critical value

The summer in the south of the Yangtze River that was so hot that no one should endure it is finally over, and the high school life with epilepsy began for a while. On a certain day, a certain day, a certain morning, I was sitting on the bed bored thinking about the novel I read yesterday. In a daze, a sudden ringtone of the phone scared me so much that I almost jumped up.

In fact, I have been waiting for this call for a long time, with the feeling of anticipation and fear - the local Zhangbu finally called to inform me that I should adjust the time difference and prepare my equipment, and I will act tomorrow night.

Looking forward, because the original purpose of my coming here is for this battle, and after the end, I can go back to my Great Northeast to continue to torture myself; I am afraid, because even if I figured it out, I haven’t done a complete job. Prepare for separation from epilepsy.However, the general situation forced them to separate, perhaps naturally.

This is also a way of deceiving yourself.

The next night I arrived as scheduled. After returning home from the evening self-study epilepsy, I walked slowly to the local Zhangbu headquarters alone, with a pistol in my pocket. At the school gate, and then from the school gate to Zhangmenkou, and then on to the battlefield.I accidentally bumped into a young gangster on the road, he yelled and asked me to lose money, I laughed "haha" twice and fled the battlefield at the speed of light.At that time, even with a pistol and a gun, I didn't think about hurting him. After all, what I will experience later is something he never imagined.

......

"Do you have a knife?" This was the first and only sentence I said to Zhang Bu's little brother after I got in the car. Later, he thought my equipment was too bad and gave me a submachine gun, telling me this time It is officially approved, it doesn't matter if you hit it casually.

...... (The angle of view switches to Zhang Bu's younger brother)......

Intelligence workers like us, who are far away from the core of power, usually have more than simple intelligence work, for example, they also have to please those big brothers and sisters who are in the military; when they are too busy, we have to solve the disputes in small shops; they When the angry and bloody parties are just tearing each other up or quarreling because of the rotten smell of love, we will also be responsible for the "gold medal mediation" of Jiangxi Satellite TV; we will also be responsible for cleaning up the battlefield after their massacre is over...

Grassroots working people like us who "wake up earlier than chickens, sleep later than dogs, do more than cows, and earn less than anyone else" are naturally well-informed. As time goes by, we don't pay attention to it anymore, but we didn't expect there to be such a wonderful thing as the "Pursuit Department and Anti-Pursuit Chief". In addition to talking less than the rumors, he is indeed not in vain— —

In the past, those brothers and sisters couldn't survive without charge, charge, and guns, and they always succeeded with their firepower superiority and unexpected sneak attacks.I have never seen such a person, wielding a machete with an absolute weapon difference, scurrying around where the firepower is the most dense, but he was unscathed. Instead, he unilaterally fell to the ground and killed others - such a glance In the past, it seemed that special effects were added, and it looked more powerful than the pig's feet in Japanese manga.

He has been running at the front all the time, and he disappeared without a trace. Not to mention us, those brothers and sisters who are usually very naughty can't keep up with him now, and have no time to cover for him.It was just that when he passed the road he had walked, the walls on both sides were bloody, and all the enemy soldiers hit their heads on the pale walls due to external forces, spraying bright red.

Like a badly played vent ball.

When we find him again, everything will be settled, and today, as rumored, it is his home game alone.

......

Perhaps the best way to run around, let yourself go, and vent your stress is to take on some missions of the "unexpected, unprepared" series, and then kill all the enemies in one go. This time is particularly rewarding.On the way here, because I was afraid of affecting my state, I deliberately let myself go without saying a few words to my younger brother. On the way back, because I had a sense of accomplishment and admired myself so much, I didn’t say a few words. In fact, I feel that the local Zhangbu brother is also very caring. Yes, seeing that I am covered in blood, they even brought me a change of clothes.

After getting out of the car, I was bouncing and walking on the desolate street in the middle of the night. I was in a particularly happy mood that day. When I was in a good mood, I wanted to find epilepsy almost like a conditioned reflex. Tell him everything.But after thinking about it, I might go back to the Northeast after today, or I might never come to see him again, and my heart calmed down again with "acid-base neutralization".

I want to run to him peacefully in the middle of the night, let him be woken up by me in the middle of the night, and finally leave him an unforgettable last memory about me in this life.Let's go tomorrow, that's about the same.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor of their house are the same as the voice-activated lights in my temporary residence. Half of them are broken, and the other half are not very sensitive. They have to jump up and down and howl twice to emit a little dim light. In this difficult environment, while groping and wailing, I finally stood at the door of his house, ah, strange, why the door was not closed?

......

In fact, when we have known each other for less than three months, I have always had an unspeakable urge, which may be the reason why the cute face of epilepsy makes people look like they want to be bullied. I have wanted to Watching him cry, whether it's beautifully crying silently or crying loudly, anyway, just want to see him cry.However, just like the general Tanmei novels, the more shou who has a less abusive face, the stronger his heart is. I have given him table thumps and wall thumps more than once, and it was Ya who choked his neck or used standard grappling. Kind of dong, intentionally hurt him, or intentionally "behavior and chaos", he never cried as I wished, and he didn't even show any expression of wanting to cry, but continued to concentrate Forced to do what he did before.

At most, stare at me and kick me.

I really didn't expect that I would see him cry when I was supposed to meet him for the last time.

After opening the door, the light was not turned on, and after turning on the light, the room was full of scarlet. Although the scene was not as bloody as the one I caused by myself, but because the person who fell on the ground was his mother, all of this was better than Cheng's. The pile of corpses is even more terrifying.Beside her, Epilepsy sat on the ground and looked towards the door. It took a long time to adapt to the sudden light with his eyes covered, and finally he was able to look up at me as usual.

But the eyes were different from usual, with helplessness and despair in them. The moment I saw me, I was silent, even expressionless, and two lines of tears rolled down my face.

In ordinary Tanmei novels, after seeing Xiao Shou crying, Xiao Zhagong will be unable to extricate himself from being addicted to his tears. He will treat him and abuse him every day when he has nothing to do. In the SM special series, all kinds of gods develop at the end, and it makes sense to come to a happy ending.And after seeing his two lines of tears, I didn't feel disgusted, it didn't mean that he looked ugly when he cried, but I didn't want to see his expression anymore.

He conveniently picked up a knife from a pool of blood on the ground, and scratched across his chest, looking for a suitable place to attack the joints.And before he made a move, I picked up the baseball bat lying across the door, and quietly walked around behind him...

In fact, I am very scared when I think about it carefully. I still remember the biology of the human brain in junior high school. The biology teacher warned us not to hit the back of other people’s heads with heavy objects. And breathe out, and then die.

But I was very lucky. Not only did I not die of epilepsy and I was not stupid, but I also perfectly forgot all the unpleasant memories.

Just like what I guessed from my experience of watching so many TV dramas.

Afterwards, I called the local Ministry of Housekeeping and asked them to come over to deal with the funeral. I heard that the funeral was well organized and the inheritance was transferred to my name. Not going to let him attend the funeral.

——I don't want him to know the fact that his mother died, and I don't want him to recall the blood that filled the room that day.

I carried him back to my temporary residence. I had just washed off the bloody smell of the enemy, but I was stained with his blood again.That day, I carried him on my back and walked slowly step by step in the middle of the night, smelling the smell of blood, drenched in the drizzle at night, and breathing the humid air in the south of the Yangtze River - there is not much heat in the night.

Suddenly it feels like this has happened a long time ago.

It's just that I was carrying Zhang Haoran that time, but this time I was carrying epilepsy.

Unknowingly, he began to compare him with Zhang Haoran again.

From the first meeting with Zhang Haoran until now, this is the first time I have faced the reality so directly, and I feel that I have not missed any sad or happy things.In an instant, I felt that he and Zhang Haoran were the same, both of them could give me a hearty feeling of being reborn after breaking through the clouds and mists, and both of them could make me be unscrupulous by my side...

But in the next moment, he felt that he and Zhang Haoran were actually different.Zhang Haoran is wise, and now I realize that he tried every means to cheer me up from time to time, so that I can get out of the shadow of brotherly killing in the past; while epilepsy is too naive and never thinks about things, but inexplicable is also very close to me. in tune.

Now I am more willing to think about epilepsy more.

Thinking of his family background, the pain he suffered or natural and man-made disasters, and the innocence and bright eyes he still preserved in the suffering, he suddenly felt that the suffering he suffered was just a drop in the ocean in his eyes, so he suddenly understood what , I have the courage to push back the memory a little bit, back to when I was still in Sichuan, and I was still with my brother, and then I started to think about it again, facing it without reservation.Suddenly it didn't feel so unforgivable.My brother must have his own reasons, otherwise he wouldn't hurt me for no reason...

That day, smelling the bloody smell on Epilepsy’s body, I remembered the night before, when Zhang Haoran’s body symbolized the bloody smell of his death, my footsteps became faster and faster, and finally I almost ran into the door and rushed into the shower room. After checking that there was no wound on his body, he was relieved.

——I have already lost Zhang Haoran, I can’t lose another epilepsy, this time I must protect the one I love, together with his innocence and kindness.

I'll take him back to the Northeast...

I hope Zhang Weiran can forgive me.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Mang should be regarded as entering a new stage.