River Breeze Night Sparrow

In the distance came the muffled whistle of the ferry.The morning sun smudges the sky with a magnificent golden color, and draws a clear boundary with the gradually sinking darkness.

Shen Jiageng opened his eyes suddenly, and what caught his eyes was not the light blue bed curtain of the dormitory, but the empty concrete ceiling of the rough room, with only a wire hanging like a fishing hook and a precarious light bulb.

She moved, and found that her hands and feet were still tightly bound by the thick hemp rope, unable to move.

And the man was still the same as last night, sitting on the window sill, and then buried himself in painting with a paintbrush under the dim light.

Yesterday she was suddenly held hostage by this person, who pushed her into the car.As soon as she got into the car, a piece of cloth covered her mouth and nose, and she lost consciousness in a coma.

After an unknown amount of time, she vaguely felt that she had been dragged to this place.Her eyelids have always been heavy, and she can only open a crack even with all her efforts.

Her head hurts and the world is doubled.She only saw a man sitting on that chair, and in an instant it became two people again.Soon, someone covered her nose again, and she fell into a deep sleep again.

"woke up?"

Shen Jiageng swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously: "Brother, did you arrest the wrong person? Please, let me go, I will pretend that none of this happened..."

Faced with this pleading, the man turned a deaf ear.He turned his head and said with a smile: "Did you forget me? I'm brother Xiaoyu, take a closer look at me."

Shen Jiageng stared at him blankly, but couldn't think of such a brother, so he kept shaking his head.

"You still don't remember? Well, come and see this person, do you recognize him?"

The painting in Jia Yubo's hand was finally finished. He put down his brush, walked quickly to Shen Jiageng's side, knelt down on one knee, and showed her the painting with both hands.

There is a large sea of ​​warm red in the painting. In the sparkling light, there is a woman with red golden wings. She covers her chest with her hands and holds her head high, as if she is concentrating on praying in a bath of holy light.

Shen Jiageng looked at this bright naked figure in shock, and couldn't help feeling a little tingly.

Jia Yubo took the painting a few inches closer, pointed at the mole between the eyebrows and a scar on the forehead of the woman, and said, "Look again..."

Shen Jiageng kept shrinking back, shook his head desperately and said: "I don't know, I don't know, I really am not the person you are looking for, you must have admitted it wrong, let me go, please!"

Jia Yubo paused in disappointment, and said, "This is your mother, Jiang Xiaofeng."

"Xiaowen, do you really not remember anything? It doesn't matter if you don't remember me or Mother Chun. Why don't you even remember your biological mother?"

"My biological mother? Me, I know I was adopted, but I was so young at that time, so of course I don't remember anything... Who are you and why did you arrest me?"

"Your original name was Jiang Wen, and your mother's name was Jiang Xiaofeng. You, me, and another Xiaohao, the three of us grew up together in the Yichun Hair Salon."

"Jiang Xiaofeng? What are you talking about, Jiang Xiaofeng is my aunt..."

"When you were three years old, Jiang Xiaofeng adopted you to a distant cousin of hers. She hoped that you could get rid of the memories and identity of the past and start over. She didn't want the fact that she used to be a hair salon lady to become a stain in your life. , even if she breaks away from the mother-daughter relationship with you, she will not hesitate."

Shen Jiageng was stunned.

She also heard some rumors that my aunt had worked in a hair salon before, but she didn't think about the skin business at all, thinking that those tongue-in-cheek relatives just couldn't get used to my aunt's never-married life and gossiping around.

"I don't allow you to talk about my aunt like that! My aunt has been dead for several years, and the dead are the most important. Don't insult people's innocence out of thin air like this!"

Shen Jiageng struggled and twisted desperately, his wrists were already rubbed with red marks.

Jia Yubo's eyes widened, a little annoyed: "You actually called me slandering? Are you looking down on girls from the hair salon? Xiaowen, you are the last person in the world who can't look down on them!"

"When you were just born, you always had diarrhea. Mother Feng often hugged you for IV drips in the middle of the night, and went to several hospitals. It was the girls in the hair salon who accompanied you in shifts, and took their own life-saving money to pool together to buy you the best milk powder. .”

"You developed a rash when you were one year old. Mother Feng asked for prescriptions everywhere without eating or drinking, and she just circled around you alone. She fell over in her own room and knocked on her forehead. And the girls in the hair salon you look down on, Everyone takes turns hugging you, putting you to sleep, applying medicine to you."

"Without these women, you would have died long ago! Now, you actually look down on them?"

Shen Jiageng thought of the scar on his aunt's forehead and looked at the hysterical Jia Yubo, his heart sank quickly.

Fragments came flooding up, froth in the ocean of memory.

It seemed that there were indeed many different women standing in front of her and making her laugh.Those smiling faces changed like slides one by one, and finally turned into tearful eyes again, just like a movie screen.

And she was watching from the picture frame at this end ignorantly, raised her head with difficulty, hugged their knees, and said, "Mother Yun, Mother Chun, don't cry, don't cry..."

Shen Jiageng's chest suddenly felt very oppressed, and tears appeared in his eyes.

"Even if what you said is true, why did you arrest me?"

She wiped away her tears fiercely: "Did you know my identity a long time ago, and then you have been following me?"

"Xiaowen, why am I following you? I was observing you. Xiaowen, we haven't seen each other for nearly 20 years. When I first found you, I didn't dare to recognize you."

"Many years ago, Xiaohao and I went to find Mother Feng together. However, we almost searched the entire village, but we couldn't find her. A few years ago, I went to find her again by myself, only to learn that she had passed away. gone."

He looked at Shen Jiageng's face, with a strange tenderness in his eyes.

"Our mothers gradually passed away. After I was able, I would give them a gift every time they passed away. Sometimes it was a beautiful dress, sometimes it was new cosmetics..."

"Now, Mother Feng's death day is approaching. I think there is no one more suitable than you to give gifts."

Looking at the smile on Jia Yubo's face, Shen Jiageng felt a chill: "What do you mean by 'go to give a gift'?"

He smiled slightly. "Of course you took my gift, went to meet her in person, and handed it to her."

Jia Yubo paused, and said, "It's okay, I'll draw the last picture for you later, and you can see our mother Feng again."

Shen Jiageng was stunned for a while before he realized it.Is this psychopath going to kill her?

Thinking of the naked woman in the painting just now, she widened her eyes and yelled at the man in front of her, "You pervert, let me go! Disgusting, wretched man! Get out! Don't touch me!"

Shen Jiageng shook his head desperately, and hit Jia Yubo's chin with his head.But Jia Yubo stopped him and threw him into the corner.

However, Jia Yubo quickly calmed down.He looked at Shen Jiageng's face and said with a smile: "Mama Feng was Yichun's 'Daiyu' back then. You really look like her. You may be frowning but not frowning, and you may be happy but not happy."

"If it weren't for your face and the blood that bleeds from your body, you wouldn't deserve it, do you know that?"

Shen Jiageng watched Jia Yubo get up slowly, sat down by the easel in the distance, and began to bend over to adjust the paint again, feeling dizzy for a while.

What did Xiaowen say about him just now?abnormal?nausea?

Jia Yubo sneered.It had been too long since he had heard such a word.

Many faces came to mind, frowning, pointing at his nose and spitting at him.

A female classmate called him a salty pig's hand, shameless, and told him not to hang out with the girls.

A male classmate laughed at him as bean sprouts, a wimp who hides behind women, and a little pervert.

There was a female teacher who said he was a coward, a slut, a piece of garbage with a mind full of pornographic waste.

And the last delicate face was the only girlfriend he had ever dated in college.

He has hidden many aspects of himself, but she is still not satisfied.She had always disliked hearing him sing about the prostitutes in his famous novels, and they had argued many times about it.

Finally, one day, he accidentally left his painting behind, and his girlfriend scolded after seeing it: "No wonder I always feel so wrong! So you like prostitutes. Are you a pervert? Why did you draw nude photos of your mother? And You are so crazy, so disgusting!"

Abnormal, lunatic, disgusting!

His desire and anger rushed to his head, and by the time he reacted, his girlfriend had already slapped him heavily.

Jia Yubo looked at his hands, and his girlfriend opposite looked at him in disbelief, covered her face, and ran away crying.

It was from that time that he finally understood that not all women would understand him, and not all women were worthy of his love.

From then on, he always started dreaming.There is only one dream content, that is, he hides under the massage room bed of the mothers in the hair salon and draws pictures.

He reads Freud: "The impulses of childhood are still present in our dreams. It may even be said that our dreams and the desire-fulfillments we manifest in them come from childhood."

He began to reflect on himself and trace back to his childhood, but in the process, he found that he had a desire for the paintings he drew when he was a child.

Those paintings seemed to be the source of everything.

He knew he was sick, a strange and joyful disease.

He began to frequently appear in various bathhouses, sauna rooms, and remote hair salons, recalling the scenes in his childhood memories in various ways.Only then can he become a normal man.

And those women he loved, with his help, went to a beautiful paradise where they could love and support each other.There are the most beautiful, strongest, and kindest women in the world, and there is their current base camp.

He has always been obsessed with Fireworks Lane Liu, and for so many years, there is only one exception.

His favorite Xiaoyun's mother when he was a child, no, he was old enough at that time, and he only called her sister Xiaoyun.

And that lonely girl, she has exactly the same eyes as Sister Yun, it seems to be her reincarnation.

When he met Gao Xinyu for the first time, he was thinking, is it because sister Yun is worried about him, and has come to protect him again?

But she was still young, in order to keep her by his side until the day they could be together, he had to do everything possible.

She is still so immature and pure, he can slowly tell her how he was raised by a group of great women, and tell her that the beauty of a woman's body is the source of his life, and he needs to be bathed in that kind of beauty.

And that girl is so kind, just like sister Yun at that time.Just need his company, and agree to all his requests.

However, since she has gradually learned to understand his world, why, why did she leave him?

The paintbrush in Jia Yubo's hand was ground heavily on the drawing paper, leaving long marks.