The protagonist always wants to capture me

Lin Rong still remembers the only time he went to an amusement park.

That day, my mother wore a beautiful dress and combed her hair much prettier than those of the kindergarten children. She hugged him with a gentle voice, and said, "Rongrong, you must obediently listen to your father."

Young and ignorant, he nodded and agreed: "Yes, Rong Rong will obediently listen to my father."

Mom was very satisfied with his answer, took him on the merry-go-round, bumper cars, pirate ship, and taught him to count.

"One, two, three, four, five..." until one hundred.

His mother's voice was so nice that he remembered the hundred numbers firmly in his heart. He wanted to tell his mother that he remembered it, but... the next day, he never saw his mother again.

Dad is a martial arts instructor and has a certificate.

Lin Rong has always admired his father, because like a hero on TV, he can dance with knives and guns. The neighbors in the neighborhood sent their children to be taught by his father, but his father never taught him martial arts.He begged at first, but he was beaten up. He also learned secretly, and the beating was even worse when he was discovered. Later, he could only secretly let his little friend who was in his father's class teach him in school.

In fact, he doesn't like martial arts very much, but whenever those friends do well, his father always praises them. He... really wants to be praised by his father.

Dad's temper is not very good, and he also likes to drink. When he is drunk, he will drink like crazy and like to beat people. In the past, my mother was often beaten.And he would always be hidden under the bed by his mother, listening to the low sobbing and the sound of various things being smashed, shaking his body in horror.

Lin Rong still remembers the story told by the teacher, she said that darkness is the most terrifying.But in his opinion, darkness is the safest place, nothing more.

After Mom disappeared, Dad drank even harder, spending more than half of the day in a drinking binge.He often saw his father looking at him fiercely, cursing: "What are you looking at, what do you think you are? Lin Rong, you are superfluous."

Such a father made Lin Rong very scared. He hid under the bed where his mother used to let him stay, but his father grabbed his arm and pulled him out, and beat him hard. For the first time, he understood that his mother how painful.

Since then, Dad often beat him. He wanted to tell the teacher, but the green marks on his body would fade before going to school the next day, and there was no trace, but it still hurt so much that he wished that his body was not his own.

One day when he came home from school, his father beat him again. He cried and ran to school, telling the teacher that his father beat him.Seeing that Qing Yinzi realized the seriousness of the situation, the teacher went to talk to his father. As a result, he was beaten so hard that he could barely get up when he got home.

That day, he understood that the teacher is useless.

He has found other ways to save himself, such as going to the neighbor's aunt and uncle after being beaten, but the result is still the same.

Every hope is hopeless, and he chooses to seek help for the last time. What he didn't expect was that his father was friends with those uncles who wore clothes representing justice, and then he was locked in a dark room in the yard.

At first he cried and begged, hugged his father's leg and shouted: "Dad, I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

Then it became numb, and it didn't matter.He was in the second grade of elementary school that year.

Dad still let him go to school, but limited the time.After school at 04:30 every day, I have to get home at [-]:[-], and I ran back enduring the pain all the way.

I can't take my homework home to do homework, and I have to stay in a dark room when I get home. I only have one meal at school, and I don't care if I am full. I often wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

He didn't give up on self-help, the teacher was useless, the neighbors were useless, those people were useless, so he relied on himself.He became very obedient at the beginning, beating and scolding at will, and at first his father didn't trust him, so he installed a camera in the dark room. He didn't know what it was at first, but it must not be a good thing.

So he became more obedient, and secretly checked this thing in the school library.It turns out that this thing is called a camera, and the red light can illuminate everything clearly in the dark.He began to be afraid that this thing would be discovered as long as one day his actions, so that he would not be able to escape for the rest of his life.

A lifetime is a long time, and he may not live to that time.

It's not that he never thought of running away, but what's the point of running away?He is still a child, and if he is caught begging, he will be sent back, and his situation will be even worse after being sent back. He must find a foolproof way to avoid everything.

Huang Tian paid off, he found the weakness of the camera - the blind spot.

Dad only installed one camera, as long as he finds the dead angle of that camera, he can prepare everything.

In this way, returning to the black room became what he looked forward to most every day, and he also learned how to act numb and lose his vitality. He knew that his father liked him the most.

Later, he discovered the blind spot of the camera. Fortunately, that spot was the closest to Dad teaching martial arts in the whole black room.

There is only one meal a day, and all he can do is to have enough physical strength to carry out the plan.He began to hide the food that can be preserved for a long time in the lunch canteen in a small park not far from the school, where few people go.The place where the food was originally hidden was often dug out by night cats and wild dogs, and the things naturally disappeared.Later, he put the things in a sealed bag and hid them in the pool. Although some of the things would be broken, at least they stayed.

He is implementing the plan step by step, but the final goal has not yet been set.One day in the cafeteria, a senior and a friend were sitting at the next table. They were talking about a book, and they talked very excitedly. For example, only you can control your destiny. If you want to control your destiny, you must become stronger. Only the dead can't talk.

When others laughed at those seniors, he found his target, but he was still hesitant.

He began to spend a lot of time in the library, reading books and looking up new words with the Xinhua dictionary.When I got home, I observed the terrain while my father was away, and made sure to dig a hole somewhere in the black house to see everything my father taught martial arts.These alone are not enough, Dad has not let go of his vigilance against him, he can't make too much movement.

So every day when he got home, he went into the dark room, sat obediently on the ground, and counted silently. Now he can not only know one hundred numbers, but also one thousand, 1 or even more.He has to tell himself to count slowly, bit by bit, keep steady, and follow the clock where there is a clock to ensure accuracy, which is very important.

By the time he got everything ready, he was already in the third grade of elementary school.

Dad is a very stingy person. For a year, he stopped turning on the camera when he was sleeping at night and going to school during the day. He found more opportunities, but he was still cautious.He is slowly learning how to put the moved things back to the original place accurately. There are cameras, and he is worried that his moving things will be photographed, or that the movement of things will cause suspicion.

Halfway through the third grade, he was still hesitating about his choice, after all, that was his father.Until one day, Dad was drunk again, and he was used to it, but this time he felt the desperate pain of dying for the first time, and there was no more pity.

I'm afraid that no one would believe that there would be a father strangling his child's neck in an attempt to kill him.

The feeling of being strangled by the neck is very bad, suffocation, pain, tinnitus, blurred vision, the previous kicking and beating turned out to be just a trivial matter...

After being let go, he fell to the ground and panted hard, his eyes fixed on the back of his father leaving to lock the door, he hated, he didn't understand why he worshiped this person before, why he would do anything for a compliment from this person .

From then on, he could see a vague person, who was about his age, who appeared at different times, but only appeared in the dark room.At first, he was afraid of people, because his father could not see people, and schizophrenia was mentioned in the books he had read. He was worried that he would be sick, and he would not be able to escape if he was sick.

But after a long time, he found that the figure did not cause him any harm. The figure would silently accompany him, and would occasionally say a word or two. The first sentence he remembered was: "You...what's your name?"

He didn't answer, but he was sure that the figure was not another split personality of himself, maybe the figure was really a ghost.

And the first thing he said to the figure was: "Can you only see me?" The figure's answer was "Yeah".

As if harboring a secret, he was inexplicably ecstatic. This invisible figure could only see him and talk to him. In other words, the figure belonged to him.

From then on, every day and night, when he was licking his wound alone, the figure would hug him and pull him into his arms.Although there is no temperature, and he can't even feel the entity of the figure, he feels very warm.

He once asked the shadow in the dark: "Do you think I'm scary?" After saying this, he was very afraid, afraid that the shadow would hate him.

The figure swayed for a while, squatting down in front of him, with an indistinguishable voice: "Rong'er, don't cry." The words that had nothing to do with the problem made him cry.

This figure who didn't know where it came from was a gift from God to him.

He started to disguise harder, and he wanted to take the figure out of here.

Pretending to be more timid because of that day, Dad really believed it, and he was as relaxed as before, but he would be suspected if he kept doing this, and his expression returned to numbness after a month.

He began to dig holes with all kinds of sharp objects, and spent as much time as possible learning martial arts to accumulate strength.Helping classmates with homework, cleaning, and everything that can make money, he has done.He saved his money and bided his time.

In the fourth grade, he finally dug through the wall. The hole was too small to be discovered, but the beam of light he threw was still deadly.After finding out about this incident, Renying miraculously helped him hide from the camera. He spent all his time learning the martial arts his father taught other children, correcting all his deficiencies in watching videos, looking up information, and asking classmates and seniors.

Finally, the time he expected came.

That day he skipped class and didn't go to school, he used all the money to eat, then bought a small dagger and hid it outside the black room, returned to the room as usual, sat down obediently, endured the beating, and then counted, Count when Dad sleeps.For several years, he knew when Dad woke up, when he turned on the camera, when he taught, when he came home, and when he went to bed.

When the counting stopped, he cut open somewhere in his thigh with the broken glass on the floor, digging out the needle hidden in it, it hurts but he made sure Dad wouldn't find out what he was doing.

He bent the needle, opened the door lock, and dug out the hidden dagger. Step by step, he walked silently to his father's bedroom like a ghost. The figure followed him as always, and accompanied him gently from beginning to end.

Dad has a habit of not closing the door when he sleeps. He easily entered the bedroom, looked at the man with his limbs stretched out on the bed, and clenched the dagger in his hand.

I heard that people who practice martial arts have light sleep and high vigilance, but what about drunk people?

He is close to his father, he wants to hit him with one blow, but he can't let him die too happily, what should we do?

The dagger was aimed at the exposed neck, and fell straight to the carotid artery. He checked that the death time of the severed carotid artery was no more than 1 minute. If he had not eaten enough strength, he would have failed, but now it is different.

Sure enough, the next second, Dad suddenly opened his eyes and glared wide-eyed, and found that his state was helpless, so he wanted to hold him back and let him die together.Dad blocked the wound with a small quilt, and then punched him. The martial arts he had learned over the years helped somewhat. Although he couldn't fight Dad, it was possible to save his life.

One, two, three, four, five...

Substantial movements and quilts accelerated the loss of blood.

Dad fell to the ground and convulsed, while Lin Rong rubbed his black and blue face and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His chest hurt a little, probably a bone was broken.

Obviously in severe pain, he opened the corners of his mouth, bent an unattractive arc, looked down at his blood-stained white school uniform, held the dagger in his hand, and let the blood slip: "Six, seven, eight, nine , ten...nineteen." Dad finally stopped moving.

He didn't run away, he surrendered himself with a dagger.

In the end, because of his young age and innocence, he already knew the result.He was ten and a half years old that year.

Later, a white car came to pick him up, and a man named Liang Chenyi took him to the hospital ward. He was still going to school with some special children, and there were people there.

As long as he is in the ward, he will draw the thick curtains to keep the room in absolute darkness, so that the silhouette can be well.

"Will you stay with me all the time?" He once asked the figure, but the figure just floated around without saying a word.

To not speak is to acquiesce, he thinks so, he has never thought that the figure will not be there, but... hope is always hopeless afterward, the figure did not appear one night, and has never appeared since then.

Liang Chenyi found out that something was wrong with him, so he came over and asked him: "Xiao Rong, what's wrong with you? Can you tell me?"

"Doctor Liang, I lost something very important." He had long forgotten how to cry, but he cried like a girl that day, and he couldn't stop, he knew that the figure might not come back.

Liang Chenyi was very worried about him, so he came to see him the next day and asked the same questions as yesterday.

"Doctor Liang, I've always been able to see a person, but I can't tell the gender. Do you think it's a ghost?" He regained his composure and asked with a blank expression. Many children said that the expression in his eyes was scary, like removing all emotions. like a machine.

"No, that's your friend." Liang Chenyi is an excellent psychiatrist, and his tone is very gentle, which can easily make people feel close.But he doesn't like Liang Chenyi. This man has plans for him. It's not that bad, but a kind of expectation. He is very clear about what Liang Chenyi wants to do in the expectation that he can arrange a three-year plan by himself, but apart from the past, he is tired. I don't want to think anymore, there is no need to think about anything that has nothing to do with the figure.

"It's gone." He said calmly, "Why did you say it disappeared?"

"Because you are not happy, when you are happy, that person will come back." Liang Chenyi said gently, the words were false but very serious.

Left because he was unhappy?Will he come back when he's happy?

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't remember what a sincere smile looked like.From then on, he began to learn how to laugh and how to get along with others, and his life gradually became ordinary. This kind of ordinaryness and ease made him feel very comfortable. He didn't need to think too much, he just needed to laugh heartlessly, but Liang Chenyi gradually became disappointed. Even the figure did not come back.

"Doctor Liang, didn't you say that as long as I am happy, the figure will come back?" Sitting on the swing, he grinned, his smile was a little silly, but extremely clean. It was hard to imagine that the boy with the expressionless face was him.

Liang Chenyi's regretful eyes suddenly lit up, and he said: "Human Shadow is different from us, Xiaorong, if you want to be with Human Shadow, you have to create a world." Only when you stand at the top of the pyramid can you give love people are happy.

"Okay, I will give the shadow a whole world."

At the age of 14, he was discharged from the hospital and lived a normal life, but Liang Chenyi was still around him, trying to divert him to a special path. In Liang Chenyi's words, he didn't want to waste his talent.

Lin Rong chuckled, how could Lin Rong be talented without a shadow of anyone.

He began to write articles. Compared with standing at the top of the pyramid, becoming the god of creation is the real top. He said that he wanted to create a whole world for people, the best world, and all the characters and things in this world are unique. It exists for the shadow.

His silhouette should be a girl, innocent and gentle, beautiful and lovely, but extremely cold, and will not fall in love with anyone, because the silhouette belongs to him.

He has made a story, a complete story in which his figure lives without him, and he is happy though helpless.

But when someone insulted the figure, he sat silently all night and stopped typing on the keyboard.He gave Xingying a world, but Xingying didn't come back and was insulted. Maybe he was wrong at the beginning, so he never continued the story of Xingying. He started writing other articles, and he didn't know if it was revenge or what.

Until one day he was so painful that he wanted to give up, a friend said to him: "Time, I can feel how much you love your protagonist."

Yes, he loves shadows so much, but he doesn't want to write the story of shadows by hand, he still chooses to write.

He didn't expect that just going downstairs to make soy sauce, he could fly through and be hit by a soy sauce bottle. After finding out that he had become a cocoon, he was excited.He kept recalling the content of the story of "Zheng Rong", and he felt fucked on the surface, but deep down he was longing that this time travel meant that he could see people.

Sure enough, not long after he set foot on the top of the cliff, he met a girl whose clear face was familiar but strange, but it made him throb.Even though the figure has changed appearance and doesn't remember himself, he can feel the soul in this girl's body, which is what he has been looking for and waiting for.

This person is his shadow, his protagonist, his salvation, and even more a gift from God.

"My name is Yuzheng. I am five years old. What's your name?" the girl asked.

"Lin... No, you can call me A Rong." Afraid that the plot is true or not ahead of time, only he knows, and also only he knows, how much he wants to tell the person in front of him that his name is Lin Rong.