Dont look at me

Some were too old to even touch.

It's like a wound that can't heal. With a slight movement, it will open again, and the new flesh will turn red and glaring blood will flow out.

But touchable.

Every time it comes to the moment when the fragile body wants to fall down, it will be stabbed open, so that the deep pain reminds itself that the shell on the body cannot be lost, and it is not yet time, and it is not yet possible.

Little Yu Meng was sitting on the ground, his legs were in pain, and his whole body was trembling with pain.

The knee was scratched by a speeding car, and a large piece of flesh fell off, dripping with blood, and the entire leg turned a swollen purple color due to the huge momentum.

He didn't cry, but with a small white face, he gently blew on the glaring wound, and he was still chanting, "Painful Feifei, Painful Feifei."

The car that caught him had long since disappeared, and he disappeared without a trace.

In such an empty old street, there were not many people coming and going, only those few, but no one came to check, and they all hurried to go to work.

Yu Meng couldn't stand up, so she could only hold back her tears and kept telling herself that the pain would be gone after blowing, that blowing would be able to stand up, and that she would be home soon.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. It was a boy not much older than himself. He seemed to have caught a cold. He was wearing a mask on his face and a hat on his head. Strictly.

He handed over the thermos directly, and said in a nasal voice, "Take it."

Yu Meng looked at him suspiciously, "I have a cup, but I won't buy it."

The boy's exposed eyes narrowed impatiently, and his small eyebrows were furrowed, "Who said I'd sell it to you? Get it for me."

Yu Meng froze for a moment, then took it.

The boy squatted down and said concisely, "Come up."

Yu Meng quietly looked at the boy's not-so-strong shoulders, pursed her lips, and leaned over.

I didn't expect that he was still very energetic and carried his back very easily, but he would cough muffled from time to time, which sounded like he was seriously ill.

Yu Meng lay on his back and pointed the way, then whispered, "Thank you."

The boy ignored it.

Yu Meng continued, "Did you take any medicine when you were sick?"

The boy snorted coldly, "Have you ever seen a superhero who took medicine when he was sick? We all healed on our own."

"Then why are you still coughing?" Yu Meng asked curiously.

The boy paused, pretending to be profound, "The stronger the ability, the slower the recovery speed, understand."

"Understood." Xiao Yumeng was very generous.

Arriving at a remote residential building, the boy was about to carry him upstairs when he saw a woman rushing out of the stairs. She was wearing a floral dress with patterns of clouds embroidered on it.

The elegant woman looked worried and guilty. She saw the glaring wound on his leg upstairs.

She hugged Yu Meng directly, and took him into her arms, "What's going on? Mom will take you to the hospital right away, right now, right now."

She was so nervous that she panicked, and she only had time to say thank you to the boy, and strode forward, regardless of her image.

Xiao Yumeng hugged her mother's neck, looked at the little boy who was getting farther and farther away, raised her arms and waved at him.

The boy stood there and didn't respond. He didn't react until he couldn't see the child who was waving his hands stupidly.

"...Where's my Zhaofu thermos."

Xiao Yu Meng, who was treating the wound in the hospital, turned pale from the pain, but she still didn't cry.

He looked at the cup in his hand, feeling a little helpless, grasped it tightly, and swore to himself that he must return the cup to the heroic little brother in the future.

On the way home being carried by Duan Yue, Yu Meng asked hesitantly, "Mom, do you have to go?"

"Of course, every festival, I have to go home to visit, don't you miss grandpa?" Duan Yue said softly, and she hugged Yu Meng tighter with distress, "From now on, mom will pick you up every day, okay?" ?”

"No, today was just an accident. You have worked hard enough every day, and you still have to go to dance practice and teach. It will take time to pick me up." Yu Meng shook her head sensible, obviously in pain, but she didn't even complain.

Grandpa's house is not far away.

The old houses in the alleys are full of the taste of the old days.

The trees in the yard are growing better and better, and the leaves and branches are sticking out of the wall.

Yu Meng's leg injury healed a lot and he was able to walk, but he still walked very slowly. He followed Duan Yue and entered the door quietly.

Very lively.

The strange younger brother was sitting in the arms of his grandfather, listening to him singing Beijing opera, his face was full of smiles.

Yu Meng lowered her head, stood in the corner, and did not speak.

Watching Duan Yue go forward to give Yu Fang Qiao a red envelope, and then the white and cute child said thank you sweetly.

He seemed to have just noticed the silent Yu Meng, jumped off his grandfather's lap and ran to him, grinning like a sunflower, "Brother, I miss you so much."

Yu Meng stepped back, unable to bear the close distance, he said, "Thank you."

"Are you injured? Why is there a bandage on your leg?" Yu Fangqiao asked with concern, and even reached out to poke it.

The wound hurt as soon as he touched it, and when he poked it, Yu Meng's expression froze instantly, and he moved further away from him.

Yu Dacheng came out of the room, and when he saw this scene, he immediately lost his temper, "Yu Meng! Why are you hiding! Can't you play with your brother for a while?! He has long been clamoring to come to you! Let's see what your attitude is." !"

Yu Meng didn't react at all, and without looking at him, she said directly, "I don't want to play with him."

Yu Fangqiao understood, she curled her lips, and started crying with a "wow".

"You..." Yu Dacheng coaxed him, wanting to say something more with an angry expression on his face, but seeing Duan Yue's face, he swallowed it anyway.

After dinner, Yu Fangqiao kept yelling to go to the alley to buy mung bean cakes, Yu Dacheng stayed in the room and made a phone call, and old man Yu also came into the kitchen to cook his special dishes for the two little grandchildren.

Only Yu Meng and Duan Yue were left in the yard.

Yu Meng didn't like this younger brother very much, and she was very straightforward on the surface. She didn't communicate with him a word, and just sat in silence facing the big tree, reading a thick book on a small stool.

Being really annoyed by Yu Fangqiao, Duan Yue had no choice but to take him out.

For a long time, I didn't come back.

When Yu Meng saw her mother again, she was already in the hospital.

She was hit by a car because she was protecting Yu Fangqiao.

A pair of legs are crippled, unconscious, and it is impossible to stand up again in this life.

Duan Yue, who loved dancing all her life, seems to have lost her soul suddenly.

I could only lie at home all day and talk less.

She listened to the music quietly, holding those cheongsams and dance skirts in her hands, and kept stroking them.

The expression on his face is always erratic.

But in front of Yu Meng, she still spoke softly, as if full of enthusiasm and pursuit of life.

Still that strong Duan Yue.

In the old but warm two-bedroom house, her beautiful singing voice and retro dance melody still come from time to time, but the relaxed and cheerful dance sound has disappeared.

The long skirt decorated with clouds hung in front of the window and never moved again.

Later, I don't know how long it took.

Someone found that for two consecutive days Duan Yue's house hadn't turned on the lights, and no one had gone out or entered.

She and the boy seemed to disappear, no one saw them.

In the closed room, it was quiet and silent.

Like a cold grave.

Until the third day, hoarse shouts came from inside.

It was like shed blood, it was full of those two words, "Mom, mom."

The door was knocked open, and there was a strong smell of perfume mixed with a faint smell of corpses.

The record player in the corner was spinning, and the soothing and quiet piano sound came from it, floating in the room.

Gentle, yet eerily cold.

The whole room was spotless, as if someone cleaned it all the time.There may be no electricity, and the floor is full of melted candles.

The flowers and plants placed on the table are still full of vitality. If it weren't for the smell of corpses, this picture would still look very warm.

in the bedroom.

Duan Yue's body was already stiff, and she just lay on the bed, motionless.

The corpse spots on his body had turned into patches of green, scattered all over, and the blood vessel network on the skin was corrupted and scattered.

shocking.

The little Yu Meng knelt on the ground, as if she had knelt for a long time, the wound on her knee had long been split, the bandage was worn very dirty, and the oozing blood was printed on the floor, which had turned black.

He was still calling, "Mom, you've been sleeping for too long, Mom, it's time for you to get up."

The boy's face was pale and his eyes were empty.

Like a robot with buttons installed, it firmly fulfills its mission.

He remembers it well, Mom said.

"Just sleep for a while, remember to wake me up."

But it's been so long, why can't I wake up?

This scene stunned everyone who rushed in.

No one could have imagined that Duan Yue, who had recovered from the psychological trauma and smiled again, would swallow sleeping pills.

And in this extremely cruel way, he died in front of Yu Meng's eyes.

And the boy actually stayed in the same space with a dead body for two whole days.

He was not afraid or panicked, and for two days calmly ate the food in the refrigerator, cleaned the dust in the house, and wiped his mother's face and hands on the cold bed every morning.

It seemed certain that she was just asleep.

This was the closest Yu Meng was to death.

That kind of cold is engraved in the bone.

Want to forget can not forget.

Later, he was sent to the hospital, where a psychiatrist examined him and found that there was nothing unusual about him.

Except for the reticence of silence, no psychological problems were detected, no trauma.

Not even a sign of autism or depression.

Yu Dacheng said that he was a monster, without human emotions, and he spoke viciously to him, and his temper became more and more violent.

Yu Meng began to live with her grandfather, as if she had returned to the stable days, nothing had changed.

Yu Fangqiao, who is still sunny and warm, can always form a strong contrast with him.

He always has a beautiful smile on his face, and his words are still so decent and generous.

Yu Meng didn't change much, went to school, went home, repeated numbly.

The only thing that has changed is that I often go to the cemetery to sit for a while.

In front of his family, he is often silent.

I sat there quietly writing sentences and words, humming some weird melodies.

Until one day, his mother's cemetery was smashed.

Yu Meng stood in front of the dilapidated stele for the whole night.

The next day, Yu Fangqiao came.

Seems to be in a good mood, pulling Yu Meng who was about to go out, sticking to him and asking non-stop, "Brother, where are you going?"

Yu Meng tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes were dark and dull, as if she was thinking.

It took a moment to say, "Go to the cemetery."

"Can you take me with you?" Yu Fangqiao looked expectant.

Yu Meng was silent for a while, then nodded, "Okay."

The road to the cemetery is not so smooth.

The mud and stones were mixed together, and the dirt was already on the shoes after walking too far.

It was filthy and had a pungent smell.

After a while, Yu Fangqiao couldn't take it anymore.

He started crying and yelling to get out of here, saying it was so dirty and it stinks so bad it smelled like dog shit.

"At that moment, all the hatred in my heart was transferred to him, what right did he have to say such words?" Yu Meng stood in the shadows and looked down at the ground, "Yu Fangqiao's life is full of sunshine and flowers, The feet are all clean blankets."

"And my life is full of pain and darkness, my heart is riddled with holes, it's full of mud spots, it's extremely dirty, and it's not as clean as the shit under my feet."

"I hated him, so I turned the corner, took him to the bazaar, and left him in the most conspicuous place, thinking, better soon, some trafficker should show up, take him away, and sell him to the farthest In the deep mountains, go and experience for yourself what real dirt is.”

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Yu Meng's mouth, as if he was a bit regretful, "Unfortunately, the police came before I was taken away, and my plan failed."

"But I'm not in a hurry. Since I want to take revenge back, I have to be patient, so I started to check the Liang family's business." He didn't avoid Ao Ge's eyes anymore, and looked straight at him, "It's so boring to kill him alone. Ah, if you want to fix it, you have to make it whole."

"Although your parents were implicated innocently, for the sake of the big fish of the Liang family, they can only be blamed once."

Yu Meng approached him, "I still need to find out the location of your parents and help the police arrest them. Once the scapegoat is caught, the subsequent plan will go much smoother."

His pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and his words were cold and emotionless, "You want me like this?"

Ao Ge couldn't see through the emotions in his eyes, his expression was indifferent, and he slowly raised his hand to touch Yu Meng's face.

Serious and pious.

He said, "Yes."

In slightly cool temperature.

His voice was low and hoarse, with an imperceptible comfort, "But after listening to you, I'm a little scared, and my body is shaking, so."

he said softly.

"Can I give you a hug?"

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Bgm: Gymnopedies1 - Erik Satie

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