Who are you?

Whose?Who is that psychopath?He seemed to know a lot about me, things I knew and things I didn't know.

This kind of self-denial and doubt came so inexplicably, but it was so hard to let go.I suddenly wondered, did I miss something?

What is it?

There was a sudden noise downstairs, as if someone had come back.Then a cry interrupted my deep thought.

"Zuo An! Xiao An!" It was Dad's voice.

I frowned slightly, then got up and opened the door, walked out, and saw that my father was already at the stairs on the second floor.Looked happy to see me.

He came over and supported my shoulders, and asked with concern: "Xiao An, why did you come home today? Aren't you going to class today?"

"I have something to do when I come back, I asked for leave."

Probably because my attitude was too cold, he let me go with some embarrassment, then looked at me with a flattering smile and said: "Since you are back, let's stay for a few more days, Dad hasn't seen you for a long time, and your mother hasn't seen you for a long time. Miss you very much."

"No, I'll just take a day off and go back to school tomorrow."

The smile on Dad's face couldn't hold back any longer, his face pulled down slightly, as if he wanted to get angry, but he suppressed it in the end.I just looked at him indifferently, the expression on my face remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.

Sensing that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between us, my mother hurried forward to smooth things over: "Oh, it's okay, Xiao An finally came back, I will ask Aunt Zhou to cook more of Xiao An's favorite dishes, and let's get together as a family ,ah?"

When Dad heard this, his face softened a little.I glanced at my mother and didn't speak.

twenty,

I took a year off from school, and I spent that year in a nursing home.

Think I'm sick?No, it's just that they want to find an excuse to put me under house arrest.And the reason is because I like the same sex.

I don't know how they know about this?As far as I know from other people, they accidentally saw my diary one time, so they know it.Dad thought it was a disease, so he took me to see a doctor and took me to psychotherapy.

But I know that this is not a disease, so no matter how many psychologists I see, the result is the same.

But the funniest part of the matter is not here. If you see a psychiatrist, you should see a psychologist. I know that many people in this world cannot accept homosexuality. They think it is a disease, so my father thinks so. I don’t blame him. Sad why he doesn't want to listen to me.

The funniest thing is that my mother suggested to my father that my disease needs long-term treatment, but my father actually believed it.However, due to work problems, it was impossible for them to accompany me to see a doctor often, so they threw me directly into a closed nursing home, where I stayed for a whole year.

I should be glad they didn't throw me in a mental hospital.

I can't remember the events of that year very clearly. It's not a good memory after all. If I forget it, I forget it. Anyway, there is nothing worth nostalgic about.

It's just that sometimes I suddenly become suspicious, and I always feel that my memory is a little confused.Was I really thrown into a nursing home for that reason?But just because of this, isn't the reaction of parents a bit too big?In my memory, I didn't have much resistance to the fact that they took me to see a doctor, and I didn't mess with any man. Why did they react so much?

I can't understand it at all.I always feel like someone is hiding something from me.

I used to wonder if I lost my memory?But the fact proves that it is not. I can remember the memory from birth to the present. I have the impression of what happened every year. It is just that occasionally I can’t remember some insignificant things clearly, but I know that I have no amnesia.

Sometimes I feel that everything is so unbelievable, but I have no way to start, because there is no so-called lost truth.

But recently, I suddenly became more and more suspicious that things were not as simple as I thought.Maybe I really lost some important memory.

It seems that under this clear and coherent memory, there is another memory hidden.

The knock on the door interrupted my meditation again, and my mother's voice sounded outside the door, with imperceptible flattery: "Xiao An, it's time to eat."

I got up, opened the door, gave her a deadpan look, brushed her shoulder and walked towards the stairs.

"Xiao An!"

I stopped, turned my back to her, and said in a calm voice, "You don't have to try to please me, some damage is done. I won't target you on purpose, and I won't hinder your son's way, but please don't come again Take care of me, I don't want to hate you, it's too tiring to hate someone."

I don't know what her expression is now, but I think this is probably the most gentle treatment I can give her.A person who has been kind to you with deceit from the very beginning, even if she once gave you the most warmth in the world, when the truth is revealed, the pain and injury are unbearable.

I used to regard her as the closest person in the world, and I used to regard her as my biological mother.But it turned out that all the warmth she gave me was just to let her son get Dad's approval, just to see me suffer one day.

In fact, she is really stupid. Since Dad married her, how could he ignore her son?It's really unnecessary to please me.

21,

It was just the three of us when we ate.In fact, I'm a little curious, why I can't always see my nominal brother, who seems to be only a few months older than me.

It stands to reason that my mother has been married for so many years, so the so-called brother should also come here with her.But the amazing thing is that I really never saw him once, only occasionally heard my mother talking to him on the phone.But it seems that the atmosphere between the two of them is not very intimate, and the tone of their speech is very polite, not as close as when I was talking to my mother before.

I remember when I was not estranged from my mother earlier, I asked her, why didn't that brother come over?Her answer at the time was that he lived with his father.

This is also true, if remarried, it is indeed more difficult for the woman to bring such a big son than the man.Just looking at her mother's appearance, she is obviously very concerned about her own son.Even when I later found out that her kindness to me was not completely sincere, I was still able to express my understanding, after all, I was not her own.

How many mothers can do not favor their children?If my mother is still there, she must be partial to me.

It's just that I still feel a little sad after all, and always feel that my sincerity has been let down.

The quietness at the dinner table was weird, I didn't speak, neither did the two of them.I don't know if they are so quiet when I'm not around, I'll just pretend that they don't eat or sleep all the time, so as not to feel uncomfortable.

After eating, I put down the dishes and got up and went back to the room.As for whether they will have a conversation next time, or whether they will be angry or sad because of my actions, these are not what I want to know.

I searched my room again before going to bed, but still found nothing.

Lying on the bed, playing with the crystal ball he found from the room, his eyes began to go blank.I have never understood why that person chose me to play this game?In fact, I ignored this problem from the beginning.

There are so many people in the school, why no one is chosen, but me?There are four people in our dormitory, why me?The second child said that this person must be someone who knows me very well, and even knows a lot of things that I don't even know.

At the time, I just thought that this person was most likely someone who knew me, and it was all just a silly prank.But now, when that love letter appeared, I suddenly didn't think so.I began to doubt the purpose of the other party, is it really just a prank?

I don't even know about that love letter, how could the other party have it?

No, it may be fake!Why didn't I think of it then?

That's right, why didn't I immediately think that this may be forged by that psychopath, but hid the letter with a guilty conscience?

My heart is beating faster and faster, what does this mean?

I jumped up from the bed, took out the letter in my schoolbag, and looked at it seriously again.

The letter paper is a little worn, and the traces of folding are very obvious. It has obviously been stored by someone, and it has been stored for a while, maybe it has been a few years.The letter paper is a very simple traditional letter paper, which is really in line with my taste.The corners of the letter paper are a little damaged, and I don't know if it was damaged in the first place, or it was accidentally damaged by a few of us at that time.

To be honest, I really can't stand the words in this letter, it's so hypocritical.But I read it several times, and the handwriting on it is really mine.Could it be that the psychopath will imitate the unique art of handwriting?Or did he know such a god-man?

Well, I really want to convince myself this way, but somehow I just feel guilty.

22,

To be honest, I didn't sleep very well the night before.Probably because I haven't gone home to sleep for too long, I actually have strange emotions about my bed.I tossed and turned all night and didn't fall asleep until early morning.

As a result, it was dawn in a while, and the biological clock woke me up on time.

Not long after getting in the car, I fell asleep with the shaky feeling.

In the haze, it seemed as if someone sat down beside him.Because I was so sleepy, I didn't open my eyes to see it.I thought it was probably the person who got on the bus at the passing station.

While falling asleep, suddenly