Jun Yan

In the young and chaotic mind, all values ​​​​and three views have not yet been formed, and they just look at the warmth and warmth of the world in a ignorant way.

In the dark night, the cold wind whizzed by, blowing the unwilling and resentful emotions of countless people who were tired of life in the silence of the crows and birds.

His mother huddled with him on a wide and narrow wooden bed, using the greatest brute force in her life to hug him around the waist.The two faces that flowed with blood were closely pressed together.

She seemed to be trying her best to hold back something on her mind, Lin Tong only felt a faint pain all over her body, and after a long while, she said dumbly: "Little Tong, look at your father, sex day after day He would rather abandon his wife and children than indulge in those dirty places where women are everywhere. Yes, he has money, and if he has money, he can abandon everything and do whatever he wants!"

She paused, and there was a slight choke in her throat: "Your father, a bastard with a beast's face, all men in the world are like this!" She almost cried out at the top of her lungs with tears. Irritability wrapped in bloody desires ran rampant in the surrounding world, and finally broke into Lin Tong's heart impartially.

He still remembers the madness and suffering of that woman.

Lin Tong was lying on the seat, the clouds outside the window were hazy, and the scorching light that was about to come out in the past seemed timid at this moment.

Lin Tong rubbed the center of his brows, then closed his eyes shallowly, countless incomplete memories came galloping like thousands of horses.

At that time, it seemed to be the same weather.

His mother tried her best to hold back her sobbing, and babbled for half the night before falling asleep. He struggled to take a hand out of his mother's embrace, and casually wiped his face, which was actually wet.

In the dim room, with big watery eyes wide open, relying on his weak senses in the dark, he put his fingers on his lips in a mysterious way, and the strong salty smell wandered wantonly in his mouth in an instant. .

It turned out that tears are such a taste.

Very salty, a bit saltier than the leftovers after returning to the pot.

These few minutes are mixed with a woman's despair and depression about life, and it is the loneliness and anger that has been stagnated night after night.

This long-accumulated emotion has subtly affected the young man's mind, and it seems to be instinctive. He hates his father and everything his mother hates, even including his own male body.

This year, Lin Tong was seven years old.

The time here is long, ten years.