Chapter 2391 The mysterious sea that does not exist
Lin Sanjiu had been in the apocalyptic world for a long time and had seen too much absurdity and cruelty, so for a short while, her heart tightened and she was ready to close her eyes at any time.
However, in a normal functioning human society, a pair of decent and sane parents from middle-class backgrounds prepare to educate their biological child who plays truant... According to common sense, there will certainly not be any cruel punishment beyond imagination.
When she realized this, she and Young Man Silla both breathed a sigh of relief.
At noon on weekdays, a small cinema near a residential area seemed to be in a half-dream state; between its heavy eyelids that slowly opened and closed, the light of a tired movie leaked out.
The audience that bought tickets to enter was sparse and scattered, and they entered the dark cinema aisle. They each melted into different screening rooms, becoming a little ripple in the cinema's sleep.
Fushiro is very familiar with the lonely smell of this theater during the day.
The carpet was always damp, probably as old as he was; the ventilation system hummed with dusty air, and the ghosts of stale popcorn and hot dogs lingered thickly in the screening room.
If "old" had a shape, it would be the smell in his nose now.
In the past, Fusiro would relax in anticipation every time he walked into the stale atmosphere of the theater; today, he didn't know what to wait for - today was Tuesday, after being caught playing truant, why wasn't he arrested?
Went back to school, but back to the theater?
"Is this what you were watching just now," my father said in a deep voice. "..."Legend of the Fantasy Sea"?"
It's not a movie that children can't watch; Fusiro knew that the mistake he made was just not going to school but coming to watch a movie instead.
However, his father's reaction was like a huge, unreasonable mystery. He tried desperately to decipher it, but he always felt that his feet could not touch the ground. Usually, his father had very little time at home; today, since he was called home from the company by his mother,
, his father hadn’t even looked at Fushiro once, and even the ridicules and scoldings fell on his head in the air.
"You think these places outside of school are interesting, don't you?" My father sneered and said, "Okay, work pressure is nothing, perfect attendance bonus is nothing, no matter how hard your mother and I work, it doesn't matter in your eyes.
Then I'll go out of my way and take a day off, so your mother doesn't have to do anything else, and we'll take you to visit all these places."
When his father handed over the money to the window and bought three tickets, Fu Xilao's heart skipped a beat, but even he didn't understand why.
He had been looking forward to "Legend of the Fantasy Sea" for a long time, but sitting between his parents, with his face illuminated by the light of the broadcast, Fusiro was at a loss and didn't know whether he was happy or nervous.
"How ridiculous,"
Just a few minutes into the movie, my father spoke.
"A young man who has just graduated from college and has not yet found a job, do you think he can live in a house as clean and well-equipped as in the movie? The way to show the protagonist's lack of money is to let him choose a cheap lunch
Sandwich set? Let me tell you, if it were my tenant who was one week in arrears with rent, I would bring someone to the door to change the locks and throw all his things out. Do you think that in this society, no matter how incompetent everyone is?
The protagonist who is favored by God? You have no ability, who are you? You are nothing."
There were only the three of them in the entire screening room, and a couple in the far front row; even if my father spoke at a normal volume, no one would stop him.
"Only by studying and getting into a good university can a person become a useful person. But you neglect your business and watch this kind of third-rate movie? Do you think it's good? Of course you think it's good. The more you don't use it, the slower your brain becomes.
, even if you are a little clever, you will be turned into an idiot. Idiots think everything is good."
His mother glanced at him disapprovingly, and his father seemed to feel that he had made a mistake. He snorted and said, "Of course, you are my son. You are not that stupid."
The protagonist, who works part-time at the dock, boarded a mysterious ship by accident and entered a sea area that was not on the map. His father laughed.
"Let me see who the screenwriter is... Ha, this person's major is screenwriting. No wonder he has no understanding of society at all. All he learns is how to make things up. Is there any area in the world that has not been discovered by humans?
Magic? Do you know that there is magic in the world after you have been eleven years old? I have never seen magic in my forty-three years, why don't you show me one?"
Although he was only wearing a thin shirt, Fusiro's whole body was feeling hot; he couldn't even pay attention to the progress of the movie's plot, because no matter what plot he acted, his first reaction was to worry about his father's comments - he
He turned his head and glanced at his mother as if asking for help.
"This movie is really boring," my mother said with a cold face. "Only people who have accomplished nothing in real life would choose to get pleasure from such daydreams."
Fu Xiluo clasped his hands tightly together and lowered his eyelashes.
"Look, the movie wasn't even shot at sea." His father took out his mobile phone and put the search results in front of Fusiro's eyes, blocking part of the screen. "The storm created by computer special effects... you know
Is it a fake? Since you know it’s a fake, why are you still willing to be deceived? Don’t you think you’re ridiculous?”
He took back his phone and said, "You don't even understand how to create computer special effects of a storm, and you still think you're good for not studying."
Fusiro didn't even remember the ending of the movie, although he kept trying to keep his eyes focused on the screen, hoping that the storyline of the movie would wash away the voices of his parents.
When the movie finally ended, he couldn't stand up for a while - it seemed like it took a lot of effort to stand up, and he had to save up his strength to do such a difficult and difficult task.
"Tell me about it," his mother didn't urge him. She stood in the aisle and asked, "Why do you want to spend your time on such meaningless things?"
The only two other spectators in the theater looked back at Fusiro several times as they walked out of the aisle.
Fu Xiluo said nothing, hoping they would go faster.
"Your mother is asking you something," his father pushed his shoulder.
"Because I want to go to a world like that!" Fu Xiluo raised his head abruptly. The impact of emotions that he couldn't even distinguish made his voice tremble slightly. "I don't want to continue living in this home. Why should I?"
You can’t do what you like and go where you like!”
"Ha, I don't want to go to work or support you yet," the father smiled. "You can go if you can. I'll wait to see when you can find a sea that's not on the map. You're not a child anymore, I tell you.
You, you are born not to do whatever you want, you just have to follow the rules and do what you are supposed to do... Everyone is like this, just let me endure it. And you like it, your brain is not fully developed, what do you like or dislike?"
Originally, Fushiro thought that the movie was over and he could finally leave the theater. However, he did not expect that he would be dragged straight into the hall by his father.
"Get your manager," my father said to the popcorn vendor.
"You used to sell tickets to unaccompanied children without authorization. What are you talking about?" When the manager appeared, his voice rose several degrees, causing people at the other end of the hall to turn their heads to look at them. The father yanked
Fu Xiluo asked the manager to take a good look at his son's face and said: "From now on, if you let him watch a movie again, I will definitely hold you accountable!"
The mother seemed to have noticed what he was going to do next, as if she wanted to stop him. Just after she called softly, the father suddenly took out his cell phone, and with a click, he took a picture of Fusiro's face as he avoided it.
"Show it for your employees," he passed the photo to the manager and said, "Let them all get to know each other!"
Next, the family of three went to the bookstores, video game arcades, and parks that Luoping in Fuxi usually visited. The same thing happened again. Afterwards, the shop owners, managers or staff of each place also saw it clearly.
Fu Silla's face.
"Forget about the photos," my mother said softly.
"Why, you weren't afraid of embarrassment when you skipped school, but now you are afraid of embarrassment?" His father snorted, looked at Fu Xiro's expression, and hesitated. His mother saw the opportunity and gave him a few more words of advice, but he never took out his cell phone.
When they finally returned home, it was already dark. Even though the three of them were exhausted, their mother still strictly followed the nutritional requirements for children's development and prepared dinner for Fusiro; she and her father just
Just had a quick takeout meal.
After brushing his teeth hastily, Fu Xiro went back to the room and rolled himself into the quilt silently, unable to wait for the day to end.
Mother opened the door and asked, "Are you awake? Can I turn on the light?"
Before Fu Xiluo could answer, the lights had already turned on.
He closed his eyes tightly and thought of his good friends in school who would sometimes complain to him about being beaten by their parents. At that time, it sounded like being thrown across the back by an adult with a mop pole.
It was a terrible thing. Fortunately, his mother was ashamed of violence and set rules at home, never touching a finger on him.
Now Fushiro thought, it would be better to give him a beating. After all, it would be over.
"You are a smart child. You can do well in the exam without studying elementary school courses."
His mother sat by the bed, took out the book from the cabinet beside his bed, and flipped through it. "But you will go to middle school soon... Do you think you can continue to get along with your cleverness in the future? Study.
Of course, other things are important, but they also have to be divided into what they are. We sent you to summer camps, workshops, cello lessons, ski competitions, overseas study tours... How much did it cost? Did we complain? Because these are all useful
matter."
She twisted the corner of the book with her fingertips, flicked it up and down, and asked: "But what's the use of this? A child found the way to the devil in the closet... What did you gain after reading it? Nothing.
It’s all for nothing. Are you stupid if you don’t go to school for these things? As a smart kid like you, of course you know that these are all fake and there is no other world at all.”
Fu Xiluo had originally made up his mind not to say a word, but at this moment he said out of nowhere: "Yes."
"No," the mother said coldly, "If there is, where is it?"
"I don't know." Fushiro whispered, "but there is."
"You don't even know, how can you be sure there is one?"
He couldn't answer for a moment, and his mother sneered from her nose, a smile that showed victory and compassion.
"Think carefully about what is meaningful," she patted Fushiro on the shoulder, got up and left, taking the book with her.
Fu Xiro lay in the darkness and looked out the window at the starry sky for a long time.
He has already completed some junior high school courses in advance and knows that there is no alien society outside the stars in the sky. Even on the other side of the bright starlight, perhaps even the original celestial body does not exist.
He didn't even remember the content of "Legend of the Fantasy Sea". Now that he thinks about it, it seems that there is really no point in reading it. If he doesn't read it, he will have already learned some of it, and he will never finish it, and he will never use it.
The class seems to be meaningless.
...My parents are probably right about one thing. There is no mysterious sea in the world that has not been discovered by humans.
There is always a vague smell like a pet shop in my study... This is the main activity place for my two cats. The cat food and water bowls are all in the study. I wonder if someone vomited in a certain corner.
But no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find the source of the stench... I just wanted to tear down the house.
PS: Looking at it this way, Fusiro turns out to be from Yazhou (bushi
