Treat hypocrisy

The setting sun spread a layer of golden light on the damaged building blocks.Outside the window there are children singing nonsense nursery rhymes.

"My mother killed me, my father was eating me, my brothers and my sisters sat under the kitchen table, picked up my bones and buried them, under a cold stone tablet."

This world is not real.

Actually I know.I knew it when I first dreamed about meeting him for the first time.

He was only 10 years old at that time, surrounded by a bunch of children.He looked a little overwhelmed, disgusted by everything around him.Among the group of people, he was the only one who saw me, and played with me all afternoon with building blocks.They took me home that night.

Outside the window there are children singing nonsense nursery rhymes.

"My mother killed me, my father was eating me, my brothers and my sisters sat under the kitchen table, picked up my bones and buried them, under a cold stone tablet."

After singing, repeat it again.

There is no such nursery rhyme in my real memory.

This is my fondest memory, and after countless refactorings, there is a nursery rhyme that foretells death.

This is the subconscious mind trying to remind me, protect me, and keep me from recalling my most horrifying memories.But stupid me didn't take the hint.

So I once again faced my most horrifying memory——Ling Xiao, hugging my dead body.

He didn't cry.Yes, in my memory, he cried so many times, but in reality, he didn't cry.Probably because I was so sad when I saw his lifeless face, I wanted to cry for him.

I stood between the world and the world of death, looking at Ling Xiao who was holding his own corpse.

This near-death experience gave me a beautiful and tender dream.Now, the match is out, and the match seller is about to freeze to death in the cold winter night.

【The real past】

Ling Xiao suffered from depression since childhood.His hypocritical parents tried every means to treat him.But he didn't respond to any toys or pets.In the end, his parents took him to an orphanage, hoping that he could find a little friend to accompany him to spend time alone at home.

Ling Xiao saw 5-year-old Bai Jing alone among the group of people.When he was surrounded by a group of brats, he only saw Bai Jing stacking blocks in the corner.The two quickly became acquainted.For a depressed patient and a young child, words are not the only means of communication.Bai Jing held Ling Xiao's hand, and went to place the building blocks. At that moment, Ling Xiao decided the special position of this person in his life.

Parents were worried that Bai Jing was too introverted and not suitable to be with Ling Xiao.But after contacting him, he found that he was quite cheerful, so he went through the adoption procedures and brought Bai Jing home.Along the way Ling Xiao held Bai Jing's hand.

13 years later, Bai Jing.The two came out to their parents.

Father smiled and said, you are still young.The mother nervously threw things at home, leaving the antique vase on Ling Xiao's face.Bai Jing stood in front of Ling Xiao and was hit on the forehead.

When Bai Jing woke up in the hospital, Ling Xiao was being forced by his mother to go on a blind date.

"For the sake of uncle and aunt raising you for so long, please leave him!" Mother knelt on the ground, holding Bai Jing's wrist tightly with cold hands.

Ling Xiao refused to marry Duan Yao, and his mother suffered from schizophrenia.

In order not to irritate his mother, Ling Xiao took Bai Jing to move out.

But not long after, Bai Jing was found by Ling Xiao's mother, who stabbed Bai Jing 47 times with a bone razor.

On the way home that day, Ling Xiao passed by a dessert shop and bought a pack of biscuits for Bai Jing.The wrapper of the biscuit reads: If you love him, be his cookie.

Then when I got home and opened the door, my mother was cooking in the kitchen.

When he saw his mother, he was shocked and hurried to find Bai Jing.His mother came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup and asked him to drink it.He couldn't shirk it, took a sip, and his mother smiled.He pushed the bowl away, walked into the bedroom, and saw Bai Jing who had been stabbed 47 times, and his hand bones were dug out.

He didn't dare to think about what he just drank.

In the kitchen there was a mad mother banging pots and laughing.Outside the window is the sound of cars whizzing by.On the bed were the sheets that Bai Jing had just changed this morning.

When Bai Jing and Ling Xiao were 23 years old, the end of the two of them came.

The real past stops here.

The author has something to say:

Originally, I wanted to write something sweet to heal myself, but I always felt that I couldn’t write something sweet, and it would get stuck as soon as I got to a sweet place... The end is very unfinished, I am very sorry!This is an outline article, and if I have time in the future, I will use it to write a long article.

"My mother killed me, my father was eating me, my brothers and my sisters sat under the kitchen table, picked up my bones and buried them, under a cold stone tablet." -Mother Goose nursery rhyme