For the rest of his life

The girl's cotton skirt was like a joke, and she walked in front of the tattoo artist like a lamb in the mouth of a tiger.

The tattoo artist was very gentle. After looking at her for a long time and confirming for a long time, he realized that what she said was unquestionable. This girl really wanted to get a tattoo. A period was tattooed somewhere on her body.

"May I ask what it means? I'm sorry, but I'm just suddenly curious." The tattoo artist is a young man with a mustache, and he smiled gently, alleviating Lu Qiong's tension. She had a sullen face, as if Like a tight bowstring, a kind of fear exudes from all over her body, but she feels that if she does not give herself a proof, she will not be able to overcome her desire to give up halfway and jump off the roof.

Tang Yi was playing games. He only knew that Lu Qiong wanted a tattoo, so he brought her here. He didn't know what the tattoo meant, but he only knew it was a period.

Well, anyway, she is a sensitive little girl, as slender as hair, so he doesn't ask, knowing that Lu Qiong's inner world is full of emotions, and he can't understand it even if he asks, so he bows his head to play games, and is very familiar with the tattoo artist, so Use his computer to play Red Alert.From the corner of the eye, Lu Qiong caught a glimpse of Lu Qiong standing there, clutching her skirt awkwardly, and lowered her head. The broken hair on the back of her neck was not combed up, and she was fair and clean, revealing the straps of her underwear.

It was like a bug was biting his heart, but he still lowered his head to play the game, he thought it was impossible.

Lu Qiong knew in her heart that it was the countdown to her own death. The young girl's lingering thoughts were hard to guess. She just felt that it was too boring to stagger and stagger forward cautiously all her life, and she didn't know what she was chasing. I don't know what to look forward to with optimism.

The only thing that can be comforted is Tang Yi's company, like a loyal knight guarding the princess's side to slay demons all the way, but Tang Yi can never understand his own thoughts, and what he does, in his eyes, is also somewhat It's unbelievable, but Lu Qiong relies on him to form a habit. This is her family, just like her father and mother.

For her father's expectation of going to college, she decided to end her own life, hold her own wrist, and delay her death for a thousand days, so as to fulfill an old man's long-cherished wish. This is something to live up to him. She knows that It is wrong to die responsibly, but life is too difficult, full of tears and sorrow, she has no strength to hold on, so she has no choice but to make a decision like this.

"Where is it?"

"Shoulders..." She whispered, pointing at her shoulders in a panic. The shoulders are the place to carry things and all the burdens. It was really a burden, so I decided to tattoo a full stop on my shoulders, a little nervous, but from what she saw at the time, it was as solemn as an oath.

Later Tang Yi found out about her depression, and said, let me study psychology, and I can save you in the future.

On the day of the thousand-day countdown, there was a rain, cold and dead silent, as if it washed away the past, and there was no lingering afterward. She was admitted to university, and then, there was no more, writing steadily and quietly every day The manuscripts she likes are serialized on the website, and she has a considerable number of regular readers. She suddenly realizes that she is valuable with such a group of people around her, and she suddenly has a head start.

It’s just that the countdown is approaching, as if she’s announcing something. She writes many manuscripts every day and updates them a lot. Stomach problems and physical weakness follow one after another. She thinks that if she doesn’t finish writing quickly, readers won’t see the end. It’s really a waste of a lifetime. You can't see the ending in your lifetime, and you may not be able to touch your own soul to remind you of the ending after you die. Maybe you have forgotten it, so you have to work overtime to write.

But I still haven't been able to finish the serialization. She said Tang Yi, I feel very scared now.

Fear is a normal state of mind, don't panic, think about why you are afraid.

At that time, Tang Yi was wearing formal clothes and preparing for the exam. He was no longer the boy who moved his fists. His brows were square and upright, which concealed the unruly nature of his inner world. He sat opposite her and read a book with his head down. Going to the page, I raised my eyes to look at her sitting opposite: "It's because of what, the source."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to finish my book." She said something casually.She spoke implicitly like Hemingway's iceberg theory, but she still had too high expectations. Tang Yi failed to understand what she implied, and just hummed vaguely: "There's nothing to worry about, write a little bit every day. , and it’s over.”

As if nothing was said, every word on the page came to lash out at itself, look, you are going to break your oath for your so-called book, you are going to die, you have decided, you are a sick person, you will be around everyone Corrupt everyone.

It was like a struggle, like a sacrifice, she felt that she had to sacrifice something, the tattoo on her shoulder was in sharp pain, maybe it was a psychological effect, she got up and walked outside, it was raining that day, she was taking a walk.

She raised her eyes and walked, walking slowly in the torrential rain, not thinking about anything, she was just walking.

After thinking about it, I still have to cut it off, like it will be cut off forever, with no end.

Panicked emotions seized her, she thought, and she had no end, an unfinished life.

This is the first time to deceive readers. She told readers at the place where the author made an announcement that I will be traveling for a long time, so I will stop updating. I hope everyone will understand.

It was the last day of the countdown to death, the thousandth day, and the last moment was at midnight, and she was going to fulfill her childhood wish.

Suddenly she had a strong will to live, and she didn't want to die, but she was struggling, pushed and pulled from side to side, and every step was difficult.

Outside the school, there is a river. It is said that many people have died. It is said that there are water ghosts who will drag people's feet down to hell. At twelve o'clock, she did not go back to school. She was wearing a skirt by the lake, and the wind was blowing , she hugged her bare arm, feeling extremely ridiculous.

The distant wind was clamoring, pressing down coldly. From the dome to the ground, the tops of the willow trees seemed to be pulled up, with cold moisture brushing against her cheeks and blowing past her ears. She felt more and more desolate, standing in the river On the embankment, a building was built on the opposite side, and there was a bridge close to me. Under the bridge, water plants and cement blocks were piled up, so the water flow began to become thinner from there. This place was blocked a little, and it was called a lake.

She watched all this silently, walking against the flow of the river, her mind was blank.

If, if you are ready, just jump from here.

The gloomy river reflects the light from far away, and the folds and flickers seem to reflect the whole city, but when you look closely, there is nothing, only you are alone, it flows slowly from east to west, silently No breath, listening quietly is the murmur of water, like a ghost crying, like a wronged soul.

It's like someone set up a river lantern in the past, in order to send the innocent souls in the river to reincarnation and reincarnation, so the whole river reflected the transparent little lamp, swaying downstream like the only light in the world.

It seemed that there was a cry, from the east to the west, slowly and sadly telling something, did she feel that she was mourning for herself, she threw herself in so silently, her body was submerged, and there was no dignity at all after death. No, fish it out, if you are lucky enough to be fished out, soaked beyond recognition, swollen and rotted, is it the result you want? Life is so fragile, haven’t I already experienced such lonely years? Why do I still want it? To bear life—

She was very confused for a while, if she jumped in, there would be singing-like cries in her ears, she would not be lonely on the way, as expected, she was still sentimental, as expected, she still thought too much, and she even hallucinatedly heard someone cry.

Self-deprecating smile.

But he suddenly realized that it was not his illusion.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, someone was really crying.

She has never believed in ghosts and gods. If there were ghosts and gods, she would have gone to Qingchi in the dark. How could she still be here? She doesn't believe in these things, and she doesn't believe in retribution. She resents those who hurt her. Those people still lived recklessly and happily, only she was dormant in the shadows, and she scratched her hair.

The source of the sound was in the east, still in front of her, as if she was exploring something, she walked forward, followed the sound, and saw a person wearing the uniform of a nearby high school under the pier of the bridge. Sitting on a large remnant of reinforced concrete protruding from the river, with his head buried in his arms, he let out a sobbing sound, as if seeing him off in the dark, but now, It's like the child is seeing him off.

The child was in the middle of the river, not reaching any shore, alone in the river bed, crying in the middle of the river.

As if seeing myself, great compassion and sympathy rose up from the depths of my heart like a fire, and the inner world echoed from a distance.

As if to delay her own death, she, who was not good at caring about anyone, walked over the bridge, as if the appearance of this child could redeem herself, inexplicably, this was a straw, she stood on the straw Above, on the bridge, I leaned down leaning on the railing, and asked her softly, "It's so late, aren't you going home?"

I didn't dare to ask "Why are you here?" It was an abrupt, rampant way of asking questions that I didn't understand at all. If I didn't have my own reasons, why would I cry here in such a strange place in the middle of the night.

It took a long time before she dared to ask. She didn't dare to strike up a conversation with anyone. It was just the first time here. She subconsciously put down her guard against this child in school uniform. It was inexplicably familiar. It was like talking to herself, dissecting herself, and then asking and answering. Complete the final sublimation of the characters.

"Sister, I don't have a home anymore. I just want to cry. I just want to cry. Do you cry too? Here, I'll make room for you."

It was a girl who said something strange. She raised her eyes and rubbed her tears. She couldn't see her face clearly in the dark. The girl stepped aside: "Sister, your profile is so beautiful—"

Lu Qiong was startled.

She didn't realize that a cold fragrance on her body was passed to the child's nose. After three years of burning, she was stunned for a long time, then leaned down from the bridge, and with the support of the child, she sat on the rock with strange edges and corners, side by side. sitting.

It took the whole night.

Shoulder tattoos are less painful.

Xu Chenmu opened the door, put on a bathrobe, came out and stood in front of her, his hair was dripping wet: "I've thought about it for a long time—"

The author has something to say: in the third year of high school and the top student in the grade, she skipped class.Because I was on the verge of emotional collapse, I was sitting alone in the corner, she found me and said, let's go for a walk.

I went to class, I said you go back to class, she said let's go out of school.

One part of the school is under construction, and there is still a gap in the big blue iron sheet that allows one person to get out.

She said get out and play.

I can't tell.

She said drill it, drill it, it's fun.

I took a look, the street outside was beautiful, but I turned my head and walked away.

Said a lot.

It was very dark.

She obviously couldn't say anything.

I can't be comforted either.

Just kept walking side by side, doing nothing, just walking, avoiding the teacher.

Companionship is the longest love, but it's not a confession. At that time, I realized that friendship is a very beautiful thing.

Miss her so much.

When I was a child in Inner Mongolia, boiled mutton was delicious, just sprinkle a pinch of salt on it.

The sheep over there grew up eating wild onions. The meat has no smell, not at all, and it has a fresh fragrance. I could eat a lot when I was young.

People here are not used to eating rice. I am a bit of a different kind of person who likes to eat rice. In recent years, there have been a lot more people eating rice. It seems that the reform and opening up has finally happened here. 2333

When I was young, I always learned the tone of my sister.I'm a good player at jumping rubber bands, but now I'm fat and can't jump. It's a classic

"Year after year, I worked for the landlord for three years. (No pollution here).

The landlord gave me three cents, and you said that was pitiful.

Poor is Liu, Hu Lan, Liu, sister Hu Lan is 13 years old,

Join the revolutionary guerrillas.She sacrificed for the revolution.

You say that honor is not honorable. "

The most basic thing is that boys can also dance.

"Mao, the Chairman's photo, hang on the wall, study hard and make progress every day." This is the simplest.

Miss Beijing brand instant noodles.

Pinching stones, because at the beginning it was a game of black holes, and no one played with me.

So I worked hard and practiced for a week, and finally became a master.

Then because I was too good at playing, no one played with me.

I worked too hard at that time, but now I am too lazy to do it 23333

Tiaopi Jin also practiced for a month before transforming from a rookie.

Green peppers eaten raw when I was a child are extremely sweet, but they are easily spoiled.Now it seems that the variety has changed, it is not sweet, but it can be kept for a long time.

Boiled edamame in salt water is the most delicious thing in the world [Ah, there are actually better ones]

The seeds of cocklebur are delicious, like melon seeds, they grow on the side of the road, and they are eaten with pain.Later I learned that the seeds are poisonous.

Now my mother doesn't use mung beans to produce bean sprouts. The bean sprouts produced at home are the most fragrant and healthiest.

I used to be so hungry that I could buy five steamed buns for one yuan, but now I can only buy two.

It's delicious with raw garlic or green onions, but I can't eat it now, my stomach can't stand it.

I like to drink oil tea, the noodles are cooked, the sweet one has raisins, the salty one has no raisins, in addition, there are salt and pepper, melon seeds, walnut kernels, almonds are crushed, sprinkle a handful of sesame seeds, boil water in the morning Brew it out and eat it with small twists.

When in a hurry, pour boiling water on the stirred raw eggs, sprinkle some salt, and make a simple egg drop soup.