The world is taken over by crazy and sick people

Ladies and gentlemen, I think my mind is a little confused. I was struck by lightning.

Looking back on the past few decades as a human and a ghost, I have done so many jaw-dropping things that I should be like the curses of those incompetent and roaring old ghosts in the underworld, "Fuck! You are so fierce, you deserve to be left without a father, mother, or wife to take care of you!"

boom! ! !

If you have a mouth, just say more. I love killing my enemies, and grinding their bones and scattering their ashes is the most satisfying thing.

The heavens were not happy, and thunderbolts came to bombard me one after another, as if they were equipped with radar. People like me naturally refused to bow to the heavens, and then I saw black clouds pressing down on the top of Huangquan. My wife, who had made a mistake and was bullied, ran towards me in the thunder, stood still, and then put her hands on her hips and yelled at the black clouds, making a lot of noise. I couldn't hear what words she cursed, and I burst out laughing.

It’s okay, I’m not too heartless this time.

I pulled her into my arms and gently rubbed her head. She was still small and soft, like she was without the decades of deep love, hate and forgetfulness between us.

Thunder rumbled overhead, and I looked at it and joked, "Hey, wife, didn't you say before that if I was struck by lightning, you would move a small stool and crack melon seeds to watch the show? Why are you clinging to me so happily now?"

She glared at me, covered her eyes and didn't speak for a long time. Seeing the punishment thunder coming down from the sky, she dragged me here and there with all her might, and suddenly an idea came to her. She opened her mouth and roared while running, "The price of milk-flavored melon seeds at the intersection has increased! Don't even think about making an extra dime from me!!! You are idle and just pretending to be cool here, why don't you do anything!!!"

Her face was flushed and red with anger.

I was so happy that I picked up my wife. She was responsible for verbal communication with the thundercloud, with saliva flying and her face flushed with anxiety, while I was responsible for slashing and chopping with clanging sounds and flashes of lightning.

Thunder and lightning, life and death, suffering and hardship, she was in my arms, with me. I finally got what I wanted.

My mother said she would always be with me. And sure enough, she did.

***

Many years ago, I still harbored resentment and hatred towards her. I hid in the underworld for so many years without making a sound, watching her being bullied by Xie Bian, and how difficult it was for her to want to go home to see me for decades but could not do so and could only cry alone by the river. I don't know why my heart was so cold and cruel at that time. I just watched so cruelly.

She screamed like a ghost, the heaven and earth wept, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, but I remained calm and watched coldly.

Do I hate her?

Who do I hate?

I still remember that sunny day when I walked out of the solemn and majestic judicial gate. The breeze blew on my face, warm and soft. I looked around and saw that there was a person who didn't come to pick me up for the first time after we met again.

That person is my wife.

I don't know who she loves, but I feel that she is unruly and noisy, laughing and scolding, but also thoughtful and deep like the ocean. She often gets up at night to look at me, with tears streaming down her face, and in the daytime she does all kinds of sneaky things, climbing trees and climbing over walls to deliberately make trouble and escape, which makes me feel dizzy, but I just hate her so much but can't leave her. I think the phrase "I owe you in my last life" that couples often complain about in bed is what this means. Coincidentally, she also said this to me.

The naughty child finally hid in a patch of grass, wearing a white skirt, so I couldn't find her. She was quiet and still, no longer making any noise or movement.

I hate her so much.

It's time to repay what's owed.

I have questions in my mind, and I have been thinking about them for years without any solution.

Between me and her, who is more wrong? Who owes more?

Suddenly I remembered that one night the little thing knelt by my bed and cried for most of the night. The reason was that she ran out of my territory without saying hello and was caught. She cried at night with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful, muttering, "You promised to protect me, but you can do whatever you want to me, whether living or dead, and you are suspicious of everything! Cold-faced and heartless! What sin have I committed? If you don't give me a piece of tofu, I will hit my head against it and die..."

She is more wronged than Dou E, she is just pretending.

My heart was chilled to the bone. I knew what she was thinking at the slightest movement of her hair.

Wang Xufeng is back.

Been back for many years.

She knelt and screamed for half the night, then she climbed onto the bed and started to grab the quilt, complaining, "You're sick in the brain! You can't get better! I won't live anymore! I'm bullied by you every day, I'm not as happy as Xie Bian..."

She usually feels guilty, likes to be humble and seldom loses her temper. I am used to pretending to sleep, so I don't respond to any of her questions and let her act alone. That night, I suddenly asked, "Really? Are other people happier there?"

Her anger suddenly subsided and she fell silent. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, with her back to me, in the dark.

At first, I remembered her, but she didn't remember me, so she chose Wang Xufeng; then, she remembered me, but I didn't remember her, so she chose Xie Bian. Why didn't she choose me without hesitation? I wondered. I was always worried and confused.

She suddenly laughed lightly in the empty darkness, clear and bitter, "Who is happy? Who can be happy? If you can find happiness from others, I will probably be happy for you."

I reached out and touched her face from behind, and it was indeed wet.

The fingers and palms are cold.

I think, this is how I am. I love this person so much that even the hair on her face has to grow for me. She wants to be the pearl in my palm and the treasure in my arms. She doesn't need to worry about my survival or be restless either when she's awake or asleep. She just needs to tell me the truth, and then do whatever she wants, whether it's playing or making trouble. I will accompany her and give her a sunny day and bright sunshine.

I don't love this world at first, but the place where she is is full of life, very interesting and beautiful. It has been holding my hand since I was a child, and my heart has been drawn away, so I just follow her.

I think, if there is someone like me, love should be higher than the sky, hatred should be longer than the sea, overflowing and going crazy, people may find it unbearable, people may sneer, people may scold me endlessly. Why do I need people to know me, why do I need God to pity me, I have determined and seen that a single-plank bridge is also a bridge, and I can find a way out even if I have to survive nine deaths.

Whether in the blue sky or the underworld, forever is forever. Even a thread short of that is not forever.

I continued to behave the same as before, and my wife, who was a scoundrel and a liar without thinking, would often throw a tantrum, hug my legs and sit on the ground crying loudly, "Can't you just take a break for two days? I don't want to be a widow..." with tears and snot.

No.

She had no chance of being a widow.

I have raised this child since he was young. When we play together, he is serious when he tricks me; when he hurts me, he is brave; when he cries to me, he is heartbroken; when he is afraid of me, he hides his head and runs away. But the one I love the most is unreasonable to me.

I have a huge grudge against the ghost messenger from the underworld. We're at loggerheads. She often holds me back and cries, "We haven't had a couple of days of peace. Can't we just turn the page and talk about peace behind closed doors without knowing each other?"

I pulled her up from the ground, turned into a chinchilla, stuffed her into my clothes, held her head, and said, "No deal!"

Who snatched me into Fengdu, who tricked me into Wangchuan, who arranged her to be a favor to others, who dug out my memory and dared not let me remember her...

This world is absurd, I am not at peace, and even though I have made a mess of it, at least I have avenged her and repaid her kindness, cleanly and without any drag, and my heart is at peace. This is probably me, bloody and destructive. People often say that I am a lunatic. Maybe.

I was going crazy and she couldn't stop me. Fortunately, she knew what could make me soft-hearted and calm. I cried hysterically, "What's the point of arguing about this? Don't you think about how I'm going to live if you die..."

How can I live if you die...

She probably howled heartbreakingly, and there was a lot of truth in her howling, as if she was really complaining. In the past, when I avoided her, she didn't blame me in the end, she just lowered her head and said in a low voice, "It's fair." Now she can't stand me making her live in fear all day long.

I stared at her, curled my lips and smiled silently. This was totally irrelevant.

This dear, seems to be more forgetful than an old man, seems to be more transparent than a god, after all, it is only my heart that is smaller than a needle hole, an old matter, love, hate, anger, and ignorance, over and over again, can never be washed away in the long river of time. After decades, I am used to seeing her worrying about me alone, shedding tears, asking about my well-being, and my heart gradually calmed down, the dust settled, and I felt comfortable.

Because, in this matter, she, who has a temper like an ox, gave up. She didn't persuade me, and every time she chased me to share life and death, she didn't want to live with me forever, and she was with me, and no one else was willing.

Some people say that the one who steps back first will love more deeply. Is that true? It's better. Then I can look at myself and roughly know how much she loves me.

At least the same as mine.

No need to rack your brains to figure it out.

Looking at it this way, there is no longer any misery in this world. Instead, it is beautiful, and getting more beautiful day by day.

It's so pitiful. I probably understood her feelings at that time. I love this person so much, how can I bear to let her not taste the beauty of the world again? I give her the best in the world, and it won't be a big deal if she doesn't have me.

This thought was hateful, and I fiercely cut it off in my mind.

I only saw such a naive and innocent girl, who looked like she was going to marry me, and loved to brag, thinking she was powerful and could cover up everything, but in fact she had flaws everywhere, and when she cried, she looked miserable and worthless. But her eyes were surprisingly bright.

I looked carefully and deeply, and found that there was only me inside, a bright me, like me in the thorn bush in the dark night, covered with bright moonlight, so tall and so beautiful.

I hugged her tightly, turned my head away, and my eyes seemed warm.

There was thunder brewing in the distant sky. I turned back and wiped away her pearly tears. My heart suddenly felt relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I kissed her tenderly.

This kid is a little silly after all. He grabbed my sleeve as if he had never been in love before.

I smiled and pointed my finger in the air, "My dear, roasted chinchilla is not tasty. Stay in my arms. I will chase you and get hit by lightning later. We will make some fireworks and have fun with them..."

"..."

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