[Online game] The strongest taunt

Zhuyeqing said that she hated two people.

The first one is a man named Cheng Shan.

She could hardly remember the man's appearance, but only vaguely remembered that he was a tall and handsome man.

That man was kind to her when she was very young.

When she was in kindergarten, she had a bad appetite and ate very slowly and rarely. She always dawdled until the end, and was called by the teacher to feed her with a spoon.After he heard about it, he seemed to have acquired some amazing skills, and he was happy for a long time. He would feed her mouthful after every meal, and sometimes he would coax her in every possible way when she was beaten to death and didn't want to open her mouth.

When I was in the first grade, every day homework had to be signed by the parents before the teacher would accept it. Once when my mother was not at home, he came to sign, but the handwriting looked ugly like that of a primary school student. The teacher named and criticized her, insisting that she was cheating.She went home aggrieved and told him that he angrily called the teacher and discussed it.

Later, his job changed, his off-duty time got later and later, the time to get home changed from five o'clock to seven o'clock, and the time for dinner at home gradually got later.

At that time, after dinner, he would entertain her with toys or help her with her homework under the lamp.

Neither she nor his mother liked him smoking, so he smiled and patted her head and said, "When you score ten and one hundred in the exam, Dad will quit smoking."

She studied very hard, but it was in vain if she didn't have time to pass the ten exams.

Because after that, everything changes.

His work became more and more unsatisfactory. From one day onwards, he suddenly stopped leaving early and returning late.

He began to stay at home all day long, smoking non-stop in front of the TV. There was always a smell of cigarettes in the house, the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom.

His mother began to point and point at him, sometimes to encourage, and sometimes to curse at him. At that time, she didn't understand anything, but she knew that they were more and more quarreling. Not a single word of encouragement.

He started playing what appeared to be a bloody and violent game on a computer at home that was not connected to the Internet.

She stood outside the house several times, and even saw "he" in the game screen full of corpses with a knife, and burned people alive with kerosene and matches.

Gradually, games were no longer enough for him to vent, and he began to lose his temper at home at every turn, and even gradually became violent.

At first, it was kicking the door, and later, it was throwing things.

One day, she saw him make a move to his mother, and after that, he turned and slammed the door and left.

That night, my mother cried for a long time, and the crying gradually turned into choking, and finally subsided.

She didn't do her homework, so she just stood by and accompanied her until her mother reached out and hugged her into her arms, and asked her, Xiaojing, mother and father live separately, would you like it?

She didn't know if she would like it or not, she just asked why.

She saw her mother crying again, and she didn't know how long she had been crying. She kept repeating, and there were only three words in her mouth: "He has changed."

He has changed, but my mother endured it in the end, as if relying on the last sliver of hope for him, she gritted her teeth and endured it, no matter how sad it was, she could get over it.

After all, that was also the person my mother once loved.

No, thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is not because of love that I continue to endure.

For a long time, he hardly ever stayed at home, and when he came back occasionally, he was always reeking of alcohol, unshaven, and fell asleep. It didn't have much impact on the family.

My mother told her several times at the dinner table that it would be better if he didn't go home, he would hang out with his friends, drink alcohol, or find a woman, and it would be better to die outside.There is no need for such a person in the family, I only take care of you, serve him, and I will suffer... I don't want to care about him, not at all...

Every time my mother said it, she was extremely indignant, but at the end, her voice was choked up again.

Suddenly one day, he ran home in a panic to discuss something with his mother.

She sat under the small desk, writing her homework.

It was a simple math problem, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of two or three numbers, but she couldn't concentrate because of the increasingly obvious noise in the bedroom.

She didn't know what happened, but she heard her mother's voice getting more and more angry, and the tone of the man's speech gradually changed from a discussion and request to an order, with a bit of anger.

Amidst the dispute, she heard the word "divorce", but unexpectedly, she didn't feel anything.

As if this home is long overdue.

It's good to leave, to save so much noise.

She couldn't help covering her ears, and shouted: "It's so noisy! Can you be quiet!"

After a moment of silence, the man slammed the door again and left.

That night, my mother was lying beside her, and there seemed to be a few more bruises on her body.

She heard her mother ask her, don't want to be a father, okay?

She said, good.

From that day on, she didn't see the man coming home again, and the man's clothes and daily necessities at home were gradually removed by the man when she was in school.

The house suddenly seemed to be much empty, but in fact, there was only one person missing.

If possible, she really really hoped that the missing person would never appear in her world again.

But that's just a hope.

……

A few months later, the man returned.

After she came home from school, she opened the door with the key and saw him come out of the bedroom in a panic.

Compared with a few months ago, his expression was more sluggish, his body was fat, his back was bent, and he was far different from the appearance in her memory by more than a world.

She smelled a faint smell of blood in the room, and she seemed to see some bloodstains on his hands that had been wiped but could not be wiped off.

At that moment, her eyes turned from doubt to extreme surprise, and there was also fear in the surprise.

She saw a strange emotion flashing in the man's eyes. She didn't understand what kind of expression it was at the time, but she realized after many years that it was a killing intent produced in an instant.

But the man didn't kill her in the end, he just stuffed some money into her hand, and told her to go downstairs to buy something to eat, and go to a classmate's house to play.

She was terrified, and stood in the corridor clutching the money in her hand, her legs went limp uncontrollably.

The next second, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, rushed to a classmate's house, and asked an adult for help.

She panicked and said whatever came to her mind. She didn't know what she said at all. The aunt's expression became more and more serious. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said to the hostess, "Call the police?"

They called the police, and when the police arrived, the man was cleaning up the blood in the house.

No matter how hard he wiped it, he couldn't clean it, and finally wiped his hands and eyes red.

And she, standing beside her mother almost numbly, could no longer feel breathing and heartbeat.

The sunny day in June suddenly became very cold.

The man confessed to his crime. He said that he owed a lot of debts and wanted to sell the house, but the woman refused, so a dispute arose.

He said he missed and never thought he would kill her.

He asked the child, who was only ten years old, what he would do in the future.

In the end he was sentenced to seven years.

But she wanted him to die.

He didn't come home very often for two years, and every time he came home, he would bring alcohol and quarrels.This last time, let a good home go away.

The mother had no relatives at home, so she lived with her grandma for a while, but the grandma was depressed and left soon after.

She lost the last of her family and was sent to an orphanage.

At the age of 11, she met her master.

***

Zhuyeqing said a lot, her tone was calm, like a bystander.

It was so profound, and every detail was remembered so clearly, but it seemed that none of this had happened to her.

Gu Sanqi didn't know what to say, she kept holding Zhuyeqing's hand, even though it was just a game, she still felt that her fingers were terribly cold.

These experiences were beyond her imagination.

Her biggest childhood worry was probably too much homework and too little time to play.

So much so that now she can't even say "I understand you".

Zhuyeqing didn't continue to talk about her master, but only said that if she was originally a part of the darkness in the sea of ​​thousands of people, then her master was a lunatic who brought her from hopelessness to darkness... But Later, she made a lot of money, a lot...

At this point, there is no follow-up.

Gu Sanqi thought, there are some things that Zhuyeqing may never be able to say.It's not that I don't want to say it, it's just that I dare not, and I can't say it.

Everyone always has some secrets in their hearts, Gu Sanqi thought, knowing some secrets is not necessarily better than not knowing.

She wanted to comfort Zhuyeqing, saying that everything was over, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that such comfort was terribly pale.

After thinking for a long time, she stretched out her hand and took Zhuyeqing into her arms, without saying a word, just quietly accompanying her.

In the gang, everyone talked and laughed.

Even if the gangs of looting houses and superficial gangsters stopped snatching those sacks, the trend of sack grabbing in the main city had already started, and it really couldn't stop for a while.

There are still a few hooligans in the gang who think about it, they can show off the sack, pretend to be unwilling to sell it at a high price, and then show it off in the gang...

"You are now..." Gu Sanqi thought for a while, and said, "He has already served his sentence, what will happen afterwards?"

"More than ten years have passed, whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with me." Zhuyeqing said, lowering her head, not sure if it was true or false: "It is better to die."

For more than ten years, she followed her master several times, and after the death of her master, she came to another strange city alone, and everything in the past was no longer related to her.

All that was left were those lingering memories that woke her up in countless dreams.

"Are you a little insomnia?" Gu Sanqi thought for a while, and said, "When I first entered college, my mother said that she always had insomnia when I was not at home, and then I went home to sleep with her during the winter and summer vacations. , she will sleep soundly. It's a bit of a mystery, I think I have a sleep-aiding effect, it's very mysterious, don't believe it..."

"..."

Gu Sanqi said, rubbing the wings of his nose, and said, "When will you try it?"