Wanjie takeaway

Di Weilai's ridicule was not aimed at Wei Dao, he quickly adjusted his state, and took a big gulp of wine resentfully.

He took a hard breath.

Wei Dao lowered his eyes to drink and said, "Why don't you tell me about your family? Relationships are also fine..."

He glanced at Di Wei.

Di Weilai looked as if he was going to cry, but also as if he was going to kill someone with a knife, the bottom of the wine bottle knocked on the table, making a crisp sound.

He hooked a smile: "Okay, but there is nothing to say, I hate them, and I wish they would die immediately."

Wei Dao nodded, not paying attention.

Di Weiliao glanced at Wei Dao, as if he was trying to distinguish whether Wei Dao's attitude was more disdain and ridicule than disbelief, or disgust and self-righteousness, or excitement to watch the fun and want to hear stories, it was nothing.

Wei Dao's attitude is the same as his.

He hates it, and so does Wei Dao.

He hoped that those people would die, Wei Dao would only be worse than him.

However, he will pretend to be calm on the face, Wei Dao will only be indifferent to the point of indifference, he will find a way to act, Wei Dao will just stand by and watch.

Di Weilai was very calm, but beneath the calm was a surge of hatred.

He couldn't hold back.

Calm is just a mask that sticks to the face.

Di Weilai's voice to Wei Dao was even more gentle and soft: "I hate them to death. This is disgusting, as if I still liked them.

If I tell others, it seems that I am such a poor loveless bug.

They have no idea what I think.Even if I said it plainly, they wouldn't listen.

Those people are disgusting. "

He was a little incoherent.

Wei Dao sighed and drank.

Di Weilai continued: "I have a mother, a father, a grandfather, a grandmother, an uncle, a sister-in-law, and an elder brother. These people are my family members."

He paused. To him, these words were like digging open his own heart for Wei Dao to see. bloody.

"My mother is a woman who wears the hairstyle I hate most all the year round. She has an average figure and a protruding belly. She beat me when I was a child, but when I grew up, I disliked me for being too thin, and my bones would hurt her. This is... a simple description.

My father was a man who used to be thin and then became fat. His hair was always short and he smelled of sweat. I didn't like it.

Grandfather was a gray-haired elderly man with a kind temper and a heart problem.

Grandma has very little hair, is very thin, has very yellow and dark skin, has many age spots, and talks a lot.

My uncle is a relative whom I don't see often and doesn't like me.

Sister-in-law is a woman whose face I don't remember, and we haven't spoken.

My brother is not my biological brother, but my mother and uncle are men who are much older than me, married and have children.

I'm so sick of them. "

Di Weilai smiled at Wei Dao.

"Mother and father are childhood sweethearts, and I suspect she is a child bride.

It doesn't matter, in fact, it has nothing to do with me, I don't care at all, if I tell other people about it, they will think I'm disgusting and should die, or I'm just trying to put on a show for people to see, to attract their attention. "

Wei Dao commented: "A group of self-righteous people."

Di Weiliao nodded in agreement, feeling better, and said with a smile, "Where do we start?"

It took him a while before he said, "I can talk about it wherever I think of it.

When I was a kid, my parents hit me and I hated them and was terrified.

They'd lock me up, tie me up with rope, drag me back by the collar, almost suffocate, and they didn't care.

It's nothing, they don't have to care about it, it's normal, human beings have always been creatures who only care about themselves, they never care about others, they die when they die, they don't feel happy if they are not happy, they do whatever they want To get your attention.

I yelled for help, but no one paid any attention to me. I couldn't find anything to stabilize myself, so I could only grab on the ground with my nails. I couldn't, and they dragged me into the house and locked me up.

My clothes were broken, I was beaten, I was scolded, it hurt, I was sad, and that was it.

My grandfather was ill once, and my grandmother drove me out of the house in a hurry. She dragged me to someone else's house. I didn't want to go, and I didn't want to leave the house. Back, pulling my arms, kicking my legs and feet, I cried and begged her, I didn't want to go, she didn't listen to me at all.

I wanted to go out, but she and the neighbors held me down and pulled me back into the house with all my might, I was out of breath from crying, they were so busy that they didn't look at me more.

Later, my grandfather recovered, and my grandmother took me back. She said to me, you cried all night, and made others sleepless in the middle of the night. You should thank others for their kindness to you. If you are still so disobedient, next time you will You throw it out and never pick you up again.

She also said that there are many human traffickers outside, if you go out, the traffickers will catch you and sell you, you will never live a good life.

They don't care how long I've been crying, how long I've been sad, what I want to do, what I haven't done, they only care about themselves.

anything.

My grandmother sent me to the kindergarten and told me that I would pick you up after school.

I'm glad I waited a long time and it didn't come.

I wanted to go back, but the teacher wouldn't let me go, so I dragged the neighbor's child. Even though the neighbor's child could go home by himself, the family was willing to let him go back, but I couldn't.

I held onto the neighbor's child and refused to let go, and said that the parents had promised me a long time ago, so the teacher let me go.

I went home. When I got home, I opened the door. Grandma was looking in the mirror, wearing new clothes. When she saw me, she asked in surprise, why are you back?

I?Why are you back?Isn't that what you promised?Words don't count.

Grandma asked a lot of things again, and I hated answering questions.

I said it all, and she wanted to send me back again, without asking me if I wanted to go.

I was in kindergarten, and a group of people surrounded me and asked me to eat grass on the ground. After I ate, they dispersed.

After school, everyone left, and only I was left behind. My grandfather came to pick me up. The teacher talked to my grandfather and looked at me from time to time. I couldn't hear what they were saying.But, I hate those eyes.

Once, when I was out shopping in the supermarket, I wanted to buy a pack of ham sausage, two yuan five packs, two sticks in a pack, slightly spicy and salty.

My mother disagreed, I was very sad, and ran out, they didn't care where I ran, they just did their own thing.

So, I stayed outside all night, and someone took me back.

As before, they opened the door, saw me, thanked others, let me in, asked nothing, said nothing.

I went to the library and my grandma went to find me and called my name loudly there, I hated her, she insisted on posting it, as if I was playing some ridiculous game with them, said I couldn't catch up, asked me if I wanted go to eat.

I don't want to eat it, it's unpalatable.

One day, my parents and I went out to the supermarket, they were in front and I was behind.

They blamed me for walking too slowly, for not liking to go out, for my poor grades, for sending me to boarding schools, for tutoring, and for being ignorant, disobedient, and disregarding right from wrong. .

After talking about it, they didn't look back and talked about me.

The father said to the mother, if you didn't want him in the first place, I would not like this child.

My mother said that it has been so many years since I didn't like him, so I can't kill him.

The father said that he should have been killed in the first place. What is the use of such a son?It will only add trouble and cause trouble.

The mother said, after all, he is also your biological son, don't you like it at all?

My father said, I don't like it, I am sick of children.Especially this kind of disgusting child who can't shake his hands.

The mother said, well, don't worry about him, if he dies before you, you will be happy.

He also said, anyway, I don’t know how to take care of him, he’s not polite at all, and he looks sick, it’s all your mother’s fault, he’s grown up at this age, he can live no matter what, back then...it’s a pity.

My father said that we didn't have time at the time, not to mention that he was an accident, and it wasn't our will, nor did he like us. It's better not to raise such a son.We are not suitable for raising children, and besides, you know, I still like you the most.

Later, I heard the story of my parents.

The father likes the mother, and the mother likes the father. They have liked each other since they were students, handing love letters and dating secretly.

Help each other bring food, go to and from school together, do homework and endorsement, buy stationery and toys, and keep in touch for a long time.

Blatantly swearing sovereignty, falling in love openly, and getting married and having children as a matter of course.

One died, then I, and another was born, still dead.

The first one died in the womb, and the last one died as a baby. I don't know the specifics.

However, the smell is strong, I have some impressions, and now I can't remember when and where I smelled it, or I can't be sure if it is a loathsome nightmare.

Their relationship is very good. "

Wei Dao laughed: "But you hate them too, don't you?"

Di Weilai shrugged, affirming: "You are right."

He smiled at Wei Dao, frivolously and sarcastically, with a bit of sleepiness: "Mother always said to me, you are all mine, what else is not mine?

She said that my things should be hers, and my life should be hers.

My bed, my house, my door, she can open anytime. "

Di Weile let out a sigh of relief.

A smell of alcohol floated to the side.

Wei Dao's expression was sarcastic, frivolous and gentle, and he said with a smile: "There is no privacy at all."

Di Weiliao glanced at Weidao with a little surprise.

Wei Dao tilted his head and snorted: "What do you mean? I shouldn't know?"

Di Weilai shook his head, no.