CM The future I see without you

"A-Dong, bring that bottle to Mom, A-Dong, Mom please, Mom please!"

The woman's eyes were red but she couldn't cry, and the veins on her forehead were bulging. She tried hard to break free from the restraint belt on the bed, but this was no longer the small and comfortable yard. The wide belt made of rubber and cotton canvas held the The woman was tightly fixed on the bed, like a dying pupa.

However, the belt had been fastened to the last button, leaving a small space for her.

The woman stretched out her hand with all her strength, her eyes were full of longing for the medicine bottle, she even broke into a smile, and said softly: "A-Dong, give that to Mom, and Mom will take you home, we will be fine, Mom I won't hit you again! Mom made a mistake, give the bottle to mom, and mom will take you home, okay?"

She is too thin, her slender wrists are like thin icicles hanging under the eaves in winter, her ten ferocious fingers are like withered branches, twisted and blue blood vessels are clearly visible under her pale skin, whenever she starts to struggle, the boy Always worried that her bones would be broken inch by inch, just like when she broke her finger before.

The woman gradually lost her voice, and the room returned to its previous deathly silence. Only then did the boy have the courage to step forward. He poked his head slightly and found that the woman was not asleep as usual. She just opened her eyes blankly, staring at the top of her head. I don't know what the snow-white ceiling is thinking.

This kind of sober quietness is extremely precious to her, the boy suddenly had the courage, took a small step forward, and explained in a polite manner: "Mom, you can't take the medicine in that bottle, you can't take it. "

The woman didn't answer.

The boy added in a low voice: "I saw you fell asleep after taking the medicine, but you kept sleeping, kept sleeping, no matter how I called you, you wouldn't wake up, mom, I'm afraid..."

The boy was already choked up, and there were immature cries in his words. He was too young to even understand the concept of death. He just instinctively hated everything he saw. The silence of the woman even gave him courage. Pained by whipping, cried and took another step closer, just short enough for him to hold his mother's bare fingertips.

The woman turned her head slightly and looked at the poor child, but there was a half-smile expression on her face. Her brain, which had been corroded by drugs for more than ten years, finally realized the meaning of what the child said, but she moved her lips, but couldn't Say a word.

Slowly, her eyes returned to the ceiling, her willow leaf-like eyebrows frowned, she looked extremely sad, soon, clear tears filled her eyes, and then slowly flowed down from the corners of her eyes , wet the pillow.

The boy had never seen a woman cry so quietly, he took another step closer, carefully holding the woman's fingertips in both hands, and Nuo Nuo comforted and said: "Mom, don't take the medicine and you'll be fine, we can go home soon ..."

But the woman cried even harder, she gave up all her struggles, and fell down on the grass in the forest like an elk that had been shot in the heart, desperately allowing the bright red flowing from her body to soak every grain of the ground. Fine and moist soil.

The light in her eyes dimmed a little bit.

When the visiting time came, the nanny opened the door on time, and took away the struggling boy with her head down regardless.

"Bang!", the door was closed tightly again, the boy was startled by the loud noise and trembled, and then returned to silence, like a delicate porcelain doll, obediently lying on the nanny's warm shoulders, His big foggy eyes kept staring in the direction of the ward, and the woman's cold temperature was still on his fingertips.

The sun outside was so bright that the boy could barely open his eyes. He stuffed his head into the nanny's arms, trying to avoid the scorching light.

Just as he was about to get into the car, he heard another "bang", followed by the piercing scream of the nanny. The scream was like a switch, and then there were continuous sounds from all directions. When he got up, he frowned and covered his ears, but no matter how he covered his ears, the sound waves would always reach the eardrum along the tiny gaps between his fingers.

Too much noise, he thought.

**

"Mr. Rossi, do you really plan to stay longer? I believe Mr. Sauniere..." Although the waiter thought about it for a long time, there was concern for the host in both words and expressions.

Rossi interrupted him helplessly, saying, "We want to too, but this concerns a suspect we've been tracking for a long time, and we have to leave."

"What about Ms. Jareau? I don't think the BAU case needs the assistance of an Afghan battlefield liaison officer?" The waiter didn't buy Rossi's explanation. He straightened his back, showing maturity and sophistication different from his youthful appearance, Before Rossi could react, he nodded humbly and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for my rudeness. I'm just worried about Mr. Sauniere. He's been alone up there for a long time."

"You're right, we really shouldn't leave him alone, but," Hotch said, walking over with a strong look on his brows, "this case is indeed urgent, and it even concerns everyone who works at BAU. There are no former agents, except for Jacques. So, our departure is an unavoidable choice."

He didn't say apologetic words, but just patted Rossi's shoulder lightly, the helicopter whizzed and circled behind him, the bean-sized raindrops were swept in all directions by the turbulent wind, and faintly traced a dim light over the wing side.

Rossi looked up at the dark glass window on the tall building, he knew that Jacques was sitting behind the window looking at him, he hesitated, but decided to leave.

The wind from the helicopter gradually faded away. Jacques raised his head slightly and saw a thin silver-white line appearing at the intersection of the sea and the sky, like a silver edge on the dark sea. Watching the rolling white waves.

The sea water rises up and hits the black reef along with the wind, and the splashing white water looks like a waterfall against the sky. Jacques gradually raises his eyes. The thrust fell from a high altitude, like overwhelming arrows hitting the bulletproof floor-to-ceiling glass window of TRB, making a thunderous noise, the bulletproof glass trembled slightly, leaving dense winding water marks on the outside after a few seconds.

"I want to stay alone." Jacques raised his head and drank the vodka in the glass, his eyes drooped slightly, as if the rainy weather outside had nothing to do with him, even if the whole world was covered by waves, all he had to do Just finish drinking the wine in the glass calmly.

Jason Giden sighed and turned around. The shocking flower-like chandelier had been turned off at some point, and only a few small dandelion lights were lit in the empty hall. Like an isolated island, the whole space appears lonely and cold.

He sat directly on the carpet, shoulder to shoulder with the young man, facing the huge window, the dim light penetrated his body, like an illusory dream.

He smiled and said, "But I showed up, and I showed up, which means you need me."

Jacques snorted coldly, then silently opened a bottle of unknown wine, the thick liquid slid down the side of the glass, and quickly gathered a full glass.

Jason glanced at him and said, "I remember you promised me not to drink."

"Then let me repent." Jacques frowned annoyedly, and said, "Aren't you all like this anyway, what you say is like a joke, and no one takes it seriously."

Jason didn't know how to answer this question for a while, and the air suddenly fell into melancholy again.

Jacques belched lightly, the tip of his nose filled with the smell of whiskey, his eyes looked around in a daze, and finally stopped at the corner where Reid left.

I don’t know if it’s a thunderstorm problem, the sensor of Dandelion is broken or there is something wrong with the circuit, there is only a small lamp flickering intermittently in the dark corner alone, the originally warm and happy lamp is now At this moment, it seems a bit sad and awe-inspiring.

"How is it there?" Jacques asked vaguely, "Did you see her?"

"I saw her, she's fine." Jason frowned slightly, and said, "We went to the Ferris wheel again, it must be old, when we sat on the top, it was a bit cold, and the stars couldn't be seen clearly gone."

"Me and Reid also went, but unfortunately it was raining that day, so we couldn't see the starry sky you mentioned."

"There's no need to be sorry, there will always be a perfect starry sky waiting for you in such a long time to come."

"No more." Jacques said flatly, "Three hours have passed, and he won't be back."

Just like those people who left me one by one, they said goodbye to me with all kinds of reasons, and I carefully agreed on the date of returning home, but never fulfilled it.

Having said so much and acted so much, in the end it was all doomed to be false.

It's really sad. You can see the ending, but you can't escape the control of fate. You have worked so hard, but the curse will always be there, and the tragedy will never be solved.

Jacques glanced at the watch in his hand, took another sip of vodka, and tapped the glass wall with his fingers slowly and rhythmically. He was already too drunk, and unconsciously wanted to fall in Jason's direction. The French with a Parisian accent taught by my mother when I was young was muttering and I didn't know what to say.

Jason wanted to touch the child's head pitifully, but the empty wind in his palm brought him back to reality. He no longer existed, and there was no way to pass him a cup of hot water when he was drunk, as before. When he woke up, he promised him "I'll stay with you, don't go on being so ridiculous.".

The drizzle fell in the sea, and the sharp wind shuttled over the reefs and high mountain roads, like a ghost whistling.

It was raining, but it was like sand, and Jacques couldn't breathe.

"It's time." He curled up on the cold ground, staring blankly at the direction of the end of the sky and sea outside the window, and murmured.

Startled, Jason asked, "What?"

The moment he turned around, dozens of huge flames soared into the sky on the distant dark sea, brilliant fireworks bloomed in the rainy night, some were like dainty dahlias, and some were like colorful butterflies dancing around , or a brilliant rainbow, the entire night sky was illuminated by countless golden streamers, all the serious waiters below ran out, and they didn't care if the heavy rain wet their most cherished uniforms on weekdays. It is a vigorous, bright and blurred fireworks.

There was no joy on Jacques' face. He collapsed drunk in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to the bright night sky, looking extremely lonely.

"A-Dong, let's go with mom, let's go with mom."

Jacques heard the woman's voice again, and he turned his head in confusion, watching Jason smiling gently at himself, the light and shadow changing silently on his face, at the last second of the fireworks ending, he finally turned into a dream The look of that woman.

She smiled happily, showing her white teeth, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, gentle like a mother.

The woman stretched out her hand with a smile, waiting for the young man's response with empty palms, and she also said, "A-Dong, let's go with Mom, and go home with Mom."

Jacques looked at her timidly, this woman was really scary, he hesitated timidly expecting.

The sudden buzzing and vibrating sound of the mobile phone interrupted his confusion. Jacques locked the screen, which had 35 unknown missed calls at some point, and the latest page on the screen was a text message from Nat.

It read: "Jacob, goodbye, I love you."

This sentence was incomprehensible, Jacques put down the phone, and when he turned his head, the fireworks were over, and the never-ending rain dissipated the white smoke and dust in the air, as if the dreamlike fireworks had never Appeared in general.

Jason was gone, and so was the woman. JAcques looked around, only the sound of his shallow breathing in the cold darkness.

Do you know what the future can be like?It was just a vague and empty dream, and the loneliness after the fireworks is the real world.

Jacques felt a little tired, with all the blurry scenes in front of his eyes, and the high concentration of alcohol made him extremely tired, so he turned off his phone and decided to take a good night's sleep.

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Because there are a lot of exams recently, one chapter will be updated every five or six days, or two chapters will be updated every ten days.