Criminal Minds Profile

Hua Zui knelt on the cold and hard tiles, and the whip fell like raindrops.She was pale and stubborn, biting her lips tightly, as if she didn't feel the burning pain on her back at all, and said nothing.

The 17-year-old Hua Zui is already a rose that is about to bloom. The wide and rigid school uniform can't cover her increasingly slim figure, let alone the delicate and beautiful glow on the cheeks full of young collagen.It's just that the pair of slender black eyebrows are tightly locked at this moment, and the delicate lips are tightly pursed, indicating that the owner of this beautiful face is bearing unbearable pain at this moment.

"Why do you only take the second grade in the exam? You are three points behind No.1! Your grades have plummeted!" In front of her was the mother's heartbroken, hating iron face, "Say it!"

"I used the university's method for the last big question in the math test. The proof process is very simple, but the teacher doesn't recognize this approach, so I—" Another heavy whip came down, Hua Zui clenched her lips, this time was too much There was pain, and blood dripped from his lips.

"You still dare to quibble, don't you?" Mother said sullenly with a livid face, "You think I don't know about your crap? The monitor of the third class secretly watched you several times, and the study committee member of the second class secretly stuffed a love letter into you." Didn’t you seduce them in the drawer? You didn’t focus on your studies, you just wanted to show off, and the result will show itself naturally!”

Hua Zui lowered her head, with a gentle and obedient look—multiple punishments made her understand that the quickest way to appease her mother's anger was not to justify herself, but to follow her mother's words and to accuse herself of a crime that was neither serious nor serious. Then obediently accept the so-called punishment.

It seemed that the whole world was only left with the mother's sharp roar and the blunt whip, and the burning pain spread on her shoulders and back. She concealed the sharpness in her eyes, and her consciousness drifted silently to the picture hanging on the wall. calendar.

She relied on those illusory wishes to survive until now, thinking that after the college entrance examination, she would go to a foreign university, escape far away from this suffocating family, and never come back.

Hua Zui is keen and transparent, and she is born with a kind of accurate intuition that is almost like a hunter.She knew that her increasingly outstanding color aroused her mother's latent jealousy, and even more aroused her mother's resentment for the unfair fate.

After all, my mother was also a very pretty beauty back then, with many suitors.She wanted to live a comfortable and stable life, so she chose the honest and trustworthy father of the state-owned enterprise.Unexpectedly, the iron rice bowl will also be lost one day. After his father was laid off, he became increasingly depressed, drinking and gambling, and living a decadent life.

As a result, the beautiful woman who was like a pearl and jade turned into a dead fish-eyed whitening in the day-to-day disappointment, depression, and exhaustion.She put her unspoken resentment on her daughter, forcing her to stand out.But while her daughter is becoming more and more excellent and beautiful, she regrets more and more what she should have got but was taken back by fate.

Psychology often says that a person's childhood will leave an indelible mark on him, and an unfortunate childhood often takes a lifetime to heal.

But Hua Zui didn't believe in fate, she didn't believe that she would be swallowed up by hatred and resentment, reduced to a body like a walking corpse, lost the light in her eyes at the age of 20, and waited for the seal that should have come decades later The coffin was buried.

That night, 17-year-old Hua Zui knelt on the cold and hard tiles. The carved raised patterns tortured her flesh and blood, and her knees gradually became numb and lost consciousness.Her mind was in chaos, fatigue and pain exhausted her physical strength, but that thought was like a lighthouse in the mist of the sea, always shining in Hua Zui's mind——

My mother and I are different.

This belief is so strong that when Hua Zui was finally exhausted and lost consciousness, there was still a loud and firm voice in his mind, just like the horn blowing towards the enemy when the dawn is approaching, so loud and so exciting people's hearts.

Under the belief that it's all or nothing, Hua Zui passed the college entrance examination, and the scores were enough to get into the two schools that other students dreamed of in the distant imperial capital.She secretly went to the Internet cafe and applied for the best psychology major in the country.

It was an intoxicating summer day, and the girls on the street were wearing all kinds of bright clothes, with their necks raised high, as proud as beautiful princesses.Hua Zui stood under the silver myrtle tree, wearing a dusty and baggy school uniform.However, passers-by couldn't help but cast amazed glances at her—as if the ugly paint on the golden statue was gradually peeling off, a radiant splendor was radiating from this seemingly inconspicuous girl.

After this summer vacation, there is no need to stoop your back, wear thick glasses on purpose, hide your face behind a mountain of books, hide your slim figure in a large school uniform, and pretend to be a good girl , so as not to touch the mother's sensitive and inferior nerves.

A gust of hot wind blew, and the silver weeping rustled down, and Hua Zui laughed loudly in the rain of flowers. She laughed for a long time, and the strong feelings hidden in her heart were pouring out like a flood that opened the gate. out.The sky is dyed by the girl's happy mood, blue like a piece of candy that is about to melt.Her thin shoulders seemed to have grown a pair of red wings, and the powerful wings opened her back, leading her to soar freely in the sky.

On the day when the acceptance letter arrived, Hua Zui looked at his mother's face, and figured out what she meant, and made breakfast so that she wouldn't pick out more thorns.The moment she opened the admission notice, Hua Zui woke up from a sweet dream as if someone had poured cold water on her head on a hot day.The blood on her face faded, and the paper slowly fell from her trembling fingertips.

Z University in the provincial capital, majoring in clinical medicine.

Full of surprise, she turned her head to look at her mother, who was wiping her mouth calmly, with the orange egg yolk in her mouth, like a smear of dazzling blood.

Under Hua Zui's heartbroken and shocked eyes, she had no shame on her face, instead she showed a self-satisfied smile.The smile on her broad lips was full of irony.It is the contempt of parents for children, the deprivation of women by men, the disregard of ordinary people by those in power, the natural superiority of white people to people of color, and the teasing of illiterates by intellectuals.

There is no reason, no way to refute, everyone silently followed such a high and low order, for fear of losing their position.In the throes of broken heart, Hua Zui felt an unprecedented sobriety—what kind of ugly and terrifying things are hidden behind those so-called "for your own good", "love you" and "protect you".

"The wings are hard and you want to fly, don't you?" She wiped her mouth comfortably, as if she didn't see Hua Zui's heartbroken eyes at all, her eyes were contemptuous, and she said slowly, "You have to go to Z University, it's close to home Ah. Besides, what kind of shitty major did you apply for—psychology? Can you find a job after graduation? It’s better to study medicine and be a doctor. The job is stable and the social status is high, so it’s easier to find a partner in the future.”

"Mom is doing it for your own good, but I can't watch you go astray." At the end, she added a "golden sentence" that she used frequently, as if she could turn ugly things like plunder and oppression into a high-sounding one.

She squinted at Hua Zui, thinking that the child would cry and complain a few times at most, and then she would be obedient and obedient as always.

That’s right, those well-meaning parents bound their daughter’s feet so that she could marry a rich family in the future, and have no worries about food and clothing, for her own good; those well-meaning parents sent their children to the net-abstaining school so that they would not be addicted to the Internet. Playing in nothingness is for the bright future and for his own good; those parents who cut off the child's wings and domesticate the child into a standardized mold without personality are for his to integrate into society and for his own good.

In fact, people will not have any emotional reactions under extreme disappointment.The mouse that was tied up and shocked died after being pulled in the ice bucket a few times - because its autonomic nervous system had long since died and succumbed to its unfortunate fate.Those mice that escaped freely during the electric shock struggled for a full three hours, and died angrily after exhaustion.

And the belief that supports Hua Zui, the little mouse, who is struggling constantly, the obsession to leave here, and the desire to read a profession that he likes——

Broken on this day.Thoroughly.

Someone takes something you treasure, plays with it, stomps it in the mud, and taunts you that it's worthless.

Hua Zui lowered her head and looked at her own toes. In the midst of extreme sadness and powerless resentment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.She bit her lip and heard herself say in a numb tone: "Okay, Mom. I see."

In the middle of the night, the torrential rain beat on the window sill, and the wind violently pushed the window open, sweeping across the entire room, startling the girl curled up in the corner.Her eyes were red, but there were no tears, her whole body was twitching, and the sadness and anger hidden in her body quietly woke up in this quiet night, as if she was lighting a sky lantern, burning every inch of her drunken flesh, Bones, lungs.

Contrary to the scorching heat on her body, her heart was as cold as ashes, like a wilderness after the sky was scorched by fire, lifeless.Her upper and lower teeth were shaking non-stop, her body felt weak and her eyes turned black.She touched her forehead, it was extremely hot, maybe it was over 40 degrees, it was hard to say.Compared with the strength and forbearance when she still gritted her teeth and made papers with a high fever of 39.5°, Hua Zui had the idea of ​​letting this endless fire burn herself for the first time.

Under the catalysis of this high fever and hatred, a certain instinct that seems to be engraved in the genes quietly awakens - to hunt, the neck of a person who looks strong is also fragile, as long as the silver blade in his hand cuts down, splashes And the arterial blood that comes out can splatter the ceiling.If you kill her, you won't have to suffer those shackles; if you kill her, you won't have to endure those insults again.Kill her, kill her and you will be free.

All things are born to support man, and man has nothing to respect the sky.Kill kill kill kill kill! *

She took out the dull blade under the pillow and sharpened it with the whetstone on the key.Until the blade becomes like a barely visible thin line.The dim and old street lamp shone through the layers of rain curtains in this house, and Hua Zui stood outside her mother's closed door for a long time with the sharpened blade in her hand.

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