boycott youth

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"You said this is your mother's relic?" Hua Shao put on his gloves and raised the glass needle to the light bulb.

"Well! It's also because of this that he died. When the poison came out, he fell directly on the street, and he was out of breath when he found it."

"We, Mengcheng, live in Myanmar. At that time, people would often bring back their sons from the Golden Triangle."

"She didn't know it was sex at the beginning, but when it developed to injection, she already had a large dose."

Xiao Chuan was leaning against the head of the bed exhausted, and the sight of his mother's withdrawal with festering skin rolling on the floor stimulated his nerves. He closed his eyes, let go of his clenched fists, and pointed tremblingly at the slap bag on the table, "When she was buried in her hometown in Yunnan, I kept some ashes." He said softly.

Hua Shao unwrapped the cloth bag, and there were some ashes inside.

"Xiao Gu said that she should have been buried long ago, but I still brought her out of the Yunnan-Guizhou Mountains." Xiao Chuan narrated the lost and recovered memories, his eyelashes trembling a little.

"What else?" Hua Shao came over and touched his sweaty forehead.

"A lot of... fragments..."

Chaotic phantasms flashed alternately, for a moment Xiao Gu was caught in a sea of ​​poppies and looked up to the sky, chuckling, for a moment he was crying and mourning as he ran wildly in the mountains and streams, and for a moment he saw under the Sala tree, and the other person took the pot in his hand. Tao Ju said, "It's safe to be buried in the ground", and for a moment, he saw that he was jumping up to the top of a wave of waves and flung a wink at him.

……

everything is fate

everything is smoke

everything is the beginning of no end

Everything is a fleeting pursuit

——"Everything" fragment Bei Dao

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"Xiaogu, Xiaochuan, this is the reporter of the anti-drug filming team, come over to chat." The director of the drug rehabilitation center waved to a pair of twins, motioning for the two brothers to sit on the sofa opposite the coffee table.

The two sat down in response.One of them began to concentrate on buttoning up the chain link lace under his buttocks, while the other shook his legs carelessly, with his chin propped up on his palm, and unconsciously flirted with a wink at the stranger across from him.

"Both brothers are both addicted to morphine. At present, the physical withdrawal reaction has been eliminated, and the psychological withdrawal... still needs a certain period of treatment." He stopped talking, and lowered the volume, "The mother of the two children died of an overdose, and both of them voluntarily quit drugs..."

The reporter unfolded his notebook and took shorthand with a pen. A colleague from the film crew at the door came in carrying a heavy camera. A group of people called the director to greet him at the door, hoping to shoot some videos as editing materials.

At this moment, the boy sitting with his legs crossed across the coffee table raised his head and crossed his arms across the back of the sofa out of boredom.

"How old are you?" the reporter closed his notebook, looked at him and asked.

The boy froze for a moment, put down one arm, and sat up straighter, "Ah? What?" he said.

"How old are you this year?" The reporter stared into his eyes and elongated his tone.

The young man raised his eyebrows, looked into his eyes as if responding, and smiled slightly, "16", a young man with a gray and white bookish look was reflected in his pupils.

The strong light of the photography lamp hits people blindly, intertwined and mixed with the white light of the tropical red sun, and forms an endless silvery white expanse. In the sea of ​​flowers stretching for thousands of miles, passion and hunger climb up the excited and cracked sky. commanding heights...

The young man's back is straight and straight, reflecting a glaring poisonous hot white light, ice crystal water mist forms on the skin, the flame of desire swallows wantonly, pierces from the bottom up, the soul leaps across the boundless, and leaps to the top of the altar , In a burst of frantic tremors, he convulsively felt the extreme madness from the peak, clamping the person who stepped down, he sat on his knees, grabbed a shiny needle from his side, and swung it up, as if he was about to hit his wrist At the critical moment, a slender white arm swung out from under him, "snap!" and clasped his wrist. A gray and bookish young man poked out half of his face from under him, and hugged his arm tightly. Waist, stood up slightly, pressed the back of his hand and slowly pressed down the needle in the palm... The young man raised his eyes and stared at the pupils of the other party, and suggested firmly, "Let's go to the new world together... !"

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, the twin brother who looks similar to the boy is holding a gray clay pot and looking at him sadly from a distance.In the hot wind, the poppies swayed and swayed lightly, making a "jingling, jingling" wind chime...

Hua Shao picked up a sealed plastic bag from the desk, and looked at the words "to be inspected" pasted on it. He raised the bag to face the light bulb of the desk lamp, and the glass needle lying in it, facing the ignorant Huacai in front of him. Create a circle of gorgeous halo of mystery.Behind him, Lu Xiaochuan, his immediate patient, was undergoing trembling and painful rehabilitation in a deep sleep.

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It’s still an interlude of time and space travel, I almost messed up my writing~~ but I survived~~