him and his duo

It was a very dark street, located in a dilapidated town, between two tall buildings, even during the day, the sunlight rarely penetrated into the depths of the street, like a pool of silent sewage.

In my memory, it was always without light, and covered with a gloomy shadow, very much like the foggy filter in the misery movie.

At night, there are no street lights in the street, only a few fragmented lights from the windows of each house, some yellow, some white, intertwined together, outlining the most miserable scene in this corner chan.

The footsteps of the man wearing cotton slippers are very soft, but he always likes to walk lightly and heavy, and he looks very unseemly.Then he came to the dinner table smelling of alcohol, and looked at the other two people at the dinner table with his brows tightly locked - two very small children, a boy and a girl.

"What about the rice? Why don't you serve me rice?"

The man's voice is very thin. In fact, if he can speak well, such a voice is actually not unpleasant.It's just that what he said mixed with the smell of alcohol made the two children's bodies tremble.

The boy stabilized his sister, jumped off the high bench, stepped on the small wooden bench that had been prepared in the kitchen, tiptoed, and held a large bowl and two small bowls to serve rice in the boiler.

When the meal was served on the table, the man's expression was already very displeased. While picking up the dishes on the plate with his chopsticks, he said in a rough voice: "I don't know if the meal should be served in advance? It's been so long, I'm going to starve to death Yes or no?"

"I'm afraid the food will be cold." The boy lowered his head and whispered.

There is no rice cooker or thermos at home, and the men come home from time to time, so they have to wait for the men to serve before they start eating.

"Afraid that the rice will be cold?" The man smiled, staring at the boy with staring eyes and said, "Go to your mother and ask for money, just tell her that we need to buy a rice cooker at home, and ask her to send some money back."

"I've said this three times, every time..." Every time you send back money, you gamble it.

When this is mentioned, men get upset.

"Okay, let's go eat." The man slapped the chopsticks on the dining table and left the chair.After a while, he brought back a bottle of wine.

There was no sound at the entire dining table, it was very quiet, the children's chewing was barely audible, only the man's swallowing sound was infinitely amplified when drinking. "Gulu Gulu", the scalp of the listener is numb.

The girl's hands holding the vegetables trembled. The dishes in their family were highly repetitive, usually one meat dish and two vegetarian dishes. The meat dishes were placed in front of the man, and some of the vegetarian dishes were left over for the two children to eat.

The incandescent lights in the house were a bit dazzling, the man gradually became a little drunk, his eyes gradually blurred.

The girl hadn't eaten meat for half a year. She swallowed her saliva looking at the plate of meat. As long as she stretched her chopsticks a little further, she would be able to catch it. The man was already drunk, so he wouldn't notice.

So while the man was not paying attention, the girl's chopsticks crossed the limit, and she quickly picked up a piece of fat pork belly and put it in her bowl.When the meat was in the bowl, the girl raised her head cautiously and found that the man was looking at her with his eyes open.

His bloodshot eyes were open, like a demon just waking up.

……

"Damn girl, bitch, a motherless bastard..."

"Why don't you die, huh? It would be nice to die early, and save an extra mouth to eat."

"..."

The man greeted the girl directly with a wooden stick placed by the table, and countless obscene words came out of his mouth.

The boy held his sister tightly in his arms, and the wooden sticks fell on him one after another, knocking out countless red stems.Some places still ooze blood, because they hit the unhealed scabs, and the stick was not released until the man was tired from the beating.

……

The cries of his sister, the yelling and cursing of the man, and the huge shadow cast by the incandescent lamp on the man, all became nightmares that he could not escape in his whole life.

"Ding Ding Ding"

At 5:40, the alarm clock rang.

Xu Ke was covered in sweat, as if he had taken a bath.He sat on the edge of the bed dazedly, short of breath, a little panicked, and hadn't completely broken free from the dream.It wasn't until his eyes slowly gained focus that he reached out to press the stop button to turn off the alarm clock.

He got out of bed and took out a change of clothes from the closet, and went into the bathroom, as fixed and rigid as a robot executing a predetermined program.

Every day, I will have such a dream.

The scenes are different and the locations are different, but at the end of each dream, the man's monster-like voice echoes from the ear, and the girl's miserable cry.

Xu Ke stood under the spray, trying to get all these things out of his mind and clean them up.But the nightmares day after day were like a shackle on his heart, making him breathless.

When I came to class today, the atmosphere was a bit weird. Xu Ke looked at the classrooms in Class [-] full of people and wondered if the alarm clock in the morning was broken.

When he got to his seat, he glanced at the wall clock in front of the classroom, it was 6:25, the time was correct, could something be wrong with someone?

Xu Ke looked around and found that these students were sitting in their seats without saying a word.The whole classroom is surrounded by an unknown learning atmosphere, and the undercurrent is surging. Under such circumstances, if you don't write anything, you will have the illusion that you are not in the world.

Once this happens to Class Ten, it will definitely be abnormal.

"Damn it, who finished the political homework? I'll lend it to me, and I'll exchange it for the English one." Gao Mai came late, but the wash water on his face was still wet, and he knew it was all the way when he looked out of breath. Came over from the bedroom.

But no one had time to tease about this miserable situation. The bosses of the tenth class did not even give him a look if they wrote with enthusiasm.

"Jianghu emergency, hurry up!!!" Gao Mai looked at the colleagues below who had homework to copy, tears almost came out of his eyes.

He only remembered writing English last night, and didn’t read politics, until he was woken up by a nightmare this morning, turned on his phone, and clicked on the small group with 99+.

Nima, there is a political class in the morning. The homework left by Cai Xiaodao last time is to memorize the text and workbook.

Reciting texts silently is a matter of luck, not human factors. This workbook can still be saved.

Seeing those friends who were playing together were all writing and writing, Gao Mai went crazy: "I'll trade it for English, everyone, have you written all English and left nothing about politics until now?"

The only person who paid attention to him was Deng Xiaoliu, "Brother Mai, the English homework, ABCD, can be done as soon as you fill it in, and it will take 10 minutes at most. Why do you need to copy your homework? The political homework is waiting for this morning self-study." Also, let me tell you, this question is really huge, and I haven't finished writing it since copying last night."

Or how do you say that things of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups? The way of writing homework is really the same.

Gao Mai leaned over to Deng Xiaoliu's table and said kindly: "Little Liu, how many do you have?"

At this time, the one who has the homework is the father, and the one who can borrow the homework is the mother. Gao Mai said in a low voice: "How long will it take to finish?"

While moving his wrist quickly, Deng Xiaoliu said in a leisurely manner, "Hurry up, hurry up."

"That can be borrowed..."

Deng Xiaoliu sat on the ground and raised the price, "Milk tea for a week."

Gao Mai gritted his teeth: "...deal."

Deng Xiaoliu finished writing the last few words and gave Gao Mai the political exercise book he had borrowed.After Gao Mai got it, he turned over two pages, and was surprised by the font and corrections in this exercise book.He glanced at the name and was startled.

Gao Mai pointed to the exercise book and exclaimed in a low voice, "Cao Hao's, how did you borrow it?"

Deng Xiaoliu shook his head pretendingly: "The secret must not be revealed."

If it is said that the homework that is least likely to be borrowed, the name Cao Hao is definitely on the list.

Good grades, boring gourd, these two words can probably completely sum up this person.It is said that his grades would have allowed him to enter the No. [-] Middle School. The reason why he came to Chengguan to study was because of the favorable conditions Chengguan offered him-free tuition, sleeping alone, scholarships, poverty subsidies...

In short, other people spend money when they come to study, and he can make money when he comes to study.

He is on the scholarship list every year, and the exam after class placement is either the first or the second, or the grade ranking!

It's just that people are not easy to get along with. Gao Mai held the exercise book in his hand carefully, as if he had found a treasure.

Deng Xiaoliu laughed at Gao Mai's unpromising appearance, "It's okay, just give it to him before politics class."

Gao Mai held Cao Hao's book, and said righteously: "No, you must be strict with your homework."

When it was time for self-study, there was only one person in class ten who did not show up.

Looking at the empty seat next to him, Xu Ke felt helpless, picked up his phone and sent Gu Shen a message: Where is he?

Sending this message is also really helpless, it was what Gu Shen himself asked for a few days ago.

"At the same table, for the sake of our vulnerable tablemate, I now entrust you with an important task." Gu Shen held a piece of torn paper in his hand, with a serious expression.

Xu Ke glanced at him, then moved away expressionlessly, "No."

Gu Shen spread out the white paper and put it on Xu Ke's desk. On the title were a few big characters: "Rules for getting along at the same table. "

The moment Xu Ke saw the torn paper, there were a few large characters clearly reflected on his face: What is it?

"Hey, "Rules for getting along at the same table," Gu Shen picked up the torn piece of paper that didn't know what it was, and flicked it with his fingers, "This thing is considered an agreement, and we all need to abide by it so that we can get through it. This time it's difficult."

"What's the difficulty?" Xu Ke felt that although Gu Shen spoke Chinese, he couldn't understand a single word.

"Monthly exam." Gu Shen sighed, "This is the biggest difficulty facing us right now."

Xu Ke stared at the torn paper, and refused without thinking, "No."

"No, I spent a few nights thinking about it, and it must be implemented."

"No."

"After this monthly exam passes, this paper will be invalid."

"Do not."

"You have nothing to lose by trying."

"..."

Xu Ke, who refused at that time, is now implementing the third rule of the ghost rule: If Gu Shen has bad behaviors such as absenteeism and lateness, Xu Ke has the right and the obligation to correct Gu Shen's bad habits.

After a while, the phone beeped softly.

Xu Ke opened it, and Gu Shen sent a selfie.

The photo should be Gu Shen's room, with a dark and black decoration style. There are many comic books on the bookshelf next to the bedside table, and there are also many hand-made figures on it.On the photo, you can see the painting on the roof of the room. It is a cosmic galaxy. The painting is exquisite, very stylish, and very beautiful.

The most eye-catching thing in the whole selfie is a hand that poses like a yes, which is very, very unbeatable.

A few seconds later, the phone vibrated again.The person who sent him the selfie followed up with another message: at home.

Xu Ke raised his eyebrows and typed: Are you not coming to the self-study?

Gu Shen responded quickly: Please forgive me, I wake up at 05:30 every day for the past few days, let me be lazy today.

Thinking of the turmoil in Class [-] this morning, Xu Ke reminded him: Have you written your English and political homework?There is class in the morning.

Sure enough, the phone was quiet for a while, and it took a few minutes before a message came slowly: Fuck.

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