"ok!" The male ghost hesitated, "OK, just do it, but I have to come first!" "
The first chapter is exposed
I not only saved myself from the humiliation tragedy, but also saved Lan Yuhan. I was a little stunned myself.
Seeing the male ghost coming towards me, ready to induce me to die, my heart moved, and my hands immediately grasped Lan Yuhan’s hands tightly. Lan Yu’s hands were very cold, and there was almost no temperature at all. I put my hands together with hers and said, "Yu Han, your hands are so cold. I’ll warm you up. Please wake up quickly."
The male ghost came over with a dagger and tried to put it in my hand, but he didn’t know where to put it.
Chihuo aside sneer at a way "how didn’t recruit? Give it back to me. "
"You shut up!" The male ghost scolded, "I must have a plan if you don’t make trouble!" Why do I feel something is wrong now? "
Speaking, the male ghost blew a breath at me, still as angry as gray smoke. The gas hit my face without freezing cold, but it was a kind of burning, which made people a little drunk and burning.
It’s as if something that shouldn’t and shouldn’t have been forcibly injected into my mind. This thing awakens those memories that have been buried for a long time, and unconsciously many, many negative emotions and pictures emerge in disorder.
I remember when I was a child, my parents went out to work, and my own home was bullied by the big children in the village. A group of them carried me and threw me into the stinking ditch, and then laughed …
I remembered that I woke up one night only to find that my parents were not at home. At that time, kerosene lamps and candles stopped at home almost every night. I lit a candle with matches and looked for no one in the house. The door was locked. I punched a crack in the door and got out of the gap. Then I couldn’t see my fingers. I cried while walking in fear. Dad! " There is no one on the road, and the lights are on in every house. In the dark, I feel like an abandoned child.
I remember when I was very young, my grandfather was dying. He lay on the bed facing the wall and curled up in a ball towards us. There was hardly any light in the bedroom. It was dark and gloomy, and everyone in the family sobbed. It was like being trapped in a pool and unable to move, and the sky was overcast. The water in the pool slowly overflowed until it drowned the neck …
I also remember what happened in the ten-person ditch that night …
When I think of it, I have to run away from home, hide from my parents, and wander the rivers and lakes …
Think of Uncle De’s tragic death. Rong Rong’s tragic death …
All these feelings of sadness, loneliness, loneliness, desolation, anger and yearning are like the rising tide of the sea, which slowly spread to the beach.
A feeling of bitterness and sorrow came to my mind in an instant.
I almost can’t help crying. I think this man is really interesting to live all his life.
It’s as if the leaves germinate in spring, dense in summer, yellow in autumn and withered in winter, and then germinate again in spring. What is it? What’s the meaning?
I don’t think so.
"Do you think it’s boring to live?" A sound suddenly rang in my ear, which sounded gentle and unspeakable, a melancholy guide, and my mood became even more restless.
I nodded and sighed, "Yeah, it doesn’t make sense."
"You have to be bullied alive, right?"
"Yes, I was always bullied when I was a child …" I poured out all the things that I could recall being bullied, and I didn’t know what I said. I knew subconsciously that I had been saying it.
"Oh …" The voice said, "Then you are really pitiful to be bullied by so many people. It’s really meaningless to live. No one cares if you die. If you die, no one can bully you. Those who bully you will feel scared and regret when they see you die, right?"
When I nodded my head, I said "Yes".
"Then do you want to die?"
"I …" I hesitated. "I still have my parents. Will they be sad if I die?"
"Where are your parents?" The voice coaxed, "Will your parents always care about you? Will I always be with you? Then what, if you are bullied, no one will help you? Where were your parents at that time? "
"No," I shook my head. "When I was a child, they were often away from home. They often locked myself in the house and woke up in the middle of the night. There was no one at home. I was so scared."
"Yes," the voice said, "Your parents just don’t like you, they just don’t want you, they just want you to die. Then what’s the point of living if you have to live with a shy face?"
"I still have De Shu Xin …"
"Uncle De?" The voice said, "Then where is your uncle?"
"My uncle is dead," I said sadly.
"Oh, your uncle is dead, so what are you still doing alive?"
"Then I … there are people who like me." I said, "There are people who like me."
"Who likes you?"
I remembered Zheng Rongrong’s more sad way, "Dead, too."
"Yes, they are all dead. Why don’t you go to them?" The voice said, "You have to die to see them again."
I muttered, "Really?"
"Of course I don’t believe it. Try it. I won’t lie to you."
"How to try?"
"Put your hand in the palm stand."
I drifted off and pulled my hand out of Lan Yu Han’s, and then spread it for a moment as if something had been put in my palm.
The voice continued, "Pull your hand to your neck! Then everything will be fine! You’ll see your relatives right away! You will never be bullied or abandoned again! "
I was slowly raise my hand by this seductive discourse guide and rowed toward my neck.
"Chen Guichen!"
At this time, when I stopped drinking, my mind rang, which made me tremble and I couldn’t help but wake up a little.
"Who called my name?" I murmured.