please change your mind

In winter, the temperature is very low indoors, the sun is not visible in the gray sky, and the radiators are turned off to cool down, but the heating has not yet come on. This is the most difficult time for northerners.

In the corner of the room, in a dark place where the light cannot reach, a little boy curled up there.Hunger and cold, but more of fear, he didn't dare to move, as if even the sound of breathing had stopped.

A loud noise, followed by the sound of fighting, woke him up suddenly.

With a bang, a tall man grabbed the woman's hair and slammed it hard against the window sill.

"I made you disobedient! Don't you know how much I hate you like this?!"

"I've told you eight hundred times, and you just don't listen!" The man's vicious cursing filled the room, leaving only the woman's low sobs and cursing.

"You fucking kill me! Find a new mother for Xiao Wu in the future, and call whoever you like!" The woman cried, and the echo echoed on the gray wall, and dust fell from the ceiling.

The man turned his head and found the trembling child with wide eyes staring blankly in the corner.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and said viciously to the woman: "Shut up." After speaking, he walked forward quickly, and the child pulled him beside him, and suddenly lifted him out of the door.

The air is filled with the smell of leftovers that have accumulated in the sink for a long time, the smell of overnight smoke, the smell of the woman's wound cleansing potion mixed with the smell of blood, the gray mottled wall, the damp cold air...

The light in the room was very dark, but the scene after scene was still unforgettable, the bottomless and dark darkness, the breathless depression, the hysterical emotion, and the heavy The despair that closes the door, the anger...

From childhood, it is like a brand, not only imprinted on the skin, but also in the heart, brain, and bone marrow. It devours the host and nourishes it with flesh and blood.

When you are helpless and tired, it wraps around you quietly like a ghost, and you can’t shake it off no matter what, it’s sticky like brown sugar, it’s steaming and smoky, and it sneaks in It's the inside of your head that makes you have nightmares late at night, makes you sweat, makes you scream, and you just can't get rid of it.

Wu Liang walked through the long corridor, under the gloomy sky, the light in the corridor was dim.

The pale light shone on the floor, reflecting cool light and faint echoes, just like a hospital ward, silent and silent, but without the smell of disinfectant.He walked along the long corridor, only his own footsteps could be heard inside, like the sound of the valley.

There was no one in the empty corridor, Wu Liang couldn't help slowing down, there was nothing to be afraid of, right?

Wu Liang turned his head and found a young man sitting on the railing.The window was wide open, and he hung his two slender legs outside, his empty trousers drooped, and his body shook slightly, as if he was humming a melody.

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and the window shook violently. The young man sitting by the window moved his weight a little lower.

"Be careful!" Wu Liang leaned over, immediately stretched out his hand, and grabbed the boy's back skirt.

The boy didn't look back, he was still calm and relaxed, as if he was sitting on a tree fork playing, his body swayed to the rhythm of the song.

Wu Liang took a step forward, and locked him fiercely from behind, his arms were tightly bound, not daring to relax at all.The young man was as thin as a paper man, huddled in his arms, like a little girl, humming a song to himself.

"Don't jump, get down, okay? Otherwise you will die." Wu Liang whispered softly, but still didn't respond, as if his arms were full of air.

After a while, the boy replied: "My life is mine, you can control it?"

Wu Liang continued to ask: "If you die, won't your family members be sad? Have you thought about them?"

"They are them, and I am me. It is their business that they are sad, and it has nothing to do with me." The boy said lightly.

"Lawless, ruthless and ungrateful!" Wu Liang scolded angrily.

"you are right."

"Why didn't you trust me once?" Wu Liang was basically at a loss.

"Because I've seen one man wreck another man's soul," replied the boy.

"Please, come down."

The two sides were still in a stalemate. Most of the boy's body had been stretched out. His thin body was like a piece of paper. It seemed that if there was another gust of wind, he would fall precariously. "Don't!"

Wu Liang yelled, at this moment he felt that his hands were tightly held, and the other was a pair of dry and warm hands.

He opened his eyes, and the person in front of him was looking at him with concern, with an expression of indescribable worry.Wu Liang realized that he was having a nightmare just now, "Sorry, I scared you."

Wang Yi shook his head, and pulled his cold hand a little tighter into his arms, "Did you have a nightmare? After sitting on the sofa for a while, you fell asleep from exhaustion. It's true that yesterday's game was too tiring. "

At this moment, Wu Liang gently pulled his hand back, lowered his head, not daring to look into the other person's eyes, "I've had this nightmare for many years."

As he said that, he pondered for a while, "Sometimes after waking up, I can't fall asleep all night, and sometimes I wake up shaking with cold sweat."

Wang Yi looked at the person in front of him, young and tender skin, muscles and waist that were often exercised and tightened, but they still couldn't cover up the thick dark circles under the eyes, which made the skin paler. The dream has been tormented for a long time, and I can't help worrying, "How should I help you? Should I go to the doctor?"

"I saw it for a while before and took medicine, but the doctor said that the reason for the ineffectiveness is because I never trusted him." Against the backdrop of blue eye circles, the pupils in front of him were as black as ink.

"How about you tell me about your dream? I can make a record."

Wu Liang nodded and said yes, now, instead of Wang Yi reaching out and rubbing Wu Liang's hair, he snorted softly like a little animal, closed his eyes again and leaned back on the sofa.

The author has something to say:

Wu Liang didn't want to look so heartless and happy all day long, right?