Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Bugs, my mother's home, and my father's temporary residence, he still lives in his lover's empty house, like a pet that has lost its owner, whenever a call comes, it is both joyful and panicked, and hastily picks up the phone, lest It's a call from a lover.I have been with him all my life, and I have never heard him have such a tone of worrying about gains and losses.They didn't mention me separately, only when they met and had a dispute, my name burst out from between their lips and teeth like a sharp sword, and was used as a tool for attacking each other.They quarreled and were suspicious, and the father didn't dare to ask too much what the mother had done to her lover, for fear that she would act violently, while the mother cried every night, gnashing her teeth and cursing the pair of men and women who trampled on her feelings in her sleep.

I couldn't stop Elo from churning out vicious postcards with gusto, all in my poor mother's handwriting, who could think of a tricky way of getting anything he wanted.

Once, Elo asked me to close my eyes and paint my face with paint.I breathed long and flatly, felt his strokes softly and swiftly from eyebrows, eyes to lips, and he said sweet words about "you are unique" in my ear, which always made me wonder why he didn't feel that Mushy.

My parents, or my parents in this life, respect each other as guests and have a tacit understanding. One person often says the first sentence, and the other can follow the next sentence. They are familiar with each other. This should be the ideal marriage for many people, but some key points It has been a long time before a consensus has been reached.When the father said he loved his mother, his love tended to be a kind of fictitious deception many times, because he could still love others to the same degree; There is no reason.Maybe love is so cruel and sharp, and those who talk about patience and tolerance are deceiving each other.

"Okay." He said, standing the small mirror in front of me for me to look at, I was ready to paint my face in a mess, but he didn't use too fancy paint, just painted my face white, black The eyebrows are curved, there is a lozenge under the eyes, one side is orange, the other side is black, and there are black dots on each cheek.A funny and cheerful face.

"Just smile," he said.

I tugged at the corners of my mouth, and the ink dots on both sides spread out like laughing holes.

Elo hugged me from behind and said, "Be a happy clown. Be Pierrot's friend."

In his crazy way, maybe he is in love with me, but I can't feel it.My actions are all what I think should be right. There is no death, life is just a constant loss and cycle. I have experienced so many deaths and have not really tasted the taste of life. This is quite ironic.

Two days later he sent out the final package, the sender and the delivery person were both Elo, and the recipient was replaced by my father whom I knew nothing about.The item sent was a cryopreserved head, with a lifelike face and a hideous incision, and the pair of melancholy and fragile eyes were tightly closed, like a dried flower whose roots had been cut off.There was also a card sprinkled with perfume as an invitation letter, and the smell was most familiar to my father. Since he gave it to my mother once, she has not liked to use other perfumes since then.

Not long after, Elo sat on the floor beside me in his arms and invited me to enjoy a horror show together.

It was really cold in November, and he pressed his fingers back and forth on the remote control, "I've been waiting for this day for too long." He chose again and again, and finally found a satisfactory camera position to clearly see the scene in front of my house.

——My father pressed the doorbell embarrassingly. The key was in his pocket outside the door of the house where he had lived for more than ten years.

The mother wore an apron and opened the door from the inside, with a slight smile on her perennially cold face, she greeted gently, and the father agreed to enter the door.

"Okay, Act Two," Elo mutters to himself, cutting to the interior.

"The meal will be ready in a while." The mother said lightly, and turned her back to the kitchen.

My father was waiting at the table for dinner, and as I had been accustomed to for many years, the two of us chatted about the past, many of which were before I was born, and I didn't even know about it.I listened quietly, and because Elo was bored, he pulled me and whispered, "Did you notice?"

"what?"

"Your mother wasn't surprised to see him at all."

Both of them were as calm as water, like the surface of a deep pool, no one could see the danger hidden beneath it at this moment.

"Curious?" he asked. "It will be a bit of a disappointment, but if you want to know, I can tell you in advance."

I am silent.

He touched my forehead affectionately, "I really have nothing to do with you. If you don't ask, I will take the initiative to say. Although you didn't see it, I sent two invitation letters back then. I wrote it to my father, with hatred and horror. ;to a mother, begging her to forgive her new love, and how it grows every day. Ah, have you not heard that phrase?' Jealousy, is a green-eyed monster, whose sacrifice is his Playin'." Ello turned to the screen, "Look, they're serving dinner, honey, are you hungry?"

How can I have an appetite.

It’s not all clear here, Elo has surrounded me step by step, making me lose almost all the options of normal life, and he will destroy all the deepest connections I have with this world, until he is the only one with a wisp The gossamer binds me.He talked and talked, non-stop, like a shark waiting for a long time to smell the spreading fishy smell.

He pinched the back of my neck forcibly, and explained in a low voice: "Look, he basically doesn't dare to eat the food she cooks, and he just keeps drinking. Look at this posture, he will get drunk soon."

"—Maybe he just wants to get drunk so he can do the next thing."

"I was taken aback. It's not necessary. She just took a small table knife... He was fumbling in his pocket. Guess what's hidden there?"

I stare at the monitor, hoping for the last time that this is not the case, and soon I learn that hope is useless here.

After they finished eating together, the mother put away the plate and turned her back to the father to wash the dishes. He put his hands in his pockets and took a deep breath. His hands were shaking. He had never killed poultry in his life. He was very scared, but This time, he must toughen up to avenge his lover, and save his own life.No hesitation.

Raising the knife with a trembling hand, the mother hummed a rare song to wash and wash, without turning her head once.The purple floral apron with a beige background around her waist was a gift I gave her one year.The father approached slowly, with tears streaming down his face, stabbed the knife into the flesh, and apologized frantically, saying sorry.

The mother turned around holding the sink, with a pain and a cold and strange smile that she tried her best to restrain, she just sat herself down slowly, without saying a word.

— One deceased.

"Are you satisfied?"

Elo frowned, his expression could be called sentimental: "Don't worry."

A few minutes later, the father, who was slumped on the ground with his mother's body in his arms, strangled his throat, gasping for breath in pain, his face turned blue, and he didn't make a sound for a while.

"Your mother used a syringe to inject poison into the wine. Although it looks unopened, it is the most poisonous delicacy." He explained.

"I'm sorry," Elo said apologetically, "I thought I'd been waiting for a long time, but seeing you like this... still makes me feel unexpectedly uncomfortable."

—no one survived.

Since then, I have no connection back in this world.

"Are you okay?" Elo asked worriedly.

I saw him acting like this, and I had nothing else to say except a comment.I called him, "Monster."

Elo looked worried and pitiful: "I'm a monster," he added, squeezing my hands into his own, "but honey, you're a monster too, admit it, admit it Your own difference. Feel the emotion in your chest right now. Is it sadness? Is it pain? I don’t see this from your eyes. Without these ties, you will be as free as I am, and you can go anywhere , you can do anything. You know what? Just realize what you can do, and there's nothing in the world to get in your way."

He put me in his arms, hugged me, comforted me, let me bury my face in his chest, and patted my back peacefully, "Shh, it's okay, you will understand, you still have me. If you are tired Life here, we're far away. I can help you achieve anything you want, but first you have to think, honey, what do you really want?"

So I try to think.

Time seemed longer than ever.My little finger trembled unconsciously, and then I opened my arms to wrap around him.At this moment, I had a wonderful imagination in my mind-maybe long, long ago, I knew how this matter would develop and how it would end when I saw him the first time.And that day will not be long.

62. Pierrot 21 (final)

"Let's go," Elo suggested persistently. "Winter is coming. Let's go south together. The weather is much warmer. While the leaves are falling here, the flowers are still blooming there. We can stay until spring." Go around again."

Last night, the police cars rang outside, I didn't sleep well, and now I can't lift my spirits, I just leaned lazily on the head of the bed, watching him knock down the partitions on the windows to let in the sunlight.Once the room was brightened, it looked new and strange, as if I hadn't been stuck in this place for the past three months without seeing the sun.Satisfied that he had torn down the last knoll on which I rested and would have to fly with him over the marshes without a moment's rest, Arrowman treated me with consideration and tenderness. "You can take your time," Elo said, hanging apple-green curtains on the windows. "My dear, if you can tell