madness

In the corner grew a frail, snow-white dodder.

Gu Zehuan stared at it for a long time.

Yan Zilan stretched out her hand during the rainy season, and wrapped it around the top of Gu Zehuan's head. Her palm was warm and soft, like white cotton that had just been exposed to the sun, fragrant and fluffy.

"Mom forgot to bring an umbrella, and let our baby Huanzai get caught in the rain."

Her tone is soft and innocent. When mothers face children, they always go back to their childhood, unconsciously adopting an innocent and romantic tone like coaxing small animals, exhausting those cute adjectives that they think will never be mentioned again in the rest of their lives. with modal particles.

There are big hydrangeas blooming on the side of the road, and the faint misty blue is covered by the fine rain and mist, and there is a scent of braised pork ribs under the eaves.

The landlady on the ground floor was arguing with her husband.

Gu Zehuan looked at it for a while, and then his ears were covered.

The red-faced two people were reflected in his eyes, and some vague wind sounds, wrapped in some fierce words, passed through the fingers.

Gu Zehuan asked: "Why does the landlady prefer to quarrel every day rather than separate from him?"

There was a layer of crystal clear water droplets on the tip of mother's hair. She patted her hair, and the water droplets fell down like the wings of an elf.

"Reluctant, so even if it is a quarrel, I am reluctant to separate."

Gu Zehuan took a step up the stairs, turned to look at the tearful landlady under the eaves, the tear stains on the other's cheeks were like the meandering traces of slugs crawling across the skin.

"Isn't that a bad thing?"

Mother's black bright leather high-heeled shoes stepped on the concrete floor and made a "click".

"Everyone is different, just like Huanzai likes to eat watermelon, and mother likes to eat peaches, maybe for the landlady, this is not so bad."

Gu Zehuan asked again: "Then what is the worst situation for mother?"

Yan Zilan thought for a while, and then said: "I can't live with dignity."

……

Gu Zehuan and his mother walked on the road together, looking at each other silently along the way.

The rainy season in summer is hot and long, engulfing people in a sea of ​​hot steam, without seeing the sun for a long time, and the clothes to be dried have a musty smell, as if they are about to grow colorful scars.

It was still raining, hitting the black umbrella surface with crackling noises.

Yan Zilan looked tired, the high pressure for many days made her temples grow a little gray hair.

She is no longer young, like a flower that is gradually drying up and withering, it has become no longer vigorous, even in the face of her son who has not seen her for many days, she is taciturn and expressive.

Her emotions were completely overdrawn when dealing with Lin Sisi's biological mother a few days ago, and she couldn't tell anything else.

That middle-aged woman who had been domineering for half her life and all her relatives rushed into Lin Yuan's four houses aggressively to ask Yan Zilan for an explanation. Her words were extremely humiliating, and she even smashed everything in the family to pieces.

Lin Yuansi hurried home after receiving the neighbor's news. The middle-aged woman had already died down and walked away, leaving only Yan Zilan in ragged clothes and disheveled hair sitting slumped in the mess.

The quarreling and tearing of adults usually has nothing to do with beauty, and some are just extremely ugly and rude. They like to bully individual individuals in groups, and follow up with lengthy flogging and humiliation .

Yan Zilan's blouse and skirt were torn, and her slack breasts were exposed from the lace underwear with one shoulder strap broken, with a bit of woman's spittle on it, and a large piece of her hair was pulled out, revealing blood spots His scalp was bluish white, and there were various bloody scratches and bruises all over his arms and thighs.

There was only a branch of tuberose that Lin Yuansi raised in his hand, and a piece of it was cut off, and the petals curled up and fell off.

Tuberose was the flower the two of them planted when they first established their relationship.

Lin Yuansi relaxed his movements, found a towel from the closet and put it on Yan Zilan's body, Yan Zilan shivered in his arms, and murmured softly and repeatedly: "Why? Why did you become like this? "

She is a person who can't even learn to quarrel with Quejin Shaoliang hawkers in the vegetable market. Even when the landlord used various names to take advantage of her, she just silently endured it and dared not lose her temper.

The most daring and outrageous thing Yan Zilan has ever done was to insist on giving birth to Gu Zehuan despite her advice.

Even though she had suffered countless times because of this before, it was the first time that Yan Zilan felt trembling so clearly and distinctly that even her eyelashes trembled unconsciously.

All pride and decency were shattered in the beastly fight just now. What the middle-aged woman stripped naked in public was not only her clothes, but also her spirit, and even her entire decades of life. , She Ling Chi raped her soul, forcing her to admit in front of everyone that she was a vicious, hopeless bitch.

In the overwhelming pain, Yan Zilan regressed into a newly conceived newborn in her mother's womb, naked and turned into burnt ashes in the venomous sunlight with nowhere to hide.

Lin Yuansi tried to help her pick it up, but Yan Zilan's teeth were chattering, and his spirit was only tired after experiencing too much pain.

Can't even shed tears.

"Next Monday is Sisi's funeral."

Yan Zilan pulled up her broken cuffs, her eyes were flushed, and her voice was calm.

Lin Yuansi noticed it: "What's wrong?"

"They want Gu Zehuan to come to the funeral as well."

……

Gu Zehuan put away the umbrella, and the two sat in the back seat of the taxi. After Yan Zilan reported the address, she stopped talking and looked at the street view outside the window without saying a word.

It seemed that the previous phone call had used up all her tone and patience.

The umbrella was still dripping down into the water.

Yan Zilan was wearing a high-necked top and a long black skirt, which made her skin as impersonally white as frost and snow. She wore a headband and a round pearl on her ear. very decent.

The driver seemed to have sensed the weird atmosphere between the two of them, so he reached out and quietly turned on the radio.

The host on the channel has a sweet voice, introducing letters from the audience.

"This audience is a recent college entrance examination candidate from Beijing. In her letter, she expressed her dissatisfaction with the topic of the college entrance examination..."

Yan Zilan took out a folded black cuff and white plain flowers from her bag, and handed them to Gu Zehuan: "Don't say anything when you get there, just wait quietly."

"No matter what anyone tells you, don't pay attention to it, and don't talk back."

It's only half an hour away from the funeral home, Gu Zehuan fastened his cuffs and plain flowers, picked up his umbrella and got out of the car, Yan Zilan took a look at his attire and frowned slightly: "Why are you wearing orange? "

Gu Zehuan said: "The white clothes have been washed."

"Do you only have one white dress? And the shoes are dirty and old? Can't you change a pair?"

Yan Zilan has a bad tone.

Gu Zehuan said, "Yes."

So Yan Zilan stopped talking, all the voices were stuck in her throat and flowed back, and the two of them fell silent suddenly.

It was Gu Zehuan who spoke first: "Let's go, it's raining."

Gu Zehuan was born very tall, just like his father, he held up an umbrella, and easily put Yan Zilan under the umbrella, covering her tightly.

A lot of people had already gathered in front of the funeral home, Yan Zilan found Hall No. [-], answered the phone and walked in, Gu Zehuan was still putting away her umbrella under the eaves.

"The laces are unraveled."

A kind passerby who passed by patted Gu Zehuan on the shoulder.

The loose white shoelaces were blackened by the dirty water, Gu Zehuan looked down for a while, and found that it was indeed very dirty and old.

It was only after this that Yan Zilan realized that Gu Zehuan was gone, and turned around to see him squatting on the ground to tie his shoelaces.

Wet, dirty shoelaces, stained fingers.

Yan Zilan walked over, bent down subconsciously to help Gu Zehuan tie his shoelaces: "Didn't I teach you to tie your shoelaces before? It's easy for you to tie them like this..."

Gu Zehuan took a step back, avoiding Yan Zilan's hand, and spoke calmly.

"The funeral is about to begin, hurry up and go in."

Yan Zilan's fingers stopped in mid-air, and the fingertips trembled unconsciously.

After another half hour, she finally responded: "Understood."

In the middle of the funeral, Lin Sisi's biological mother arrived late with a group of relatives, all of whom were not light in stature. They didn't seem to be here for the funeral, but rather for a fight.

Strange to say, Lin Sisi didn't look like her biological mother, but rather resembled her biological father, but the sharpness between her eyebrows and eyes looked a bit like her mother's.

The woman was neither fat nor old, her figure could even be considered slim, her facial features were all sharp angles, hooked up like a fox, she was very shrewd.

"Where is Yan Zilan?"

Lin Yuansi heard the sound, came to the woman and lowered his voice: "What do you want to bring so many people here, today is Sisi's funeral, do you want to make a fuss so that she will not be at peace even if she is buried in the ground?"

"Lin Yuansi, what qualifications do you have to be called Sisi?"

The woman raised her hand and was slapped.

Everyone was shocked.

She showed clear hatred: "I handed Sisi into your hands, what did you do? How did you become a father? For such a bitch, you don't even care about your daughter's life!"

"Listen up, everyone! Come here to comment! This woman, Yan Zilan, deliberately abused my daughter in order to fight for my ex-husband's property, causing my daughter to suffer from depression at a young age, and let her son seduce me Daughter, instigate my daughter to commit suicide!"

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Lin Yuansi couldn't bear it anymore, but several strong men brought by the woman grabbed his hands and feet.

"Are you crazy! Li Jinjin! Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I didn't lie! Sisi told me all about it in the text message! If she dies, it will be Gu Zehuan's fault!"

There was an uproar all of a sudden, and a gust of wind blew in from the large open hall. Hydrangeas were planted in the flower bed in front of the funeral parlor, but after the flowering season, they no longer bloomed, leaving only a hazy green, caged in misty rain.

The woman walked up to Gu Zehuan, slapped Gu Zehuan without hesitation, turned his head away, squinted at him with an arrogant and contemptuous gaze, and uttered a few words: "The little bitch born brute."

Gu Zehuan was pushed down to the ground by several people who swarmed up, and tasted a bit of fishy smell in his broken mouth.

The funeral was messed up again, Yan Zilan looked at everything around her, and finally knelt down slowly on the ground.

His forehead hit the cold floor, making a muffled sound.

"sorry."

All of a sudden, everything was silent, and a needle could be heard falling.

"sorry."

"sorry."

Gu Zehuan was stuck on the cold floor, and saw Yan Zilan's hair tie fell off, revealing a bluish-white scalp on her forehead, and her forehead left meandering bloodstains on the cold floor.

"sorry."

The heart is beating, noisy, and pounding.

The atrocities did not stop. Gu Zehuan could feel the pain, smell the rust, and hear people making noise, making noise, stopping, and calling the police.

The dirty water from people's feet dripped onto his cheeks, and the yellow and white chrysanthemums fell to the ground, wet.

There is a bitter, damp aroma in the air.

He raised his eyes and saw that the misty blue hydrangeas outside the window were dead.

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