House of lies

artificial intelligence? "

"Pretending to be pitiful is also very cute. I feel like a child who hasn't grown up."

From the day he participated in this game, Eleven never smiled again.

"""

Seventh day.

Is it possible to summon Shenlong after spending seven days without a mobile phone?

I'm not interested and don't want to know.

The competition has reached a fever pitch, and this report will determine my ranking.If you get this rank, you can increase the number of money in my bank.I am not very good at showing cuteness to the audience, but in order to thank you for your help, I will tell you the truth of this game.

I'm a part of it, and there's another reason behind it.

Of course, I don't want to use it as a bargaining chip for my canvassing, so everything will be discussed after the end.I'm not curious, but since the day I entered this game, I've been wondering how you guys would react if I said it.

Really want to hear it?

That's it.

The staff, behind-the-scenes planning, and company president of this game——

Thank you for making me see the dark side of this era.This statement is still polite.

"""

At this time the game is over.

Both contestants can give their own reflections.Eleven said thank you everyone with a straight face, then looked at his watch.Unexpectedly, the cute girl on the opposite side began to sell miserably.But the audience in the audience gradually showed a tired look.Eleventh thought, the opponent's team doesn't have that high operational ability yet - first of all, it must be clear that the TV station is going to transform now, and the audience, even the most curious audience, is gradually getting tired of their poor performance.

Eleven did not speak.

She also didn't say that according to the information she obtained from her investigation, not a single word she uttered was the truth.Only Eleven knows that she is also one of the scammers.

Two scammers are playing this game on stage, talking about people and things that don't exist.

But is it important?

She raised her eyes to look at the banner, and on that banner were six words "filling the spiritual world".Use the most beautiful colors and just the right font size.Everything here costs money, and money is numbers printed on paper.

spiritual world?

Eleven smiled wryly.

Where do they need any spiritual world, they just need to see some interesting things.But there is nothing wrong with this. Everyone needs to relieve themselves. When they are relaxing, reading online articles and playing online games is naturally their favorite.

Eleven is no exception, no one would embarrass themselves like this.There is an app on her mobile phone, and tens of dollars are spent there every month.Even if it's fake, it doesn't matter, no one cares.

It's not anyone's fault.

The whole era is trapped in numbers and color pictures, illusions that can be fabricated by hands alone.Everyone in the stock market is crying for one or two dollars, and now they are controlled by the click rate and forwarding volume.

And in this game, the person who obeys the rules the most will become the biggest winner of this era.

"""

So, thank you for your attention.I'm going on stage now.

Thank you.

Participants

Ling Shiyi

"""

This game is over.The referee was whispering to each other, and the numbers on the Internet had been screenshotted, and the time was frozen at that moment.Eleven didn't feel nervous, she just felt that it was finally over.

She wants to win, she wants to get out of here quickly, and she wants to take out her phone quickly.I don't know if it has vibrated Eleven, because it has been turned off and is staying in its backpack.

She didn't need to look back to know that the people in the audience were also watching her and talking about her.Is she the runner-up or the champion?

No one can understand their reports, but everyone can see the amount of forwarding.The opponent's odds of winning are greater than hers, and Eleven knows it very well.But she always has to give it a try, and even if she only wins the runner-up, that's enough...

Let's take a gamble, shall we?

Is it because her suspense has a better chance of winning, or will more people like her if she sells poorly?

At this moment, the last card was turned over.The referee stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "The champion is—"

What was displayed on the screen was her name, Ling Shiyi.

"""

"(Source Document) The Impact of the Characteristics of the Development of Electronic Technology on Society"

Author: Ling Shi

"""

Awards ceremony, various ceremonies, and follow-up handover work.After going through these procedures, he stood outside the door, and as expected, Eleven heard someone approaching behind him.

That should be someone from the TV station, and it was only because of the last sentence of the report on Eleven.She could almost imagine that the ratings kept soaring at this moment.She wanted to laugh, but she didn't, she just turned around and stopped a car, telling the driver to speed up.

Destination, the city's No. [-] Hospital.Eleven didn't want to know if there was a car chasing after her, it didn't matter to her anymore.Is the person she cares about most awake now?

Elder sister, Eleven won the game, so don't sleep, okay?

The car stopped slowly.

Already at the hospital.

Eleven didn't make any nostalgic movements, she rushed to the hospital as soon as she got out of the car.The camera of the TV station looked extremely fast at this moment. It was a live broadcast, and everyone was waiting for the truth from Eleven's mouth, but she never thought of telling it.

At the last moment, a staff member finally stopped her. Eleven in the camera was as indifferent as ice, and her impatience could be felt even through a screen.

The microphone was handed to her. Because it was a live broadcast, the sound was very loud, and people could see people coming and going behind Eleven.

"What do you mean by that last sentence in your report?"

"Aren't you worried that this would constitute defamation?"

With a blank expression on Eleven's face, she said, "Do you want to know?"

The red light on the camera was blinking.The sky is white, and the sun's light is a little dazzling.In such an environment, it is impossible to see the mobile phone screen clearly.

"Okay, let me tell you. My sister is Ling Shi. She is studying at the number one university in the city. She just got her Ph.D. this year. She was going to apply to stay in school, but she didn't."

Eleven looked around at everyone present.

She can be sure that no one has a higher education than her sister.Saying the prefixes of sister's names one by one is enough to kill them.She didn't want to ridicule, she was no longer in such a mood.

...Moreover, she is not qualified to ridicule.

Eleven continued to speak, his voice was calm, and the tone was decadent and even cynical.

"She has a disease—well, you won't understand the name of it. Today is the date of the operation."

All things are clear.

Why did Eleven come to participate in this competition, why did Eleven desperately want to win, why did Eleven say that.It was because of the elder sister——Eleven stared at the people in front of her and heard the sound of the strong wind blowing.She has seen enough of this world.

In order to cure my sister's illness, I came to participate in the TV program.

In order to be able to scrape together enough money to pay off the debt, he aimed at the huge bonus here.

academic.

Entertaining.

My sister is the most outstanding genius I have ever seen, even though she is too poor to buy expensive special medicines.

Yes, but she still has to ask for money from this group of people.Eleven did not speak, because there was nothing to say.Just as she did when she commented on the 'academic competition that needs to attract the attention of the crowd', she understands that it's no one's fault.There are people like her in every age, but on this day, it's her turn to be Ling Shiyi.

She moved closer to the microphone and took it from the reporter.

"If you want me to say something to stir up the atmosphere, I'm sorry, I don't want to say it. I'm going in to see my sister. The operation should be over."

The microphone fell hard to the ground, marking a semicircle on the gray platform, and the reporter closest to her heard it humming slightly.Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering if they should rush into the hospital.

And the person who just held it has already rushed into the hospital gate.

The author has something to say: - Hello, I'm going to talk about BUG again.

About the game itself: very unscientific!Although it is possible, it makes no sense no matter how you think about it—how boring is the TV station to be like this! 【The author is a scumbag】

About Teochew:

I have time to think about it, but I still don’t know how to make it up.Among the many lines I have said, I think "happy" is the most touching.

- and its intent.

It was because my phone was broken and I wanted to write a short story—and then I wrote and wrote it like this.So some of the foreshadowing is also very rough.No insinuation, but when I am unhappy, I will open Jinjiang to find a sense of existence, and then the thinking mode spread to "I am so sad to live by staring at clicking and collecting" QAQ, do you want to leave a message?

☆、"Split Personality"

"My mother often said that I lived a carefree life before the age of 15, and my daily life was very happy, and I was completely untouched by the dark side of society."

(day)

My name is Daylight.

But my mother's surname is not Bai, her surname is Shen.People who know her call her Shen Xin. After her parents divorced, she once said that she wanted me to change my surname, but I didn't.It was a coffee shop in the shopping mall outside the courthouse, and my mother had a cup of frothy coffee and a blueberry muffin in front of her, a white china cup with beautiful gold lines on the rim.

Mom is wearing an expensive and gorgeous dress, and the ironed trench coat is draped over the back of the chair.She wore exquisite makeup, and the divorce did not make her haggard at all.That year, I was 11 years old.

My mother touched my head very gently and said, "Okay, if you don't change it, don't change it."

She took my hand and left the shopping mall, hailed a car, and held me in her arms. Her arms were very warm, with the smell I was familiar with.She said: "From now on, we will depend on each other for life."

Then she said: "You are my daughter, be obedient."

(White night)

My name is Bai Ye.

I showed up because of that weak guy—ah, forget it.That's not the point at all.Although you asked me... I don't think there is anything to say.

Ok?

Yes, I know her, she is the one who deals with classmates and friends.As for me, I just leave it to rot in a corner. I don't want this garbage body at all.

Tsk, if she is willing to escape, I won't have to suffer so much.But who made us sisters?

You asked me what I hated the most - naturally it was the sentence said by the owner of this body: "Everything about you is mine, you were born by me."

Just kidding, I'm not, I'm Bai Tian's sister, but I have nothing to do with that woman.But don't tell her this kind of thing, she will definitely beat my sister.

(day)

Thinking back carefully, this matter should not be that simple.But I really didn't feel any stress from the divorce at the time, maybe because of my mom.There was no one around to condemn her, and I wasn't being bullied by little kids.Since I am about to enter junior high school, everyone is talking about going to school.

When choosing a school, the boy I liked said that he would go to a middle school in the province, so I asked my mother to let me go to that school too.At that time, I didn't think much about it.The boy has fair skin and red lips like a girl, and we are separated by an aisle, and we often compete who can finish the homework first.

I mustered up the courage to tell my mother.

Mom was doing makeup at the time.I remember her curling her eyelashes in an exaggerated pose, and I never understood why adults and big sisters do that.Aren't they afraid of pinching their eyes?

Best of all, Mom looked like some strange, unfamiliar monster to me when she did it.The eyelids are drawn downwards, the base is pink, the bloodshot spread across the horizontal cloth is like a dyed spider web, the whites of the eyes are infinitely enlarged, different layers of ripples are reflected in the pupils, and there are also layers like protective nets Curved clips are on the outside.It seems that there is a monster living in the mother's eyes, and the eyelash curler is a weapon used to protect the monster.

I don't like mothers like that, but I've never dared to say so.I can't tell why, maybe it's because I know that as long as I do this, I will be scolded. ——even though my mother has always been nice to me.

I said, "Mom, can I decide which school I want to go to?"

Hearing my words, she froze for a moment.Then he asked me gently, "Which school do you want to go to?"

As we speak, we are in a car with a driver, even if it is just a stranger.I said the name of the school, and my mother nodded: "Why?"

"Because I have friends there, and there seem to be interesting extracurricular activities at that school."

This is the reason I said after thinking about it for a long time. At that time, it sounded nothing wrong. It was not until I grew up that I realized how ridiculous such a lie was in the eyes of adults.

I remember my mother's eyes turned cold all of a sudden.

Her posture and movements didn't change in any way, at most she just lowered her eyes, she didn't even move her lips, but I could feel the change in her eyes.She is no longer the gentle and kind mother just now, but like a stranger who doesn't know me.No, it's worse than that.

"Well, you can go wherever you want during the day."

daytime.

Not a daughter.

But I couldn't hear it at that time, I just happily hugged my mother and acted like a baby.When getting out of the car, the driver said enviously: "You and your daughter have such a good relationship."

My mother thanked me very politely.She took my hand out of the car.

However, this is not the beginning of everything.It was very difficult to make that happen. Before that, I lit countless guns, and finally they met and ignited the most grand spark.

(White night)

ha?You ask me when exactly?Of course it was a long time ago.You can't drive me away if you want to.No, my memory is much better than that guy, I remember everything, unlike her, who always forgets this and that, the pain I have suffered, she forgets in a blink of an eye.

I didn't dislike her.Anyway, I will not despise myself.

For the sake of this cup of coffee, let me answer you.I remember that incident, and it had to do with hamsters.

(day)

I was so happy to be enrolled in a new school that even though my mother asked me to stay home, I didn't care much.No, on the contrary, I wish it were so.That's because something unpleasant happened in school.When I first entered school for a week, I didn't feel wrong at all, even though I left school alone every day.There are a lot of people who don't live in the school, but I didn't notice it at all, only I have no friends.

Maybe everyone is like this when they first entered junior high school.

I try to comfort myself.It's not too late when I get home every day. I look at the black and white digital clock on the TV and feel that I have a little more time to play computer today.My mother was afraid that I would be short-sighted, so I only spent two hours online every day, and occasionally even less.

I didn't fight back.Maybe it was because at that time, I had a vague premonition about that matter.I was subconsciously afraid of that monster, the monster with the eyelash curler.Every time I entered my mother's room and passed the dressing table, I was very scared. For some reason, there was nothing there.

But that's not a bad thing.Because in the end, I didn't even have two hours.

Turn on the computer and continue playing.I forgot everything about school.It didn't work, however, and the situation continued to deteriorate.Not only did no one eat lunch with me, I gradually heard girls laughing at me.I don't know why, and I don't want to know.

Slowly, boys joined in.

Many people don't understand the rules of school games.Typically, bullying starts with people of the same sex, but the opposite sex usually doesn't respond.They will think that this is someone else's business, or because of various other reasons, in short, no one wants to go into this muddy water before they figure out the situation.

If so, that's bad.Before that, I was able to get close to the boys because my grades were relatively good. In order to get a higher score, occasionally a boy would quietly let me into the group when he couldn't find anyone.And even if girls intervene, the circles of men and women are different, as long as boys say "who is afraid of whom", it is almost the same.

I don't know how other people view bullying, but in my observation, it is indeed the case.

Anyway, until then, at least I have a breathing space.Even if a girl says I'm hooking up, I can't help it. Sometimes I can do schoolwork alone, but most of the time, I can only rely on boys.The bad thing is that there is no trace of this kind of thing, and in the world of adults, at least there are interests that can be used as a criterion for judgment.

Does this statement make people uncomfortable?Would it be worse than joining a girl group full of ignoring me, and risking getting my homework torn up and being stuck in the classroom, etc.?

Even if boys ignore me, I can comfort myself, this is because of gender.

They all forgot, but I still remember.These ten words are enough to describe the whole thing.

Working so hard at school and only being able to relax at home, that was the dilemma I was facing.That boy ignored me a long time ago, and I didn't even dare to tell my mother, and occasionally lied, pretending to play with friends, although in fact I found a remote park to sit.It was in a park near the school, because beside the road, there was nothing—no, not a single classmate passed by for a month.

It was beautiful there, the black carved chairs and fountain reminded me of the pictures on the TV.Every morning, from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], someone will come to trim the flowers and plants. That person also wears a pressed uniform, and occasionally chats with me.And, tell me not to come here in October.I know it's not a private park, but I don't know why it's so safe.

That was my happiest time.Even with the cold wind blowing in winter, the sun still half-baked during the day.

Vaguely, I found that my mother paid more attention to appearance than before.She didn't spend much time in the bathroom, but it took a long time just to wipe the bottles and cans on the dresser.Once I wanted to talk to her, but I fell asleep waiting, and finally she called me up and told me to go to sleep with a cold face.

I should not be able to see my surroundings clearly because I was woken up, but after many years, I still remember that scene.My memory is so clear, every detail of the picture, every ray of light and every object in it, I can even immediately associate memories related to those things.It's not vague, like there's an accompanying painting for every feeling, and my descriptive skills aren't good enough to tell ten percent of it.

Are these things causing the fear in my heart?

have no idea.Finally, in the summer of that year, I couldn't take it anymore. When I got home, I asked my mother to raise a hamster.A fluffy little pet that belongs to me.I wanted something that was my own, I wanted it like crazy.Although I don't know why.

Then, my mother agreed.

She was sitting in the living room while we were eating.She held the pair of black chopsticks, and her curly hair hung down.She is wearing pajamas, very light pink round neck pajamas, the collar is very high, where there should be a collarbone, there is a wave in front of the dress, it is a wave that is slightly rolled up because of sewing, the transparent white gauze has a lot of Light shadows fell on the clothes.That's why I realized that the base color was pink and not white, because it was hard to tell.

I remember my mother didn't smile.

She looked especially scary when she wasn't smiling.After a long, long time, I thought about it and found that since the divorce, the number of times my mother smiled at me at home can be counted on the fingers.Except when she said to me, "As expected of mother's daughter".

Finally, the hamster was brought home.It seemed to be tired, and fell asleep in the cardboard box the staff gave me. It was lying on its stomach, with all white fur, drooping pink ears, and a black line on its eyes.

so cute.I remember thinking that.I named it Hajime.Hajime is very cute.Although it always ignores me during the day, I still find it cute.The first thing I do when I get home every day is to see it.I don't want to do my homework.

When I was in school, a girl finally found out that I had a hamster, and when those who bullied me were away, she came up to me secretly and asked me what a hamster was like.I'm so happy because I finally met someone who is like a friend.Although it was because of Hajime.But I'm still very happy.

After chatting with that girl, on the short way home, I covered my mouth and laughed very happily.

I haven't laughed like that in a long, long time.

— After my mother got divorced.

We chatted for a long time, until one day, the girl said she wanted to come to my house to see Hajime.I said yes without thinking because I would not refuse her request.I told my mom about that the night before.She looks like she just came back from outside, wearing a black coat with a gray and white fur collar that looks loose and soft, I remember when I was a child, I loved to rub my face against it when my mother held me Feels very comfortable on the collar.

Mom didn't show a trace of expression.

His face was stiff, like a monster coming out of a zombie movie.

I subconsciously wanted to back off, but I didn't dare.

Then I heard my mother say, "Okay."

With just one word, my mother walked back to the sofa and told me to do my homework quickly.And when I was doing my homework, I heard people in the living room arguing all the time. I changed several homework books, but I couldn't write any one.I vaguely knew that my mother might be talking to my father.

——I saw the key, but I thought it was the treasure to open the magic box.I want to let it go, but it's too late.

On the second night, that girl came to the house and watched Hajime with me.After dropping her off at the subway station and coming home, I saw my mom sitting on the couch.It is a beautiful sofa, purple-gray, divided into three seats, and the cushion of each seat is a cross, which divides the cushion into four grids, and there are fluffy and soft pillows beside it, which are pink and star-shaped , a gift my mom and dad won when they hung out with me.

Mom said coldly: "Why don't you go and clean it up?"

I froze for a moment before realizing what my mother meant.I treated the girl to ice cream, and the bowl of ice cream got dirty.I hurried over to pick it up, walked into the kitchen, and started washing the dishes, clumsily.Just as I was scrubbing them clean, my mother snorted coldly from behind: "Do you want to block the water pipes at home with this washing method?"

But I've cleaned it up.

Maybe it's because I'm dumb that I can't figure out what else to do after washing and flushing all the dirt into the dishes.I seriously began to think about whether I should remove the table and reach in to get the dirt out.

But I clearly remember that my mother often did this too.She does this often, but no one scolds her.

Mom is still going on.

She said: "You can stay at home without doing anything all day. Now you can't do small things well, just like your father." She pushed me away and started to clean the dishes.I stood in the kitchen doorway, not knowing what to do.Father.Why did mother mention that person?

With nothing to do, I went back to the living room.I remember my father, before the divorce, the last words my father said to me were:

"Stay with her, you will regret it sooner or later."

I thought it was my father's angry words.At that time, I was forced to take sides, and in the end I took my mother's side.So I think, that is what my father said out of unwillingness.Now I seem to understand a little bit, but I still don't feel that things have reached that point.

Mom washed the dishes and changed her clothes.She sat down by the phone, as if about to pick up the receiver again.

But she didn't.

She saw my appearance, and for no reason, she began to curse.I can't remember what she said, I just remember that the sound is blurred in the picture.I stand by the wall.There is a corner, where two walls meet at a right angle of ninety degrees.I stroked the corner of the wall behind me, trying to calm myself down.

My mother's voice was like fireworks during the Chinese New Year, throwing them all crackling and hitting me heavily.I told myself not to think anymore, not to think anymore, as long as I can't hear it, it's fine if I don't remember anything - so I closed my eyes, bowed my head, and seemed to be completely broken by the scolding.

Only I know, that's because I don't want to remember that picture.

But it didn't work, the memory was clearer than I thought.Every detail of the past came flooding back to me, I remember the feeling of my mother hugging me, the touch of my little hand in the cold wind, and the beautiful words.Mom was never like that.At this moment, I remembered the original picture.

The monster in mom's eyes escaped.

It escaped because there was no eyelash curler.

It must be like this.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and looked up to see my mother's eyes.My mother's eyes are beautiful, with long eyelashes and black pupils, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I covered my mouth and started crying.I can only feel one thing: I can finally wipe away the tears that have slid down the side of my chin, and those tears feel so cold.

Cover your mouth.

There was only one voice from outside.I cover my mouth when I laugh, and I cover my mouth when I cry, so is the crying and smiling me the same person?

If only it wasn't the same person, if only there were other people around me.I am the one who laughs, but not the one who cries.Yes - that's not me.

Then, I saw my mother throw Hajime into the corridor outside.She turned her head, because the door was open and she could see the night outside.Looking back in the night, Mom looked exactly like a monster hiding under an eyelash curler.

In my eyes, the world has officially become fragmented.

(White night)

Um?You ask what happened to the hamster?

Nothing happened.It was just being left outside by that person, for two days and two nights, if it wasn't picked up, it would have starved to death.That's none of my business, that's a daytime pet.But, are you doing something wrong?I came out to help because of her begging.

White nights.

Well, I remember.I remember them all.

(day)

This doesn't solve anything.Because I was disobedient, I was locked in the room all weekend. My mother asked me to copy the "Book of Filial Piety", saying that I would be fine after copying.I don't like reading, but because of my mother, I copied it obediently.Voices outside the room could be heard in the room, but the door was in the way so it wasn't bad.

I started copying.The first feeling is that I can't finish copying, but I still continue to copy.It was alright at first, but then my hand gradually became unable to hold the pen due to too much force. After massaging myself several times in a row, my hand was stiff in a weird position, and I could neither restore it to its original shape nor make it obedient. Hold the pen.It felt like it was a piece of wood and not my hand.

But I keep copying.

Does it mean that as long as I finish copying, then I can get my mother's forgiveness?I secretly thought so.A 12-year-old junior high school student couldn't think of a good solution, and ended up just copying all the time.While copying, news came from the living room that it seemed that a guest had arrived.

If it was a room with better sound insulation, I might be able to pretend I didn't hear it, but there is no way in the home environment.No matter how I put myself into it, those voices still got into my ears, pervasive, like a shadow.My mother was chatting with the guests, and her voice was very anxious. I didn't know until I heard this that my mother went to my father yesterday and asked him to increase the amount of alimony.

It was at this very moment that I connected everything.

I stared at the book, feeling ironic for the first time.Because I heard it, I had to think about it.Thinking is something like instinct.It's not my fault at all, but because my mother just encountered something that didn't go well.I remembered what I had seen in books and on TV, and I thought that was the case.

Mom, do you think it's fun to bully your only daughter like this?

I laughed, but not because I was happy.I told myself not to copy, I was going to persuade my mother, tell her that she was the one who was wrong.I know it's wrong, but I still want to do it.At that time, I didn't understand that adults had developed a set of norms that no one else could change, and no matter what I said, it was just that children were ignorant.

So, run away from home?

This option crossed my mind.But I was thinking that even if I could escape, I couldn't escape very far.I don't have a bank account - I asked my mother when I was in middle school, but she just threw me a card with only 20 yuan, and she didn't deposit half of my monthly allowance at all, but insisted on me I remembered wrongly at the time, I didn't ask her to help deposit half of a month's pocket money into it, but asked for less pocket money.

She doesn't want me to own my property.

And if I want to, I can only go with her.

This is a dead end.

I have never thought about so many things, and the gears in my mind stopped immediately.I even thought of a plan to scratch my face, then run to the police station, say another fake name, and live in an orphanage.But then I thought about DNA testing, and I found out in despair that I couldn't escape very far.

In the end, I just wanted to hand over the copied note with trepidation.

I turned the handle and heard a small click from the lock.At this moment, I heard a sentence: "Daytime? Oh, it's okay, it's still the same. I called my friends to play at home yesterday, and I had a good time. Hey, it's just that her washing posture is wrong. I told her Several times..."

Mother's voice is still so gentle, that's the way to speak to friends.

daytime.daughter.do the washing up.

why i don't rememberWhy are these words not in my memory.

I curled up and hugged the paper in my hand tightly. I could feel my fingertips began to tremble, because just now even though I couldn’t finish copying and even couldn’t hold the eraser brush firmly, I still squeezed the barrel of the pen tightly, and now I have lost the support. Momentum, so the strength in the hand was finally uncontrollable.

The white paper slipped to the ground as I tried my best to hug my knees.And now, even if I want to tear them up, I can't do anything.My hands are shaking.It was shaking so badly.

Mom won't care, right?

Mom didn't really want me to copy it, did she?

Adults are the best liars, so that must be the case.I know I want to cry, I know I need to cry.But a voice told me not to cry, because that's how it was in school, because crying would only make things worse.

So even though I have tear moles in the corners of my eyes, I cry very infrequently. [1]

If I can't cry, what else can I do?

The air in the room was extremely stuffy, and the lights were on, but it was still very dark because of the curtains.The world behind me is still noisy, and my mother is talking very loudly, as if she is afraid that I will not be able to hear.She calls every night, every night, or once every three days.

Each call is different, but the words are the same.Obviously divorced, still talking about his father, saying how bad he is, completely destroying his life, and now leaving this daughter here.I'm not my mother's daughter, I'm just a leftover from my father.

Every time my mother calls different friends, I don't know how she found so many friends, and I don't know why she has to find new ones. Maybe it's because the last one got tired of listening to her and refused to answer her phone.They can get tired of hearing it, but I can't.I had to listen, the sound went straight into my ears.

I wish I was deaf so at least I could deceive myself.

But my hearing always works at the wrong time. I can hear the sound of the sports car whizzing downstairs at twelve o'clock in the night, I can hear the screams of the neighbors on the left and right, and I can even remember that every night at eight o'clock At one o'clock, there is a person in the distance who can practice the shepherd boy's flute, and the melody is always changed once a week.Maybe I'm slower than others, but I hear clearly.

I feel terrible.So sad.good