Double ten

Mu Feng, who thought he would sleep soundly when he returned home, was still struggling in his dream, and had constant nightmares. Every bit of the past 12 years echoed in his mind one by one, rushing into his dream, making him feel helpless. There is nowhere to escape.

A thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and Mu Feng, who was trapped in his dream, was awakened. There were bursts of thunder, the omen of the storm, which made people feel particularly penetrating and flustered in this dark night.

Mu Feng fumbled for the alarm clock by the bedside, the time was 25:[-] in the evening, put the alarm clock down, and he lay quietly, listening to the thunder outside the window, occasionally a different voice came , He listened quietly for a while and got up, turned on the light, opened the door of the bedroom, the light was still on in the living room, and the TV was on.

"Dad, why haven't you slept yet?" Mu Feng walked over and turned off the TV, "Go to sleep!"

Mu's father closed his eyes, nestled on the wooden chair that had been used for several years, and remained motionless.

Mu Feng smiled helplessly, walked over and shook him, "Dad, go to bed and sleep, your back is crooked here..." Before he finished speaking, his smile froze on his face, and he couldn't help touching the hand on Mu's father's arm. trembling.

My heart started to panic, and the sense of fear slowly came over me. Mu Feng bit his lip, and tentatively called out twice: "Dad? Dad?"

Along with the thunder outside the window, his echo resounded in the empty room, and no one responded to his panic.

Mu Feng shivered and stretched his fingers into the nose of his sleeping father. After a long, long time, there was still no warm breath. The cold air interrupted the last thought in his heart.

"Dad, Dad..." Kneeling limply by the chair, shaking his already icy body fiercely, Mu Feng cried out in pain, "Dad, Dad, wake up, wake up... Please You, you wake up..."

Any action, any call, could no longer make that kind smile appear, and no longer could make those sleeping eyes open.

"This is the pork stuffed dumpling you like to eat, eat more... Your mother must be very happy to see you back... Go to bed early, get up early tomorrow and go back to your hometown to offer incense to your mother... What kind of wife does Xiaofeng look for? What, gentle? Spicy..." A few hours ago, Mu's father was laughing and talking about various things, but now, he can't see it anymore.

"Ah..." A heart-piercing voice, accompanied by the storm after the thunder, disappeared without a trace in the quiet night.

Despair, deep despair, Mu Feng in prison had been desperate before, but this time he was completely defeated, he had never been so desperate and painful.

From entering prison to being released from prison, for 12 years, in order to meet his father and take care of his father who lives alone outside, he spent every day in prison. This is the only reason for him to survive, but this reason has not yet In the past day, it collapsed and was gone.

Before he had time to be filial to his father, who was only in his 50s, his hair was already full of gray hair for one day, just one day, why...

"Now, I have nothing left. God, what test is there? You can throw it at you. What else can I not accept..." Mu Feng, who was leaning on his father's side, murmured, his eyes absent-minded.

A relationship that came to an end, his family was ruined, and now, he was left with only himself.

Desperately living, just to live, but why, time and time again, the reality trampled him hard and trampled on him wantonly?

What is the most painful thing in this world?What is it that makes you feel the most hopeless?

Those who are not there are no longer there, but those who are present are still doing what belongs to him.

Without making a big fuss, without publicizing it, without informing any relatives, Mu Feng hired a tricycle and asked an uncle to help transport it back to his hometown after talking dry.

In a small village, if there is any movement, everyone will know it, and of course it cannot be hidden.Mu Feng didn't have time to pay attention to anyone, thanked the uncle of the tricycle, gave him enough money, picked up the rusty shovel, and dug next to his mother's grave, for three full hours, without taking a breath or resting for a second Zhong, there are more and more onlookers in the village, talking a lot, or asking him how Papa Mu got there, or speaking ill of him, but he doesn't say a word, just doing his own thing.

After digging a tomb of a suitable size, I carried my father who had packed it up and put it in. I sprinkled it with handfuls of soil, and I didn’t cry or shed a tear. I couldn’t be more calm, as if it wasn’t his father. but other people.

Father Mu has no high hall, no biological brothers and sisters, most people in the village wait and see, how can they help?What's more, Mu Feng has killed people before, and the people in the village don't know why he killed people, but in the eyes of the local people, you have killed people and been imprisoned, how can you be a good person?Of course it is a bad person, a person who can't be more bad, a person whom everyone is afraid to avoid, how can he be willing to give a little bit of charity.

He is a disgrace to the whole village.

The little woman in the village took the child to teach: "Did you see that, if you are disobedient and don't study hard, you will end up just like him..."

The man in the village shook his head: "Being a man, you can't be like him."

The old man in the village reprimanded the next generation: "Whoever wants to be like him, don't blame me for driving him out of the house and severing the blood relationship."

"..."

It was all a gesture of standing on the sidelines, full of sarcasm and sarcasm, Mu Feng accepted all this calmly, waited for the last handful of soil to be piled up, inserted the wooden sign with the words carved by himself, and cleared the weeds on the mother's tomb. Burning incense, kowtow, straighten your back and kneel in front of the old man's tomb, not getting up.

It began to rain in the dark sky, and the crowd who had had enough of watching the excitement ran away without a trace. The rain became more and more heavy, washing away all the dust in the world, and violently washing away the people in front of the tomb.But he didn't waver, kneeling upright, as if he was going to grow old forever.

After completing the last event, burying his father and Mu Feng, he no longer has the will to survive.