House of lies

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☆、《Invisible Filter》

invisible filter.

Among the crowd passing by in a hurry, someone stopped and looked at the four characters on the signboard.

After a while, she put away her umbrella and stepped into the shop.

"Ma'am, what are you doing! Stop!"

The long-haired woman who is said to be the proprietress pressed the little girl on the chair, and looked at the little girl who was only seven or eight years old wearing a cute little lolita skirt, with layers of shadows interspersed between black and white lace, knee-length A red heart and a plum blossom dangled on the white socks.The woman was trying to put cat ears on her head, but the two stopped moving when they saw the girl.

The girl stopped on the spot, and she raised her hand.

"That..." Shouldn't she have come in?

"No, no, no," the proprietress sat up straight, she smiled, and reached out to press the cat ears into the drawer.The little girl next to her was also sitting upright, with a serious expression on her face, as if she were a young adult. "Hello, today's first guest." Her voice carried a sense of temptation, even though it was slightly frivolous, it was so deep that it was impossible to distract. "My surname is Mu."

Seeing the smile of the proprietress, she froze.After a long time, she also smiled and said, "Hi, my name is Joe."

She made her tea, and the pu-erh tea created a layer of smoke, covering the blue checkered badge on the collar of the landlady's white shirt.Ming Qiao put the umbrella aside and looked curiously at the furnishings in the store.

"Is this... a shop that sells glasses?"

"Yeah, filter."

The sound of rain ticking outside the window.

"Isn't it colored contact lenses?"

Mrs. Mu smiled. "no,"

She said: "What is filtered is everything in the real world."

Ming Qiao opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't figure out why.She said, "I have to go," and instinct told her not to stay here any longer. "Can you come again in the future?"

When she turned around and grabbed the umbrella, a woman's voice came from behind: "Of course, my guest."

She came back into the rain.

The air in the classroom is still the same as usual, with a damp smell.Because he always arrives early, Ming Qiao is often the first to turn on the lights.She patted the school uniform on her body, took out a tissue from her schoolbag, and slowly wiped her wet calf.The quality of the paper towels is not good, they are worn down one by one.

She wanted to wipe it quickly, but no matter how fast she moved, the water wouldn't be able to wipe it clean for a while.Then, the door opened.Seeing the people coming in, Ming Qiao hurriedly wanted to put away the tissues and put on his shoes, but it was too late.

"Hey," said the man, "isn't this our sister Qiao? What are you doing with your feet exposed?"

She swallowed, but didn't dare to speak.The pale yellow light hit the man's face, outlining an unattractive outline.

She has a face that is not beautiful but has a strong posture, her bangs are combed back, and she has no glasses on her face, making her eyes sharp and sharp.The sleeves of the school uniform were rolled up, as if no teacher would dare to control her.That's right, Wang Yi is a poor student, no one would care about her at all.

Miss Joe.

Her name was Jo, but it was not a respectful title.

No, quite the opposite.The girl's heart sank, she bent down, trying to pick up the tissue that had fallen by the foot of the desk, but someone stepped on her hand.

"What do you want to do after taking off your shoes outside? Seduce a man?" Wang Yi's piercing voice hit her hard.Ming Qiao wanted to back down, but it was no use at all.Little by little, she rubbed the sole of the shoe against the back of her hand, and she could even feel a piece of tape sticking to the shoe.

The pale light hit the desk, like an envoy of justice who was powerlessly resisting.

Words for help overflowed from her lips: "Don't..."

"Huh? Don't want anything?"

"Don't step on me..."

She said it, she finally said it.But I heard the man say: "Okay, if you beg me, I will let you go."

She paused for a moment, and then the other party sneered, "Why, you can just ask for a man, but can't you just ask for a girl?"

She pressed her hand against the wall with her backhand, and leaned closer to Najo's ear. "Hurry up," her gym clothes fell off, swinging on the girl's body.Ming Qiao bit her lips and tried hard not to cry. Her neatly tied ponytail was scattered because of being pressed against the wall. Her body was shaking from tension, and her body temperature gradually rose.Sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead and seeped into Ming Qiao's black hair.

In the end, Wang Yi shook off her hand and returned to the back seat. "Tsk," she said with a bored expression on her face. "It's really not fun, you."

Ming Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the table and began to write.She had finished her homework a long time ago, and now she was just putting on a show.It's been every day... ever since her mother left her.

Ming Qiao tried her best to get rid of these things and put her heart on her studies.

——However, what if things could take a turn?

That strange shop...

Isn't it all written like this in the book, the strange and mysterious shop can realize all your wishes.

When I went to the store for the second time, there was already a customer in the store.Ming Qiao sat aside, took a sip of tea, and then pulled the little girl's cat ears.The little girl said angrily: "Don't pull your ears!" Her tone was as if cat ears were her real ears.

She obediently responded with an "oh", and then stopped.Seeing her like this, the little girl said, "Tsk, boring human."

Ming Qiao didn't speak.

Then, a boy came out from the curtain at the back of the shop, followed by Boss Mu.Boss Mu was still smiling, but the boy looked confused.When he saw Ming Qiao, he couldn't help showing a silly look on his face. He seemed to want to laugh, but he immediately restrained himself and sat down on the chair.

The proprietress explained some precautions, but the boy didn't seem to be listening. He just took the bag with a blue eyeball painted on it, and went out in a daze.

Boss Mu smiled, "You're here," apparently remembering Ming Qiao.

Ming Qiao couldn't believe it.

"……you remember me?"

She nodded, "Of course," a glimmer of hope lit up in the girl's heart, but then she heard the proprietress say, "There are not many guests on rainy days."

It turned out that I remembered her only because she came when it was raining.

Then the woman smiled, as if she could see Ming Qiao's heart. "And, you're cute."

Hearing these four words, her heart jumped suddenly. She looked up and saw the name tag on the boss's chest - Mu An.Her name is Mu An, it sounds really nice.

Mu An asked, "What do you want to drink?"

Being treated like this, she became flustered again. "What, anything is fine!"

She thinks she likes this store very much, at least here, nothing else bothers her.Only the lovely little girl and the proprietress, Ming Qiao gradually relaxed.

They struck up a conversation. "Are you a student nearby?" "Well, from the No. [-] High School." "Is there a style you like?" "...Not yet."

"By the way, what was that boy here to buy?" she asked.

She heard the conversation between the two.But she couldn't understand.Every word is understandable, and the combination is suddenly confusing.

Mu An took a sip of tea.She swished the glass. "He... bought a harem filter," the proprietress glanced at the girl's face in front of her.Ming Qiao's skin is not white, but the combination of facial features gives a feeling of innocence. "So you have to be careful."

"...Harem, harem?"

"Yes," she smiled, "as long as he sees a girl, he will treat her as a beauty."

Joe stayed late that day.Chatting with the proprietress, it was already sunset before I knew it.In the end, she left the store before the night fell, even though Mu An didn't chase her away.She looked up, looked at the signboard that was already clear and unwashed by the rain, and fell into deep thought.

invisible filter -

Everything in the real world can be filtered.

"As long as you wear it, you only see what you want to see."

The girl shook her head, turned and left.The air was dry, and the shadow of Huoshaoyun stretched very long. She blended into the crowd, and saw the hawkers in the downtown area shouting "Today's special price is [-] minus [-], it's the last day."There is a big tree by the roadside, with dark yellow fallen leaves flying around, and the neither red nor triangular leaves make people feel bleak.

It is already late autumn.

When the monthly exam results came out, Ming Qiao saw a report in the newspaper.

"A 15-year-old boy was arrested for gang rape and has now been taken to a juvenile detention center"

The picture in the newspaper, the boy's school badge was exactly the same as what she had seen.Ming Qiao put away the newspaper, and handed the change to the old man at the newsstand with shaking hands.Then, she turned and walked into the school.

Do homework, take exams, take notes.The daily life of Ming Qiao is similar, and if some people are ignored, there will be no waves.She marked the end of her homework and was about to close the book when someone behind her yelled.She turned her head, and without accident, she saw Wang Yi looking at her.

"Hey, bring your homework."

"...Hey, what's the matter with you today?"

"Speak, nerd!"

Wang Yi gradually felt strange.She didn't continue to growl.

Ming Qiao stared at her face for a long time.Then she said, "You want my homework, don't you?"

The voice was calm, without any ups and downs.Wang Yi was stunned, she frowned, but she couldn't think of a reason.She looked at this little girl who was used to being bullied, and watched her slowly curl her lips.For some reason, even though she was smiling, she looked gloomy. She almost had the illusion that she was a demon, a ghost crawling out of hell.

The bangs cast a faint shadow on Ming Qiao's face.

"Come with me after school," she said, "I will let you copy all my homework from now on."

Invisible filter?

She will put it to good use.

Wang Yi frowned, somewhat puzzled, but nodded.

In the end, Wang Yi bought a set of scenery filters in the store—the function is to filter all the scenery he sees into what he wants to see.Whether it becomes beautiful or ugly, it is in the mind of the person who wears it.

Ming Qiao didn't speak from the beginning to the end.She watched Wang Yi come out with a confused face. This violent underachiever no longer had that haughty expression at this time, but fell into the trap of misplaced vision just like that boy.

She tilted her head slightly, smiled, and looked in a trance: "It's so beautiful here... Your name is Qiao?"

"Here, you don't look so annoying. The sun is so beautiful, how come I never thought of seeing it?"

She raised her face and walked out of the store. The scorching sun that seemed like a sharp knife fell into her eyes, and the people around her felt it was dazzling, but she didn't close her eyes, as if she had forgotten the survival rules of human beings to avoid the sun and protect their eyes.

—even though nothing in reality has changed.

Hi, welcome to the world of your imagination.

"How do you feel?" Mu An brought out the coffee.

"……nothing."

It turns out that this is how to do what you want to do. Ming Qiao doesn't think it's wrong, she is still her, and she didn't degenerate because of this, becoming a bad girl in the movie.And, very happy.

She picked up the coffee cup and showed a smile very similar to Mu An's.

In the summer of that year, Ming Qiao got the first place in the whole class.

She was carrying the report card and was going to find Mu An, but this time, the store was closed.She knocked on the store door, but no one answered her.She felt uneasy and knocked on the door harder, but no one on the side of the road looked at her.Then, at last, the door opened.

The girl with cat ears dragged her into the store: "Why are you so annoying!"

...Is she... bored?

The situation in the store is different from before.Mu An was packing her luggage, and when Ming Qiao entered the door, she was zipping the luggage bag.Then she looked back at her with a smile and said, "You're here."

She seemed to have an illusion that Mu An had been waiting for her.

No, probably just an illusion, she reminded herself.

"Well," she smiled, not caring about the situation in the store. "Where are you going?"

"Run for your life. Do you want to come with me?"

The most romantic way of saying it, a smiling woman with ambiguous questions.

All the emotions fall into these eight characters and a question mark, shining a beautiful color.

Have you heard the story of Mephisto?The devil made a bet with mortals, accusing the world of corruption and darkness.

Then, mortals fall into the trap.

"……it is good."

The desert in August is nothing short of a disaster.

The three of them were walking in the desert with their equipment. When a gust of wind blew, their clothes were covered with sand.Ming Qiao struggled to straighten the goggles, suspecting that she would have to wash in the bathtub for three days to get rid of the sand on her body.

No matter who was chasing them, it was not a simple thing.The proprietress completely lost that kind of demeanor, so she just ran for her life. Until now, as long as they find people, they should be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

She didn't ask.

Ming Qiao didn't ask Mu An's origin, nor did he ask when the escape would end.

It seems that as long as he thinks, as long as this person is still smiling at himself.Although she didn't even know if she was a human... Forget it, what was she thinking.

They found the oasis at night, they gathered around the bonfire, the flames were burning red, Mu An pulled the leaves, and Ming Qiao was in charge of the barbecue.She laboriously turned the meat to the other side and doused it with honey.

"Mu An..."

"what?"

The woman raised her head and brushed her black hair behind her ears.She said nonchalantly: "When will you go back?"

She knew that Mu An must have a way to go back, but she just didn't want to.Why not go back?Ming Qiao didn't dare to think too deeply.

"Ah, probably... the day after tomorrow?" She smiled, "Do you really want to go back?"

"Do not."

The smile was blurred by the smoke above the firelight.

She stares at her.

Mu An smiled so beautifully.

Until Mu An said: "The meat is going to burn."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ming Qiao quickly turned the meat over and pulled it out, and handed it to the other party.What she didn't notice was that Mu An was looking into the distance with a sad expression on her face.

The escape lasted the entire summer vacation.When she got home and was rushing to do her homework, she received a call from Mu An.

"Mu An?" How did you have this phone number?

"it's me."

Her voice was very low, but it had a honey-like feeling. "When are you free to come to the store?"

She stopped writing.Her hands were so red and sore from holding the pen for so long that she barely got blisters.

"Ming, tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

The day after tomorrow is the first day of school, Ming Qiao looked at the mountain of homework and sighed.

This time the store is different.She went in, and then Mu An closed the door, put up a sign, and welcomed her into the inner room.Mu An still wore the same white shirt, black trousers, and the same Pu'er tea, which made Ming Qiao calm down.

"I'm here to ask you if you would like to cooperate with me."

"... Ah. Ah?"

It was as if a heavy punch had hit the girl on the head, and she couldn't tell what was going on for a while.Mu An was still smiling: "Help me find a guest."

She froze.Knowing her temper, Mu An sighed, and continued: "Of course, the reward is that you can choose your identity arbitrarily."

Name Joe didn't make a sound.

"I know," Mu An raised his teacup to cover his expression. "Your parents are dead and you have no friends... Most importantly, you have experience."

"And, once the contract is signed, you will bind my lifespan..."

Ming Qiao opened her eyes timidly, unable to tell whether it was happiness or panic, or—happiness.

Mu An smiled charmingly. "It's forever."

The air in the store was a bit stuffy, and the brown lamps cast a soft light.The bookcases stood on all sides, looking from top to bottom as if they were going to overwhelm the girl in the middle of the room.

"……I promise you."

She promised her, every time.

In the following hundreds of years, the number of customers of invisible filters has increased.

A female student who wears a girly filter and thinks that all boys like her, but is actually unaccompanied.

Wearing a manga filter, she thought she was living in a manga world, and her husband was a young woman who had seen her life on the screen.

Wearing a Tanmei filter, she thought that men all over the world were together, and she persisted until she was 30 years old.

A 35-year-old unemployed photographer who wears a landscape filter and thinks he has captured a world-class work of art.

Wearing a career filter, a 40-year-old clerk who thought he had been promoted to the president was slapped by his boss in the company.

A 70-year-old man who wears a family filter and thinks that his children are with him.

What everyone sees is the perfect world that they want to see.

Is not it good?Everyone got everything they wanted.

Everyone in the mental hospital is muttering about "invisible filters".But after all, I couldn't find where the invisible filter was.

Time is still flowing and the world is still changing.

Maybe there is more than one store like this, maybe one day, you will also meet a mysterious woman wearing a famous brand, a little girl wearing cat ears, and... a girl in school uniform who will never be an adult.

Who knows.

The author has something to say: - The ending was a bit rushed because it was late and I was dozing off.After trying to find it, I couldn't find that feeling again.

☆, "Jinyu Mulberry and Me"

Since I was a child, I knew that I had a delicate skeleton and was a person who wanted to do great things.

The reason is not that I have the halo of the protagonist that I can see in the mirror... although it is because there is something on the head.

From birth, I could see, hear, and feel a goldfish inside my head.

Especially noticeable when distracted.If you stare at a certain point in a daze, you can hear the sound of goldfish bubbling and the sound of water, and when you lean sideways against the mirror and enter the dilated state, you can see the looming little goldfish in the back of your head.When I was young, I always thought that everyone was like this, because I grew up with this kind of voice, so there is no problem of incompatibility.

That's how it started.For some reason, I vaguely knew that I couldn’t tell other people about this, otherwise it would look weird, so I kept trying to hide it, and slowly entered elementary school like a normal person.Then, Jinyu Sang finally found the script book.

Lines book.It likes this word very much.

——It was the day when the first grade of elementary school started.

On the night of August 31st, I had a dream.Because of the special meaning of the first day of school, and the strong memory (although I always remember the miscellaneous things), I still remember it now.

That dream is very simple.

The main color of the dream is green, mixed with cyan and black.For some reason, I came to a strange place, which looked like a garbage dump in a foreign country, it seemed to be underground.There were big garbage trucks all around, and there was a battered sign on it that I remember had a piece of duct tape stuck to it in the lower right corner.

Then some garbage-turned-animal crawled out of the garbage truck and chatted with me.In the dream, I didn't feel dirty, and chatted happily with those animals.Then they said they would take me on an adventure, to go out and see the outside world.I know it's not the earth, so I'm very happy and excited, begging them to take me there quickly.

Then the dream woke up.

They didn't keep their promise to take me there, and to this day I'm still disappointed.

I got up glumly and ate breakfast.I remember that the breakfast that day was dumplings and noodles, because the day before I made a fuss about going to school, I took my mother to buy rice noodles, and the bag of rice noodles was cold in my hand (celebration...why am I so stupid to celebrate this Thing. Celebrating anything is fine don't celebrate going to school).Then when I was drinking soy milk, Jinyu Sang spoke.

A little hoarse, but very lively, the voice of a girl of twelve or thirteen years old.

"Hey, do you want to know the continuation of that dream?"

I almost swallowed a mouthful of soy milk into my trachea, and a few drops spilled on my neck.While my mother was looking at my schoolbag, I quickly wiped it off to avoid being scolded.I looked around cautiously, and the red cushion on the chair had horizontal patterns.

"Hey, why are you ignoring me?"

I remember thinking hard at the time.I really tried.Because I looked up at the TV, I still remember the picture of my mother standing in front of the table and blocking half of the screen.

Then I decided to have a quick breakfast.

That's right, there will definitely not be any dangerous things happening in the morning, and it won't matter if you ignore them.

This is my first encounter with Jinyu Mulberry.If it is calculated by human standards.If it's a goldfish mulberry, it will definitely say "what, I've known you for a long time, you stupid human being"....

The following whole day, no, it should be said that the rest of my life ushered in unprecedented troughs and climaxes.

Jinyu Sang has been making noise.Always and always.

"Think about it, you must have gone to a very magical place later, maybe it is completely different from the real world. The sky is black in the morning, the sky is white in the evening, and the grassland is blue. Maybe you can ride Going around with the horse you're talking to. Speaking of which, what breed of horse do you know?"

enough.

"……You are noisy."

"No!"

"It's really noisy."

"It's all over!"

I stopped talking.

But I couldn't help but wonder what that would be like.

The world described by Jinyu Mulberry is so attractive, but as a five and a half year old girl, I was still reading the story of Sleeping Beauty, and I had no ability to resist.As I was writing, I took the pen and started listening to Jinyu Sang.

After class, do you want to go to the library to see...

No, no, the nanny is waiting for me, and I don't know where the library is.

I didn't wake up until my deskmate watched me staring at the empty space on the desk, and even though the classmate at the front desk handed over the notice, he didn't respond and touched my hand.The voice of Jinyu mulberry is not pleasant, and it is a chatterbox, chatterbox is not flattering anyway, but I was fascinated by it.

If I have friends, Jinyu mulberry is my first friend.

Goldfish mulberry is very noisy.But it comforts me when I'm upset, talks to distract me, and doesn't ask me what's going on.

For example, when a person is walking home alone.

There was an aunt on the side of the road who bought candy scallion pancakes. I stared at the silver box for a long time, but I had no money, so I left.Then Jinyu Sang said:

"Hey, come to think of it, what would you do if you found ten dollars on the road?"

"Go buy sugar onion pancakes."

This is a normal answer, isn't it?

Jinyu Mulberry seemed very dissatisfied. "No, no, think a little further."

"...Give it to my sister?"

I did my best, and that's as far as I could come up.

I have a sister.There are also parents.Friends are not without.However, no one has been by my side like Jinyu Sang.

No one knows my true thoughts better than Jinyu Sang, no one knows all my secrets except it, because it is in my head.

Even Jinyu Mulberry is always laughing at me.

"Stupid, you pick up money and give it away for nothing?"

"……"if not?

"Should give it to a beggar on the side of the road, and then he will send you a magical book, and then start a magical journey!"

I do not want to talk.

I don't know what use it would be to have such a book.

In my world, as long as I am obedient, go to and from school, do homework, make friends that my mother allows me to make, and hand her the report card to sign, that is enough.

"...Even if I get it, it's useless to me. Unless that book can let me understand the mentality of abacus."

"This is a good direction. The abacus becomes a god. Come on, come on, let's continue talking, okay?"

At that time, I was learning abacus and mental arithmetic in Primary One.It's not very difficult at first, and you can learn multiplication and division earlier, so mathematics doesn't seem so strange.A classmate found a computer for adults to play with. According to what 17x24 equals, I blurted out 408, which is about the same level.

I prefer counting dates to counting numbers.What I found out is that as long as you remember the day of the week on the first and last day of the year, you can easily calculate the day of the week on a certain month and day of that year.

Having said that, Jinyu Mulberry once said in class, "Try to turn the abacus upside down and play it as a car"....Because the abacus is silver, if you turn it upside down, the beads can roll around on the table, making it look like the family toy car.

In fact, its idea sounds quite interesting.

I think what Jinyu Sang said is much more interesting than what the classmates chatted.

Of course, there are also disadvantages.

For example, listening to this chatterbox is too focused, distracted in class, and bumped into a lamppost while walking.So then I learned to let the brain divide the work.

There was already a small water tank in my mind, and the goldfish swam in it. A grassland, a small forest, and road bricks were drawn beside it.The grass is used to think about the class, the goldfish is talking next to it, and the woods are the memory storage station.As for the paving bricks...that's for making sure you don't fall when you walk.

I'm stupid, trying my best just to make sure my real self walks normally.I really don’t have the strength to think about anything else, I can only think while sitting, because if I start to think about some very complicated things while standing, it is very likely that I will fall to the ground.Luckily, I usually wake up before my feet lose balance (because the feet shake).

Around the age of 11, I started getting headaches.

It's not that it didn't hurt before then, it's just that it was so severe that it was unbearable.Because headache is not like acute appendicitis, it will not attack all at once, it will seep into your body indistinctly and unknowingly.It wasn't until I was reviewing that my forehead hit the table in pain that I realized how much pain I had.

Don't say it when you have a fever.Before entering middle school, I was a sick child. I was admitted to the hospital once a year on average. The fever of pneumonia once reached [-] degrees Fahrenheit. I was lucky that my brain didn't burn out.

Memory and sensibility are not like hacks at all in my body, but like diseases specially designed to torture me.When you have a fever, your throat is thirsty and your whole body is hot, but the clothes you wear are cold, and you don’t even have the strength to raise your hands, but you still want to hit the wall.

After so many years, when I start to think about it, it's as clear as if it happened yesterday.I even remember sky blue sheets when I had a fever, and a cute little sailboat on the pillow I hugged like driftwood.

These abilities intensify the feeling of pain, and I connect what is happening now with all the pain I have felt in the past, as if I don’t think I am painful enough.Just admit it, my head is so messed up that I can't control it.

I am uncomfortable.

Jinyu Mulberry's voice began to be intermittent, making it hard to hear.

I remember lying on my stomach on the edge of the table, staring at my knees, trying to move my legs around the iron green legs.Numb legs.There are black checkered lines on the floor.The table was hard, and the little pain in my forehead was nothing compared to my headache.At that time, I guessed that there must be a mark on my forehead.

Even at this moment, the surrounding sounds and tactile sensations are still continuously coming in from the limbs and bones.The couple downstairs quarreled, and the man's voice was rough.The one near the terrace is playing mahjong.very noisy.very noisy.very noisy.I said that the world is so noisy, but others never believed it. ——The only one who believes in me is goldfish mulberry, because only it lives in my body.

It's bad.

There is an exam tomorrow, please get up and study quickly.

——So that question... What will happen if human beings unlock their own ROOT? Don't think about it anymore. It's absolutely uncomfortable. cat with a bell.

But, more importantly, I couldn't hear Jinyu-sang anymore.I can't hear you anymore.

I want to hear Jinyu Mulberry speak.The touch on the forehead reminds me of the time when I knelt on the floor to recite the scriptures of filial piety because of something wrong, and the patterns between the floor tiles were printed on my knees.

At that time it said: "This way you can have a good dream at night".

I don't know how many times it was, it was Jinyu Mulberry who saved me from the horrible real world.Every time other people are not there, as long as I don't tell, others will never know.only it-

Yes, I want to sleep better.I want to enter the world of goldfish mulberry, the sunset sky is so beautiful, I like the color of the fire clouds.Only then can I relax a little bit.If that's the case, it doesn't matter if you don't know what life is like for ordinary people, and it doesn't matter if you don't know what it's like to let your head go blank and not think at all.

No rules, no treaties, no real world, nothing at all.Is this misanthropic?Or do I just hate myself who is so stupid that people say IQ is only fifty at most...

But if the blind person has never seen the colors of this world, she will not envy the normal person, will she?

Moreover, through Jinyu Mulberry, I saw a more beautiful and magnificent world.

I want to hear you talk.I rarely ask for anything. I don't understand the benefits of fame and wealth, nor do I want to understand the mysteries of sex. The only expectation for reality is to live, and the most extravagant hope is a comfortable bed.

Yes, such imaginations are a luxury for me.Because when the time to and from school will be strictly calculated, no place in the house can be dirty, and even walking must be slow, freedom is the only hope.I don't have other desires not because I'm noble, but because I haven't even met the most basic psychological needs.

I just have to keep listening to Jinyu-sang about her world.As long as it can be like this.

——However, what if even such a request cannot be met?

Under such circumstances, I officially entered middle school.Compared with elementary school, the schoolwork of junior high school is more busy, and there are more students to deal with. Most importantly, the pool is finally occupied.

Mathematical exercises and essay topics fell into the space where the goldfish mulberry lives, so that it could only turn its body in a small space.I thought that completing the homework would restore the pool to its original state, but it turned out I was naive.Even after the homework is done, there is still more, more, more homework pouring in.

However, Jinyu Sang didn't complain about anything.

It just said: "Huh? This is homework? I wonder if there is any way to clear them all at once?" Then it started its daily nagging.It's not so much nagging as it is brainstorming.

brain hole.It's a word I didn't hear until I was in junior high school, but it's very suitable to describe the situation in my mind. ——Well, my brain is so full of water that I can raise goldfish.I rarely laughed.

It's not that everyone doesn't care about me, but there is only a little help that others can give.Even my mother, after taking me to see a doctor several times, said impatiently: Since it doesn't hurt too much, then don't treat it at all.So, even though the headache was so bad that I had to hit the wall, I didn't say anything.

Doctors occasionally ask about it.Once I said that I had an eight-year history of headaches, and the doctor just said, "If it's not a migraine, it doesn't matter if you die."

……so be it.Anyway, my expectation of reality has always been "to be alive and to be able to read books".Reading is because of goldfish mulberry, it needs food, and living is because of continuing to listen to goldfish mulberry.

When did things become like this?I no longer remember.

read a book.read a book.read a book.read a book.I kept reading, and gradually I fell in love with reading.Others have labeled me a bookworm, but I know I'm different from people who actually enjoy reading.

I read for goldfish mulberry.

I read to listen to Jinyu Sang's speech.

I read books so that I can spy on the world of Jinyusang.

So it doesn't matter if you have poor grades, no friends, and distractions.Because no one cares at all.

In high school, my grades plummeted.Junior high school is still barely manageable, as long as you listen to the lectures a little, look at the textbooks, even if you don’t do your homework, you can get your grades above the passing line, but high school is not good enough.Sure enough, as others said, I am a waste material, because I have a low IQ, so even if I am on the floor