subtle trapping

The front is quiet, and there is always noise.

But I know that the little master is really happy. When he was reading a book, he couldn't help but look at the red string on his wrist, and smiled at the red string. That red string was also on that person's wrist, exactly the same.

Later, after the winter passed, the man left, and the little master seemed to be different from before.

Although I still read books, do quizzes, and memorize books every day, the expression on my brows and eyes is different from before.

Later, summer came, and that summer was very hot and short, because the little master left after not staying at home for many days, and he didn't take me with him when he left, so I was left at the desk like this.

Everything around is quiet, I seem to have slept for a long, long sleep, and when I woke up, it was already winter, and my little master came back, bringing that person with me.

My little master seems to have changed. He seems to be a different person. He loves to laugh and talk, and he also likes to hug and kiss that person.

Every moment when they were together, even the surroundings seemed to be sweet. When the little master looked at that person, he seemed to be the only one in his eyes. He was very cute.

In that moment, I was grateful for that person, and that was a good person, I think.

They spent another winter together, and that winter was warm, and I also felt very happy, although they never opened me or looked at me.

But that winter was not over yet, the man left first, and the little master became very disappointed. One day, he lay down in front of the table in a daze, looked at me, opened it, and then put two red strings inside me, holding hands with him. It's exactly the same as what I'm wearing.

This is the first time that the little master has put something here for so many years. I think it must be something very important.

After a few days, the little master also left, I think I probably have to sleep again, spring sleepy, spring sleepy,

I thought I would sleep for a long time, but after a while, the little master came back again, his face was very tired.

After that summer, the little master seemed to never smile again. He lay in front of the table in a daze, silent, as if carrying a heavy mountain on his back, as if he had returned to the child who didn't say a word many years ago. The only difference was Yes, now he is more haggard and heavier.

One day, the little master put a ring in the box.

That summer was extremely boring, and the weather was cloudy and rainy.

The little master left for a while, and when I came back, I almost couldn't recognize him. How could my little master become like that, so thin that only a handful of bones are left, the whole person seems to have been drained of energy, and the eyes are full of blood. Like a pool of stagnant water.

The little master often sits at the desk in a daze, and the old grandma often brings all kinds of soup to drink. Every time the little master says: "Thank you grandma." The old grandma will turn her back and secretly wipe her tears and leave.

He always forgot to drink the soup in front of the little master, stared out the window in a daze, or looked at me in a daze, and then waited for a long time before the little master took a sip slowly, but he would vomit as soon as he took a sip. The sky was dark, and the whole person lay on the ground and couldn't get up.

My poor little master, what happened?

My memory is not good, but I do remember things about the little master, especially that summer.

That summer was like a kind of torture. The little master couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and sat at the desk in a daze all day long, or lay in a daze on the bed, as if he lost his soul.

I always have nightmares at night, in the dream I shout "Jinchu, Jinchu..." It's extremely painful.

One day, the little master came out of the shower in a daze, without any clothes on, and just sat in the room like that, and then I saw the terrible scars on his body, which were extremely ugly and cruelly displayed on his frail body , as if deeply branded.

The little master stared outside obsessively, and sat like that for a whole day.

I feel extremely uncomfortable, how can I feel uncomfortable, I probably have already become refined.

Later, the little master left, and came again in autumn, and took me away, and we went to a strange place together, and everything around us was strange.

The weather there is humid and rainy, I am not used to it, I am a wooden box, I don't like rainy days, but the little master put me on his bedside, and would stare at me for a while every day, I It seems to be a good place here.

The little master becomes very busy every day, reading very late, cooking without a meal, getting up very early, and the nightmares still don't stop, the little master will always be awakened when sleeping, and then gasp for breath , looking at me in a daze.

I sometimes think, where is the person who can make the little master laugh?Why don't you take a look at the little master, but I don't know, I don't know anything, I'm just a box, I can't do anything except put things in it.

Time goes by bit by bit, I don't know how old I am now, and I can't remember many things, but I still remember everything about my little master.

The little master hasn't had a good meal for several days, the little master was awakened by the nightmare again, the little master seems to be taking medicine, the little master is sick, the little master...

Alone and silent.

Every year, the little master stuffs two red strings into the box. There are more and more red strings in the box, and the little master takes me around.

For so many years, the little master has always taken me by my side.

I lived in a dilapidated little house with my little master. The little master was very busy at that time. He got up very early and came back very late every day. When he came back, he was often drunk and confused. People helped up the little master who had collapsed on the ground, but no one poured him a glass of water.

The little master didn't have nightmares in those years, but he took various pills every day while sleeping, swallowed a lot of pills with a blank face, and then went to bed.

Later, the little master moved to a big and bright room, and he still put me on his bedside table, and opened it from time to time to have a look.

I don't know which day the little master took the ring from me. When I found out, the little master had already hung it around his neck, dragging it to sleep every night, whispering in his mouth.

One day, the little master came back very late, drunk, but still conscious. He took a bath, then went to bed, and cried while pulling the ring, crying softly in the dark night, murmuring Shouting: "Jinchu, Jinchu..."

I remember this name, this is the name of the man many years ago, I almost forgot this name, but when I think of it at this moment, I feel extremely sad.

Could that person have forgotten my little master, but my little master has not forgotten him.

Then one day, the little master left, and he locked me in a cold safe. I couldn't see anything, and the surrounding was dark and lonely.

I had a very, very long dream, in which I dreamed of many, many things, I seemed to have really become a spirit, could it be that I was a box spirit?

When I woke up, I found that everything around me was extremely bright.

The little master took me out and put it in front of a man. I remember the man who made the little master laugh.

The man opened the box carefully and cried.

The little master hugged the man and said with a smile, "Don't cry, don't cry."

The little master laughed, I cried at that time, how could the box cry, I am a box, but I do remember crying.

The man put me on the bedside table in the bedroom. They whispered a lot that night, I couldn't understand, but I was very happy because my little master laughed again.

They kiss, they hug, that man's voice is really nice, my little master loves him very much, and dotes on him very much.

But why every time on the bed, that man grabbed my little master's ear and said over and over again: "No, no, Lixia... Please...", that man who usually wants to pluck all the stars in the sky. His little master will not listen to him, but also bully him and make him cry, isn't he afraid that he will leave again?

Humans really don't understand.

I had no choice but to pray to the gods in heaven to bless me every day, and this person would not leave my little master.