execution boy

Xiaodao had already fallen asleep, and his sleep was very restless, his brows were furrowed from time to time, as if he was experiencing some painful thing again in his dream.

What is it this time?How would his father torture him?

I covered him with a quilt, and suddenly remembered the notebook that Dr. Liu had given me. He said it was written by Xiaodao when he first entered prison.

I opened the drawer to find the diary, and the yellowed paper revealed ten years.

I didn't dare to watch it before, I thought it was torture to me.

But today I suddenly had the urge to open it.

Opening the diary, the crooked characters of the knife appeared in front of my eyes:

"I was like sitting on a roller coaster, with ups and downs, and when the car reached the top, there was a 90-degree obtuse angle, and I bent my waist.

I don't know how I am sitting here, and I am already a prisoner before being interrogated.

From time to time, the police look at me with disdainful eyes, like a kind of Lingchi, telling me, look, this is really the son of a drug dealer, and the drug dealer knows that a tiger does not eat a child, but this man killed his father heartlessly .

They told me that if I don't confess again, I may be sentenced to more than 20 years in prison, although I haven't finished yet..."

I couldn't bear to look at this place anymore, and closed the diary forcefully, as if I could breathe normally in this way.

His handwriting has always been ugly. In the past, I always laughed at his handwriting like a dog crawling. Every time he was told by me, he would practice handwriting more seriously, but he really didn't have the talent to write square Chinese characters.

I took a deep breath, opened the diary again, and he wrote:

"They kept asking me about my family relationship, always mentioning my mother, oh, my mother.

My mother is a madman, and I was always afraid of this woman when I was a child, because she always roared in the middle of the night, and the harsh voice was eerie and terrifying at night, and she lived in the attic, and the door of the attic was always locked by a heavy chain with.

There seemed to be a forbidden place, and whenever I took a step closer, my father would beat me severely.

The butler said that the mother couldn't elope with someone, and was locked in the attic by her father, and the man who eloped with her was buried alive by his father. When the butler said this, he would always point to the mountain next to him: "It's right there."

I don't know why the butler said this to me. He has been very kind to me since I was a child, even closer than my father.

In my eyes, the butler is a kind and pitiful man, because I have seen him attack several times, tearing his heart like a mad dog, sometimes digging out his own flesh with his nails, as if there were maggots growing inside. .

Until one day, the butler smiled and said to me with a needle: "Mark, you should taste this taste, it is very special, it will let you enter another world."

I trust the housekeeper so much that I even offered my arm, because the teacher told me that even though I am afraid of needles, some vaccines must be given, which can prevent diseases... so naive.

The father came just in time and kicked over the butler's needle. The butler roared with a distorted expression: "Ross, you made me look like a ghost, and I want your son to taste it too!"

Father took out the pistol he carried with him, and fired at the butler's head.

I watched helplessly as the housekeeper who had loved me since childhood fell to the ground with bloody faces and never got up again.

On that day, the door lock of the attic was opened somehow, and a woman in red clothes fell from the upstairs to the ground.

That woman was so close to me, so close, she kept looking at me when she was dying, terrified and sad.

That's my mother.

Memories of my childhood became fragments, after all I was too young at that time, I realized later that my father has been manipulating everyone with his powerful drug empire, he is a complete jerk... But oops, I I seem to have forgotten what this bastard looks like..."

I turned to the next page, and there was only one sentence written on it:

"I wake up every morning with a blank mind and it takes me a long time to remember that I'm in prison and why I'm in prison. I think my memory is slowly fading."

When I saw this, I was suffocated. It turned out that his illness could be traced.

I rubbed the yellowed paper, and finally turned over the paper and continued reading.

"I seem to forget things a lot recently. The prison guard has been here for a long time, but yesterday he came to deliver my meals, and I actually felt that he was a stranger. I think I am sick. If my memory disappears...

When I think of this, I am very happy, even ecstatic from the bottom of my heart, so that when my father comes to me again in the middle of the dream, I will ask him confidently: who are you. "

"Zhao Yi came yesterday. He hasn't been here for a long time. He seems to be very busy. In fact, I really want to say a few words to him, but I dare not. I am a murderer. I am very happy that he can come to see me. gone."

"I don't know anyone here, so no one will come to see me kindly, only Zhao Yi, but he hasn't come for a week, I think he is tired of me."

Seeing this, I smiled bitterly, Zhao Xiaodao, Zhao Xiaodao, I was busy appealing for you at that time, and I didn’t meet you a few times, but you even complained about me in your diary.

At that time, he and I were too cautious, and because of our cautiousness, we became a lot of speculation.

For example, every time we met, I always felt that he looked at me with strange eyes, as if he was asking me: Look, I did what you said, and I ended up like this. Zhao Yi, are you satisfied? "

At that time, neither he nor I could see through each other at that age.

There are not a few pages in the diary. This is the last complete sentence he wrote. The diary ends here and there will be no more. The date is June [-]rd.

The first few sheets of paper were created randomly, sometimes in Chinese and sometimes in English, scribbling like ghosts, and his mind was already confused at that time.

June [-]rd... I remember that when I went to see him, it was June [-]th. Dr. Liu called and said that Zhao Xiaodao was abnormal. I thought he was locked up and lost his patience, but I never expected that I He didn't recognize me when I went in.

That day, there were dark clouds and heavy rain outside the prison, and I stood in front of him completely drenched.

He didn't know anyone at the time, his eyes had lost focus, and he muttered:

"The sky is against the earth, the rain is against the wind. The continent is against the sky. The mountain flowers are against the trees in the sea, and the red sun is against the sky. The thunder is faint and foggy. The sun is against the sky. The wind is high, the autumn moon is white, and the sunset is red when it rains. , Participate in the business of fighting against the west and the east. In October, on the frontier, the garrison is frightened by the rustling frost; on the river in three winters, the long snow and cold fisherman..."

Only then did I know that "The Li Weng Conversations", which he couldn't learn no matter how I taught him when he was a child, had already been memorized in his mind, word for word.