intracranial fetters

Lin Chan had a very strange dream. In the dream, she returned to the time when she was curled up in her mother's womb, holding her hands tightly and drowning in the embrace of amniotic fluid.

It seems that because of the umbilical cord connected to the mother, Lin Chan can always know what her mother is thinking and doing.

This month, my father has lost count of how many times he went out for entertainment and did not come home at night. When my mother was helping my father wash his clothes, he found a few strands of long yellow hair, while my mother's hair was black.

Tonight, my father finally came home, but the dishes on the table remained unchanged, but my mother said that she had already eaten.

Father didn't say anything and ate on his own. When mother cleaned up the dishes, she dumped all the leftovers into the trash can.

Perhaps because of pregnancy hormones, the mother became increasingly restless and paranoid.

The pregnant mother cried and hugged the father for comfort. The father kept explaining that the relationship with the other woman was just a colleague, and he only sent her home when she was drunk.

Mother's hands were trembling, "Do you love her?"

"I only love you."

"You only love me, so can you break contact with that woman?" Mother asked paranoidly.

The father was silent and did not speak, as if he was using his silence to highlight his mother's unreasonable troublemaking and jealousy.

The mother was still shouting at the top of her voice, "You only love me, why can't you break contact with her, why can't you just ignore her, why can't you let me feel more at ease about our relationship, you only love me, why are you still with her... .”

No one spoke anymore, Lin Chan couldn't tell whether her mother really said these words, or just shouted silently in her heart.

The scene changed, and it was him who had just come out of the bathroom naked with a big belly, and on the bed were Cheng Lin and Xia Chuan who were embracing each other and sleeping.

The dream that followed was messy and lengthy.

Lin Chan couldn't remember clearly, but she only remembered that she was full of fear and anxiety when she was pregnant in the dream, like her mother, paranoid and hysterical.

Does love drive people crazy or time runs out of people's love and patience.

The umbilical cord connected to the living life in the stomach is like a loop full of grotesque meanings.

New old, new old, deformed and dirty cycle.

When Lin Chan woke up, her throat was a little dry and her eyelids couldn't be opened.

The person beside him was gone, and the other half of the bed without Yu Wen seemed to be telling Lin Chancheng that Lin had been gone for a long time.

Lin Chan just lay quietly on the bed, looking out of focus at the sunlight reflected on the ground through the curtains.

After what seemed like a long time, someone knocked on the door.

It was the old housekeeper who came back from vacation, "Xiao Chan, get up and have breakfast."

Lin Chan's voice was a little hoarse, and she cleared her throat in response, "When did you come back?"

"This morning, come out and eat quickly. I made soup dumplings for you."

After Lin Chan washed up, she went downstairs and sat at the dining table, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten." The old housekeeper stood aside.

Lin Chan pointed to the side, "Sit down, I haven't chatted with you for a long time."

The old butler nodded and sat down.

"Where did you go on vacation?" Lin Chan picked up the soup bag and blew gently.

"I went back to the place where Xiao Cheng lived when he was a child. There is still a street there that belongs to Cheng's family. My son is taking care of it now."

Lin Chan nodded, took a bite of the soup dumpling, the soup overflowed, Lin Chan chewed, waited to swallow it before speaking, curling the corner of his mouth, "Did you make this soup dumpling yourself? It's just the soup dumpling you made It’s better than Xu Ji’s.”

The old butler smiled, "It's just that you have eaten the three-flavored soup dumplings for so many years. When will I make you crab roe? These months are the time to eat hairy crabs."

Lin Chan said: "It's almost December now, and the temperature is low this year and winter comes early, so the hairy crabs at this time are not as fresh as those in the same month in previous years. Besides," Lin Chan paused, "It's great that people only like one taste, and they can be wholehearted. Nostalgic and long-lasting, isn't it?"

The old housekeeper sighed, "Is Xiao Chan concerned about Xia Chuan's affairs?"

"Who cares?" Lin Chan's Adam's apple twitched, "Uncle, you know everything."

"Xiao Cheng also knows."

Lin Chan shook her head with a smile, "Uncle, you said he didn't know, I'd better find some excuses like his stupidity to excuse him."

"Forget about these things about you young people, I can't take care of them. It's better not to get involved." The old housekeeper waved his hand.

Lin Chan changed the subject, "I'll go out later, to my friend's private cinema."

"Well," the old housekeeper nodded, explaining what Cheng Lin asked him to say, "The law and order in W City is not very good recently, some criminal gangs have come here, Cheng Lin sent a few people to follow you, just let them follow you."

"Okay, if Cheng Lin comes back for lunch at noon, call me and I'll come back. If he doesn't come back at noon, then I'll just go out and solve the problem of lunch for the whole afternoon. You don't have to help me prepare lunch."

The old butler agreed.

Lin Chan changed her clothes and went out.

The private theater was run by an elderly man with a beard, and the name of the theater was Chest. Lin Chan once joked with the beard that the name was more like the name of Qingba in those holy places of literature and art.

The bearded man just smiled and said, it's just a name.

The bearded man saw Lin Chan coming and greeted Lin Chan, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Well, I'm busy these days." Lin Chan smiled.

"Come here to waste your life when you're busy?" the bearded man raised his eyebrows.

Lin Chan got up serious, with the style of a bard, "This is a kind of Guan Rong's barrenness in life, the absence of greatness."

"Dori Morikawa, are you here looking for your New York?" The bearded man narrowed his eyes, "You remind me of a regular customer of mine, a smoker who only smokes Marlboros."

Lin Chan raised an eyebrow, and Cheng Lin also smoked Marlboro.

The bearded man continued, "But he hasn't been here for more than ten years. I think if you know each other, maybe you can chat."

Lin Chan shrugged, picked out a few movies, walked into the room and lay on the sofa, watching the male protagonist who was abandoned by his lover talking to the things in the room on the screen, deceiving himself and fabricating a less lonely world.

When lunch was approaching, Lin Chan's cell phone rang.

I thought it was Cheng Lin who was calling and said to go home for dinner, but when I took it over, it turned out to be an unfamiliar number. Lin Chan hesitated to connect, and the person on the other end said directly, "I'm Qin Wei, Lin Chan, you can come out at noon Shall we have a meal together?"

Lin Chan thought that there were people from Cheng Lin following her, so she wanted to refuse at first, but then she agreed, "Where are you going?"

"Where are you, I'll pick you up."

"Just tell me where to eat, and I'll find you." Lin Chan said with a little impatient tone.

Qin Wei smiled, and didn't insist anymore, and gave the name of the hotel, "waiting for you."

"Yes." Lin Chan hung up the phone.

Lin Chan took a deep breath, stood up lazily, and walked out the door.

The man on the screen is helping another girl carry heavy objects on a crowded street, and the girl is looking up at the man's profile.

Bright eyes are dazzling.

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