The Dull Prelude of the Wedge Chapter: Unrepentant
When the scholar decided to kill the boss of his gang, he did not hesitate in his heart, nor did he deliberately think about it - it should be said that when a person sleeps, walks, eats and poops every day, he is thinking about one thing, planning.
He is obsessed with one thing, waiting for the opportunity for this matter and has been a little reckless for a long time. He is a little crazy and even close to being crazy. It is not necessary to give everything. Everything in the world is somewhat indifferent to this person.
If you think too much, it’s like you don’t think about it anymore. You are not afraid of death anymore, so there is nothing left to worry about.
So the scholar did it simply!
The method is clean and neat, killing with one blow!
Scholar is just a nickname and a title. In fact, "scholar" is just a thief who doesn't even know his own name.
The location was chosen well that day. It was a gas station that was about to be completed. There were no valuables and no workers left behind. The environment was very suitable for a couple to have a tryst, or to do something extremely personal, such as killing someone.
The switchblade that had accompanied the scholar for many years simply cut through the boss's neck. Blood spurted out from his neck like a fountain, like juice escaping from the skin of a tree. He couldn't even cover it up. The scholar was shocked by this.
The view was quite appreciative and comforting, so I faced it calmly.
The boss seemed to want to cough, curse, ask something, and then wanted to catch the scholar, but in the end he bent like a hoarse and weak animal on the ground, rolling like a centipede with its legs broken, until he fell to the ground half a meter deep.
In the pit.
The sky seemed a little hazy, and occasionally there was some wind. The scholar passed the index finger of his left hand under his nose, and gently inhaled the warm breath of the early summer night through his nostrils. He looked up at the night with few stars, and jumped slowly.
Go down to the pit, squat down, look down at the boss who opened his eyes wide and said "drink...drink...", and then kicked him hard in the chest!
After confirming that this man was already dying and no longer a threat to him, the scholar pointed the switchblade in his hand at the boss's blood-stained face, very carefully and regularly from right to left, from right to left, and from right to
Cut it to the left...
Eleven horizontal cuts were made, but unfortunately these lines were not completely parallel. Moreover, the two eyeballs of the boss were also cut out, which were extremely ugly. The scholar was a little dissatisfied with the look and feel of his work, so he
Start from top to bottom and left to right to continue your unfinished project.
In the end, a pattern like a field filled with blood appeared in front of the scholar. The unrecognizable boss had no signs of life for a long time. The scholar felt that the boss wanted to ask why during this process, but he finally died away without making a sound. Maybe
He has already fully understood that there is no need to ask why in this world, and it is useless to ask why. From birth to death, from night to day, why should we ask why?
Everything is possible in life.
Next, the scholar put some gasoline from the concrete mixer truck parked nearby, poured it on the boss's bright face and body, and then lit it.
The blazing flames were very high. Sand and gravel were mixed with cement. After mixing with water, the scholar squinted and used a switchblade to pry open the concrete mixer truck. He sat in the cab and poured the evenly mixed things very accurately.
The boss is still in the burning earth pit, rejecting the possibility that the boss will continue to shine and heat after death. Until the filling is completed, no trace of the earth can be seen on the flat ground.
The scholar is very calm. This kind of calm is the kind of peace that occurs after a raging fire burns everything to ashes, and the kind of peace that makes one's heart feel as if it is ashes, colorless and tasteless.
So after finishing the shooting - which he thought should be finished, he didn't feel very happy or bored. He was as indifferent as if he might as well have stepped on a grasshopper to death, or farted after eating.
Then it's normal to poop and pee.
But this thought may have existed for less than a minute, maybe half a minute.
…
Maybe the scholar has been preparing to kill a person for a long time. This person is not specific, but he knows that sooner or later he will kill someone around him.
Or, a group of people!
Kill them all, pierce their throats, pierce their hearts, castrate them, sew their mouths with cobbler needles and thread, cut them into pieces, cut off their breasts, sew their vaginas, pierce their eyes, cut off their hand tendons and hamstrings, and put them to death
Then a gust of wind blows all the ashes into the smelly ditch, and then there is a heavy rain, and everything is gone!
The whole world becomes quiet.
…
Scholars always smile when talking to people, and they are almost always not serious. They joke, talk nonsense, talk about naughty things, and tease beautiful or ugly women they know... but their hearts are completely different from their appearance.
This deep inner thought is quite different from the principles of life he has always shown in the past. Of course, his principle of life is that he has no principles.
——Maybe it is simply not something that can happen to one person. Absolutely no one can think of it. Of course no one knows about it, and it is impossible to know about it. Of course no one cares about it.
Although everyone in their group does one thing in front of them and another thing behind them, or a few different things.
Maybe others also have his idea that people are neither human nor ghosts and do not know the true face of Mount Lu. Who knows, and who would care. No one ever listens carefully to what he says, and no one cares about what he thinks.
The scholar has lived for eighteen years (perhaps eighteen years, he has no specific household registration and date of birth to check, and he feels that he will always be eighteen years old), which makes others think that he never says anything that comes to his mind.
What, and before he has thought about something clearly in his heart, he said these thoughts early, but maybe he is the kind of person who is about to put these words into action after saying these words.
After thinking about it, I feel that the idea is somewhat inappropriate, so I will knock down those ideas and start over again, or these ideas will be ignored, often with loud thunder and small rain, and the appearance is different.
Or, he never means what he says. This is normal.
Those who waited for him to make a difference and put it into practice could only wait in vain. As a result, everyone who hung out with him later knew that the scholar was definitely a "giant in words and a dwarf in action."
In other words, this guy is just a hooligan who talks a lot but doesn't practice anything. He is just a liar who talks a lot but doesn't mean what he means.
——The dog lifts the door curtain, all with one mouth, and it is him.
However, everyone in the gang seems to be like this, lying and telling lies, but this does not delay the smooth work at hand.
In fact, the scholar has been living very happily these years.
Happy, happy "live".
Live happily and die soon, see Marx soon.
At least he felt that he should live a happy life.
The scholar never knew who his biological father was, and of course he didn't know who his biological mother was, and even his seven aunts and eight aunts were missing.
The scholar is an abandoned child, or an orphan, or a child who was abducted by human traffickers and separated from his biological parents.
However, since he can remember, he has countless godfathers, brothers, grandfathers, and sisters. He does not have a godmother. Maybe he is afraid that beauty will relinquish his life early, or maybe he will be buried in the ground to enrich the nutrients of the earth. From the time he can remember, he has
He followed these hooligans all over the world to steal and cheat money. When he got a little older, he added some god sisters or god brothers to his side... Spring passed and autumn came, summer solstice and winter ended, people around him came and went.
He has also changed several similar families. From one city to another, the longitude and latitude are constantly changing, and he has long been used to it. In order to cope with this change so as not to tire the attention of others, the scholar is either in a nonchalant manner*
*Like it, either it is pretending to be profound and vicissitudes of life, but it has nothing to do with elegance anyway.
Although he is quite handsome and has very bright eyes, he has never gone to school and cannot possibly go to school. However, he yearns to study on weekdays. He always likes to visit bookstores or go to rag-picking shops.
He came back to study several books. Of course, his favorite was when he stole from other people's houses and found any large books. He always liked to bring them back, regardless of whether he could understand them or not, whether he could read the words or not.
, pretending to be like an old scholar who is taking the postgraduate entrance examination, flipping over and over to pretend to be clever, so of course he is self-taught, and he can recognize a few words. For more than ten years, his level can withstand children in the third and fourth grade of elementary school. This is because he is unwilling to be lonely.
The result of not being at ease with your job.
The relationship among the scholar's "relatives" is extremely confusing. Today, his godfather and godsister often sleep on the same bed at night, and tomorrow, his godfather holds that sister in his arms and is very busy with those "sisters'" white and slippery bodies.
Very happy.
The relationship between men and women is extremely confusing.
However, according to the scholar's long-term and detailed observation, these "sisters" enjoyed it without any pain, and seemed to be very happy. They also clearly compared each other. If one of them slept with more "elder brothers",
It seems that his voice is much louder on weekdays, as if he has some kind of support in this big family of thieves and fraud gangs.
And the men in these teams have frequent internal strife, breaking each other's heads and blood, cutting off each other's hands and fingers more casually, and some even disappear inexplicably and are never seen again.
Therefore, scholars know that only by living low-key and with some technical content can they not disappear inexplicably.
He is a low-key person, but his work is very slow.
This is a matter of interpersonal relationships and survival, so scholars cannot be careless.
The blood relationships around us are so chaotic. Men and women are as casual as taking off their clothes and eating and spitting.
When I was younger, every time the scholar huddled in the corner or under the bed, or somewhere at the top of the stairs, he would watch with interest these men and women fighting hand to hand, or even multiple groups of women, men, and men.
When trying to create the most innate happiness that goes deep into the bone marrow, listening to the sound of "吭吭哧哧" and the cries of women who are either happy or pretending to be happy, I think about those other people who live in another class.
Are the men and women who are high-sounding and arrogant in front of themselves during the day here engaged in the same physical exercises in a warm room or in the cold outdoors under the night sky?
Are all people like this?
Since the most private things that should be hidden can be performed openly and openly in front of the eyes of irrelevant outsiders, then how can humans be nobler than other species that are in heat and have sex at will?
——He has seen men and women having sex in the wild, more times than he can remember in his memory.
Therefore, from this point alone, the scholar knew early on that people are so damn hypocritical! How damn shameless!
What a fucking duplicity!
What the hell!
Dry!
Later, when the scholar himself was sensible, he would lie down, stand, kneel, or lie down in various postures on the street, stretching out his dirty hands that had never been washed, looking pitiful, staring at the passing people with sad eyes, and stretching out his hands to beg.
Of course, before this, he was held in a hug when he was young, and the person holding him pinched him quietly, making him cry hysterically. He was dragged around the streets in a wooden cart in order to win love and gain benefits.
Sadness can always win sympathy in face, and money comes in faster - no matter it is windy or rainy, thunder and lightning, no matter the four seasons overlap, the snow is falling, from this city to that city, and then from one street to another
a street.
Just like what is sung in that song: "...Ah! Wandering everywhere..."
The scholar didn't know what the movie with this wandering song was called. Later, someone told him it was called "The Song of Raz", but he insisted that it was a garbage song.
Isn't it? He believes that garbage can be moved from one place to another without being attached to it, and it won't feel bad if it is abandoned. Haven't I just been a piece of garbage all these years?
——No one cares about you, no one misses you, and no one takes a second look at you.
——I am just a panting piece of garbage.
When he grew up, he specially found this movie and watched it again. But at the time in the cinema, he felt that this bullshit movie was really boring. The male and female protagonists with big eyes and high noses were really disgusting, and the story was like a piece of wiping paper.
It's disgusting and boring. It's not as exciting as touching the huge breasts of a "sister" who is traveling with me. Although the sister's breasts are big, they are really not elastic, as if there is no flour to hold them down.
There is nothing to praise about the bag-like appearance.
He has the frustration and anger of being deeply deceived since ancient times!
——So he cursed loudly in the theater, spat everywhere unscrupulously, whistled, and almost got into a fight with a young man in the front row, but of course he didn't get into a fight in the end. He has always considered himself an intellectual rather than a violent person.
Type.
Elegance suits his own image, so he calls himself "Scholar". This is the name he gave himself without knowing the origin. It is better than others calling him "Ma Gan" or "Ya San".
At the end of the movie, he took the young man's wallet and watched from a distance as the young man was being dragged away by his girlfriend, twisting his butt, and cursed in his heart: "Go ahead! Pretend to be innocent*
*!"
He didn't know who he was scolding, that young man? Or the Raz in the movie? Or himself like this.
Scholars have a long-standing mental fatigue.
However, I don’t know who said: The ignorant are fearless.
"Haha! I have enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. They are happy and carefree."
"Garbage is garbage. Besides, nowadays, how can anyone who wants to be garbage be able to do it?"
No matter how much money you get from begging every day, you will meet tens of millions of people. Some pity you, some look down upon you, some spit on you, some are indifferent, and even some want to follow him (or her) or adopt him.
Of course, the scholar himself also wants to live a life that is very different from his current life, a life that is close to a normal person, such as acting coquettishly in the arms of his parents, attending classes in bright classrooms, walking around the streets as a family, and seeing things.
Movies or something, and then after drinking and eating, I took out a handful of money from my pocket and gave it to a beggar boy like myself on the roadside - no matter whether the gratitude in other people's eyes was fake like my own.
…
However, all this can only be thought about.
He had been infinitely close to an opportunity to part ways with his current life, but in the end it all turned out to be an illusion, and what he got in exchange was more severe surveillance and more brutal beatings from the "parents" in the gang.
If you run away you will be caught!
Dreams are easily shattered! Reality is very cruel!
So he could only settle down and live his life like this. By the time he was more than ten years old, he knew that it was difficult for him to integrate into the relatively normal world around him that was within reach but out of reach.
A dream is a dream, it is really far away from reality. Although you may mistakenly think it is very close, you will always clearly know that you are wrong, just when the dream is broken.
In the summer when the scholar thought he was thirteen years old (because he didn't know his birthday or even the year he was born), naturally, he had the first wet dream of a man. In fact, in
Before this, he was no longer a virgin, and his first contribution was to an extremely skinny "godsister". Although there were a few people watching the fight with nothing to do at the time, and they bet that he would be able to
How long can I hold on to my god sister’s squeeze?
Speaking of "fuck", that sister is the sister who is used to "fuck" him.
Dry!
——Day! You! Do it!
Therefore, his first wet dream had no commemorative significance.
After being squeezed, he didn't bother to wipe his crotch. Anyway, he was no stranger to the fishy smell, because at this time, his godfather had already ordered the whole family to go out to "go to work", although the normal working hours for their family were from
It starts at noon, and this time is also the working time for colleagues.
At noon, it is the time when normal people start eating, drinking, shopping and chatting.
The sister who was riding and swaying on the scholar's crotch had countless scars from cigarette burns all over her body, which looked like goldfish eyes, as if she was wearing a tight-fitting jacket with gray spots all over it and holes in it.
The clothes are the same, but she is even thinner and does not have the breasts and buttocks that a woman should have, so the whole process of "fucking" the scholar will not have any "breast waves" or "buttocks swaying".
After being grabbed by this "Pai Gu" sister and finally sucking out the essence of a man's first ejaculation for a woman, the scholar endured the pain of grinding and bleeding on his toes and looked at this Pai Gu girl with sweat in her mouth while holding a cigarette in her mouth.
Without changing her expression, she burned a scar on her inner thigh, and then she said to the scholar: "Little virgin, thank you, you are the 101st man that I have fucked. This is an epoch-making beginning, so
, I have to leave a good place for you, to be infinitely close to my sister's 'Peach Blossom Spring', my sister's hole must be closer to you."
Do it! - Damn it!
The scholar didn't know about the Peach Blossom Spring at first, but at that time he subconsciously felt that the place where his little stick was sucked in just now had absolutely nothing to do with the brilliant peach blossoms, and that it was just a hole, a big hole with no sides.
, a shrunken toilet that smells bad.
The scholar's little penis had so few chances to hit the "wall" inside, that he thought the reason why he "ejaculated" was just - it could only be a narcissism that he finally did that kind of thing with a woman.
the result of.
——Your mother!
However, at a certain time in the future, the scholar would always think of this woman who had no flesh on her body. He thought that he should have taken the initiative that day, and maybe the experience would be different. He also thought about whether this woman would be blown away by a strong wind.
It was blown into the sky, and then fell down like a paper kite, making no sound, just like the broken plastic bags flying in the sky and hanging on the telephone poles everywhere.
But this "Paper Kite" really disappeared later. According to accomplices, her whole body was covered in ulcers. Because she had no muscles, her tight skin was all torn apart. No one paid attention to her. She was lying in an abandoned shabby house. At first, she was still there.
I yelled a few words, then lost consciousness in pain, and then I was surrounded by thousands of flies and flesh maggots. Maybe it was more convenient for the maggots to suck the flesh from the scars burned by cigarette butts, thereby increasing the weight of my body.
I gained a lot of weight and became a puddle of human maggots.
Later, someone said that when she was found, she had become a pile of bones.
She died of many diseases, including AIDS. As for her name, how old she was, and where she came from, no one cared or could care about her.
Maybe it was because of this "god sister" that later the scholar hated women very much. Later, when he was with the woman, he was just venting or taking revenge. The ups and downs of the whole process were always "god sister".
"Ah, "do it", roaring like a wild beast that continues to attack the same kind of mother.
The relationship between a man and a woman has directly abandoned the vague and guessing love, and they have come into contact with each other and the ultimate joy of the body. Love has become worthless, like a dispensable fig leaf, an empty word, without
There is no room for real fantasy.
Even though what he got from all kinds of tall, short, fat, thin, black or white women in the future was not all pain, but more bone-deep joy, this did not change his subconscious thirst for women like flesh-eating maggots.
This view of flies.
The more this happens, the more empty the spirit becomes.
There is only one exception.
That girl, that woman, is the only exception.
Just like a violinist will always play "Für Elise" once in his life, and a toddler will always fall down once in his life, a man will always be obsessed with a certain woman he meets unexpectedly in his life. This principle
The same goes for women.
At that time, the scholar thought more than once: If there are gods in this world, this girl is an angel, a deity, and the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves all living beings and saves them from suffering.
In fact, nothing happened between the girl and the scholar, but the scholar persistently believed that she was his goddess! She was the light that appeared to ignite his life!
Everything is the scholar's own wishful thinking.
The first time the scholar saw the girl, according to his own calculation, she was about five years old. At that time, he was being forced by one of the several godfathers in his life to support his head and feet with his thin arms.
He had been standing on his head, holding a big top on the street, for more than twenty minutes. Even though it was winter, sweat still flowed from his body down his neck and down his face, blurring his eyes. Then, in the midst of extreme confusion, he
In the middle, he heard the voice of a little girl: "This little brother is so pitiful!"
——Of course, he has heard this sentence said countless times by many different people in different tones, but this time it is really different, like the sound of nature.
Then the scholar saw an extremely vivid face. Even though he was standing upside down at the time, he could see clearly. The little girl's eyes were like stars, bright but not dazzling, and her voice was like a lark.
The call was as clear and crisp as ever, possessing an extraordinary magical power that made the scholar in a daze, remembering it deep in his soul.
The girl took out a candy from her pocket, ran over and put it in front of the scholar, and then was held by her family members and left.
Of course the sugar daddy disdainfully threw it away on the side of the road, but the scholar picked it up and hid it in his pocket like a treasure for several days, until the sugar almost melted as he touched it over and over again, and then he melted it little by little.
He tore open the candy wrapper, licked it, sucked it, and slowly ate it into his stomach. At the end, he even cleaned his fingers together with his tongue.
Some people also gave away items that were not coins, but the scholar only remembered the girl he saw while standing upside down.
The years are sometimes very long. If you have expectations for life, time will pass very slowly, very slowly, as slowly as a kind of suffering, a kind of test...
The second time he saw this girl, coincidentally, it was the day before the scholar's first wet dream, the year when he thought he was thirteen years old. This was already long after he first saw the little girl.
Eight years have passed.
The location is still that city.
Maybe, his first wet dream was for that girl. Maybe this explanation is a kind of blasphemy against beautiful things, but it is not a subconscious expectation.
Eight years is not a long time, nor is it a short time. It was also eight years before the great Chinese people drove the vicious Sith Japanese back to the island, so the scholar felt that he was once again with this girl in the vast world.
There is some mysterious reason for meeting and reuniting in a sea of people.
That day the scholar was kneeling on the street, with one sleeve empty. In fact, both of his arms were intact, but the other one was skillfully carried behind his back under his clothes. Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, he was a disabled child with a broken arm.
, and his other hand was holding a yellow porcelain bowl, the porcelain on it had been peeled off and mottled, and there were scattered coins in it.
His face was covered with mud, and the color of his skin could not be seen clearly. He said feebly, "Uncles, brothers, sisters, aunts, grandma, please take pity on me, a child with no father, no mother, physical disability, no one to take care of, and no one to rely on..."
Then after observing the various expressions of passers-by, he would change the pitch of his voice and the suitability of the words at any time, hoping to get approval, love and some coins.
Confused, the dry words were interrupted without warning, because he saw a figure in the crowd that had been blurred for many years, but last time the figure was upside down, but this time, it was normal.
The scholar immediately recognized the girl who gave him candy many years ago. She was about the same age as him, thirteen or fourteen years old. Girls always mature earlier than boys, so she looked like that.
——Charming, so beautiful, of course, her whole body is not "dry", she is soft and beautiful, and she has all kinds of words to praise women that scholars at this time can imagine.
But she obviously didn't recognize the scholar. She just looked at him a few more times when she and her companions passed by him.
Just after the scholar stared blankly at her far away, she suddenly turned back, took ten yuan in her hand, gently placed it in the porcelain bowl that the scholar held high above her head, turned around and left...
…
The scholar is not raising a case, nor does he have any eyebrows.
She really wouldn't just ignore it and leave, yes, she wouldn't.
But this time she didn't say a word!
Ten yuan was not a small amount at that time, so the money was confiscated by a "godfather" at that time, but the scholar did not see the existence of the ten yuan at that time. He kept staring in the direction where the girl disappeared.
After staying for a long time, the scholar who was still kneeling on the ground suddenly hated himself from the bottom of his heart!
He originally wanted to use urine to escape and chase him!
But……
Only then did he realize that he could hate himself!
——He hates himself for being a little beggar!
——He hates why he is himself and not anyone else walking on the street, anyone!
For the first time in more than ten years, he had the urge to cry for someone else.
Then, the scholar lay awake that night, not knowing what he wanted, until the surging and shameful energy in his body was ejected for the first time, turning into longing for the unknown woman...
From then on, the scholar never begged on the street again. Even though he deliberately continued to stay in this city, he never saw the girl in the sea of people.
He consciously changed his appearance, but refused to beg, and slowly learned and practiced to become an out-and-out thief, a master of pickpockets, a frequent burglar, and a walking zombie waiting to die.
Time passes slowly, and years have passed since then, and it is already the second eight years...
"Damn it, why another eight years?"
Such self-questioning and muttering to oneself are fruitless, just like the lit cigarette butts in the hand, one after another, one question after another. In the end, those unbearable disappointing endings are always attributed to the cruelty of ruthless fate.
arrange.
There are always many unexplainable fates in life. No matter whether those fates bring good luck or nightmares to people, even if I think about it now, even if I can see that woman again at that time, what can the scholar do?
What can be said? What can be done?
Said: "Hi! Hello, I am a thief, a thief, a liar, and a beggar. I have no father or mother, no worries, no roof to cover me, and no ground to stand on. Why don't we make friends?
Then we get married, work hard, have a lot of children, travel around the world, and travel around the world - what do you think, miss?"
pull!
What the fuck!
Ah! Ah! Ah!
--Dry!
…
When I saw that woman for the third time, I was already in another city. The scholar was well-dressed and looked like a human. He was quite handsome. At least in the pickpocket industry, he was a very influential and promising young man.
Yingcai, he has a wide range of business, such as pickpocketing in cars, and he has never failed. No one can think that this handsome young man is actually a thief. His fellow disciples all say that it is not a good thing to attract attention in the crowd in this line of work.
, but the scholar can do exactly the opposite. No one knows how he does it, but he gains the most every time.
When the unlucky day came, the scholar and his companion Lao Yao were in the same car.
Lao Yao is not old. He is a nineteen-year-old young man, but he is already an expert at weighing bags.
This bus was an extended bus. They walked up and down the bus from the back door—that is, from the back door, because they didn’t want to, were too lazy, and didn’t have the consciousness to buy tickets. Anyway, they were not the only ones getting on from the back door—when they walked up and down to the front door to look for their target, the scholar suddenly
It was fixed there. He was staring in one direction. The old demon thought that he was about to take action, so he wisely covered him. However, after a long time, he didn't see any movement from the scholar. He looked over.
Only then did I realize that the scholar had seen the beauty and was a little distracted.
So the old demon prepared to take action himself, but he deserved to be unlucky that day. He was actually discovered when he was doing it.
The person he found was none other than the woman the scholar had been watching in a daze, the ten-yuan woman who had met him twice and gave him candy. The worst thing was that this woman actually shouted loudly: "
There’s a thief!”
"Fuck you!" The scholar didn't know who he was scolding.
Then the whole carriage was in chaos. The old demon naturally pretended to be nonchalant and prepared to run away. But what was even more terrible was that this beautiful, charming, and mature girl stood up from her seat.
He stood up, stretched out his arm and pointed at the old demon, still shouting to himself: "Thief! Catch the thief!"
Oh! What’s going on in this world!?
There were not many people in the car at that time, so the old demon became a target and the target of public attention. Next to the woman sat a handsome man, who seemed to be the woman's companion. The man had just
At first it seemed that he didn't want to be nosy, but his female companion had already stood up, and he could only take a few steps forward to catch the skinny old demon.
The old demon is going to take it this time!
At this moment, a fight suddenly came from the front of the carriage, and it immediately affected the entire carriage. The people fighting quickly moved from the front of the carriage to the middle of the carriage. The scholar didn't need to look, he knew as soon as he heard the sound.
The boss of the gang is covering for the two of them.
The scholar didn't know when the eldest son also got on the bus. At this time, he was a little reluctant to leave, but the "professional habit" he had developed over the years made him immediately pretend to be a spectator, and he had the long-awaited feeling in his heart.
Feeling the desire and shame of the goddess, he took a few steps forward and blocked the woman's eyes, which happened to also block the body of the woman's companion.
At this time, the car stopped at the stop, and as soon as the door opened, the old demon jumped out. The woman saw the scholar's handsome face, her eyes hesitated for a moment, but when she looked again, the "thief" just now was gone.
If things ended like this, that would be great. The scholar would try his best to get acquainted with this woman. No matter what the outcome was, that would be a matter of the future. He might have many ways to get along with this woman, the only one who left a good feeling in his heart.
If something happens to a woman, even if it's just a casual friend, that's fine.
However, there were no what-ifs in his world, at least not at that time.
——This woman actually rubbed beside him and passed him, passed everyone, and chased from the car.
"Dry!"
That day, the scholar cursed at least hundreds of times in his mouth and heart, "Fuck!"
She is chasing the old demon!
The scholar stood in the car in a daze, watching her slim figure passing by him, and for a moment, he seemed to smell a faint, good-smelling, unique scent of this woman in his nose.
"Why!"
"Why?"
"What's going on in this world? What's going on! Do it!"
But there were so many people on the street, how could the woman see the old demon again? The crowd quickly overwhelmed her, but the scholar was suddenly heartbroken!
He stood in the carriage, staring at the crowd of people on the road, and shouted hysterically: "No!"
At the same time, a miserable cry came from below the carriage, like a cuckoo dripping blood. When the crowd dispersed, the scholar saw the woman chasing the car lying on the ground, her face as white as jade.
Above, there is bright red blood pouring out right now!
It's like a good mirror has been broken.
The scholar felt that the sky was falling in an instant, and the belief in his heart, the ultimate longing for beautiful things, was completely destroyed in an instant.
"I'll fuck your eight generations of ancestors!"
"Boss! The boss must have blamed this woman for being nosy, so he slipped out of the car and disfigured her!" Because he saw the boss's cold face flashing on the edge of the crowd.
The scholar wanted to jump out of the car and rush to the woman's side, but in the end he was taken away by the moving car...
——Then he wandered around the city like a zombie for more than half a day, without even the courage to return to the scene of the incident. His heart was as gray as ashes, like the sky was filled with clouds.
——Then he had no extra thoughts, not even the thought of going to every hospital in the city to look for this woman.
You are a sinner yourself!
How can I have the face to see her, whom I consider to be flawless?
——Then, he calmly made a decision in his heart!
The scholar made a decision.
He couldn't stand it anymore, and he didn't want to stand anything anymore. He didn't know what it was that he didn't want to stand, maybe it was everything.
That night, he called the boss and said that he had a job, and he could only succeed with the help of the boss, who was brave, calculating, clever, and unrestrained. So, when the boss arrived at the agreed place, the scholar took advantage of the opportunity to light a cigarette.
Taking the opportunity, the switchblade flashed out of his sleeve. After shaking it for a moment, the culprit who had destroyed his illusions about beautiful things began to bleed around his neck.
That night, the stars were bright and the moon was clear, and there were no dark clouds, lightning, or thunder.
Life is so peaceful and time is so indifferent.
There is nothing more than death and life, nothing more than blood and love.
…
The scholar wants to exile himself, he wants to die.
Taking a bus without any purpose, from the starting point to the end point, and then changing to another bus, from the starting point to the end point, regardless of the direction or the distance, the scholar does not know where he is going or what he is going to do.
He only knew that he was running and walking, non-stop, non-stop, not wanting to stop. Gradually, his clothes were knotted, his clothes were ragged, his clothes were not covering his body, and he was beyond recognition. He was too lazy and didn't want to pay attention to himself. After that, there was no one.
He was allowed to ride in the vehicle, but he was dirty and smelly, his eyes were cloudy, his lips were chapped, his shoes were damaged, and there were blood blisters on his feet. He staggered and slowly turned into a crawler...
Climbing, crawling, rain or shine, people always gave him money and food when he cheated money and pretended to be pitiful. Now he was really starving to death, and the alms givers who cared about him were nowhere to be seen.
Finally one day, the scholar felt that he could not climb any more. He stared at the crystal clear dewdrops on the green grass under his nose with his eyes full of eye drops. These waterdrops were so beautiful against the dark cliff behind them.
So he stared at it for a long, long time.
The sound of sparrows, cuckoos, or other birds chirping resounded in his ears. Looking at the clear morning light in the distance, the scholar turned over with great effort, half-opened his mouth, and vaguely glanced at the high place.
The blue sky seemed very familiar to me and yet very unfamiliar to me. I took a deep breath, turned over, and rolled down the cliff.
