【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

People will grow up, but growing up requires the skill of luck.

Maturity is a sign of growing up, so it seems that Salaman is far from qualified.

He exposed himself on the soft mattress, and the white quilt had a faint fragrance of lavender. He greedily brought his nose to it and sniffed vigorously, as if the fragrance would be inhaled into the stomach, digested and fused by himself, No more fleeing.

Then he turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and covered his ears with his hands, but the quarreling sounds from the outside world could not be blocked. They seemed to be possessed by someone, or they were being manipulated by someone, desperately pouring into his body. Drilling in the ear, a steel needle pierces the eardrum, and then another, and then like rain, they are precisely pierced on the eardrum, go deep into the brain, do not know whether they will melt, and then flow through the whole body and cast in the bone marrow .

He finally gave up struggling and accepted it completely. This was a little better than the struggle just now, at least there were not too many conflicts and sufferings.

He turned over and sat up, and the soft quilt slid off his body. The touch felt like a family member caressing a newborn baby, warm and reassuring-sleeping naked, this is the habit of European children.

The largest contact between the body and the quilt, as if the whole person is surrounded by tenderness, no need to fear, no need to cry, the bed will give you the greatest comfort.

But at the same time, this is also another sense of insecurity, no family affection, only beds, they are independent too early, so they need a sustenance, sleeping naked is a kind of behavioral sustenance, but no one dares to deny this It is a comfort to the soul.

Now, Salaman chooses to get rid of this layer of protection, withdraw his soul, don't rely on those things anymore, you should be yourself again.

He walked on the heated floor with bare feet, and came to the wall with the door inlaid - he always felt that the door was superfluous, it blocked the integrity of the entire wall like an incongruous patch, Ah, and because of that there will be voices slipping in through the cracks in the door, and it's disgusting as hell.

He stroked the cold wall with his hands, approached slowly, pressed his chest against the wall, the instant temperature difference made him shiver, but he did not choose to leave, but slowly approached his face, turning his head slightly Go, put one ear on, like a villain who hides outside the confessional room and eavesdrops on other people's sins, but what he listens to is not some crying narrative and repentance.

Dad came back, but Mom made him go back to bed before then, so he was going to die in bed pretending he didn't know anything, but he couldn't.

Mother's crying, she seems to be choking with her hands covering her mouth, speaking intermittent words that she can't understand, and Dad is sighing, but his tone is serious and can't be refused. He really wants to see his father's fiery red hair. I remember when I was picked up by my father when I was a child, I could smell his shampoo, cool mint, and men's perfume on the sweater.

European men also like those things. Salaman is a different kind. He doesn't like it, but he likes the smell of his father's perfume. It seems that Sandraar doesn't have those smells, smell?

He suddenly remembered that close contact, and put himself closer to the wall, as if this would allow the wall to absorb all his heat, but it seemed unsuccessful, he could only shift his attention to dissipate those strange things remember.

He can't hear a sound.

It was deathly quiet outside, it was dead silence.

He wanted to know what was going on outside, but the hand holding the doorknob kept shaking—trash!I am a waste! !

"I just like bullying trash."

Nikuta stepped on Salaman's left leg, causing him to open his mouth wide in pain, but he still didn't yell out.

"You are really stubborn, why don't you yell, can you become dumb at will?"

Tamasi stood quietly aside, she knew her role——

——Bystanders, the most indifferent in this society is not the violence and being violent, but the bystanders who are surrounded by violence but look at each other coldly.

Bystanders used to witness cruelty, the hand of the bullied reaching out to them, what about them?Will they take out their knives and cut off the hand that cried for help?

It's not that scary, they will stretch out their hands in the same way, hold your distress signal tightly, give sympathy in their eyes, comfort in their movements, and then, what will they do?

Let go of course, let go mercilessly.

Withdrawing their eyes and withdrawing their hands, they turned around and walked aside to watch everything coldly. The people who were bullied were tortured both physically and mentally. For a moment, they forgot to hate the violent person who tortured them physically, and would just watch and watch. Those eyes are the eyes that really want to resist and want to kill, but the pain will pull their eyes back to their painful body.

Salaman didn't know what stimulated the group of people to deliberately find fault. Maybe it was just too boring to amuse himself. He was used to tolerance and being looked down upon, or regarded as a coward. What could he do?These people can't give him what he wants.

What he wants is fairness.

But where there is absolute fairness, this answer has never existed from the beginning, and this group of people is the best proof.

We advocate fairness, but we can’t find someone who also advocates fairness to exchange fairness with us, so we will complain about the unfairness of this society, but complaining is useless, because no matter what you say, you are treated like this on an unfair balance .

"Call back."

"Don't understand? I said call back."

Who made himself call back?Should I... call back?

He doesn't have the strength to make a fist, he doesn't have the strength, he still thinks he needs strength.

But who will give him strength?

"What are you doing?!" Ezra stood at the other end of the corridor and looked over in astonishment.

"Ah, it's the director's younger sister. That young lady came at a really bad time."

"Go Nikuta quickly, he'll tell my mother if he sees me here."

A group of people scattered in all directions, and Nikuta did not forget to pat Salaman on the shoulder before leaving.

Salaman knew what that meant—"The one who speaks out is the one who is useless."

He doesn't want to be seen as a coward, even though he's been utterly cowardly for not fighting back.

Salaman could see someone reaching out to him. There was a faint smell of cherry blossoms. Ezra's mother came from East Asia.

Ottoman Turkey finally started the "jihad" in Gallipoli and the Allied Powers. He remembered that he had persuaded those lunatics not to die because of face, but the other party obviously did not listen to his persuasion. In the end, the number of deaths and supplies He didn't have the energy to remember the loss, but saw words like "Paid a painful price for this" in the newspaper many years later.

He dreamed about those distant things again. He still remembered that he was living in a world without cars, and trains were a luxury. Driving away, those things are old and outdated, but they were really novelty things at that time, and those weapons and equipment, but he couldn't remember when he never saw the cavalry again, as if suddenly one day he woke up and It was discovered that the battlefield was armored by tanks, and the planes in the sky were bombing the ground, digging out the pitiful flesh and blood from the ravine-ridden land.

He opened his eyes wide, as if that would clear himself—he couldn't be more awake, who he was, where he came from, where he is now, how long he's been alive, what's his birthday...

It seems that the last two have long been forgotten, and those things are meaningless to me.

He needs to live, he needs to live, he just needs to live.

"Angel, you're back."

The latter did not answer, but went to the door with some things and knocked on it. Shelan Udos opened the door for him. It was still dark, but the king's eyes were bright.

"Today's things may be less than usual." Angel lifted the tung tree and put it on the table in the bedroom, and took out another cup and handed it to his king.

"Someone passed by that road. I can only pack things in a hurry. Some blood was spilled, but it should be enough for you to last for two days." He unscrewed the oil barrel, took the cup from his hand, and poured it skillfully The crime of kings.

But he was an accomplice, and willingly.

"Angel, why do people dream?"

He thought the king would be unhappy or blame himself, but this was an unexpected problem.

But that's why he chooses to follow him, unpredictable, incomprehensible, Angel wants to be the person who understands him best, but always fails, and the spirit of unyielding is perfectly reflected in him, he continues to follow him, until the life is exhausted.

"Maybe it's because a person has been thinking about a thing, an object, a delusion, so he appears in a person's dream."

"..." But the fact is that Silan Udos will not recall those old things at all. To be honest, he can't understand himself. A hundred years of exploration has not allowed him to fully understand everything, because he knows I am not complete.

Even so, I still want an answer, which is paranoia.

He has an indifference that is incomparable to human beings, and he also has incomparable persistence, because he is a different kind.

"There's always arguing next door."

"It seems that there is a disagreement because of the divorce agreement. Do you need to deal with it?"

"No, just leave it alone, it has nothing to do with me." The inexplicable death of the person next door will trouble him, and he will become the focus when the police ask him, which will cause a lot of trouble. He hates trouble, and he hates being with those people. people talking.

But I always feel that these things are not completely considered for my own convenience. I seem to be protecting something, but my subconscious tells me that I should not protect anything, so the brain judges to hide everything about that person, which is the best for each other. Good protection, don't get close to strangers, without acquaintance.

While Shelan Udos was worrying about whose name he was hiding, Salaman was rarely troubled.

He didn't know how to write that script, it's a joke that he's so confident and now he can't do it.

Because of Christmas, the school is on holiday for a few days. He has planned to finish writing the script within three days and then use the remaining time to decorate an incomplete Christmas. But the problem in front of him will become a problem. He is sad, but nothing can not do this.

Three days, Silan Udos can only survive two days of hunger, what will happen to him on the third day?I don't know, I can't die anyway.

Angel changed his clothes and was ready to go out.

"Angel, why are you paying like this?"

Angor's muffled voice came through the helmet, but he obviously hesitated.

"The reason I like doing it is that it always surprises me, and the surprises are never the same."

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