error

"Tan Yue raised his voice slightly and shouted, then softened again, and murmured cowardly: "I just want to ask you...you...why did you want to be with Xia Jun..." At this point, he never Couldn't go on, just stared at me.

"What's none of your business?" I tilted my head, and I could almost feel the corners of my mouth rising unconsciously, full of sarcasm and viciousness.I stared at him in the same way until he lowered his head and dared not look at me anymore.

I have never been close to Tan Yue, even though we live across the street, we have never had much contact with each other due to various reasons.Tan Yue's health is very bad, except for going to school, he lives a life of going out of the gate every day.He and Xia Jun used to be classmates, until half a year ago when their physical condition was very bad, they dropped out of school and stayed at home.

I like energetic people, and for the same reason, I don't like to see such sick people.Even if it wasn't his fault.

The silence in the dark room is terrifying, the eerie ghost and the eerie me confront each other.

"Forget it, I'm leaving." Tan Yue suddenly spoke again, gave me a resentful look, twitched the corners of his mouth sadly, and forced out an uncomfortable smile.I really hate this hypocrisy.

"Yin Yu." He called me, then "Piao" approached, and said: "Xia Jun is not a good person, you have to be careful, I know you don't want to see me all the time, but... I always want to tell you, I like you!"

"..."

The room was quieter and colder than before.I was silent, looked at him probingly, and asked, "Are you gay?"

"I don't know." Tan Yueyi kept that smile, shook his head, and suddenly faded away...he "gone".

I didn't turn on the light, and sat on the head of the bed, looking up at the ceiling, which was not as white as I imagined.The chaotic night sky and muddy dreams, everything is terrible, and I don't even plan to sleep anymore.Tan Yue lived across the street from me, so it turned out that the ambulance was called for him at that time... I didn't expect it at all.

◇Substance abuse, day 18...

After that time, I went to Tan Yue's funeral. At the funeral, Xia Jun sat on the mat not far away and winked at me. I understood that the two of us went out together to find a secluded place... I don't know if this time the conversation was more Are you looking at it too?

Xia Jun: "Damn it! I failed this exam again!" He thought he was casually smoking an afterthought, but his actions were as stupid as they were.

Me: "That's because your IQ is too low."

Xia Jun: "If you don't fucking hit me, you'll feel bad, won't you!" He got angry.

Me: "In addition to hanging 'Mom' on your lips, is your head stuffed with poop?!"

Xia Jun: "Fuck! Are you fucking sick! Have you taken gunpowder?!" He stubbed out his cigarette, as if he wanted to start a fight with me.

Me: "I'm in a bad mood. Don't fucking mess with me." After saying this, I tidied up my black suit and returned to the "three white seats" of the funeral.After Tan Yue's father saw me, he held me and chatted for a long time.

The more we talked, the more we had no friends, and the only peers who spoke a few words were me and Xia Jun.Unlike Xia Jun, I never show off my bad nature, behave like an ordinary person, and I am a neighbor to their family, so they have always regarded me as Tanyue's only friend.

"This child, Yueyue, is so pitiful! Our parents didn't do anything for him at the end of the day, and it's sad to think about it now..." Tan Yue's father and mother wiped their tears, their eyes were red and swollen like peaches.

"He, he likes to lie on the window sill and watch you play football... You said that it would be great if I let him go at that time! It won't make this kid want to go out to play football in the end..."

The scene where the white-haired man sent the black-haired man was so cruel that Tan Yue's mother almost fainted from crying.The atmosphere of the whole funeral was so sad that it seemed that the whole world would be buried together.Tan Yue's soul did not reappear, probably because he couldn't bear to see such a scene.For a moment I felt a kind of jealousy towards him, and the sadder those people were, the more jealous I became.

If one day I die suddenly, who will shed tears before my spirit?

This negative thought lingered for a long time, and despair was like a pair of iron clamps, almost trying to clamp my throat, suffocating unstoppably!

After the funeral, Tan Yue's family quickly finished his funeral affairs, and the cemetery was chosen in a cemetery in the city.I took a look around later, and it was considered a treasured place of geomantic omen.On the tombstone of Tan Yue, the picture is smiling, still the uncomfortable smiling face... "hypocritical kindness"... I think so, I can hardly control myself and want to kick it hard foot.

In the early hours of the night, I remembered that picture again, and I grabbed my hair and slammed it against the wall, those cute little pills were scattered on the table... dizzy, twisted, happy...and, pain.

◇Kleptomania, day 13...

I was wandering aimlessly in the commercial street, passing by pedestrians, parents with children, husband with wife, boyfriend with girlfriend...

Damn world!

If the end of the world in 99 is true, I agree with both hands and feet!

Being bored, I walked through the most crowded places and brought out a black wallet.I ran into the back alley of a restaurant, the sour smell passing through my nostrils.Open the wallet: a credit card, RMB 1000, an ID card, and a business card...

I sat on the ground, the sewage returned to the sewer, a mouse started to gnaw on the toe of my shoe, I kicked it away, maybe because of too much force, the mouse was thrown to the opposite wall Moved.

Disgusting place.

At this moment, Chopin's heroic polonaise should sound, so that I can happily fight and destroy...

It would be better to destroy the world, or, let’s destroy ourselves... I sigh.

Ten one-hundred-yuan banknotes were torn into several pieces in an instant, and I raised my hands to let them fly away slowly.

[At 2:33 p.m., several more police cars appeared on the commercial street. I heard that the director's son was stolen...]

◇Normal life, the 400th day...

Me: "Zhao Boyang, if you put these horrible things in my drawer next time, I will sue my aunt."

Zhao Boyang: "Then you go, and by the way, tell her that the cloisonné was broken when you hit it with a basketball last time, so that you can return Bei Keer's innocence!"

Shell: "Meow~"

◇Reckless sacrifice, day 77...

"From now on, this matter has nothing to do with you in the slightest, have you forgotten? I am the one whose nature cannot be changed... The culprit is none other than me!"

TA looked at me blankly, and then cried for me.

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☆, Black History Trilogy: Clouds and Clouds, Young Floating Life

◎Note: The protagonist has a dark history, has a bland taste, and is obsessed with spiritual cleanliness. If you can't adapt, please avoid it.

◎Relatively obscure, harmless.

"Always keep your mind clear, let your every action follow the principle of justice, and use reason to clarify the complicated changes in the world." -------- Marco Aurelius "Meditations"

[Full of shame and tragedy, full of resentment and parting.Gloomy and gray...]

My body twisted into an abnormal state, I felt uncontrollable trembling, the muscles in my calf began to spasm, and when the pain hit, I began to laugh wildly.

Xia Jun was obviously terrified by my appearance. He looked at me in a daze, and wanted to reach out and turn me over, but my hands were still tightly grasping the railing at the head of the bed, preventing him from pulling me. open.

"What the hell did you take this time? You must be sick!" Xia Jun sat next to me decadently as if he had given up, and quietly watched my body twitch like hysteria.

This is not the first time.

"Get away... get away!" I pushed him away, screamed, reached out to find a small medicine bottle from the drawer of the bedside table, opened it, and wanted to pour it into my mouth.

"You want to die!" Xia Jun snatched the medicine bottle from my hand, he grabbed my shoulder and turned me over.

My eyes turned upside down for a moment, and then I saw many arms stretching downwards on the ceiling... pale and dry.

Xia Jun couldn't see these.

"If you don't want me to die, give me the fucking medicine!" I stood up and rushed to him, fighting with him...

In the dead of night, some things will come out to carnival. The dead are actually not scary, because the living are more cruel and utilitarian.So when those wisps of ghosts who are unwilling to leave and stay here appear before my eyes, I am not afraid. From the beginning, they have no malice.

Maybe it's because I haven't experienced and experienced death, but I'm used to seeing too much death.My reverence and fear for life gradually turned into indifference and numbness.I can't feel their sadness, but I can clearly see their tears.The feeling was so bad it took my breath away until I mentally hanged myself.

At 1 o'clock in the morning, Xia Jun was lying next to me exhausted, with a look of helplessness on his face.His father is on a business trip, so he decided to stay overnight with me.

My drug addiction was relieved and my spirits were high.Originally, I planned to go out for a walk or two, but after looking at my watch for the last time, I gave up the idea.Because there are always things dangling on the streets at this time that I should not have seen or touched...

"You hate me, right?" Xia Jun suddenly asked me such a question.

"No." I glanced at him and couldn't help laughing nervously. In fact, I didn't understand why I behaved like this.

"I hate you," I said.

Xia Jun was taken aback by my answer. Perhaps judging from my performance, I really don't like him very much, and I even hate him a little bit.But he didn't expect that my dissatisfaction with him would be so deep.Actually, otherwise, I would not only hate him, I would hate myself too.

"...Why?" He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, looked at me hesitantly, with an indescribably complicated expression.

"You don't understand my logic." I turned my head and looked out of the window, where an eye suddenly appeared in a gap under the curtain, peeping at us.

"I hate you all. I think." I looked back at him, his eyes were wide open, his lips were tight, his naked upper body had muscular lines and toughness that I didn't have --- This is the result of long-term exercise.

"Have you ever thought that one day you may be destroyed by your own hands?" I had a sudden thought at this time, and I really wanted to tease him.

"Look, you can continue to live your own life, but you hang out with me, you." I pointed at the tip of his nose, "Is there something wrong? Or do you really like to play with me when you have nothing to do?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Xia Jun interrupted what I wanted to say next, he didn't like to think about it.After we both fell silent for a while, he suddenly became serious and asked me:

"Yin Yu, are you gay?"

I'm not, of course I'm not, in fact there's only one reason I'm doing this... His brain won't understand.

"Ha!" I laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and yelled in his ear, "I fucking hate you all!"

Xia Jun didn't speak again, but it seemed that there must be something embarrassing or confusing him.

I didn't need to care about him, so I didn't ask him. However, at that time, I didn't know the question he asked me. If I explained it well, maybe he wouldn't be harmed by me in the future. so miserable...

The so-called rebellion is a very ridiculous thing, what exactly is "rebellion"?Is it a typical delinquent boy like Xia Jun who loves and fights early, smokes and drinks, or is he alive with fear and hostility like me?

There is no definite answer, so this term is useless at all. When you get to the bottom of it, no one is not rebellious, because no one is normal and serious.

On that day, Zhao Boyang came to see me on weekends and holidays, and Xia Jun was there. The two of them knew each other, but their relationship was not very good.

The three of us in junior high school were classmates in the same class.

Zhao Boyang is the class committee member, and his grades are ranked No.1 in the year group. I am an art committee member, and my grades are in the middle. I am the most ordinary existence. Xia Jun is very good at sports. , The three of us got to know each other.

When I was very young, I first lived in my uncle Yin Shaopeng's house, and lived next door to Zhao Boyang. This kid was relatively autistic since he was a child, so I always dragged him around like crazy.Later, from elementary school to junior high school, I have never been separated. I bet that he has almost no other friends except me.

I still remember how excited I was on the first day of the first day of junior high school. Maybe all kids are like this?A group of twos and threes has begun to discuss which girl is more beautiful.Zhao Boyang and Xia Jun were the two people who paid the most attention at that time.

Zhao Boyang looks very fair and elegant, and students and teachers with good grades will like him, so his success is very reasonable.But Xia Jun's focus is different. No one will like a violent person who hurt his classmates on the first day of school, but some people will remember it.

I sent away a group of female classmates by Zhao Boyang's side, and I was somewhat jealous of his popularity, so from then on, I began to hope that this kid would just be as young as me, so good or bad, Can I be better than him in interpersonal communication?

One day, the three of us who were completely different from junior high school had an intersection.Xia Jun seems to have lowered the average grade, so the class teacher specially asked Zhao Boyang, who is the class committee member, to "help the students".

"You can teach him for me, I don't want to go." Zhao Boyang said at the time.

"Eh? Why? Aren't you the best teacher?" I teased him.

"I have to review for the exam next week, so I don't have time to waste time on him." Zhao Boyang pointed at Xia Jun who was sitting in the last row with his chin, and said, "Anyway, that's what he is, and I don't want to do it." It's useless for others to whip them with a whip."

That's how I became Xia Jun's "tutor".

Uh... But I didn't teach him anything from the beginning to the end, I just cared about playing.

So Xia Jun's grades are still the same, playing truant and fighting every day, becoming one of the outstanding students in our school.Zhao Boyang continued to work on his heavy No.1, and I continued to stare at the playground outside the window in a daze. Occasionally, when someone remembered me, I would organize cultural activities and have class meetings... Life is boring and boring.

Then one day Xia Jun suddenly remembered me as a "tutor" and Zhao Boyang, a "quasi-tutor" who refused to "help" him.He found fault as if he had taken the wrong medicine that day, and Zhao Boyang was punched. I stood aside and watched, but I felt that I was waiting to see Xia Jun.

But my good friend was beaten, I can't just sit idly by, no, I have no choice but to give Xia Jun a hard time...

I hate violence the most. Why would one person beat another?

Xia Jun was still unconscious when he was dragged by Zhao Boyang and me to a nearby warehouse.

I clearly remember our conversation going like this:

Zhao Boyang: "Why did you hit him with a brick?"

Me: "It hurts so much to beat with my hands, besides, I never hit people with my hands!"

Zhao Boyang: "Then you still hit him?"

Me: "You said you, didn't I see that you were beaten and suffered!"

Zhao Boyang: "What if you beat him to death?"

Me: "Well... that's it... let's tear him down and throw him into the East Lake..."

I was talking about how to deal with Xia Jun, and then Xia Jun woke up.

"Fuck you! Your hands are so black!" This was the first thing he said when he woke up.

I knelt down and looked at the blood on his face, thinking that he was really beaten.Later, when he got acquainted with it, he proudly told me that it was all 'trained' by his father!

From then on, Zhao Boyang met Xia Jun, and Xia Jun also met Zhao Boyang. They looked at each other and hated each other, but I didn't hate him very much at that time.

The stage of the high school entrance examination is coming soon, Xia Jun also started reading books for the first time, Zhao Boyang is still desperate, but I myself started to give up these things even more.

It's not that I can't read, nor can't learn, it's just that from that moment on, I had a plan... to separate from Zhao Boyang in high school.So Zhao Boyang went to another district to study in a key high school, while I stayed in this district and continued to be classmates with Xia Jun.

"Why don't you go to Zhao Boyang's school?" Xia Jun asked me.

"Didn't I fail the exam!" I said.

"Fart! You did it on purpose, you fucking pretend I can't see it!" Xia Jun spat, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

"I can't stay with him forever." I said.Looking down at the dirty stone brick floor, nausea rose in his throat.

……

Zhao Boyang found a chair and sat down, took a book from my bookshelf and flipped through it...

Xia Jun: "What the hell are you doing here?"

Zhao Boyang: "Does what I do have anything to do with you?"

Xia Jun: "The last time I hung up the phone, I heard it clearly. Didn't you fucking force me to break up the relationship?!"

Zhao Boyang: "I broke up with him, what kind of heart do you have?"

Xia Jun: "I don't want to fuck with this matter! You haven't been here for so long, you know nothing!"

Zhao Boyang: "Idiot."

Xia Jun: "Damn it, tell me again!"

Zhao Boyang: "I said you are an idiot."

Xia Jun: "You fucking owe repairs, don't you!"

Zhao Boyang: "So you are an idiot, Yin Yu, don't you think so?"

I:"…………"

……

There is always such an opening and such an ending. Sometimes I even wonder if the two of them will die if they don't quarrel?I sat cross-legged on the bed and watched them arguing from a distance, without trying to persuade them to fight.Anyway, I know I can't fight it.

"Have you filled out the volunteer?" At this moment, Zhao Boyang stopped entanglement with Xia Jun and suddenly asked me.

"No. Did you fill it out?" I staggered, staring up at the ceiling.I know very well in my heart that Xia Jun has asked me several times about this matter, but I really have no idea at all.

Both Zhao Boyang and Xia Jun became surprisingly quiet, without any manic atmosphere.There was an unidentified emotion slowly flowing in the air.Confused, dizzy...

"...I chose the medical school of S University." Zhao Boyang told me after thinking for a while.

"Oh." I nodded, then looked at Zhao Boyang, then at Xia Jun, Xia Jun's complexion was not very good.

"You don't have any ideas?" Xia Jun suddenly interrupted and asked, with an ugly expression as if someone forced him to eat shit.

"I'll think about it again," I said.

After that day, Xia Jun changed, became abnormally taciturn, but Zhao Boyang walked around very frequently and talked more.Maybe I can sense some of the reasons for this and those ridiculous mood swings of my teenage years, but since it's not me who struggles with it, I choose to pretend it doesn't exist.

The study atmosphere in the third year of high school was like purgatory. Zhao Boyang suddenly disappeared from the world. Xia Jun would occasionally read a book for a while, and when he couldn't read it, he would pull his hair crazily.

"'All the books have been read into the dog's stomach' refers to a person like you!" Xia Jun stood in front of my bookshelf one day and looked at those books, mocking me like this. I didn't know why, so I didn't answer.

"You, you are actually the same kind of person as I am! What are you pretending to be!" Xia Jun kicked the bookshelf, cursing viciously.

"I'm not like you," I said, "because you're a fucking idiot."

"What the hell is that stupid thing doing!?" Xia Jun heard the words and suddenly forced him over, staring at me.

"Your inferiority complex is at work." I stared into his eyes, looking into the depths.Then I said what I thought I wouldn't say:

"You know very well that I will leave, so you are jealous and resentful."

"I fucking don't want you and that Zhao guy to go to some shitty college!" Xia Jun started to shout loudly, as irritable as a mad dog.

I felt extremely bored all of a sudden, so I stepped forward and grabbed his hair and pulled him closer so that he could look at me carefully.Then I saw the most disgusting expression I've ever seen in my life: impotent, resentful and obsessed...

"You know very well in your heart that this matter has nothing to do with Zhao Boyang. Everything I do is because I want to do it! Do you understand?" With a sigh, my hand loosened a little and let him go .

"You are fucking sick!" Xia Jun shouted.

"You are the one who is sick! You found me in the first place, and now you are the one who played with you! Fuck you!" I scolded him, and he suddenly fell silent...

"Yin Yu, you're fucking heartless, aren't you..." Xia Jun roared, put on his coat, turned and ran away.

At 3 a.m. that night, I leaned against the bedside to smoke a cigarette and choked.The eye that was peeping at me in the past is now appearing openly outside my window.It drifted around and finally landed on my window.

"He's an unjust damned ghost again!" I cursed, too lazy to close the curtains, so I covered my head and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Zhao Boyang appeared in the living room of my house. He sat quietly on a single sofa with a cup of steaming tea in front of him.

"How did you get in?" I asked.

"Your door is unlocked," he said.

……

Su Pingfei and Xia Jun are good buddies, the only difference is that Su Pingfei has some spare money at home, even if he is allowed to mess around, there is always a way out.Just as Zhao Boyang and I grew up together, Su Pingfei and Xia Jun have also been friends since kindergarten.

In the crucial stage of entering a higher school, it seems that only this group of people can be so leisurely and carefree.Since Xia Jun and I had a falling out, I also started to pick up books again. After all, what I want to do can be done without a whip.

About two weeks later, Xia Jun suddenly called me one day, saying that he wanted to invite me to dinner to apologize. I refused him, but he cried to me on the phone, saying that I could not treat him like this What.I thought this guy was sick again, so I simply agreed to the appointment and prepared to have a good talk with him, but when I got to the place, I suddenly realized that it was Xia Jun's trick for me.

Instead of seeing Xia Jun, I saw Su Pingfei, Xia Jun's best friend.

"Yin Yu! I fucking knew you were not a good bird!" Su Pingfei started barking violently as soon as I entered the box, defending Xia Jun.He accused me of acting irresponsibly.The dog legs around him are also staring at him seriously.

"I fucking told Xia Jun a long time ago! Shit!"

……

I watched him bark for a while, felt very boring, turned around and was about to go out...

"Stop!" Su Pingfei shouted behind me, but I ignored him.but……

"Crack!"

Suddenly something exploded in my ear the moment I turned around.The accident came too suddenly, just as I was arrogant and arrogant at the time, I didn't expect that Su Pingfei dared to let someone do it!

When I was hit by the beer bottle, there was a buzzing in my ear, and then the expected pain didn't come as fast as I expected, and I haven't reacted yet.I felt a warm liquid and cold beer flowing down the top of my head.I stretched out my hand to touch it, and it was covered with blood, just like Xia Jun who was hit by me with a brick many years ago...

His head was churned into a mess, and his feet were unsteady.Vaguely, I saw Su Pingfei looking at me coldly, and signaled with his eyes the bastards around him to surround me for control.During this period, I didn't do anything to resist, I just looked back at him, thinking about how to get revenge on this grandson in the future.

I think, at that time, I was definitely a guy who must get revenge.

As if he was afraid that I would make a noise, Su Pingfei carefully had my hands handcuffed behind his back and pushed me to sit down.

A table and a few chairs, no food on the table, but it is a real Hongmen banquet.

"Xia Jun told me everything." Su Pingfei showed his cards to me.

He pouted his lips in contempt, his temper flared up, and he turned into a mad dog like Xia Jun.I can't help but wonder if the two of them are brothers, right?

……

When Xia Jun arrived, I was sitting cross-legged on the round table, and the people lying on the ground made me have nowhere to go.He stared at me blankly, then turned his gaze to the sofa behind me --- Su Pingfei was unscathed.

"I..." Xia Jun hesitated to speak, as if he was sorry, but I knew very well that he didn't really apologize for me about this matter.

I know, this time I gave him back... that moment back then.

I jumped off the table, bypassed the people on the ground, and patted Xia Jun on the shoulder:

"Come with me, I have something to tell you..."

Xia Jun nodded.

……

During the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, Zhao Boyang, Xia Jun, and I hid in the city library to cool off the air conditioner.Xia Jun was lying on the table drowsy, Zhao Boyang was absorbed in reading, and I was staring at the rows of huge bookshelves in a daze.It's just the three of us in the library...

It was the first time I wasted so much that day, probably because my sensibility system was too fast, so I almost forgot that Xia Jun is not a person who can solve difficulties by himself.Sometimes those confusions may be inevitable. When he was confused, it was my fault that I did not try to give him a hand but made him worse.

Six months ago, he started showing strange behaviors: overjoyed, giggling, dazed.

Four months ago, he started showing irrational concern for me, even hiding my medicine.

Three months ago, he started asking me all kinds of inexplicable questions and said that he would like to rent a house with me in the future.

Two months ago, he began to appear confused and frightened, paranoid about things he couldn't think about.

A month ago, he began to seriously hope that I would give him an answer or promise...

On the way to the airport, Zhao Boyang asked me: "How did you solve this trouble?"

I was very proud, and then told a little lie: "I gave him counseling."

From a long time ago, I knew that I was a very bad guy, but later I found that Xia Jun was indeed different from me, not because he was stupid, but because he was more sensitive and fragile than me. I have to admit that he is a An asshole, and I am a hundred times more asshole than him...

Zhao Boyang: "What happened later? What about the answer to that question?"

Me: "I'm punishing myself, that's all."

Zhao Boyang: "You are sick."

Me: "Yes, I'm sick."

Opening the car window, I spilled the last bottle of medicine left on the ugly land...

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☆、Black History Trilogy: The Beautiful Deception (End)

◎Note: The protagonist has a dark history, has a bland taste, and is obsessed with spiritual cleanliness. If you can't adapt, please avoid it.

◎Relatively obscure, harmless.

Dingxi District is a so-called "rich area" that has emerged since the 90s. Many single-family villas have sprung up. One of the first people to live in was my uncle Yin Shaopeng.

I knew a lot of things that others didn't know a long time ago, and I don't know why I know it, just like no one can explain why I can see things that others can't see.I'm not going to pursue it, so everything will be fine.

At first, they told me that my parents were going on a long trip, so I was going to live with my uncle and cousin for a while.In fact, I knew that my parents died in an accident, but I didn't say anything.

When I started kindergarten, I found that I seemed to be different from everyone, because I didn't understand them, and they didn't understand me.The nursery teacher with breasts as big as a cow always likes to hold my hand and sing nursery rhymes to me. The little girl who always wears two pigtails and a red hairpin is obviously one year older than me, but she always chases after me. Call me on the back of my ass: "brother"...

Everyone is so weird.

An idiot's abacus class, an idiot's nursery rhyme, an idiot's game, and an idiot's so-called 'examination'.

None of this is in line with the common sense that I can adapt to.

One day, I accidentally revealed my stuff...

"Hey, our Yin Yu is really smart, how do you know this?" The kindergarten teacher like a cow looked at me with a surprised expression.

It's just an inadvertent slip of the tongue...

As for why I know: 'Moscow is the capital of Russia', 'six times eight equals 48', 'The Analects of Confucius was not written by Confucius himself'... these idiot-like questions, I don't know why.I just know, that's all.

It may be that I let everyone know something that is different about me too early, and I have caused serious misunderstandings for a long time.

My cousin Yin Bin has been very smart since he was a child, and he received a kind of "child prodigy education". Although he can indeed be called a "genius" later on, how did the child prodigy turn into a psychopath? explain?

I am not a smart person with a high IQ. In fact, I suspect that I may have forgotten to drink the bowl of Mengpo soup when I crossed the Naihe Bridge... Or, I drank less and did not forget about the world. That's why this happens.

Sure enough, not long after, my uncle Yin Shaopeng enthusiastically started preparing to train me like his prodigy son.I clearly know that I am not a child prodigy, at most I have not forgotten my previous life.

So from that day on, I started to drag the very autistic child from the neighbor's house to play wildly around...

Until now, I still remember the regretful look on my uncle’s face, and then he said to his son: “Your cousin is indeed a smart child, but... hey, he’s still different from you.”

Yin Bin has always been indifferent to his father's words. Maybe since then his performance has deviated from the normal track. He has always only focused on the things he does and refuses to communicate too much with the outside world.

When I stared at him without moving, he would say to me in his childish voice: "Time is life, cousin, you are wasting your life."

If I'm wasting my life, tell me to keep wasting it.The abnormal heaviness made me breathless, and as I grew older, some scattered memory fragments were forced into my head hard and hard.

I think I may really have forgotten to drink Mengpo soup...

A person will feel tired if he lives too long, so if a person is still vaguely struggling in the vortex of his previous life, then this person will undoubtedly be destroyed.

The clouds in the sky are so white and look so soft.Zhao Boyang, Jiang Qiutong and I lay side by side on the grass looking at the sky.That is the most beautiful and natural picture scroll.

"Look!" Jiang Qiutong suddenly sat up and pointed to the sky, shouting: "What a big bird!"

"That's the plane."

Zhao Boyang rolled his eyes at him, he was quite young and mature, and said disdainfully to Jiang Qiutong: "Airplane is a modern means of transportation, it can make people reach their destination more comfortably, conveniently and quickly, and, It is still the safest means of transportation in the world so far. Do you know who invented the first airplane?"

Jiang Qiutong shook his head.

"It's the Wright Brothers from America, you idiot!" Yan Jinghan, who had been lying quietly beside Jiang Qiutong looking up at the sky, also sat up and gave him a brainstorm.

The kids laughed, but I was distressed.

I'm thinking, if I haven't forgotten something, how old am I now?

After a little consideration, I think I should go to my kindergarten honestly...

……

After elementary school, apart from me and