Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Smiling ironically, he didn't make a sound.

"Of course, not yet." He nimbly stood up from his seat and fetched a pot of water for me to drink. "You have to drink some water." He half-closed his eyes and opened his mouth to make a sound of "ah" to me, It’s like teaching a mentally handicapped child. Seeing that I have not cooperated for a long time, he withdrew his hand and shrugged. I thought he had given up and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly squeezed my cheeks and forced water into my closed teeth. The cold water Because the disobedience spilled from my chin to my chest, my cheeks felt dull pain like being clamped. He kept drinking, ignoring me coughing due to the overload of water, and he refused to stop until the water in the kettle was gone. , throwing the empty water jug ​​on the ground.

"Prescribing medicine is quite boring, since you are always unwilling to obey." He rubbed my face pretendingly, and he said softly, "Let's play a new game. Ah Guang, let's see how long you can bear without begging." I."

I was still coughing loudly, and the discomfort of the water entering the trachea could not be completely eliminated. His words made me raise a new round of vigilance, and soon I realized what he was referring to.I've been stuck in this weird room for a week, isolated from the rest of the world, with this guy running the day-to-day routine, this unreasonable, out-of-the-ordinary lunatic at least not crazy enough to respect the last sliver of privacy I have. , Physiological excretion or bathing is up to me in the bathroom, but I have to wrap a rope around my neck and pull it in his hand far outside the door. Now he is tired of giving in, and he won’t even give me this little freedom—— I never knew that I could hate someone so much, it almost made me think that I should really kill him, but my sanity has not been disconnected. He doesn't care about some things, but it doesn't mean I can do it, once I do If you can't turn back, you should think more about your choice.But I can't wait for him to disappear immediately, really, I rarely have huge mood swings, but he really pissed me off, not only because of the crap about not letting me be free, but my work, friends, colleagues, relatives, Seeing that the elements of my normal identity were reduced one by one by him, I suspect that he hates me enough, otherwise why would he bother with me.

"No one has ever done this to you. Rip off your decency and show your true nature." He still had a smug face, and sat down in front of me with his legs crossed, "Let me see now, are you Would rather wet your pants than ask me for help. Of course, I still have to tie your hands for the latter option."

"You are such a coward." I said sarcastically, "Are you afraid that I will poke your eyes out with my fingers, or that I will break your neck."

"You're not good enough to be free," he, my ex-roommate, forced current roommate, Elo, said with a smile on his face, towering his hands and looking so amiable that he nearly choked me just now die.Then he took out the remote control from nowhere and turned off the projector, and the room returned to darkness, as if the light never existed.In the darkness that I have gradually adapted to in recent days, I recalled my mistakes at that time again. Not long ago, I can completely and clearly follow how my peaceful life has derailed step by step.

I really hate him.

That weird, stupid, repulsive clown.

Round lotus leaf collar, pleated long-sleeved top, wide trousers with curved toes, and a dejected white dress, appearing inappropriately in a brightly lit and laughing amusement park, with a painted face Pale, shoulders drooping, standing under the dark willow tree behind the merry-go-round, holding a few white hydrogen balloons in his hands, and his lips are astonishingly red, almost like a fresh huge cut, he is looking at me, staring at me On the ground, he gestured to cut his throat with his combined palms.

Elo also looked at me, clapped his hands, and the crisp clapping sound expanded in the empty room, and said happily: "I haven't given you a question today."

His crappy homemade riddles.

I still ignored it, but in order to get my attention back, Elo put his arm around my neck for a week, and half-lyed on my shoulder to write the question, so that I could not hear clearly, he muttered: "Cut it , two or zero. Guess, dear!"

I say his riddles are lame not out of venting anger, but to clarify the facts. The words are beautiful and novel. He does not take advantage of it. It is completely amateurish. The questions are mysterious and the answers are deliberately set. I never get tired of it.

I cursed in my heart, too smart not to say it out loud, this lunatic usually has a playful smile on his face, but I don’t know what event triggers him to turn his face suddenly. For the time being, I don’t have the idea of ​​dying.

"Is it Bubbles?" I guessed absently.

"No—yes—" he drawled.

"watermelon."

"Not at all."

I talked nonsense, and I just said what came to my mind. I didn’t think about it, so of course I didn’t have a decent answer. Elo rejected me one by one. He was quite patient, and finally gave me half an hour of thinking during my bargaining. Time, this time is long enough, he did not agree too happily, nor too hesitantly, the length of time is not in his concept, as long as his interests are satisfied, I finally have a gap to breathe.

Oddly, like falling down a bloody version of the rabbit hole, my life took a nosedive and I couldn't get out of this situation, and I don't blame anyone but Ello.Maybe add a Wu Ji.He shouldn't have asked me to find a roommate for myself. I live pretty well by myself, if it wasn't for him to ask me to have some "human touch". "Find a roommate, it will help you." Wu Ji said.He didn't know that the words killed himself.

The most important thing is to blame Elo.

This unlucky third world.

The author has something to say:

Ah, it's a new world. Sure enough, everything is difficult at the beginning. If you don't write Chapter 1 for a long time, it will always lead to cooing.I originally wanted to be more intense at the beginning but I couldn't do it, so... take your time.Hey.

43. Pierrot 02

April 7

Upost is always wet.There are 360 ​​days a year, and there are more than 130 days of rain. When there is no precipitation, the sun seldom comes out. Most of the time it is hidden behind thick lead gray clouds, and it is foggy. At first glance, the whole city seems to be always It is caged in a layer of gray mist, making it hard to tell whether it is a natural phenomenon or a legacy of industrial pollution.

Speaking of which, it flourished for a period of time. At that time, the area was rich in mineral resources, and many factories were built on the basis of mineral resources. A row of chimneys pointed straight into the sky, and black or white smoke was emitted into the air day and night. Regardless of environmental issues, the economy has indeed taken off for a while, and its GDP ranks among the top among cities in the country, and the city is becoming more and more beautiful.However, the minerals will always be exhausted, just like the clients who leave the old and decrepit wandering girls, the factories have to find another location.The city’s economic pillars have fallen in the middle of its construction, like a fish with half its scales removed. Some high-rise buildings are lined up in rows of bright and beautiful, and some are bloody and bare. They are old and dilapidated houses, which are not too different from being reduced to slums. Those low houses that have not been built are scattered everywhere, as if the whole city is suffering from alopecia areata. Because the rent is cheap, although the equipment is a bit poor, it is convenient for the bottom people to live in rent.Without the support of heavy industry, Wuyou had to look for other developments in the service industry, tourism, etc. Fortunately, the transformation was successful, and the city was steadily under construction, but in general it was still in decline and lost its former glory.

I've gotten used to having an extra life experience with every night I sleep.The new name is Yin Yingguang, well-behaved, just like a new life.Born in an ordinary middle-class family, I can’t be said to be very rich. I don’t have to worry too much about daily necessities. My parents didn’t interfere with my choice of major in college. He worked as a reporter for the social section of Lihua Daily, which has some influence in the local area.Due to the rapid development of the entertainment industry in recent years, people are looking for ways to have fun, the sales of print media have declined, the size of the newspaper has been reduced, and the number of employees is far less than in the glory days.I was assigned to the social section. In fact, the scope of my work is rather vague. I can write about sports events, anecdotes, celebrity entertainment, and very occasionally criminal cases. However, homicides are rare after all, and most of them are petty crimes. Recently, the most worthwhile writing is nothing more than incidents such as the unequal distribution of loot by a small thief who reports his accomplices to the police station.As for important political news, conferences, and major social issues, Liberty's elite reporters are in charge, which is not enough for me, a half-term member who has just joined the company for a year.

Sometimes it’s Ryoko, sometimes it’s Xiuichi, or the two haunt my thoughts together, especially at the beginning whenever I can’t remember where I put things, or when I always feel that there is something I haven’t done but I don’t know what it is, I habitually I think of Ryoko, and then I remember that she is not with me, no one knows everything about me like her, so I can only do and make mistakes by myself, this is what should be, but it is inevitable after I have been with her for a long time a kind of inertia.I am secretly vigilant, and I must not take anyone's existence for granted and rely too much on it.And the longer I stay in this world, the less I think about them. As Ji Heyan, the emotions and deeds I have experienced are put in the forgotten column. Even if I can still remember the people I get along with day and night, the specific deeds have been blurred. Now I am very good at forgetting. , After three or two years, most of the faces and names of the classmates at the time can’t be remembered. The books and movies I’ve read, the memory of the content soon faded, and only the mood when I watched it remained. For this, I don’t know. Too much thought is a bad thing.If I go to sleep every night from now on, I have to suffer from this