madness

Canna, the blood from Buddha's toe.

It dangled outside the window, the hazy and viscous bright red reflected in the gray vision.

Like a dying ghost.

For a period of time, Tang Hong's killing intent was unmistakable, until the doorbell rang inappropriately.

It sounded quickly and long.

Tang Hong, who was originally calm, gradually became impatient because of the noise.

"Teacher Tang." The dark-skinned farmer blushed at Tang Hong, as if he had done something wrong, showing an embarrassed and shy expression, and he whispered, "Your cat always runs to eat cured fish." , that’s not going to work, those fish have to be dried and eaten.”

He noticed that Tang Hong, who came to open the door, seemed short of breath, his face was flushed, and his cuffs were not buttoned tightly as usual, but were unbuttoned to his elbows.

After a while, the other party seemed to finally realize what he was talking about, his eyes gradually became focused, and Tang Hong smiled slowly and as always.

"Ah, that's it, our family Qiqi is causing trouble again, it is always too naughty."

The red banknotes taken out of the wallet were stuffed into the farmer's hand. The too large denomination made him subconsciously want to refuse, and pushed the banknotes back.

"No, Teacher Tang, this is too much money."

During the dispute, he keenly heard some abnormal noises from the locked door not far away. When the man wanted to ask, he only saw Tang Hong's eyes hidden in the well-wiped door. behind the glasses.

Probably because of the dark sky.

Those eyes looked a little cold.

"what happened?"

The other party smiled and asked, holding the man's arm tightly.

"No...no, nothing."

Tang Hong's hands were also cold, and had an unusual, damp and cold smell.

This reminds the man of Li Si who froze to death in the crop field.

That winter, there was a rare heavy snow, which froze many stray dogs to death. It was not until spring, when all the snow melted into water, that Li Si's body was found in the deserted crop field.

People from the Public Security Bureau also came, and the final investigation result was that Li Si collapsed in the crop field after being drunk, and happened to encounter heavy snow, so he died there so quietly.

The same wet, chilly, rotten smell.

"I go first."

The unexplained panic made him subconsciously evade. Human beings always have incredible intuition and action in avoiding danger.

He didn't even dare to look into the other's eyes, but turned his head hastily.

"I won't bother you, Teacher Tang."

It wasn't until the door in front of him was completely closed that it was tightly seamed and no light could be seen, the slippery and cheap smile on Tang Hong's face that seemed to float on the surface faded away.

Qi Qi came into the room from the courtyard, lay down on the ground and stretched ignorantly.

Tang Hong turned around and walked into the bathroom not far away. He even had the leisure to rearrange his hairstyle and eyebrows before walking to the door unhurriedly and took out the key.

Sometimes waiting will make people look forward to the next process even more.

He opened the door.

Su Zhiyun, who was tightly bound by ropes, curled up on the ground, his hair was soaked in sweat, and the eyelashes of his eyes were trembling and flickering.

"Did you wait for the teacher obediently?"

Tang Hong likes Su Zhiyun's eyes the most. The boy himself is not particularly handsome. The overall feeling of thinness and lightness comes from his small frame that does not pile up flesh. Most of the beauty and surprise come from his eyes.

Especially those eyes are always straightforward and unabashedly revealing the owner's mood.

This point of purity and frankness is particularly lovely to Tang Hong.

It's just that those eyes still refused to look at him now, which made Tang Hong a little worried. From the beginning, the other party didn't show very strong emotions.

Whether the timidity or the shock, they were all hidden behind the tightly closed eyelids.

Timely resistance will make the process more ups and downs.

So Tang Hong changed his mind again, he grabbed Su Zhiyun's hair tightly, lifted him up and dragged him all the way to the living room.

He was pulled up suddenly, and thrown on the floor mercilessly.

Tang Hong watched Su Zhiyun condescendingly.

The white cat was pinched by the back of the neck and thrown in front of Su Zhiyun. To facilitate the other party's movements, Tang Hong even helped him hold the kitten's back.

He untied the rope that tightly bound Su Zhiyun's wrist, and handed over a fruit knife with a calm tone.

"Kill it."

Su Zhiyun didn't move, he didn't even look at the knife in Tang Hong's hand.

"You know what I'm talking about, kill it, and I'll let you go back."

"Or, do you want to kill me?"

Tang Hong clenched Su Zhiyun's hand, and the blade pressed against his chest.

The man wearing glasses still had a smiling expression, and he called Su Zhiyun a good boy in that coaxing, sweet tone.

"It's okay, good boy, as long as you want to do it, you can do it."

Su Zhiyun shuddered all over, felt a bit chilly, and broke free from his hand suddenly.

The fruit knife fell to the ground with a "click".

The white cat also just escaped from Tang Hong's palm, and was licking his own palm with his head down. The pads were pink.

Tang Hong leaned against the wall beside him, waiting patiently.

Su Zhiyun picked up the fruit knife on the ground and walked over.

Looking at the huge shadow covering her, Qiqi meowed.

……

Su Zhiyun washed his hands on the sink, rubbing until his fingers were red, and the wound hurt from the cold water, and it took a long time for his grandfather's voice to reach his ears.

The young man pulled on his slippers and sat at the dining table.

Looking more reticent than ever.

The weather is too hot in summer, which makes people lose their appetite, so the Li family made mung bean soup together, and put it in the refrigerator to chill it.

The rustle is sweet, boiled very sticky, and put a lot of sugar.

In the middle of eating, grandma seemed to think of something again, and brought a chocolate mousse cake from the refrigerator.

"This is made by Teacher Tang. I haven't eaten it since I delivered it this morning. You should try it, Yunzi."

Su Zhiyun's hand holding the chopsticks began to tremble unconsciously. He stood up and left the table in a hurry.

"Don't eat it? You haven't had a few sips of this mung bean soup yet."

Grandma's voice became smaller and smaller, and was finally completely blocked by the door.

Su Zhiyun heard her continue to complain to Grandpa at the dinner table that Xiao Hua was arguing with him about buying a frog toy, but in fact, her tone was a bit ostentatious.

Old people always feel that being needed by children is a happy thing.

Su Zhiyun has grown up and cannot make them feel needed.

There was no light in the room, and it was drowsy. Su Zhiyun looked at everything like a corpse curled up in a corner. The voice in his ears was deafening, and the white cat screamed horribly before it died.

"It's noisy."

Su Zhiyun muttered to himself and covered his ears. His arms and the back of his hands were covered with bright bloodstains scratched by sharp claws. They were narrow and winding in the night, like crescent moons.

It's raining again today, tick tock.

It was like the blood flowing from the white cat with a broken neck, gurgling.

Tang Hong put good medicine on the back of Su Zhiyun's hands and arms, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and said softly in an infinitely tender tone - "Remember to come to the teacher's class tomorrow."

"Aren't you afraid that I will tell others?"

"Don't be afraid." Tang Hong touched Su Zhiyun's ear: "No one will believe you."

He didn't want to think so much, tiredness made Su Zhiyun climb into bed early, he covered his head with the quilt, curled up like a fetus in the mother's womb.

……

"Don't want to go to class?"

Grandparents looked surprised.

"Why? Didn't you always like Teacher Tang?"

Xiaohua ran around the living room with bare feet, touching the bead curtain for a while, and jumping up to reach the edge of the door for a while, Su Zhiyun's voice became softer and weaker amidst the sound of footsteps all over the room.

"No original, just don't want to go."

"You have to give me a reason, Yunzi, do you know that this is a rare opportunity, how many children in the town are desperate to get into Teacher Tang Hong's school, but they don't have that chance!"

Su Zhiyun said nothing.

Grandma seemed to want to say something more, but grandpa stopped her, as if she understood clearly.

"Forget it, since he doesn't want to go, then he won't go."

Grandma expressed her disapproval: "How can this work?"

"Old woman, my grandson has already said that he doesn't want to go. Are you going to force him to go? It's not sweet to force him to go. Learning still depends on whether you have the willingness or not."

"Then what about Teacher Tang?"

Grandpa was wearing a white vest, exhaled a puff of hazy smoke, and glanced at Su Zhiyun who was eating with his head down: "I'll just go and talk."

So grandma stopped talking, as if she couldn't find a reason to refuse.

In the past few days, Su Zhiyun has spread a mat under the tree in the yard, and when he has nothing to do in the afternoon, he will read and write on the mat.

Xiao Hua made new friends recently, she was so busy that she didn't touch the ground, she ate two mouthfuls of food and ran out in a hurry.

Everything seemed peaceful.

"Grandma, have you seen my necklace?"

Su Zhiyun rummaged through the boxes and cabinets but couldn't find the silver necklace.

"Is it that birthday present your mother bought you earlier?"

Grandma raised her head from the tub and thought about it.

"I seem to have seen Xiaohua take it out this morning."

Xiao Hua was still very happy when she came back in the evening, humming a song all the time, and a bracelet with fine beads was added to her white and tender wrist.

"Xiao Hua, did you trade my necklace for someone else?"

Unknown why, Xiao Hua still had a smile on her face: "Yes."

Su Zhiyun's tone suddenly dropped.

"Who did you give it to?"

Xiaohua still didn't understand why Su Zhiyun's face suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, so she said ignorantly, "I gave it to a new friend."

"Clap" sounded.

With a loud slap, Su Zhiyun gritted his teeth.

"Did I teach you that taking something without asking is stealing!"

After a while, Xiaohua gradually realized that tears poured out of her eyes, but she neither yelled nor cried hysterically.

Just standing there quietly crying.

The ice cream in Xiaohua's hand melted, and sugar water dripped down.

Su Zhiyun took a few steps back in silence, covering his painful head.

He realized that since the day Qiqi died, he had inevitably slipped to the edge of losing control.

Grandma knocked on the door at night and asked Xiao Hua to have dinner, but no matter how much she persuaded her, Xiao Hua refused.

"What's going on here?"

Su Zhiyun plucked the rice from the rice a few times, and told the story of the future in silence.

"How can you beat Xiaohua?"

Grandpa also taunted Su Zhiyun in a condemning tone.

"Even if Xiaohua loses your necklace, you should talk about it well. How can you hit someone casually, and Xiaohua is so young, how can she know what stealing is?"

Su Zhiyun remained silent.

The next day, grandma knocked on the door in the morning and found that Xiao Hua was not in the room, and she was not found in the room until noon.

Only then did everyone panic.

A week later, there was news of Xiao Hua.

A strangled kitten lay on a hillside covered with dandelions.

The canna is the blood from the Buddha's toe.

Very bright red.

Li Yanjiao fainted after arriving at the scene.

Xiao Hua held a silver necklace in her soft, cold hand.

Staring at the torn body, Su Zhiyun felt a dull pain in the depths of his eyeballs.

He finally collapsed with tinnitus and headache.

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