deep hypnosis

Ever since Yi Yang became popular, "□□" often came to their store to support him. Yi Yang has a thin skin, but after coming and going, he also got acquainted with some like-minded fans, and gradually talked more and more.Xiao Mu and Cheng Yan were very relieved to see Yi Yang gradually becoming cheerful.

On the day of the winter solstice, the store held a half-day event, requiring nine customers who had signed up on WeChat beforehand to come to the store and put on Hanfu together, imitating the ancients to "eliminate the cold".After some dressing up, including Yi Yang, the nine people gathered together in the private room, sat on the floor, and painted Yi Yang's self-made "Nine Nine Cold Dispelling Picture".According to the tradition, nine plums are drawn on the picture, each branch has nine flowers, one branch corresponds to one nine, and one flower corresponds to a day.Everyone painted the plum blossoms according to the weather forecast for the coming week, red for sunny, blue for cloudy, green for rain, yellow for wind, and white for snow, and the rest will be left for the next gathering.After finishing this, nine dishes and nine bowls were placed on the table, and they drank and ate together.Yi Yang introduced a lot of knowledge about the winter solstice to the eight guests, and also offered a few special delicacies that he specially made for this solar term that will be eaten on this day in various places-Tengzhou mutton soup, Ningbo sweet potato soup and fruit, Taiwan Nine-layer cake, Jiangnan red bean glutinous rice... no matter which one it is, it makes people's index fingers move. Naturally, there was a burst of crazy shots, and they were posted on the circle of friends and received countless likes.

"Then Mr. Yi, many people burn paper money during the winter solstice. Is this also a custom from the past?"

"Yes, the ancients believed that from the winter solstice, the yang energy rises and the days get longer day by day, which marks the beginning of the next cycle. Therefore, the winter solstice is also called Xiaonian. On this day, people will reunite and worship their ancestors. In the Ming Dynasty, the emperor still offered sacrifices to the heavens." Yi Yang, with his hair tied up, looks like a gentle and elegant Confucian scholar, "It's just that many customs are simplified now."

"Then what will Teacher Yi do during the winter solstice?" The female college student never left Yi Yang's eyes.

Yi Yang was unaware of her undisguised feelings, and only replied a little sadly because of her words, "Sweeping the grave."

Before I knew it, another year had passed.

After the event, Yi Yang took Bai Ju into the scheduled vehicle heading to the suburbs.

Because it happened to be Sunday, the road was very congested, and he didn't move for half an hour. The long string of red car lights gave Yi Yang a period of time to settle his thoughts.

On this day last year, Xie Jintian learned that it was because of his mother that Yi Chenggang had an accident indirectly, so he vented his conscience and sent him to the grave with his foot injury.Maybe it was suppressed for too long at the time, or maybe it was because Xie Jintian rarely thought of him. Yi Yang, who was extremely fragile in front of Yi Chenggang's tomb, said something from his heart by accident. Looking back now, it really seems to be sympathetic. poor performance.

He still remembered Xie Jintian's expression when he grabbed him, and he asked, "Is there anything else I should know but forgot?"

Yi Yang didn't realize until then that even though he had lied to himself for years that he couldn't blame Xie Jintian, his heart was filled with hatred and resentment.He hated Xie Jintian for forgetting so easily, and blamed Xie Jintian for never noticing his strangeness.But in the final analysis, he likes Xie Jintian and has nothing to do with Xie Jintian.He shouldn't blame Bie Xie Jintian for his inability to save himself, nor should he let Xie Jintian bear the consequences of wishful thinking.

Xie Jintian is selfish, but he is not great either.Just because he was afraid of breaking down, he concealed his illness and used Fan Yizhou as a substitute. Although there were only a few times, he had already polluted his feelings, and his love was not pure.

Thinking like this, he underestimated himself even more, he hadn't been so depressed for a long time.He obviously has a new job, a new identity, and a new social circle, but whenever he wants to start a new life with his head held high, he always struggles.Those pasts that he couldn't let go of held him back. From time to time, he popped up when he encountered some unimportant setbacks. the value of.

The so-called low self-esteem is such a tricky habit.

Yi Yang accidentally put it in his pocket, and found a small cold iron box.After pausing for a few seconds, he suddenly opened the window and threw the medicine box out.The falling arc reminded him of the old dv that he threw downstairs at Wu Zhaodi's house that day.Because of disrepair for a long time, it broke down long ago, but it is not dead yet.When Yi Yang saw it, he seemed to see a prying eye, hiding in the corner of the room, gloating and recording the unsightly scene of him being molested by Xie Yu.

How did he get here in those years?

He thought about death, countless times.But whenever I see Xie Jintian, see the still clear and pure self in Xie Jintian's eyes, I feel that as long as he doesn't die, there is still hope. As long as he can survive this longest darkness, he can become the one in the eyes of Xie Jintian and Yi Chenggang. Yi Yang, live an ordinary and clean life.But he always knew in his heart that this dirty brand would follow him and humiliate him for the rest of his life.

To be honest, the only time he felt relieved was that short night of mental breakdown.He was stopped behind the fence, like an audience watching a movie, watching the long-suppressed counterattack emotion occupy his body, and rampage unscrupulously.He doesn't have to think about anything, he doesn't have to do anything, as long as he lets himself go, he can avoid being held accountable.

Now that he was sober, he was even lonelier.No one in this world can listen to his pain, except the cold tomb.But he also seldom complains in front of the grave, like a child who has been away from home for a long time, reporting good news but not bad, and a father who is separated from Yin and Yang, talking about the small joys that should be shared together.Every time at this time, he seemed to be watched and gently touched by eyes from another world. The boiling emotions gradually cooled down in the sourness, and he could finally get a moment of peace.

At the same moment, he was holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and walking along the criss-crossing paths with a paper bag in his arms. Every time he took a step closer, he felt a little calmer in his heart.He knew very well how childish it was to throw away the pill box just now, but he couldn't help it.He didn't want to bring this to his father's grave, otherwise, how could he lie with peace of mind and say that everything is fine?

Thinking of saying something in my heart, I walked with my head down, but I didn't expect to see another uninvited guest when I looked up.

She looked a few years older than the last time we parted. The once beautiful appearance was now ruined by a twisted heart.The threaded light gray sweater was loosely worn on the body, and a pair of light red rubber-soled shoes had faded, like dirty rouge.

Her cloudy eyes looked at Yi Yang, then suddenly lit up, and she walked over a few steps.

Because she walked in a hurry, she almost fell down. Yi Yang subconsciously helped her, but she caught her backhand.She grabbed his coat first, and then she grabbed his arm as if she was afraid that he would break free.

"The house is gone! Everything is gone!" The pair of skinny hands seemed to be killing Yi Yang, tightly holding Yi Yang, trembling, "You know that? You only avoided me when you knew it? Why are you so ignorant?" Conscience! I am your mother after all!"

The white chrysanthemum fell on the ground, and Yi Yang was shaken by Wu Zhaodi. He smelled the smell of Wu Zhaodi's body. The sour smell of not taking a bath for a long time leaked out of the body together with the vagina, which made him want to pull Wu Zhaodi's hand subconsciously. , take a step back.

Since the last time he threw a dv in front of Wu Zhaodi, he hadn't seen her again.Yi Yang changed his mobile phone, changed his address, and changed his job, so he didn't know what happened to Wu Zhaodi. At this moment, he suddenly saw her sitting here in a daze, he couldn't help being surprised, so he put aside his complaints for the time being: "What house? You say clearly."

Wu Zhaodi burst into tears suddenly, and in her intermittent statement, Yi Yang learned that three months ago, Wu Zhaodi was brought into the MLM organization by an "old sister", and as soon as she entered, she was tricked into buying products, and then recruited others. Buying, Wu Zhaodi became even more fanatical when she got a little bit of petty convenience. As a result, she gritted her teeth and bought a bunch of products, owed a lot of debt, and finally, under the introduction of the "old sister", mortgaged the only real estate, and ended up being reduced to what she is today. The situation of nothing.Because she had cheated all the people around her who could be cheated before, when she was displaced, no one was willing to help her and avoided her.Only then did she think of Yi Yang who had already cut off contact with him. She knew that Yi Yang was filial and would definitely come every year.

"Except for the burial, you have never been here once, have you?"

Wu Zhaodi was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect Yi Yang to ask such an irrelevant question after she narrated the tragic experience at length.She never thought about how embarrassing she was in her son's eyes when she appeared in front of her husband's grave because she had nowhere to go.

"Are you going to settle accounts with me?" Wu Zhaodi looked like a cockfight with wet feathers, she raised her neck and said, "Who gave birth to you and raised you? Are you going to settle with me? If you really want to settle, you will pay me back the child support fees of these years." ! Is it easy for me to drag you alone?"

Yi Yang suddenly felt that the furious Wu Zhaodi was very sad, so sad that he couldn't even bother with her.

Seeing that Yi Yang didn't speak, Wu Zhaodi just looked at her coldly, and suddenly sat down in front of the grave, crying loudly: "Yi Chenggang! Look! This is the good son you taught!"

The grave sweepers around turned their heads to look at this farce, which was directed and acted by themselves, disturbing the peace of the deceased.

However, the more Wu Zhaodi acted and played tricks, the more Yi Yang looked on coldly.Only when Wu Zhaodi was out of breath from crying, she bent down to pick up the bunch of white chrysanthemums and placed them in front of Yi Chenggang's tomb, then took out a white cloth and gently wiped the dusty inscription and Yi Chenggang's inlaid black and white chrysanthemum. of photos.

"You sold me to those two men when I was little."

Wu Zhaodi suddenly stopped crying and looked at Yi Yang in a daze.

"One of them was imprisoned and the other was paralyzed. This is retribution. And you deserve what you deserve."

Every time Yi Yang said a word, the blood on Wu Zhaodi's face faded a bit.In the end, only paleness remained, pointing at him tremblingly, unable to speak a word.Until Yi Yang took out his wallet and put a passport in front of her: "The password is my dad's birthday, so don't bother him again."