Western Suburb Park, Central Lake.
There is an artificial lake in the middle of the vast grassland, and in the middle is a small island as big as a sesame, on which a fairy-tale-style wooden house is built.
Tonight, the cabin was razed to the ground, replaced by the throne of the dead beast's angry throne, a rough red king chair with a spiral horn of a unicorn standing behind it, rushing straight to the night sky like a chimney of a large factory.
Hundreds of strange-shaped horns also rushed out of the lake around the island. From a distance, they looked like hundreds of dead trees growing in the lake.
Mark sat on the king's chair, naked on his upper body, boxing shorts on his lower body, put his hands on his knees, leaning forward, lowering his head, clearly motionless, but exuding a breath of bipolar and violent.
In the playground half a kilometer away, two figures of a man and a woman stood on the high altitude track of the roller coaster, monitoring Mark with a tactical telescope, without getting closer rashly.
Cang Jie had arrived for a while, and Douhu had almost figured out the current situation.
Yishi gradually couldn't hold back his anger, and he looked around: Why haven't Uncle Xin come yet?
The Douhu squatted on the track, bowing his back, and moving like a big cat.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth.
After the last bite, Douhu spitted out the cigarette butt, stood up and stretched: Didn’t he say that, he won’t come.
He really won't join the war?Yishi thought Douhu was lying to her: Why Ah?What mission is more than the curtain call...
He is dead.Douhu interrupted.
What!It's unbelievable.
When the morning arrives, he will undoubtedly die, and this is the price of the judge.Douhu looked at Yishi: Do I understand enough?
But, but... this bad news was too sudden and it was really hard to accept.
He was afraid that this would affect Gao Yang, so he asked Zhuque to help him perform a scene.Douhu touched his chin: I only found out yesterday.
Then there are only the two of us... Yishi's face was shattered, how to deal with anger?
No.Douhu grinned, it was me.
Yishi was shocked again, and his pupils in his eyes dilated: Fighting Tiger!You're crazy!
One stone, let's go.Douhu waved his hand: If you stay, you will surely die.
I'm not afraid of death!Yishi roared, and after the roar, he felt a little guilty: No, I am actually quite afraid of death, but I can't look at you...
One stone.Douhu withdrew his smile, and a cold murderous intent appeared in his eyes:
This is my housework. No one can interfere with me tonight. Don’t toast or eat and drink. Even if you are a teammate, I will still kill you.
The back of my back became cold, and my heartbeat stopped for a few seconds.
Douhu was not kidding, he was serious, and he would really kill whoever hindered him.
Fight, fight the tiger... I forcibly overcome my fear with one stone, and my voice trembled: I know the grudge between you and Mark, but now is not the time to act voluntarily...
I insist on being intent.
Douhu sneered and took a step forward, forcing her to breathe, and she almost fell off the track.
The end of the world is all about me, and the victory of mankind is all about me. I insist on being voluntarily today. What are you doing to me?
Yishi was very scared, but he did not give in: Fighting Tiger, even if you want to kill me, I can't leave you.
Douhu was stunned and his cold disguise collapsed.
You girl, do you have to tell the truth?Douhu sighed: In terms of explosive power and destructive power, anger is only under arrogance. If you fight, you won’t even have any corpse scum left.
One stone, you can only distract me from here, drag me down and make the winning rate lower.
She was silent in one stone. Without Uncle Xin's cooperation, she really became a burden.
Let's go, don't worry, I'll kill the anger.Douhu said.
Yishi's eyes were red, and she was convinced because of the reasons he gave, and even more because of the belief and determination he showed.
Suddenly, she had a strong premonition that this farewell will last forever.
A not long silence.
Vice Captain, be careful.He stretched out his hand solemnly.
Douhu held her hand.
Two seconds later, Yishi wanted to pull his hand, but found that Douhu had not let go.
His face had already returned to his careless look: I said, are you really just shaking hands?Hurry up and add status Ah to me.
It's ridiculous and terrifying. When you start, you don't think I'm in the way, and you think you don't need it.
Haha, I want to pretend, I've been overdoing it.Douhu gradually felt a stream of energy coming into his body, and he frowned:
Who is enough for Ah? When anger sees this, he thinks I can't afford to play!Open it to the maximum!
Yishi frowned: Are you sure?The side effects will be great, and you will become extremely tired after twenty minutes.
The duel between masters will take only a few minutes.Douhu smiled confidently.
OK.One stone injects the highest state into Douhu. In five minutes, Douhu's physical and mental state will reach its peak.
alright.Yishi let go of Douhu's hand, hesitated for a while, and asked: If, I mean if... who do you have something to bring to?
Well... Douhu clasped his hands, curled his lips, thought about it seriously, and shook his head: No.
Yishi nodded: Then I'll leave.
oh.Douhu remembered: Let me tell Qing Ling that the weapon belongs to her.
Yishi was stunned, OK.
Jumped off the high-altitude track with one stone and quickly left.
Douhu took out another cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, and then put the cigarette on the edge of the track, as if the cigarette was lit for others.
Dong
Douhu jumped hard and landed on the grass.
He walked quickly towards the angry throne in the center of the artificial lake.
In the black, white and gray world, the night wind blows quietly, and the grass under your feet is like sketch lines written by a painter, swinging back and forth, layer by layer.
For no reason, Douhu remembered his mother.
In fact, my mother's face was already extremely blurry in my memory.
But he still clearly remembered the bright blue sky in May, the smell of the sun shining into the wet wooden floor in the living room, and the sound of the steaks when they slowly cooked on the frying pan were like countless tiny expectations that no one cared about.
That day, my mother put on makeup and tried to cover the bruises on her face. She was wearing a black skirt and a gray knitted jacket on her outside, and her black hair was gently draped down, so the scars on her body disappeared.
Today my father was not at home, and my mother made a sumptuous lunch for her son.
This is rare. In the past, lunch was just something to deal with.
My mother poured Douhu a glass of orange juice, and she poured a glass of red wine.
She was in a particularly good mood today, in good spirits, and talked too much.
She talked about her hometown and childhood. Behind her house is an orchard, which is covered with citrus in May, which is particularly sweet.
She and a few friends went to the garden to steal citrus, but were discovered by the big yellow dog and ran away in panic. A little boy's pants were bitten to pieces, revealing his butt, and everyone laughed at him for a summer.
My mother spoke vividly, and Douhu was listening with relish while eating the steak that was not delicious.
For the first time, he thought optimistically: Maybe my mother's illness will really get better, and maybe everything will get better.
After lunch, Douhu went back to his room to make a fucking model. His mother carried a canvas bag and planned to go to the nearby supermarket to buy something.
Until dark, my mother didn't go home, and my father didn't go home. Maybe she was drunk again, and then she fell into the toilet or street alley of a bar.
The next morning, neighbors found the body of Douhu’s mother in a small lake on the farm. She drowned after taking a lot of sleeping pills.
The sun was still very bright that day, and the air was fresh. Douhu stood by the lake, watching his mother's wet body covered with white cloth, placed on a stretcher, and carried it into the car.
At that moment, Douhu was more about sadness, but about understanding.
Yes, he seemed to understand his mother.
Why has my mother been in such pain over the years? No matter how much medicine she takes, it won’t get better, because she can’t accept it from beginning to end and cannot change her destiny.
Why was my mother so happy yesterday, as if she had recovered from a serious illness, because she found a third choice besides acceptance and change, that is, let go.
Let go of life completely.
Is this choice brave or cowardly?Is it beautiful or cruel?Is it correct or wrong?
Douhu thought about it for a long time, but there was no answer.
Later, Douhu gradually stopped thinking about it and even forgot about it.
Somehow, he remembered this question again.
He finally realized that all the unsolved problems in life will not really disappear. They will only melt into your flesh and blood, carve your soul, until one day in the future, turning into a bell of fate and knocking on your chest.
Romantic people give it a beautiful and gentle name:
Self-salvation.
There is an artificial lake in the middle of the vast grassland, and in the middle is a small island as big as a sesame, on which a fairy-tale-style wooden house is built.
Tonight, the cabin was razed to the ground, replaced by the throne of the dead beast's angry throne, a rough red king chair with a spiral horn of a unicorn standing behind it, rushing straight to the night sky like a chimney of a large factory.
Hundreds of strange-shaped horns also rushed out of the lake around the island. From a distance, they looked like hundreds of dead trees growing in the lake.
Mark sat on the king's chair, naked on his upper body, boxing shorts on his lower body, put his hands on his knees, leaning forward, lowering his head, clearly motionless, but exuding a breath of bipolar and violent.
In the playground half a kilometer away, two figures of a man and a woman stood on the high altitude track of the roller coaster, monitoring Mark with a tactical telescope, without getting closer rashly.
Cang Jie had arrived for a while, and Douhu had almost figured out the current situation.
Yishi gradually couldn't hold back his anger, and he looked around: Why haven't Uncle Xin come yet?
The Douhu squatted on the track, bowing his back, and moving like a big cat.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth.
After the last bite, Douhu spitted out the cigarette butt, stood up and stretched: Didn’t he say that, he won’t come.
He really won't join the war?Yishi thought Douhu was lying to her: Why Ah?What mission is more than the curtain call...
He is dead.Douhu interrupted.
What!It's unbelievable.
When the morning arrives, he will undoubtedly die, and this is the price of the judge.Douhu looked at Yishi: Do I understand enough?
But, but... this bad news was too sudden and it was really hard to accept.
He was afraid that this would affect Gao Yang, so he asked Zhuque to help him perform a scene.Douhu touched his chin: I only found out yesterday.
Then there are only the two of us... Yishi's face was shattered, how to deal with anger?
No.Douhu grinned, it was me.
Yishi was shocked again, and his pupils in his eyes dilated: Fighting Tiger!You're crazy!
One stone, let's go.Douhu waved his hand: If you stay, you will surely die.
I'm not afraid of death!Yishi roared, and after the roar, he felt a little guilty: No, I am actually quite afraid of death, but I can't look at you...
One stone.Douhu withdrew his smile, and a cold murderous intent appeared in his eyes:
This is my housework. No one can interfere with me tonight. Don’t toast or eat and drink. Even if you are a teammate, I will still kill you.
The back of my back became cold, and my heartbeat stopped for a few seconds.
Douhu was not kidding, he was serious, and he would really kill whoever hindered him.
Fight, fight the tiger... I forcibly overcome my fear with one stone, and my voice trembled: I know the grudge between you and Mark, but now is not the time to act voluntarily...
I insist on being intent.
Douhu sneered and took a step forward, forcing her to breathe, and she almost fell off the track.
The end of the world is all about me, and the victory of mankind is all about me. I insist on being voluntarily today. What are you doing to me?
Yishi was very scared, but he did not give in: Fighting Tiger, even if you want to kill me, I can't leave you.
Douhu was stunned and his cold disguise collapsed.
You girl, do you have to tell the truth?Douhu sighed: In terms of explosive power and destructive power, anger is only under arrogance. If you fight, you won’t even have any corpse scum left.
One stone, you can only distract me from here, drag me down and make the winning rate lower.
She was silent in one stone. Without Uncle Xin's cooperation, she really became a burden.
Let's go, don't worry, I'll kill the anger.Douhu said.
Yishi's eyes were red, and she was convinced because of the reasons he gave, and even more because of the belief and determination he showed.
Suddenly, she had a strong premonition that this farewell will last forever.
A not long silence.
Vice Captain, be careful.He stretched out his hand solemnly.
Douhu held her hand.
Two seconds later, Yishi wanted to pull his hand, but found that Douhu had not let go.
His face had already returned to his careless look: I said, are you really just shaking hands?Hurry up and add status Ah to me.
It's ridiculous and terrifying. When you start, you don't think I'm in the way, and you think you don't need it.
Haha, I want to pretend, I've been overdoing it.Douhu gradually felt a stream of energy coming into his body, and he frowned:
Who is enough for Ah? When anger sees this, he thinks I can't afford to play!Open it to the maximum!
Yishi frowned: Are you sure?The side effects will be great, and you will become extremely tired after twenty minutes.
The duel between masters will take only a few minutes.Douhu smiled confidently.
OK.One stone injects the highest state into Douhu. In five minutes, Douhu's physical and mental state will reach its peak.
alright.Yishi let go of Douhu's hand, hesitated for a while, and asked: If, I mean if... who do you have something to bring to?
Well... Douhu clasped his hands, curled his lips, thought about it seriously, and shook his head: No.
Yishi nodded: Then I'll leave.
oh.Douhu remembered: Let me tell Qing Ling that the weapon belongs to her.
Yishi was stunned, OK.
Jumped off the high-altitude track with one stone and quickly left.
Douhu took out another cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, and then put the cigarette on the edge of the track, as if the cigarette was lit for others.
Dong
Douhu jumped hard and landed on the grass.
He walked quickly towards the angry throne in the center of the artificial lake.
In the black, white and gray world, the night wind blows quietly, and the grass under your feet is like sketch lines written by a painter, swinging back and forth, layer by layer.
For no reason, Douhu remembered his mother.
In fact, my mother's face was already extremely blurry in my memory.
But he still clearly remembered the bright blue sky in May, the smell of the sun shining into the wet wooden floor in the living room, and the sound of the steaks when they slowly cooked on the frying pan were like countless tiny expectations that no one cared about.
That day, my mother put on makeup and tried to cover the bruises on her face. She was wearing a black skirt and a gray knitted jacket on her outside, and her black hair was gently draped down, so the scars on her body disappeared.
Today my father was not at home, and my mother made a sumptuous lunch for her son.
This is rare. In the past, lunch was just something to deal with.
My mother poured Douhu a glass of orange juice, and she poured a glass of red wine.
She was in a particularly good mood today, in good spirits, and talked too much.
She talked about her hometown and childhood. Behind her house is an orchard, which is covered with citrus in May, which is particularly sweet.
She and a few friends went to the garden to steal citrus, but were discovered by the big yellow dog and ran away in panic. A little boy's pants were bitten to pieces, revealing his butt, and everyone laughed at him for a summer.
My mother spoke vividly, and Douhu was listening with relish while eating the steak that was not delicious.
For the first time, he thought optimistically: Maybe my mother's illness will really get better, and maybe everything will get better.
After lunch, Douhu went back to his room to make a fucking model. His mother carried a canvas bag and planned to go to the nearby supermarket to buy something.
Until dark, my mother didn't go home, and my father didn't go home. Maybe she was drunk again, and then she fell into the toilet or street alley of a bar.
The next morning, neighbors found the body of Douhu’s mother in a small lake on the farm. She drowned after taking a lot of sleeping pills.
The sun was still very bright that day, and the air was fresh. Douhu stood by the lake, watching his mother's wet body covered with white cloth, placed on a stretcher, and carried it into the car.
At that moment, Douhu was more about sadness, but about understanding.
Yes, he seemed to understand his mother.
Why has my mother been in such pain over the years? No matter how much medicine she takes, it won’t get better, because she can’t accept it from beginning to end and cannot change her destiny.
Why was my mother so happy yesterday, as if she had recovered from a serious illness, because she found a third choice besides acceptance and change, that is, let go.
Let go of life completely.
Is this choice brave or cowardly?Is it beautiful or cruel?Is it correct or wrong?
Douhu thought about it for a long time, but there was no answer.
Later, Douhu gradually stopped thinking about it and even forgot about it.
Somehow, he remembered this question again.
He finally realized that all the unsolved problems in life will not really disappear. They will only melt into your flesh and blood, carve your soul, until one day in the future, turning into a bell of fate and knocking on your chest.
Romantic people give it a beautiful and gentle name:
Self-salvation.
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