Mo

Epicurus said: "Death has nothing to do with us. As long as we exist, death will not come. And whenever death comes, we no longer exist."

Le Tianpin, who was forced to read the book, read those awkward words and praised the excellent thoughts of the sages.Maybe my thoughts will not be able to rise to that level in my life.But those exquisite words still flowed in front of his eyes like running water, without leaving any traces in his heart.

He can't read the book at all, he can't imagine the pencil drawing that spans the whole book, how excellent the owner's patience is, why is the same boy, other people not only have better family background and conduct than you, but even read books better than you. You are much.In his mind, the appearance of Mo Quan immersed in the book alone in high school appeared in his mind. His fingertips traced those faint pencil marks, as if he had groped for his own withered life.

"Mo Quan." He called the person beside him who was reading with him, but the other person was obviously much more serious than himself.

"Can't you see it?" Mo Quan knew what he was going to say without even turning his eyes.The doctor told Le Tiantian to read more books when he was free, so as to divert his attention and improve his willpower.So when Le Tiantian was reading, Mo Quan accompanied him, "If you can't read it, should I tell you?"

Lectures?Le Tiantian felt that it was like a mother sitting by the bed and telling her son a bedtime story when she was a child.His recent depression has reached the lowest point in his life, and he shook his head lightly: "Can we chat for a while?"

Mo Quan put down the book, stared solemnly into Le Tiantian's eyes, and told him solemnly: "It's not that I'm imprisoning you, it's not that I force you to listen to whatever you do. It's that you just tell me what you want, and I will With you. Don't use that begging tone."

Le Tiantian was said to have a knot in his heart. He always felt that his savior was imprisoning him.But when he was in a heavy heart, he didn't dare to say anything at all. He even felt for a moment just now that if Mo Quan refused his request, he would definitely want to die extremely.

Mo Quan asked someone to bring hot tea, set up a small table, and sat upright, ready to listen.

The moment he put the hot tea in his hand, he felt the heat coming from his palm, and he suddenly felt like crying, wanting to cry purely, just like crying because he was robbed of candy when he was a child.When he was not addicted, he never cried. Even in front of the Mo family's psychiatrist, he was resistant to treatment in his heart, but even he himself didn't think about why he could pretend to be so obedient on the surface.

But now, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a great sense of exhaustion, and his completely unstable mood was defeated in front of the gentle hot tea and Mo Quan. He suddenly wanted to talk, maybe he just wanted to say to his friends: "In my life Is it over?"

"That's up to you. But I'd rather you realize it's just your negative thoughts."

"I can only be so negative in my life." He couldn't get out of a certain invisible force, just like failing a test a hundred times, he thought he would never pass.

"Just wait until you get out of this room." Mo Quan never comforts anyone, whether it is himself or others.He only speaks the truth, he clearly knows that young life cannot be constrained, there is no darkness in this world, there are only places that are temporarily not illuminated by the sun, "I used to think that I would be bound for the rest of my life, but now I can at least tell you, you're going to get out."

"Mo Quan, why don't you tell me your story. You don't want to think about me any more." Le Tian often thought of his recent hustle and bustle, his head was about to explode, and he was extremely sad.

Hearing what he said, Mo Quan put down the half-drinked tea in his hand, fell on the backrest, and frowned as if he didn't understand.

"Forget it." Le Tian felt that this expression was telling him why he should interfere with other people's privacy.

But Mo Quan smiled: "I'm just surprised, you are the first person to take the initiative to ask me this question."

Before that, everyone thought that Young Master Mo Er's past was unbearable, and if he knew it, he would be silenced. It's better not to know.

"I don't have many stories, I'm afraid you will be bored."

"No, just tell me casually. For example, why do you like reading so much?" Le Tiantian shook the book in his hand.

"Well, I started watching it to learn Chinese. My Chinese was taught by my brother, so I can't learn anything."

Le Tiantian thought it was impossible: "Your family is so rich, you wouldn't even be reluctant to hire a professional Chinese teacher."

Mo Quan prepared for a few seconds, because he was not used to speaking long words in one breath, his thoughts followed his own language, and he returned to the building more than ten years ago...

I came to this strange place. On the second day, I met my Chinese teacher, who was an excellent Chinese-Japanese translator. He brought a wall chart with colorful words "aoe,iuv...".I was still in the panic of the unfamiliar environment. I couldn't open my mouth in that class, and sat there stupidly, and the teacher couldn't help me.

The teacher finished class, and I still sat where I was.

The boy who quietly gave me honey milk last night, the boy who forced me to call him "gege" came to me again, he came with my mother, they were talking and laughing, but I couldn't understand a word.

He pointed to the first one on the wall chart and said something, and his mother translated for him: "izumi, 読んで." (Koizumi, read it.)

I didn't attend the lectures at all, and I didn't want to learn those meaningless things.He could only lower his head and escape with his eyes.I wish my mom would come and give me a hug.But she seems to have fallen in love with that boy who always makes people laugh. She will never love a child like me again, and she will definitely stand by that boy from now on.When I think of this, my pessimistic mood is hard to deal with.

"読んで, 読んで." The boy was also encouraging me with the bad Japanese he was learning, over and over again, with a smile on his face, as if he would never get tired of it.

Maybe it was because my mother saw me ignoring the boy, which made the boy very embarrassed. My mother's expression became more serious than I have ever seen before: "あなたはとてもしくない, だめだよ!" (You are very rude, no oh!)

"..." I was afraid to see my mother's expression like that. I don't know the end of the world, but if my mother doesn't like me, it must be more terrifying than the end of the world. I said in fear, "a..."

The boy pointed his finger along the past, and the smile on his face grew wider.

"o...e (え, the pronunciation is similar to "eh")" I don't know that the same character has different pronunciations in different countries. I just want to finish reading it quickly and end my mother's torture-like eyes.

"Goose(e)~" The boy is correcting me.

But that e clearly reads "eh" in my heart, I am wronged, but I can only read "goose" over and over again.

My mother was very pleased, she let me study hard, she said, it seems that my brother and I have a good relationship, and it is easier for children to get along with each other.Then he left contentedly.I know that she will stay by that man's side again and will not come back.

"Goose."

"Eh." I'm not interested in catering to that boy anymore.

"Goose!"

"Eh." Why do you want to change the way I speak? I'm not from the same world. Isn't it true that I don't use the same language?

"Goose!"

"Hey, huh!" At that time, I couldn't believe it to death, this guy who pretended to be an angel in front of everyone turned out to be a dogmatic wolf!Poisonous wolf!I looked at him in disbelief, clutching my head that had been hit hard, tears streaming down my face.

"Goose!!" His often smiling face turned ferocious, and he stretched out his hand without waiting for my response.

Before I could open my mouth and protect myself with both hands, he took advantage of his size and strength to push me down to the ground, opened my teeth with one hand and grabbed my tongue fiercely.

I fell into confusion in an instant, unable to breathe normally, unable to shake off the weight sitting on my chest, trying to escape with my slippery tongue, but was caught and scratched again and again, clear saliva was squeezed out of my mouth mixed with bloody breath, Dirty face, strayed into the mouth and nostrils, I coughed instinctively but couldn't close my mouth, the despair and stinging pain at that moment made me think I was going to die.

He kept cursing in my ears. I couldn't understand it, but I knew it was definitely not a good word.

Tired of tossing and tossing, he finally let go. I was choked by the saliva in my nasal cavity and coughed like a newborn.He pinched my lower lip with wet hands, looking down at me as if Shura had descended into the world, and finally asked me again: "Huh?"

I was crying, coughing until my brain was deprived of oxygen: "Goose..."