The strongest way to be narcissistic

"I'm terrible?" Song Ange, who was soaked all over, leaned against the wall, kept his head down, stared at the dripping water that smashed on the floor, shook his shoulders, and sneered.

"I'm bad!"

Following Song Ange's repeated and elevated tone, he suddenly raised his head and punched Qiao Peicheng in front of him, his eyes flickered with anger that cannot be ignored, like an irritated little leopard, wishing to bite the person in front of him with his eyes and defeat him with words man.

"What the hell are you qualified to say to me! What do I say and do, what does it have to do with you, Qiao Peisheng? Just because you are rich, highly educated, and have a high vision, do you think you can use it?" This disgusting high profile to educate me?"

"That's why I hate the so-called high-class people like you who look down on others when you read between the lines. Why do you always take it for granted that people who are inferior to you are ants who can be played with at will and can be manipulated by you at will? Why do you think these people Is it because people don't want to make progress that they live in a bad way, and they have to blame themselves?"

Song Ange hated Qiao Peisheng very much at this moment, all his words and attitudes that were taken for granted were provoking his anger.

The spectators who stand and talk without back pain are the most disgusting kind of people in Song Ange's life.

Disgusting!

Qiao Peicheng, who was punched by Song Ange and questioned continuously by the aggressive him, was silent the whole time, staring at the young man in front of him with pain and anger intertwined on his face.

When looking at people with those gray-blue eyes, Song Ange always felt that his whole body was stripped clean under the gaze of these eyes, every detail of his body, down to his soul, was thoroughly seen by Qiao Peicheng.

These eyes seem to tell him that he knows his essence, that he just had a mouthful, that he is angry from embarrassment, that Song Ange has the word "waste" from head to toe, from flesh to bone, and that he has always been Don't try to wash those two words away.

In the bathroom, only the sound of the shower that was still spraying water could be heard. The two faced each other. Half a minute later, Qiao Peicheng's expression moved slightly, and finally there was a slight change in his face. He stared at The boy in front of him.

"I know it's a lie, but I can always lie to myself. Song Ange, I pity you, I pity you, you will always live in self-deception lies."

In fact, Song Ange knew how bad he was.

He knew it all along, he just didn't want to admit it.

Others can ridicule him, look down on him, and hate him, but if he sees himself in this way, wouldn't it be too pitiful and pathetic?

To him, self-deception is just the only effective way for him to lick his wounds in a corner and lick his wounds in the constant struggle.

Lied to lied, I began to believe it.

Qiao Peisheng is Song Ange, so he knows what he thinks.But Song Ange is not Qiao Peisheng, he doesn't know why he can stab those cruel facts in his heart that he doesn't want to face every time.

Shame, embarrassment, escape, wronged, want to cry.

This is the second time that Song Ange feels that many emotions are intertwined, helpless to the verge of collapse.

For the first time, he was disgusted by his mother in public. At that time, he was so embarrassed that he was so hopeful that he wanted to die, and he cried silently all night alone at night with his head depressed.

The second time, at this very moment, in front of this person named Qiao Peicheng, his soon-to-be-forgotten disguise was bit by bit broken by this person named Qiao Peicheng.

When people become angry, they will always be unwilling to defend themselves.

"What do you know? You know shit! You know my life, my past, everything I've been through? You know every bit of these things?"

What qualifications does a bastard who doesn't know have the right to educate him with peace of mind?No one but himself can empathize with what he has experienced since he was a child, the people he has come into contact with, and the injuries he has suffered. No one knows what he has endured.

So, what qualifications and reasons does he, Qiao Peisheng, have to ridicule and criticize him like he is now?

The young man's red eyes were full of anger and accusation, and his voice was stained with delicate trembling sounds. He pinched Qiao Peicheng's little arm and squeezed it with all his strength, as if only in this way could he retaliate against the harm he caused him.

"Who doesn't want to be valued by others? To be admired and praised by a bunch of people? Everything is my fault, my fault, my bad? Do I have to blame myself for the current situation?"

"Why? My life and my environment cannot be easily brought about by me alone. It is obviously the sin of many people. Why should I bear the consequences alone? Why should all the sharp swords be targeted? Allow me alone? Is this too cunning? Is it too cruel!"

Song Ange never told anyone about this.

All the unwillingness and fragility, he silently chewed and swallowed them all in his stomach alone in the silent night.

It's a pity that these things can't be digested, and they will only keep hoarding, and the more they hoard, the more they hoard.

Qiao Peicheng's words undoubtedly punched him hard in the stomach, forcing him to spit out all those things, thoroughly, and happily.

Song Ange was already crying at this moment, not wantonly crying bitterly, but poking up his neck and lifting his chin slightly, trying to stop crying so cowardly, but the tears continued to fall with unstoppable emotions.

The more depressed, the more obvious the choking sound.

Song Ange is not strong, he is very fragile, and his seemingly hard body actually becomes vulnerable and fragmented in an instant as long as he finds the fatal point.

If it is possible, if he is not Song Ange, he also wants someone to love him, spoil him, tolerate him, and patiently tell him what he can do and what he cannot do. He also wants to make himself better and let more people I really like him.

In fact, he never wanted to let himself become what he is now.

But when he woke up suddenly and turned around, he found in a panic that he had gone farther and farther on a stinky road at some point, and he couldn't find the way back at all.

He had no choice but to keep walking, reassuring himself that if he didn't make it all the way, there would be a new path for him to choose. At that time, he would be able to leave this wrong path that he didn't know when it would be the end but already knew the end.

However, this new fork in the road failed to appear after all.

He finally came to the end of this stinking road.

To be precise, Qiao Peicheng as Song Ange had come to an end, but now Song Ange was still vaguely expecting that the fork in the road would appear at some inadvertent stage and take him away from this road of no return.

The 30-year-old Song Ange died on the hospital bed with unwillingness and regret. The 18-year-old Song Ange is still full of fantasy about the future.

Accompanied by Song Ange's obvious choked sobs and red eyes, Qiao Peicheng's heart tightened suddenly. He felt sorry for Song Ange, and felt sorry for himself in his youth who knew nothing and was arrogant.

Because in this world, the only person who can empathize with Song Ange with eloquence is Qiao Peisheng.

He is the only one, Qiao Peisheng.

Qiao Peicheng gently wiped away the traces of Song Ange, whether it was shower water or tears.

Song Ange sniffed and swung his hand away heavily.

It's all the fault of the bastard for making him such an embarrassment.

Qiao Peicheng touched it again, but Song Ange waved it away.

Repeated several times, Song Ange gritted his teeth and stared at him, his eyes were red like a rabbit, not a soft and cute angry rabbit at all.

"You..." In the middle of speaking, Song Ange paused and turned his face away. "What the hell do you want?"

The annoying Qiao Peisheng is a complete psycho, always inexplicably appearing in his life circle, always inexplicably creating something that makes him have to interact with him, and always inexplicably using annoying attitudes to educate him words and deeds.

There is obviously no relationship between him and him.

Mom doesn't care about him, Song Cheng doesn't care about him, he, Qiao Peicheng, a mixed-race foreigner, doesn't want to be his upper-class rich man, why does he always interfere with his every move as if he has something to do with him?

"I wondered, can a person really reform themselves?"

Qiao Peicheng raised Song Ange's chin, and the two looked at each other. Song Ange didn't like to look directly at Qiao Peicheng's eyes full of emotions that he couldn't understand. Don't ask him to look at him.

"Song Ange, do you think it can be done?"

"How do I know?" Song Ange closed his eyes.He didn't believe that Qiao Peicheng would open his eyelids abruptly and force him to look at him.

"I didn't believe it at first. But then I discovered that some things have to be tried. After all, the same thing happens to different people, and the results are also different."

"Song Ange, if there was a chance for you to change yourself, would you want to do the so-called reformation?"

This is what it means to sneak in.

Song Ange opened his eyes when he heard the words, and finally willing to take the initiative to stare at the person in front of him, looking at him with sarcasm. "Change? How?"

Just change it, is it that easy?

Many things, in the eyes of people who are not in it, have always only used a ridiculously self-righteous relaxed attitude to look at other people's helplessness, thinking that as long as they change the way casually, as long as they know how to fight back, they can get them. Good results in mouth.

Simply ridiculous.

"You have a rich and happy family, you have high-quality resources for you to choose from, and when you are born, you get something that some people can't get even if they spend their entire lives."

"In the eyes of people like you, most things seem to be easy to get and do. But it has never been so easy for me to change. With many indispensable support conditions, I need money to go Supports most behaviors."

"It is always said that money is not everything, but without money you are nothing. A person needs money from birth to death. Good environment, good resources, good education, good social circle, etc., I want to live like you How many people don’t need a lot of material conditions as a basis for their daily lives? Let’s not talk about these, let’s talk about good health, sickness and hospitalization, how many people are sick from overwork, and how many people have to wait for death in despair because they don’t have enough money to fully treat them.”

"Poverty is the original sin, Qiao Peisheng, do you understand?"

"A person like you who sees no suffering in the world, will you understand?"

"You are the most disgusting person in the world. If you can't touch and see what you don't, you think the world doesn't exist, and you can use a disgusting attitude to deny what others have experienced, are experiencing, or may experience. beyond despair.”

"It seems unreasonable for such a person to exist in this world. Is it that people like us shouldn't live in the beautiful world in your eyes?"

"After all, society has always paid attention to the law of survival of the fittest. In some people's eyes, it seems that as long as we know how to find the cause in ourselves, and know that this is the so-called self-inflicted, all problems can be solved."

Song Ange was in a certain stupid period, because he couldn't find anyone to resolve the various unease and doubts in his heart. After struggling several times, he asked others for help on the Internet with apprehension and expectation, and told everything he had experienced.

He just wants to gain some psychological comfort, even a little kindness can give him the strength to move forward bravely.

What are the available results?They all ridiculed him as a material for writing novels, an imaginary boy living in dog-blood dramas, and all laughed with a disapproving attitude of watching the drama.

So lightly denying the existence of Song Ange's life.

He, Song Ange, was just a joke made up in the eyes of others.

"Qiao Peicheng, do you understand these things? You obviously... don't understand anything." Song Ange couldn't continue, and if he said the next word, he would really break down and cry.

He didn't want to present such a shameful thing in front of the disgusting ghosts.

"Stupid."

How could Qiao Peisheng not understand?

Song Ange's discomfort, Song Ange's anger, Song Ange's powerlessness, Song Ange's struggle, how could Qiao Peisheng not understand?

It was because he understood that he couldn't helplessly watch everything move towards the track he had experienced.

"I understand." Qiao Peicheng let go of his hand, and looked down at the face that used to belong to him, his soul, and his Song Ange.

"It's because I understand that I ask you if you want to change?"

"You think, I will help you."

Qiao Peicheng took the trembling boy into his arms, and planted a comforting kiss on his head.

"Song Ange, do you want to?"