You said you could "sing Qian Qian for you a million times" like Hassan did to Amir. I smiled and said, you are not Hassan and I am not Amir, but I didn't tell you that I wanted to be your Hassan and "Qian Qian gave you a million times".
"What can you do at home? All you do is gamble. What can you do besides gambling? "
"You have the face to talk about me. You think I don't know your disturbing things. "
"Be careful what you say."
"Hum"
"Ah, I'm going to kill you." My mother picked up the fruit knife on the table and rushed to my father like crazy. I shouted and tried to stop my mother, but I couldn't move. I watched my father gradually fall in a pool of blood, and my mother laughed at me with a bloody fruit knife.
I suddenly woke up and looked at the familiar ceiling. My mind is full of lingering scenes, and there is a trace of pain in my heart. I covered my head with a quilt and kept telling myself not to think.
My life is full of drama. When I was a child, I did everything later than others.
I am born when other people's children can talk, and I learn to climb when others can walk.
Everyone said that I was ill and should see a doctor. My parents thought about taking me to the hospital at first, but my grandmother always thought that I was just slower than other children and never agreed to let them take me to the hospital. In addition, the conditions at home are not very good. If you go to the hospital, you will definitely spend a lot of money. Finally, my parents never mentioned it again.
Before I was fourteen, I spent most of my time in the noise of my parents. Only when I am with my grandmother do I realize what the warmth of home is.
My mother always complains that my father does nothing every day, while my father always says that my mother has no rules and doesn't value him. Sometimes when she is noisy, she will hear all kinds of falling things.
When I was a child, I would cry loudly at first because of their noise, and my grandmother would always come from next door to scold my parents and comfort me.
Habit is a terrible thing. Gradually, every time I go home and look at their noisy backs, I silently walk out of the house and go to the next door. My grandmother saw me and said, "Did they quarrel again?"
I nodded, grandma sighed and told me to eat.
When I got home, my parents stopped quarreling and the room became extraordinarily quiet. Looking at the empty room, I went back to my room and locked the door.
On this day, I came home as usual. I heard a familiar voice at the door and opened it. Suddenly a UFO hit me. I didn't scream or cry, so I stood at the door without expression.
Mother shouted after seeing it and began to complain: "Why did you hit the child?"
My father gave me a look. "She won't escape? Look at other children, and then look at your good daughter, losing face every day. "
"You mean, I have her? Isn't she your daughter? Look at you. In addition to gambling or gambling, this family will gamble sooner or later. "
I'm too lazy to argue with you. I'm going out. When I passed by, I didn't have a look, and I didn't expect him to say hello to me.
"Ah ~, I didn't send it this day." My mother cried when she watched my father walk out of the house.
I looked at my mother's tears and felt nothing in my heart. I went back to my room and looked at my unrecognizable forehead. I wiped off the blood clot bit by bit with water and found a band-aid to stick on the wound.
When I left the room, there was no mother's voice in the living room. Looking at the messy living room, I sneer at a way. Is this still home?
I didn't go to grandma's house this time. I don't want her to worry about me.
In the hot summer, I don't feel a trace of temperature.
Familiar with climbing to the top of the mountain behind the school, this is my second home besides grandma. Looking at the shrinking city in front of me, I shouted "I hate you".
Just then you appeared, you may not know, because of your appearance, my closed heart opened to the world bit by bit.
You emerged from the grass beside me. Because the back hill of the school is neglected all the year round, the grass here is particularly lush, and I didn't find you.
You put your head out of the grass carefully and climbed out of the grass with a sigh of relief when you saw me.
You look petite and beautiful. Greet me warmly when you come out. I just smiled and didn't respond.
You naturally sit next to me, and I have always liked someone, but I don't feel unhappy at all.
You asked me why I came to the top of this mountain alone, and you mysteriously asked me if I had heard the story of this mountain.
I didn't speak. You looked at me helplessly without saying a word. Suddenly you are close to my ear. I leaned back and kept a certain distance from you, frowning and asking what you were doing.
You looked at it apologetically and said, "Come closer and I will tell you the story of this mountain."
I said I know, and you looked at me in surprise: "You know, you dare to come alone. Look, it's getting dark. "
I didn't answer your question. I asked you why you dared to come. You looked at me proudly and said, "Of course I'm here to catch ghosts."
I smiled gently when I thought of the fear you looked at me when I shouted just now.
"You look good when you smile."
When I heard your words, I paused and immediately recovered my original expression. You said I should smile more. I told you I don't like to laugh. You asked me why, but I didn't answer.
I dare not even tell you about me, because I don't like people looking at me with poor eyes from the beginning.
Aren't you afraid to ask me why I came to this mountain top alone?
I looked at the distance and said softly, "Because I like the peace here." I like standing on the top of the mountain and feeling the wind blowing across my face, because only here will I find myself alive.
You look at me thoughtfully, I don't know what you are thinking.
I slowly lay on the grass and looked at the sky. You saw me lying down, lying next to me. I turned my head to you and you smiled at me. That smile is still deeply imprinted in my mind.
I don't know how long it took. You woke me up when I was asleep. I rubbed my eyes and asked you why. You looked at me excitedly, pointing to the sky. I got up and looked at the distant sky. The sunset is slowly setting, and the afterglow of the sunset shines on your innocent face. This is the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen.
You said you wanted to go home, I said you go first. Look at your embarrassment. I got up and walked down the hill. You shout for you behind me. I didn't look back. I turned my back on her and got up to slow down the mountain.
You kept talking on the road, but I was not bored at all.
Through your chat, I know your name is Chen Jing. You told me that your parents wanted you to be a quiet girl, so you chose this name. I said silently in my heart that this name really doesn't suit you at all. You said that you just came to this city with your parents recently. I heard that this mountain is haunted, so I want to see it. I didn't expect it to be so far from the top of the mountain. You are tired. I wanted to sit in the grass and have a rest, but I didn't expect it.
Soon we reached the foot of the mountain. When I was leaving, you stopped me. I turned to you in confusion, and she bowed her head.
"I know it's your secret base, and I didn't go to your secret base on purpose, so can I go to your secret base in the future?" Looking at her expectant eyes, I turned to her and said, "Whatever."
"See you tomorrow then."
Listening to her cheerful voice, I smiled and stepped forward, looking forward to tomorrow for the first time.
You and I were 14 years old that year, and you had everything you could imagine.
But nothing will be as I imagined, which I should have known a long time ago.
I didn't go home that night. After Chen Jing left, I opened my schoolbag, took out my flashlight and climbed to the top of the mountain again. Every time my parents quarrel badly, I always come to the top of the mountain until the next day.
As usual, I went home the next day and stood in front of my house without hearing my parents' noise. The scene of family harmony flashed in my mind, and I laughed at myself for being whimsical.
When I opened the door, my mother's hair was messy, her face was covered with tears and her eyes were bloodshot. She sat in the living room, where there was no sign of her father. I glanced at their bedroom and walked to my room.
When I walked past my mother, her eyes stared blankly at the front, and her mouth was broken with words: "I didn't send it this day, I didn't send it this day, ..."
I looked at such a mother, sneered and went straight to the room.
After a while, I heard my father open the door, accompanied by insults. I sat on the bed and looked at the door of the room. Suddenly, I heard my father's screams. I hurriedly ran out of the room and saw the unforgettable picture of my life.
My mom stabbed my dad like crazy. At this time, my father is no longer struggling. My mother didn't stop. She stabbed and pulled it out. Over and over again, she kept saying, "This day has not passed, this day has not passed ..." Looking at the bloody knife and my mother's twisted face, I fainted.
When I woke up again, I was lying in the hospital. I looked at the ceiling of the hospital with glassy eyes. My mind is full of motionless father, bloody knife and mother's twisted face.
When I came to my senses, I saw the anxious faces of you and grandma.
You said that when you and your dad passed by my downstairs, you heard my grandmother's cry for help and ran upstairs. Outside the door, you smell strong blood. When your father knocked down the door of the room, I fainted when he saw my mother still sitting in a pool of blood.
I looked at you and asked if you were afraid. I saw that scene, you looked at me with red eyes and didn't speak. I smiled gently, and you hugged me and cried.
Grandma told me that my father was out of breath when they came in, and my mother was diagnosed with mental illness. I looked at the old man around me and the wrinkles on my face deepened a lot.
I didn't tell anyone that I was not sad about my father's death and my mother's situation. On the contrary, I am happy for my parents, so that they won't quarrel every day because they see each other.
It wasn't long before I was discharged from the hospital. You came to accompany me every day while I was in hospital. I really appreciate it.
When you left the hospital, you said you would accompany me home. I asked you if you were afraid. You told me with a smile that there was nothing to be afraid of. Your father will hurt us. Then you suddenly covered your mouth and looked at me apologetically. I smiled and said to you, "Even if he is still here, he will never see me again. This has always been the case. "
Since then, you have become my only friend. We go to school together, eat together and go to our secret base every day. Whenever we sit on the top of the mountain, you always ask me to read to you. I asked you why you wanted me to read it to you. You are surprised to ask me if I haven't seen The Kite Runner. I shook my head.
The next day, you give me this book and let me read it to you. I reluctantly opened it and began to read it to you sentence by sentence. This book is obviously not thin, but I finished it soon.
You lie on the grass and smile and say to me, "Zhu Xiao, you know, I can Qian Qian for you a million times, just as Hassan did for Amir."
I smiled and touched your head: "You are not Hassan, and I am not Amir."
I see the disappointment in your eyes.
I knew I would leave you one day, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon.
We agreed to meet at the top of the mountain as usual. When I was near the top of the mountain, I heard you crying. I ran to the top of the mountain like crazy and saw you crushed by a strange man in the grass where you first met me.
That man is pulling your clothes crazily, and you are screaming and struggling desperately. With a loud noise, I picked up a stone beside me and hit the man on the head with all my strength.
I only saw that man stop humming and fall on you. I moved the man's body. When you saw me, you immediately hugged me. It pains me to hear your crying.
I stared at the man lying motionless on the ground, comforting you softly and letting you walk slowly. I stood up with a straight face, walked over to the man, picked up the stone I threw at him and hit him hard in the face.
You stopped me in horror and hugged me tightly. I said that a man like him should not have the face to live in this world.
You cried loudly, and slowly you and I calmed down. I asked you how you were. You looked at me with wet tears and shook your head. I felt a sort of surge of relief. It's a good thing you're okay, otherwise I'll hate me for life.
You looked at me anxiously and asked me if that man was dead. I walked up to him and sniffed his breath with my hand. I know he can't be alive. You cried and said you were sorry. I smiled and wiped your tears and said it doesn't matter.
You said let me run. I looked into your eyes full of tears and apologies and nodded. You smiled.
You dragged me home in a hurry and helped me pack all my luggage. You gave me all your savings over the years, and I put it back in your bag when you weren't looking.
You sent me to the railway station and cried me as far away as possible. I hold you and let you take good care of yourself. You told me to go. I let you go and walked into the railway station without looking back. I heard you crying. You have no idea how much I want to take you back.
I didn't listen to you and fled far away. I only promised you to make you feel at ease. When I got back to the top of the mountain, the man's body was still lying in its original place. I stood at the top of the mountain and said to you in the distance, "I'm sorry, thank you."
This year, we are eighteen.