sunk in yesterday

Qin Nian was born in a relatively wealthy family.

Parents started from scratch and made some money in business, and gradually came into contact with people in the upper class. It is natural to be envious of other people's children who are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

They think they are ordinary people, but they want to be decent and elegant people.

After they got Tan Nian, they put all their expectations on their son.

Other people's children were at the top of the entire grade when they were in school, so Tan Nian couldn't miss any of the courses, and the parents' meeting would praise his own children, so much face.

Other people's children are sea turtles at every turn, so Tan Nian will go abroad in the future, and the diploma he gets back will be impressive enough.

The children of other people have the pleasure of collecting calligraphy and paintings, and can talk freely with their elders, so Tan Nian also needs to know a thing or two, otherwise what should I do if I can't communicate with these rich children in the future?

Other people's children sit on the stage and look like a little Lang Lang, their fingertips are so flexible that they dance on the keys, winning the attention of everyone in the audience, then Tan Nian can also do this, and he will not become a famous pianist in the future. You can also show your hand wherever you go out.

As soon as Tan Nian was born, he was set on the path he should take every step of the way.

Other children made appointments to hang out after class, but he was sent to one remedial class after another with his schoolbag on his back.

The painting teacher said: "Your child is too young, we don't recommend starting sketching classes now."

Mother Tan said: "My child is very smart. You can teach him, but he can learn it!"

The calligraphy teacher said: "It's not too late to come when the child is in the third and fourth grades of elementary school. He has to stand on a stool to write now. We don't feel at ease watching from the sidelines. If we bump into each other..."

Qin's mother said: "We will be busy with exams when we are in the third and fourth grades. Now it is a little bit for him to learn a little bit."

The music teacher said: "I heard from Xiao Nian that he has taken a lot of interest classes, and after these two classes, I observed that he doesn't seem to be very interested in music. Regarding this point, I still recommend finding children who are interested in training. ..."

Qin's mother said: "What does a child know? He likes to watch TV and watch this and that. Can he sit still? Yes? Then let him learn!"

Later, the calligraphy teacher smiled and took out a piece of rice paper full of strokes to show her, "Tan Nian is very intelligent and well-behaved, it's the first time I've seen such a small child who doesn't cry or fuss and is obedient. "

Qin's mother frowned while holding the paper: "What is written here?"

The teacher explained: "Your children have no foundation and are young. They start practicing from strokes. When the foundation is laid, they will—"

Qin's mother interrupted the teacher: "My child knows a lot of characters, you can just let him write, if you don't know how to teach, don't you specialize in teaching characters?"

The teacher was in a daze and didn't dare to speak again. He took back the crumpled rice paper, and hurried back to the classroom with the little boy who lowered his head and dared not speak.

Tan Nian has no friends, not because he doesn't want to make friends, but because he has no time and is not allowed.

His mother told him: Make friends with those who are worthy of you, and there is no need to hang out with those who ask you to go to the park to pile up dirt all day long. It is better to remember a few famous people's deeds instead of wasting so much time. Can't find a decent example to talk to people!

Tan Nian didn't understand why other people needed to be involved in a conversation, and he held a thick book in his hands. He thought that the communication between people was too complicated, why couldn't it be easier?

He stood in the shade of the tree and stared at the laughing circle of peers, and then he continued to go to the next cram school step by step with his schoolbag in his hand.

Qin Nian entered the top class of the junior high school with excellent conditions, and her admission score ranked among the top three in the class.

Some people saw that he was cute, good at studying, and quiet and likable, so they wanted to chat with him when they came up.

And he finally had the courage to throw Pavlov at the beginning, but the person who spoke to him cut off the sentence with a puzzled expression.

After he found out, he felt that he had committed a stupidity, so he didn't hold back a word for a long time, and buried his head in the book as if fleeing, unwilling to say anything more.

In the days that followed, the gender gap attracted more and more attention. Boys were piled up on the left side of the classroom, and girls were piled up on the right side of the classroom. Qin Nian sat alone in the middle of the classroom, with only a rumbling electric fan above his head.

The boy laughed and threw a paper airplane at him, "Why don't you go play with girls."

Girls are precocious, and they dislike those brats very much, "Why do you say that, he is a boy!"

The boy dismissed it: "You can't play basketball, but you can't be a boy if you spend all day drawing in a notebook!"

The girl rolled her eyes impatiently, and one of them walked up to Tan Nian lively and invited, "Why don't you play with us? If you don't know basketball, can you play shuttlecock? It's also part of the exam!"

Tan Nian blushed, he didn't have any experience in communicating with girls.Facing other people's generous questions, he fled with the book in his arms.

He felt that he was so useless, that he was different from others, and he couldn't make a sound.

Why is it that other people can speak so easily, but he turns red when he opens his mouth?

He is afraid to talk to people.

He hid himself deeper, he prayed that no one would come to play with him again, he couldn't deal with it, and he was tired of dealing with it.

As he wished, no one would really ask him to play, but someone would come to trouble him.

The longer the time, the heavier the plot.

In the third year of middle school, the adolescent boys were aggressive and aggressive. Seeing the girls in the same class speak up for Tan Nian time and time again, the unhappiness sprouted in their hearts, and was infused by more factors into indistinguishable evil thoughts.

Grab his breakfast and snacks and throw away his homework.

The colorful paper balls that took two nights to make in the handicraft class were crushed by one foot. At the New Year's Day party, it was openly suggested that he should wear a skirt to play the princess.

During that time, Tan Nian was always in a low mood, and when he came to school the next day, his eye circles were a little red.A girl went to the office and said a few oblique words, and the teacher suspiciously grabbed a few boys and asked, "Did you bully him?"

The boys looked at each other, and one of them said innocently, "How can that be? He's a boy. How can he not fight back when he's bullied? Isn't he an excellent student in our class? How normal is it to stay up late writing exercises and make his eyes red?" ah."

The teacher couldn't ask why, and Tan Nian would only shake his head before, so the matter was left alone.

In adolescence, it is normal for children to have collisions.

After school, this group of people snatched Tan Nian's schoolbag and took him to a corner to force him to admit his mistake.

"Did you complain to the teacher? Isn't your family rich? What's the matter if I eat something from you? Are you not good at studying? What's wrong with borrowing my homework? I think you are more delicate than those girls. They are all beautiful, and I will wrong you if you wear a girl's clothes? Oops, just say a few words and you will cry. Don't tell your mother that I bullied you. I don't have the guts. If your mother is a little Quan gave me a full leave of study."

Tan Nian looked down at the ground, and was pushed and shoved a few times in a demonstrative manner. After it was completely dark, he slowly packed up the messy schoolbag and carried it in his hand before accepting the scolding from the nanny who picked him up outside the school gate.

Picking up the nanny not only sent him off, but finally sent him back angrily, and blamed Qin's mother who came down from upstairs, "Your child is so skinny, it's dark and he's still playing with people at school, There is no concept of time! I have been delayed for so long, and I have to be scolded by other parents..."

Mother Tan got angry when she heard that, she twisted Tan Nian's ears and went into the room, saying that the food was already emptied into the trash can when she came back too late, and she punished him for not eating at night so that he could remember.

Her son will be a person who will do great things in the future, and he will fool around with nonsense people every day, so he doesn't know how to go home at a young age?His grades have started to drop, it's just a plaything!

Fortunately, she and her husband are busy making money just to pave the way for his future. As a result, children are not sensible at all, how can they appreciate the hard work of adults!

Qin's mother became more and more angry as she thought about it, and after she said a few words, seeing that Tan Nian was still sullen and unresponsive, she was convinced that he was in a rebellious period, so she slammed the door to call her husband who was working overtime in another place.

Tan Nian was naturally hungry at night, but he didn't dare to mention it, so he could only go downstairs quietly.

He hesitated in front of the refrigerator for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to touch anything. He poured himself a cup of cold boiled water to barely satisfy his hunger.

The next day's breakfast was still robbed.

He hurriedly swallowed an egg outside the school gate, choking until tears flowed down his cheeks, and after entering the classroom, he still didn't get the omelette into his stomach.

When the middle school entrance examination was approaching, he always passed it like this.Occasionally, I was stuck in school and got home late, so I had no food at night.

He made an excuse, and his voice was trembling unreasonably.On the phone, the teacher explained that it was just a fight between children. He had observed that Tan Nian was very well behaved in school, and no one made trouble.

His mother concluded that he was lying.

"If you don't get into the key class of that high school, your dad and I will raise you for nothing."

Tan Nian felt that no one would recognize him, no one would listen to what he said.

Others would only laugh at him for having a girlish voice, and say that he was Lin Daiyu, a cowardly woman who would go to the infirmary with anemia every now and then.I'm afraid it's not good students who are putting on airs, deliberately showing them that their academic performance is still among the best.

Tan Nian didn't want to speak anymore, there was only gray in his world.

He worked hard to get into the key class his mother said, and felt that his mother would give him some breathing room.

But that's not the case.

What awaits him are more supplementary materials, endless cram schools, and more serious bullying.

The classmates in junior high wantonly incited rumors, making everything worse.

He was pushed onto the bonfire by three people in partnership.

Those people laughed at him for being too white, and said they wanted to see if he was the sister Daiyu who was as easy to push as the rumors said.

What is push and fall?It was obvious that the three of them used their utmost strength to knock him over.

Tan Nian rolled all over the floor in pain, convulsing and crying, the ground under his feet was wet with blood.

It is estimated that the three people did not expect it to be so serious, and ran away from the scene immediately after being stupid for a few seconds.The teacher who rushed over was terrified, took off his clothes and covered him, and hurriedly called the emergency center.

The ambulance was still on the way, but Tan Nian stopped crying.He knelt on the ground and stopped for a while, then looked at the pool of blood on the ground, picked up the wound nervously, and his hands were stained with blood.

He picked up the fruit knife for cutting watermelon on the side table.

Who would have thought that a person who usually looks weak can be so crazy when he becomes ruthless?The sprayed liquid seemed to have lost its temperature and color in his eyes long ago, it was just a sign of comfort.

He had a strange aura all over his body, obviously he still had the same face, but he wasn't that person anymore.

He was locked up after being healed, but he didn't remember anything when he woke up.All he remembered was that someone had pushed him into the fire, and that he had been wounded himself.

Later, he was sent to a mental hospital, his parents pointed at him and said: Look at what you have done, what crimes you have committed, how did we raise such a thing as you!

Tan Nian frantically grasped the iron railing, the unhealed wound stabbed constantly, and the ankle was still tied with a heavy shackle.

Before that, he didn't know what split personality was, and he was afraid that there was another bloody and brutal demon living in his body.This demon killed someone, but why did he have to bear this crime?He clearly didn't do anything, he didn't do anything from the beginning, why everyone was targeting him, even God didn't favor him in the end.

He didn't hate those who bullied him, but hated his second personality.

He condensed all the accumulated hatred into one ball, and pressed it on the second personality that he didn't know when.

He wrote "Who are you" all over the wall, and the nurse outside the barred window laughed and said that he was really a lunatic.

He couldn't answer it, he lowered his head and let it laugh, and after sleeping all night, he saw the bottom-level reply the next day.

There are no words, only traces of blood smeared, as if he gave him an answer, but also as if he didn't.

And there was a mark on his fingertips, which was painted with his blood.He was terrified. He didn't believe what the doctors said before, but now he does.He doesn't want this personality, he would rather be ridiculed, and he doesn't want to become no longer himself at some point.

He prayed to the only window—please, just turn back time a little bit, get me back to the day of summer camp, and I'll avoid those three.I don't want another personality inside me, I want to get out of here, I don't want to stay here.

Tan Nian was tired from crying, curled up on the messy bed and fell asleep again.

When I opened my eyes at night, I entered another world.

He was forced to flee, in a barren and uninhabited land.He was so frightened by the blood and corpses that he couldn't walk, he huddled in the corner, listening to the footsteps across the wall, and the moment the door opened, he thought of another person living in his body, the murderer.

He has no one to turn to for help. Thinking about it carefully, he can only grab the last little hope and ask for help from a second personality he doesn't want.

"Are you there? Please, help me..." He hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse from crying, or his vocal cords had long since degenerated, "I see, you are me, I accept you, help me I……"

At the same time as the smell of blood permeated, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness again.

When he opened his eyes again, the man who manipulated this body was already another person, his eyes were so cold that he seemed to have just crawled out of hell.

He stepped on the scarlet patch and swung his fist towards the approaching ghost.

With that undifferentiated face on his face, he spoke fluently with a completely different tone.

"I'm not you."

He smiled, as if he was mocking Tan Nian who lived in a miserable life in the past.

"I am the one who saved you."

The author says:

If you are interested, you can listen to "POORU", sung by Feng Yingqi and others. I think the lyrics are very suitable for the two personalities of Tan Nian in my imagination.