gold master kidney is not good

12.

I hate the smell of broken lights, especially incandescent ones.

After thinking about the reason, it may be because when I was young, I was locked in the room by an old woman. I don’t know why. There was an extremely unpleasant smell, and even the old black and white TV that was turned on burst into flames. Later, the old woman cried hoarsely from fear, and when I was tired from knocking on the door, I pulled it out of the room on purpose. Scared me, saying that at that time, if I hadn't had a rare savvy, I quickly used a small bench to pull out the plug that was plugged into the wall plug while the TV was shining in the first place——

"Bam—!!"

She suddenly opened her hands wide, and vividly demonstrated the scene she wanted to express. Before I recovered, I was almost frightened by her, and I rolled my eyes at her afterwards, no matter how much she burned me. Tomato scrambled eggs and hot and sour potato shreds will not easily talk to her again!

What the old woman didn't know was that I was still very naive and made a silent determination in my heart, that is, when I grow up and earn a lot of money, I must not support her anymore, and let her starve to death on the street!Bad woman!

In my opinion at that time, the biggest reason why the old woman with a bad heart still kept me as a oil bottle was to look forward to the time when she would no longer be able to do this kind of business when she was old. , so I can take care of her.

At that time, I naturally didn't know that most people in this world can never predict the future.

13.

"Be good, Ajaan be good, stay here and don't come out, do you hear me?"

The old woman with fine lines at the corners of her eyes shoved me into the closet, and showed me a smile that I hadn’t seen since I was very young. This smile made her no longer young appearance seem to reappear at that moment She was as beautiful as before, and it was rare that I, who had never been rebellious at that time, did not refute her with a stiff neck, but nodded obediently.

She took a serious look at me, then smiled again, and gently brushed my hair with her young, no longer smooth palm, trying to say something to me, but it was stuck in her mouth and she couldn't say it.

I stared blankly at her smile, suddenly a little scared, because I got too many smiles today, which is the sum of the past few years, will this overdraw my future share?I want to stop her and tell her that I don't need so many smiles from you in a day, can you build them up first, and then give them to me year after year?

But before I had time to stop her, she had already closed the cupboard door.

Suddenly, the cabinet darkened, as if a dark and cramped world was isolated from me.

The cabinet is still a little narrow for my 16-year-old body. I can only curl up in it like a ball. Once such an action is maintained for a long time, it will cause discomfort.

I also smelled the smell of rotten wood chips from the wooden cabinet, so I could only cover my nose with my hands as tightly as possible, and occasionally breathe through my mouth gently, but the result was a cold and decaying smell. It was inhaled from my mouth and circulated in my body, but I couldn't spit it out again, that feeling.

It seemed that the whole person was assimilated by this cabinet, and began to rot together.

I covered my mouth and stared at the cabinet door with my eyes open in the darkness.

I pricked up my ears, and vaguely heard the voice of the old woman. She seemed to be opening the door for someone, shouting "Come", and then the sound of opening the door, as if several people came in, and then the old woman was fucking. A hypocritical pinched voice greeted them.

"Qin Fen, where's your thin-skinned and tender son?" One of the men with a rough voice asked, seeming to hold back the old woman. Did you open the buds for him?"

The old woman lied without changing her voice, "That brat, how could I control him, I didn't know where he went outside, I couldn't find him..."

"Huh!" Another voice interrupted her, his voice was thinner than the previous one, and he said with a bit of eccentricity, "I see, Qin Fen is reluctant to give us her precious son who has been pampered for so long Well, think we spoiled him? Huh?"

……

Then the old woman gave an apologetic laugh, and the group of people seemed to know that they would not be able to see or eat that boy today, so they let go of this topic without saying a word, but their voices got closer and closer, as if they were talking toward each other. walked over to his room.

Maybe the old woman was also afraid that they would find her, so she stopped them at the door, "It's not here, maybe you forgot, you should go this way~"

"We know," said the rough voice, "it's just your son's room, why can't you see your son, can't you even see his room?"

"That was not what I meant……"

"Then get out of the way! Didn't you hear what elder brother said?" Another man with a softer voice said, "Elder brother just wants to try it in your son's room, and you don't understand?! No wonder you can only do this job !Hahaha!"

The old woman's face must be ugly, because her voice was a little unsteady, but she still maintained her smile, "The bed in the brat's room is too small, how can it be as comfortable as the bed in my room..."

14.

I turned my head sideways and tried hard to listen to the sound of a cabinet door, their voices were heard clearly in my ears, and I could even imagine the scene outside.

I also learned from their few words why the old woman was so anxious to stuff her hands into the cabinet.

But I don't understand, why didn't the old woman hand me over?In her eyes, an unlucky son who always goes against her ideas and is rebellious and dropped out of school can be liked by customers. Shouldn't she happily hand it over to them in exchange for money?

It may be that the image of the old woman in my heart is too deep in the hearts of the people, just like I have stopped calling her by that word for a long time, but called her "old woman".

she……

I tilt my head in the dark closet thinking, can I think so?

Does she... still love me?

In the end, the old woman agreed to them. I think even if she wanted to object, she couldn't beat these grown men.Although she knew in her heart that her son was in the closet facing her son's bed, and she could hear the voices outside clearly, she couldn't use supernatural powers to transport her son thousands of miles away like in the movie.

Some things cannot be changed, just like fate has been running according to the established track, it will not change its track because of a person's wish.

In fact, I am quite familiar with the "performance" of the old woman. Since I was very young, I accidentally smashed her work, and I also blamed her for forgetting to close the door of her room when entertaining customers, so I don't understand the old lady's performance. What reason does a woman have to be ashamed of being "witnessed by her son".

I hugged myself tightly, and took my hands from my mouth. The deep decaying smell of the wooden cabinet immediately occupied all my thoughts like a dense colony of ants.

I heard those noises outside, and wanted to cover my ears helplessly, but at the same time I wanted to cover my mouth, because I didn't want to smell this ubiquitous rotten smell that made people vomit again.

The sound that could not be blocked by the cabinet door outside gradually became different from what I usually heard in the past. I wanted to go out, but my feet, which had been squatting in the cabinet for some time, were already so numb that they could no longer listen to me. Like even my heart is numb and cold.

I still chose to cover my ears, but it was useless, no matter how hard I plugged it, there still seemed to be a constant voice reaching my heart, the gradually weakening cry for help, and the gradually disappearing temperature.

My cheek was extremely cold, I unconsciously let go of my hand, gently touched my cheek, and then I touched the wetness of my hand.

It turned out that I didn't know when, maybe a long time ago, I had already burst into tears.

15.

When I touched the tears all over my face, I was surprised.

Because I don't know what I'm crying for.

helpless?Fear?fear?

Maybe both, I don't know.

When I felt my legs gradually feel, I found that there was no sound outside.

Terrible silence.

The helplessness that gradually calmed down in my heart was burning like a prairie fire. I thought of a few years ago, and it was the same. I stood in front of the old woman and told her that I didn't want to go to school anymore.

Contrary to what I expected, she didn't yell at me hysterically like she did when she was a kid, drunk and yelling and throwing anything she could touch at me.

She was just calm as if she had already expected it. She asked me why, and asked if I could read on. She said, do you know why I have to send you to school, because I don’t want you to become the same person as me in the future? , or do you also want to be like me a long time ago, as long as you just lie anywhere and spread your legs to let men fuck you, you will have a steady stream of money sprinkled on your face?

When I lowered my head and remained silent, she nodded as if she understood my choice. She turned her head to leave, but before I could raise my head to look at her back, she rushed back quickly and beat me hard. She pushed into my room, locked the door, and no matter how much I slammed on the door, she never let me out again, even if the lights were on fire, the TV was on fire, and I was full of horrible horror in that room. when the taste.

What I didn't know was that while I was banging on the door and crying inside, she was also covering her face outside the door and crying like a collapse.

Trembling, I put my hand on the cabinet door, and to my surprise, the cabinet door opened with a hard push.

It turned out she hadn't locked the cabinet.

Is it because she also remembers the night I kept waking up after locking me in my room?

I crawled out of the closet, and saw that the room I was familiar with had become a mess and I was no longer familiar with it. The old woman was lying on the floor, naked and scantily clad, with signs of abuse all over her body. Her chest was still rising and falling weakly, I could still hear her faint breathing, I almost thought she was dead.

But she seems to be no different from dead, I have never seen her in such a mess before, maybe but every time I see her, she has put on her clothes neatly, hiding her scars under the clothes.

I staggered towards her, knelt down beside her and looked at her, then I tried my best to lift her up and move her to my little bed. In the process, some water dripped onto her clothes. Collar, it seems to fall from my face.

I put her in a sleeping state, took out the quilt that was placed behind me from the cabinet and spread it on her body.

Then I got under the quilt and lay down next to her, absorbing the extremely faint remaining warmth from her body.

I am also tired.

16.

I never thought of that.

Although the memory is slowly fading with the help of time, the subconscious coldness at that time, like a gangrene, has been with me for the rest of my life, and I can't rest in peace even in my sleep.

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In order to maintain the atmosphere, I won’t play a small theater, and the number of words is enough so I don’t need to make up (hey

And Mother Jiang is not dead, she will appear as one of Jiang Suo's knots, the article has just begun, the main line has not yet been laid out, the little angels can guess right and I will not admit it, there is only one cold and reserved Meme da_(:з」∠)_