full of desire to read.

"On the most disgusting domestic comics in December".

This line of headlines made Yang Zheng's hands tremble again, but this time, his trembling hand firmly grasped the butcher knife he had finally put down before.

Disgusting, feeling, and most.

These three words should not and cannot appear together.

In that man's exaggerated concoction,

Became a youkai.

A youkai dressed in human skin, actually a snake body, and holding two knives.

That compassionate face, smiling.

Those eyes like snakes, one eye containing countless gold coins.

The other eye holds a myriad of little white people who can only smile and have no faces.

They laughed again with the youkai.

That laughter swept over the cold glow in Yang Zheng's hand!