Wing On Tune

Warning with a knife~

When Liu Xu touched the bed with the warmth after bathing, her drowsiness soon rolled up. She always fell asleep very quickly, and she slept deeply. With the sound of breathing, Chang An paced and briskly rushed to the corner farthest from the bed.

When he first came in, he had put two chairs together. The length of his current body size will be enough for him to lie down. It doesn’t matter if he can’t put his legs down. He can sleep curled up. He is very used to it now, and he will wait until the next place Maybe there will be a decent bed to sleep on, Changan thought with pleasure, turned over and skillfully lay down on the chair and tried to fall asleep.

It was already cool in the late summer night, and Chang'an didn't sleep well. The little man on the chair tossed and turned several times before he finally stopped holding the coat in his hand for a while. When his consciousness was about to blur and fell into a dream, he was suddenly awakened by the sound in his ear. Chang'an's senses are sharpened now, which was developed during Liu Xu's illness.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still taken aback by Liu Xu when she turned her head. The woman's hair was disheveled, her eyes were loose, she was staring at Chang'an as if she was in a state of concentration, and she seemed to be staring at something else. The female ghost, the enthusiasm on her body has not yet faded, she obviously just got off the bed, Chang An tentatively called out with a fluke, his tone was soft, as if he was afraid of irritating the person in front of him, "Mother, look for An'er , what's wrong?"

He tried to remind Liu Xu that the person in front of him was her son by address, his voice even trembled a little at the end, fear gradually occupied his eyes, he was still too young, too scared, he still didn't know how to make a good life Deal with the current situation.

Liu Xu has had hysteria for several years. At first, she didn’t often commit it. She just sleepwalked. When she woke up at night, she would stand not far from the bed and stare at Chang’an. Panicked, the child's voice was trembling with milk, and asked innocently, "Mother, can't you sleep? Can An'er hum a song for you?"

The person didn't move, until Chang An wondered if she could fall asleep standing with her eyes open, but Liu Xu lay straight on the bed, and felt a headache when she woke up the next day, and she seemed to be able to remember it after asking a few questions carefully, but it didn't take a while. At that time, Liu Xu still had some savings, and occasionally gave Chang An some pocket money, so Chang An invited a doctor to see Liu Xu at home. Chang An didn't know what hysteria was, but he remembered the way the doctor looked at him before he left, like Pity is also like regret.

Liu Xu was very cooperative when taking the medicine at first, boasting that Chang'an was sensible and considerate, and gradually fell asleep for a long time during the day, little Chang'an didn't know it, and he was listening to studies outside the corner of the school during the day, and really realized what the doctor's expression meant. At night, Liu Xu went to bed early, but the frequency of sleepwalking increased. Before Chang An got used to the symptoms of the disease, Liu Xu began to mutter words, and even started to beat people. There are varying degrees of punching and kicking.

Chang An was puzzled. He didn't understand how his mother, who was considered gentle and considerate, became like this. She dragged large and small bruises to the doctor more and more times. Later, there were even wounds drawn by fingernails. , the wound was not deep, but it still looked ferocious when the bleeding spots ooze out. The doctor probably felt sorry for the child and didn’t charge much for the consultation fee. He tentatively asked where the child’s father had gone. Chang’an was silent for a while, and solemnly said Tell the doctor I don't have a father.

At the age of ignorance and innocence, Chang An didn't know when he began to understand the pain of his mother. It was probably because Liu Xu started to say a word or two occasionally when he was sick.

"How could... how could you be so cruel and abandon me?"

"You...you clearly said...that you took me away."

Or during the day, when he woke up occasionally during the day, he hugged him and cried bitterly, and his mouth was still vague, "Chang'an, my Chang'an, mother is sorry for making you suffer so much."

These mixed emotions are deep and difficult for Chang An to understand, but they miraculously make him feel sad. He understands that the father he has never met will probably not come back, but why Liu Xu doesn’t understand, she hates , complaining, but still looking forward to it.

Chang An tried to calm himself down, but his hands and feet were weak at the moment, and he could only hope that Liu Xu would just be sleepwalking tonight, and would lie down and fall asleep after staring at her enough, but the other party seemed to be stabbed by his eyes, and slowly Get up and start chanting words again,

"Why do you look at me like that?"

Changan looked at the raised hand holding the needle, and the other hand was still stained with the rouge material she used for embroidery, as if he was strangled by the throat, he wanted to escape, but his hands and feet were numb, and even began to tremble, "Mother Don't ask, I'm Chang'an..."

He was gasping for breath, his milky trembling voice looked very pitiful, but he shouted as if he had had enough, "Look clearly, I'm not him, not him!"

He still refused to call his father, with a bit of resolute stubbornness.

Liu Xu took off Chang'an's shirt very quickly, and Chang'an struggled subconsciously. He regained some strength and didn't want to be like a prey at the slaughter. The moment Chang'an was stuck on his shoulder, he groaned in pain. He gasped, and his whole body trembled intensively. Liu Xu's movements were as gentle as if he was doing embroidery work, but Chang'an was torn back and forth between hell and the world. He dared not He moved, and now he struggled, he didn't dare to bet on how much the needle would cut his body, he knew Liu Xu wanted to leave patterns on him, just like an embroidered scarf.

I don't know how long it took, Chang An's shoulders were numb with pain, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat. After the first groan, he didn't make any sound. He was like a death row prisoner kneeling on the execution ground, waiting Seeing when the executioner behind him raised the knife and dropped it, he gave himself a good time, the rust smell spread from his mouth, and he bit his lip.

Chang An didn't know when he lost consciousness. Before he fell into darkness, he felt that the needle prick on his back seemed to have stopped, and something gently wiped away the blood from the needle prick on his shoulder. The movement was very gentle. , seemed very comforting, but he had no time to take care of it, it was finally over, he was too tired.