Genius Enlightenment

The light from the street lamp brushed straight across the wall, drawing a line of light and dark on the ground.

Xin was also pressed to the ground, one bruised and swollen eye was in the light, the other eye was in the shadow with blood at the corner, and the whole person was divided into two at the critical line between light and dark.

He closed his eyes, a mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and slipped crookedly along the curve of his chin and neck to the ground, part of the blood seeped into the back collar of his shirt.The blood-stained and mud-stained shirt pressed against his chest, bobbing up and down with his breathing.

Zhang Leping stepped out of the shadows and stood in the blue-white streetlight, his face with sharp edges and corners on one side was extremely cold and stern.He waved his hand casually, and the four or five gangsters who were pressing on Xin Ye immediately moved away.

Zhang Leping walked up to Xin Ye, raised his brow on the left side, took a last puff of cigarette, and threw the cigarette butt on the back of Xin Ye's hand.A small hole was immediately scalded on the back of Xin Ye's hand, slightly scarlet and blood stained, like the saliva of a volcano.

Zhang Leping's brand-name sneakers stepped on the back of Xin Ye's hand, and the toe of the shoe rolled from side to side, crushing hard until the cigarette butt on the back of the hand was stamped out.

Maybe it was because of the pain that he was unconscious, Xin also remained expressionless from the beginning to the end, his hands didn't flinch, and even his breathing rate didn't change.The slender eyelashes trembled slightly in the light and shadow, like a piece of music flowing from the keys of a piano.

Seeing that Xin Ye still didn't respond, Zhang Leping got a little bored.

He took out a clean white handkerchief embroidered with patterns from his trouser pocket, and waved it in front of Xin Ye with a wanton expression, "Chen Xinye, tell me, is your mother crazy because she wants to marry a wealthy family? Dare to give me the things of Sanluan?"

Xin also opened his eyes suddenly.The white embroidered handkerchief was reflected in the dark and cold eyes, the skin on the face was tense due to obvious emotional fluctuations, and the cheekbones on both sides were more prominent.

Zhang Leping wiped the soles of his shoes with the handkerchief in disgust, and then threw the handkerchief on Xin Ye, "The things of inferior people! You are not worthy of shining my shoes."

Xin also narrowed his pupils suddenly.

The left hand hidden in the shirt was tightly clenched, and the muscles on the back of the hand were tense.

There is always an end to every bullying.

At 08:30 in the evening, Xin also walked through the long underground passage, climbed up 28 steps, walked along a steep slope of about 20 degrees, walked past three dilapidated street lamps that flickered on and off, and stopped in front of an iron gate.

The rusted iron door made a dull sound, and Xin also stepped over the threshold, leaning his drooping shoulders on the door frame.

He wiped the blood clotted on his eyes vigorously, and looked into the living room quietly.

The door of the living room was half open, and a silver suitcase was lying on the ground with its mouth wide open.

Under the dim and warm light, Chen Xiuli was folding a dress. Fold the sleeves first, then fold the skirt in half and then put it in the suitcase.

Perhaps because of the noise, Chen Xiuli glanced at the door.

Today's Xin is also the same as in the past, with scars and blood stains again.In the end, her indifferent and cold gaze only stayed on the white handkerchief in Xin Ye's hand that was crumpled deeply and shallowly.

She had clearly figured out something.

Xin also knew that she had roughly guessed what happened.

But Chen Xiuli didn't say a word and continued to pack her luggage.

With a plain face, I always put on eyebrows, put on some powder cream, rarely smile, my lips are a bit thick, and my earlobes are big.The skin is very fair, and the face will turn red when exposed to the sun.It's not pretty, but it's very comfortable to watch.

This is Chen Xiuli.

Chen Xiuli is Xin Ye's mother.

A drop of blood fell from his forehead, along with the dried blood, and slowly dripped down to his eyes.

Xin also instinctively closed his eyes.

The time of closing and opening eyes is like a train passing through a tunnel, passing through a long darkness, and when the light is restored, the memory returns to two or three years old - he didn't remember anything at that time, it was passed on by word of mouth from the neighbors , passed directly to his ears.

Probably Chen Xiuli talked about a man, but the man took pleasure in abusing him.They burned him with cigarette butts, sealed his mouth with tape to keep him from crying, and stuffed him into the refrigerator... and Chen Xiuli either pretended not to see it, or quietly hugged her chest, watching him being abused indifferently.

When he got older, the man was taken away by the police.He went to kindergarten.When going to and from school, other children are always picked up by their parents, but Chen Xiuli never picks him up no matter it is windy, rainy, or thunder and lightning.Once, he struggled to finish a day's class with a high fever, walked home with difficulty, stood at the door of the house and grabbed the door frame to keep himself from falling, and said with red eyes, "Mom, I'm so uncomfortable."

And Chen Xiuli was holding a vegetable basket, ignoring him coldly, ignoring him, passing him by without hesitation and going out the door.

I also remembered that when I was 11 years old, my mother drank alcohol, became drunk, cried hysterically for a while, and cursed hoarsely for a while.She grabbed his shoulders tightly, shook him hard, looked crazy, and hated herself, "Why did you do this to me! Why! If it weren't for that pervert, how would my life be like this! If it weren't for you, How could I be kicked out of the house! Why don't you die! Why haven't you died yet! Go die! I won't be in such a miserable situation if you die! It would be better if you die! Go die!"

He remembered that from then on, he knew that he was a child whose mother was forced to conceive; that he was a poor life survived by his mother who fled back to her natal home and was driven out of her natal home without money to have an abortion; The biological mother cursed the child who deserved to die.

At the age of 11, my mother seemed to spend it all in alcohol.She drank during the day and drank at night.

Once she was so drunk that she was unconscious, and when she saw him coming home, she felt as if she was facing an enemy, so she smashed the wine bottle in her hand, hit him hard with a sharp half bottle, beat him, and called him a pervert .

He didn't dare to resist, and he didn't want to resist, allowing the poor woman in front of him to regard herself as her blood-related father, and the beating made his face soaked in blood, slowly blurring the outline of his facial features.

In the end, the poor woman lost her strength from the beating. She seemed to realize that the person in front of her was her son. She stroked his head and apologized bitterly, "My son, do you hurt? Do you hurt? Mom It wasn't intentional, my mother really didn't mean it. My mother is really in too much pain. My mother can't live anymore, but my mother dare not die. You are still so young and you haven't died yet. How dare your mother leave you to die alone? ah--"

It seems that since then, he has never come back clean and healthy. Every day, his forehead is bleeding, or he is lame and sprained.He self-righteously felt that only in pain and injury would he be hugged and loved by Chen Xiuli.But Chen Xiuli never asked him if he was in pain, and continued to ignore him, ignore him, treat him as an insignificant and transparent person, and completely ignore him.

Later he found out that Chen Xiuli was in love again.

Chen Xiuli met Zhang Leping's father, Zhang Jinchao, a wealthy man in the real estate business.

……

Chen Xiuli packed her luggage, pulled it up, and made a phone call.When I was on the phone, my brows and eyes were stretched, my expression was gentle, and my voice was warm like a layer of golden sunshine.

"Yeah. I packed it all up."

"..."

"Where are you?"

"..."

"Okay. Then I'll be at the door right away."

Chen Xiuli pushed the suitcase, walked to one side of the wall, and dimmed the lights.She pushed the suitcase and walked slowly towards the door, making a loud and smooth rolling and rubbing sound on the ground.

As if she didn't see Xin Ye, she brushed past him indifferently, and opened the iron door wider, just enough for her to get out.

After going out, Chen Xiuli got into a black high-end car, and the man put the suitcase into the trunk for her, and soon disappeared in the cool evening wind and endless night.

From the beginning to the end, Chen Xiuli didn't even look at Xin Ye.

She didn't look back a step until she got in the car.I never hugged him with his injured and bleeding face like that only time...

Xin Ye's bedroom is about [-] square meters, and the walls and ceiling are still covered with mirrors.There is a single bed covered with dark blue sheets in the room, and a camera that can film the entire bedroom is installed in the corner facing the head of the bed.On the north side of the room is a large desk with a length of two meters. On the desk are a notebook, two desktop computers, a printer, and a paper shredder.On the west side is a bookcase with a length of seven meters and a height of about three to four meters filled with various books.

On the left side of the bookcase, there are neatly placed transparent glass containers of different sizes, which contain various animal samples.There is also a wooden box, which lists various chemical reagents.

There is also a secret door between the bookcase and the desk.Xin also took out a large piece of bloodshot raw pork from a small refrigerator, opened the secret door and threw it in-here hid his only partner, a small crocodile.

Xin also pulled off the clothes on his body, threw them into the trash can, and looked at his wounds indifferently.Walked into the bathroom as if nothing had happened, scrubbed the white handkerchief carefully, and washed the footprints on it until there was no trace of it, and then took it to dry.

He stood under the shower, and the cold water rushed to wash away the blood, washing out the large and small scars on his back and legs. He frowned tightly, as if he felt pain after realizing it. He came out under the shower, picked up a bottle of iodine and poured it on his wound.

The potion stung him and hissed.He waited until the potion was almost dry, wrapped it casually in a bath towel, and slowly took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

A whole bottle of ice water rolls along with the Adam's apple, and slides into the stomach to satisfy the hunger, which can be regarded as dinner.

The clock on the wall shows the current time conscientiously.It's two o'clock in the morning.

Xin didn't feel sleepy either.He turned on the computer and started today's work.

His job is very simple, it is to help people take various exams—Chen Xiuli doesn’t care about his life, she can eat some food when she is at home. Don't give a call.

Xin Ye has been helping people take exams to make money since he was in elementary school.

Gradually, his reputation grew and his business became wider and wider, so he created a small website. Customers who want to be helped to take the exam usually fill out the form on the website according to the process. Take the order, and then help people to take the exam.He never meets or communicates with clients, it's all just on that little website.

He selectively distributed small leaflets for publicity in all high schools in the city. From the beginning, one or two a month, and now it is not enough for 30 days a month.

Xin also reviewed the online orders and customer information, and finally confirmed that he had accepted two orders for the high school monthly exams that did not require ID cards or student ID cards to enter the exam room.

After confirming the deposit on the account, he turned on another computer, which began to play a video that was obviously not shot from a normal angle of view.The picture quality is poor.

The camera is motionless at the door of a villa.More than twenty minutes later, the high-end car that had just parked in front of the house stopped at the door.Zhang Jinchao got out of the car first, and then opened the door for the co-pilot. Chen Xiuli stepped down with her skirt in her hand, and seemed to smile affectionately at Zhang Jinchao.

Pretending to be a surveillance camera and secretly filming—this is a method Xin Ye learned when he was 13 years old. 13 years old is already the age to learn how to dress up and love to look good, but Xin is too late to know how to dress up. A black down jacket is worn from December to the spring of the next year, and the clothes emit a faint smell. Many classmates He even made a gesture of covering his nose directly in front of him to express his disgust and dissatisfaction with him.

Only then did he realize dully that clothes had to be changed and washed every day, and children should be well-dressed so that they would be liked by adults.

Chen Xiuli didn't teach him these ways of survival, so he learned it by himself.He secretly followed the most popular boy in the class home, installed surveillance cameras in his home, secretly watched him eat, dress, bathe and do homework every day, imitated his way of speaking, and learned his dressing style.He thought from time to time, maybe if he became like the most popular boy, Chen Xiuli would like him...

He still clearly remembered that the most popular boy was called Dong Qianxun.He has good grades, good family background, and good popularity. He wears a clean white shirt every day, and his eyes are as clear as the sunshine in spring.The teacher always likes to call his name during class, and girls from the next class often come to play with him.

He imitated Dong Qianxun and studied hard, and soon his talent beyond ordinary people was revealed, and his grades climbed like bamboo; Leather shoes; he imitated Dong Qianxun's speech, and no longer hid in the corner gloomyly alone...

Just when the classmates slowly accepted him and started to associate with him, the clean and beautiful Dong Qianxun took his little friends and beat him up, calling him a plagiarist, and calling him a smart learner. .

Many classmates saw it, but no one reached out to help him.

He has worked so hard and studied for so long to become a popular boy. Not only did Chen Xiuli not give him a second look, but his classmates also did not accept him at all.

It seemed to be raining outside the window, and the patter of rain interrupted Xin Ye's thoughts.

Xin also turned off the computer, and took out a book with about 700 pages from the bookcase. At four o'clock in the morning, he took out three medicine bottles from the drawer, poured out three pills, and swallowed them with cold water overnight. down.

He listened intently to the sound of the rain, rubbed his face, and put a sewing needle into his schoolbag.Hold the white handkerchief in the palm of your hand, turn off the light, climb into the bed and sneak under the quilt, in the company of yourself in countless mirrors, close your eyes, hoping that you can sleep well——

The feeling of being with someone.That's great.

Even this person is just himself in the thousands of virtual images in the mirror.