To my dear Mr. Meng

When I went back that day until I turned off the lights and went to bed, Meng Qiansheng didn't notice that I was missing something.

When I got up early the next morning, it was snowing heavily outside without a sound, and it had already been covered with a thick layer. As far as I could see, everything was white.I was lying on the window sill looking out, Meng Qiansheng walked to the side and closed the window, leaving only a gap, and said, "Don't open it so wide, I just got up, and I'm going to catch a cold."

After washing, Meng Qiansheng brought over the hot milk and sat down at the table, while I was sitting next to him and peeling apples.He glanced at me, raised the glass of hot water to his lips, froze suddenly, and looked at me again, his gaze fell straight on my left hand.

I paid attention to his gaze and said flatly, "I lost it yesterday."

The reason was ridiculous, but he didn't say anything, just looked at me for a long time, and then continued to eat breakfast quietly without asking a word.

No one wants to go out on a snowy day. Even though today is the beginning of the new year, we stayed at home all day.After dinner, I stood at the door of the kitchen and watched Meng Qiansheng wash the dishes. After the dishes were washed and put on the shelf to drain, I finally couldn't help but open my mouth.

"Does Fang Wenqian know me?"

He looked up at me.

I continued: "If you are with her, don't tell her about you and me." I paused, and then said, "I don't know what you think. If you just play around, when I did not say."

After listening to me slowly finish, he said, "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Meng Qiansheng, look at what we do now, even without Fang Wenqian?" I smiled and looked at his expression, "You really don't intend to have three wives and four concubines, do you?"

He was silent for a moment, and said, "I wanted to tell you in a while."

"Are you afraid of irritating me?" I couldn't help laughing this time. "If this story gets out, you will become a scum who eats both men and women, and who will dare to want it in the future?"

He also said with a half-smile: "Originally I am."

"It's perfectly normal to empathize and not fall in love. Marriage is about being loyal, and falling in love..." I thought about my words for a while, "It's not all about making myself happy. If you are unhappy, you naturally want to separate."

He looked at me without speaking.I joked, "I can talk to you here calmly, without crying or fussing. You should thank me for taking the medicine."

He smiled.

I'm really not angry.

Maybe the first time I saw Fang Wenqian, I had already guessed that such a day would come, and it was just deception for so long.There is a saying that anyone can face the collapse of Mount Tai, as long as you know that Mount Tai will collapse.

I really don't know if Fang Wenqian knows about my existence, and I'm willing to believe that she doesn't know; as for Meng Qiansheng, I can forgive him without a bottom line, and even confuse black and white for him.

Just because I like Meng Qiansheng, pursuing him and admiring him has brought me great happiness. Of course, I will also be sad when he hurts me and betrays me, but this sadness is insignificant compared to the happiness of liking him. thing.

Liking someone, at its root, may be just a matter of satisfying one's own desires and pleasing oneself.It is difficult for people to actively sacrifice in order to fulfill the fanaticism of others, but they can often sacrifice themselves for their own love.

I lay on the bed for a while before Meng Qiansheng came in, turned off the light and went to bed.

It occurred to me that we hadn't had sex for a long time.Both depression and drugs make me have no physical desire. When was the last time I slept with Meng Qiansheng, three months ago, or four months ago?

Meng Qiansheng never mentioned this matter, and I didn't find him masturbating.I don't know if I didn't pay attention, or because he is with Fang Wenqian so he doesn't need it, or he is out of consideration for Fang Wenqian's chastity?

As soon as this thought hit the ground, it was immediately expelled from my mind.Jealousy burned unquestionably, but it was also a cold flame, sometimes very close to me and sometimes far away.

The days that followed were delicate.

Meng Qiansheng would answer Fang Wenqian's call, and would go out to date her. Although I made other excuses, I knew it well; but he would come back at night.This house was rented by him, and I was supposed to pack up and leave, but he never spoke, not even waiting for me to speak up, and he didn't seem to feel morally troubled by it.

I thought about it, and then I understood.

Indeed, having a new love and living together with an old love is of course a shame, but if it is only a cat, a dog, or a patient with mental problems living together, then it is all reasonable.

It is difficult to count a patient as a complete person, let alone a mental patient. I am afraid it is difficult to count even a "person".Just say "he is mentally ill", no matter what, he can be beaten back to his original form.

I asked Meng Qiansheng to help take out the little extra money I had invested, and started looking for a house. He saw it and didn't say much.When the money was given to me, it was a bit more than I thought, but he didn't admit that he subsidized it for me, and I didn't bother to pretend to be arrogant.Looking for a job is a busy and tiresome thing. After running outside for a few days, I suddenly remembered on the car home that I forgot to take medicine these days.

I'm not sure if it stopped for three days or four days, but seeing nothing unusual, I went back with a hanging heart.It would be best if I could completely stop taking the medicine this time. Those imported medicines cost me hundreds of dollars every week, which is not a big expense.

In the evening, I sat on the sofa and watched TV, and Meng Qiansheng was watching his laptop on the side.The heater in the living room seemed to be a little too hot, and I started sweating from the heat on my back. I changed the channel and it was showing a variety show, which was messy and noisy.As soon as I turned down the volume, I suddenly felt something was wrong. Immediately after a violent cramping in my stomach, I jumped off the sofa and went straight to the bathroom. Meng Qiansheng immediately followed me and asked me, "What's wrong with you?"

I don't know if the muscles in my body are trembling by themselves, or I'm trembling because of fear. After I found that I couldn't vomit anything, I pushed Meng Qiansheng behind me and rushed into the bedroom, wanting to get the medicine.During this process, I was full of strength, maybe it was my survival instinct, but when I saw the utility knife stuck in the pen holder on the desk, it all collapsed.

For a moment, I couldn’t see anything in front of my eyes, and my ears were full of strange sounds, like standing in a factory workshop where machines were rumbling. Deadly, the utility knife fell to the edge of the bedside table.The small knife with a yellow plastic shell looks like a soul-stirring monster. I only see the color in my eyes, which is as bright as the holy light of salvation.Meng Qiansheng pushed me down on the bed, and I suddenly started to have a headache. Ten thousand nails on the bed were pierced into my skull, and tears were pouring down my face. Calling him tearfully, begging him to kill me, the hand holding his collar kept convulsing and trembling, the front of his shirt was completely wet with sweat and tears, leaving dark water stains.He never let up, kept talking in my ear, telling me to calm down, and asking me if I had taken any medicine.

After saying it about five or six times, I replied no, his face changed, and he coaxed me to get me the medicine.I struggled to get up, saying that I would not take the medicine, and wanted to grab the art knife. He tried to hold me down. In the confusion, I broke free with one arm and slapped him across the face.

We were stunned at the same time, and the room suddenly fell into dead silence.

It was a slap, even though it didn't use much force, and it was very loud.

I didn't intend to hit him at all.

Meng Qiansheng had an unbelievable look on his face, and it took him a while to react. He turned over, put away the knife on the bedside table, found the medicine, went to the kitchen to pour hot water, and fed me with his own hands.It wasn't until I swallowed the medicine that I regained my senses from the slap, cried and hugged him and apologized repeatedly.

He hugged me and kept silent until he heard my breathing calm down. He gently pushed me away and said, "Go to sleep."

After finishing speaking, he turned off the bedside lamp, and took away the scissors, utility knife and the rest of the medicine when he went out.

Probably lying down until late at night, I didn't get sporadic sleepiness.The half-hidden door was gently pushed open, and a figure stood at the door, and I softly called out "Meng Qiansheng" in the direction of the shadow.His throat was hoarse from the previous toss, and he could hardly make a sound, but he still heard it, walked to the bed and sat down.

"You haven't slept yet?"

I was dizzy as soon as I sat up, and he took me into his arms, and I smelled strongly of smoke.He asked, "Where is it uncomfortable? Is your head still hurting?"

I rubbed his neck, "I'm sorry."

He stroked my back: "You didn't mean to."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

I felt like I was going to cry again, so I quickly closed my eyes, lowered my head, and finally buried it in his chest.After the sore nose passed, I said, "Meng Qiansheng, I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go home."

In the second week, when my condition stabilized, Meng Qiansheng took me for a reexamination, prescribed the medicine, flew home with me, and drove me to my doorstep.

We stopped at the same time and faced each other in silence for three or four minutes. I took the box from him and said, "Let's go here."

He glanced at the door of my house, and seemed uneasy: "You really didn't tell them in advance?"

I smiled and said, "My own parents, I can handle it."

He looked at me for a while, and then said: "Don't hide it from them. Remember to take your medicine on time, return to the doctor regularly, and bring your medical records and medical certificates with you when you review them. Call me anytime you need anything."

"Well, I know that."

He nodded, but still didn't leave, looking at me without saying a word, hesitant to speak.I couldn't help wanting to give him a hug, but finally I stood still holding the box and said, "Thank you, be careful on the way back."

When he came to the corner, I almost couldn't help blurting out to call him, some sour and choking liquid choked my throat, and when I tried to speak again, the man was gone.

Not long after ringing the doorbell, the door was opened from the inside.When my mother opened the door, she was still holding a half-peeled orange and a fruit knife in her hand. As soon as she saw me, the tip of the knife pointed at my chest: "Who invited you back? You are not welcome here, get out of here immediately!"

I looked at her for a while and said, "Mom, you seem to have lost weight."

"It's none of your business, don't do this with me! Get out!"

I said bluntly, "I have separated from Meng Qiansheng."

She stopped talking immediately, as if choking on an egg, I walked around her with a big box and walked into the house.She thought about it, closed the door and followed me, still not giving up: "What did I say at the time? It's impossible to get good results if you engage in such dirty things, don't you think? Meng Qiansheng is such a smart person , can let you take advantage? I think you suffered a big loss outside, and now you know that the pot is made of iron."

I said, "I'm separated, can't you not talk about it?"

"Why didn't I say it? It's not that you didn't listen to the persuasion. Now you can go back and prevent you from remembering. What if something bigger happens in the future? You are the only one between me and your dad. Things, what do you want us to do? Now you can go home after suffering a loss, and in a few decades, your father and I will die, and I will see where you go back!"

I didn't answer, and moved the things into my bedroom.The big bed was covered with a dust cover, the floor and furniture were clean, the ornaments on the table were put into glass cabinets, the books were stacked neatly on the shelves, and there was no dust on the window sills.

I just felt tired and fell down on the sofa.My mother followed upstairs, leaning against the door, chewing the orange in her mouth loudly: "You are a young master, you will enjoy it very much, come back when you want to come back, and leave as soon as you have a temper. There is nothing wrong with following an outsider's surname." Got it, I don’t want the house anymore, I think you’re really squeezed by the door! Don’t think that it’s fine when you come back, you don’t change your morals, let’s see if your father comes back and punishes you.”

"Mom, don't talk about it, I'm very tired." I opened the dust cover on the bed, and lay down on the bed before I changed my clothes.

"Sleeping without changing the sheets, I don't know what it's like to live outside!" She opened the closet, took out a three-piece suit folded squarely, and threw it on me, "Get out and change, I won't help you."

After changing into new sheets and pillowcases, I locked the door and fell asleep soundly.When I went downstairs for dinner at night, my dad sat in the dining room, glanced at him, and sneered first.I yelled "Dad", but he ignored me and ate alone.

At night, I went to bed very early and sat under the covers to read a book. When it was almost ten o'clock, Meng Qiansheng called and asked me if I had taken the medicine, and asked if my parents were in trouble. I told the truth, and he spoke in a gentle voice. He replied, "That's good."

I said "hmm", and both ends fell silent at the same time.

After waiting and waiting, no one said goodbye first, suspecting that the phone had been disconnected long ago, and took a look, the call time was clearly printed on the screen lazily.

"Meng Qiansheng." I called him.

"I'm here." He immediately agreed, "What's the matter?"

I wrapped myself tightly with a quilt, pressed my ears tightly against the receiver, took several breaths, and finally said, "It's nothing, just hang up."

He didn't hang up, he was silent for a long time, and said with a sigh: "I'm sorry."

"No sorry." I said, "hang up, I want to sleep. Good night."

"Good night," he said.

I didn't intend to hide it from my parents. I threw the medicine on the desk, and kept the medical records and diagnosis sheets in a file bag. I read books at home every day and poked flowers and plants in the small yard downstairs.Since I stepped into the house, my mother's mouth has never stopped, as if pouring out the grievances accumulated in the past two years to me.I mostly kept silent, and occasionally I could feel a long-lost kindness in it.

I don't think there's anything to be angry about.In this world, besides Meng Qiansheng and my parents, there is probably no other person who scolds me and serves me at the same time.

In the afternoon, I was lying on the sofa in the living room watching "The Story of the Golden Lock". My mother screamed and ran down the stairs. When I looked up, she almost jumped up and pressed on my head. I stopped suddenly a few steps away, and after a few "clicks" and "clicks", a pile of medicine boxes flew into my arms.

"What medicine are you taking? What disease?"

I sat up and gathered the medicines into a pile: "Psychopathy." Pointing to the file bag in her hand, "Medical records and diagnosis sheets are inside."

She changed color.

I looked at her indifferently, and a vicious pleasure flashed through my heart for a moment.

Her chest violently heaved back and forth a few times, and the voice she extruded was as if it had been shaved with a razor blade, and it was slippery and uncontrollable: "Impossible! Why are there so many strange diseases? I think you are very normal, don't be here. Listening to the wind is like rain there, taking these medicines will make you a fool, why do you think you are mentally ill? Did Meng Qiansheng ask you to see it? I think there is something wrong with him! This person is too bad. You must never Eat indiscriminately, do you hear me?"

I said lightly: "If you don't believe it, forget it."

She stared at me dumbfounded.

All afternoon, she sat in the living room with my medical records, and I stayed in the bedroom watching a movie. The end credits had already rolled out, and I didn't know what story I was telling.I ran out of water and was so thirsty that I had to get up and go downstairs to get some water.

My mother was still sitting on the sofa with her back facing the stairs, she didn't realize that I had come down, and she still hung her head.When she descended the last two steps, she suddenly sniffed loudly, resembling an animal's snort, and wiped her face with one hand, as if she was giving herself a massage.I was stunned by this weird behavior, and I immediately thought of many absurd and weird movies. After these complicated pictures receded from my chaotic mind like a tide, and my thoughts gradually became clear, I realized that she was crying .

I was immediately at a loss, and my first thought was to hide in the room.

She turned her head slightly, glanced at me from the corner of her eye, and immediately turned back quickly, leaving only a well-shielded back, shrugging her shoulders, and the huge living room was filled with murmurs of snot.I stood still for a while, filled the glass with water, and went upstairs.

My dad was on a business trip, and the house was very quiet for a few days.I was bored and went out alone. My mother asked me carefully where I was going, where I was eating, and when I would come back. She also checked the bus card, wallet, keys, mobile phone, etc. in my bag, and then she felt anxious. Standing at the door, staring at me as I changed my shoes and went out, as if I was going to go forever.

The end of the year is approaching, and the scene on the road is bleak.I was driving around the city on the bus, and when I heard the familiar station announcement while I was sleepy, my heart tightened, and I woke up, and found that I had arrived at the gate of the high school.I wiped off the fog on the glass with a paper towel, looked outside, it was already winter vacation, the row of shops opposite the school was quiet, and the car was driving forward, I remembered that there was a Cantonese restaurant at the corner of the street, it turned out that I He and Meng Qiansheng always go there to eat fried rice noodles, and his business is very good.I leaned closer and looked out the window, but the red and gray signboard in my memory did not appear for a long time. The place where it should have been hung was replaced by a fluorescent signboard. The word "milk tea" radiated fear in the dark weather. Human white light.

As soon as I opened the door, I noticed that the atmosphere was unusual.

My dad was sitting on the sofa in the middle, and my mom was sitting next to him. The TV was turned off, and the red light was still on.

My dad said, "Come and sit."

I sat down on another single-seater sofa and looked down to see my medical records on the coffee table.

"Have you been taking medicine for more than half a year?"

"Ah."

"You are really calm. If you don't tell us such a big thing, we won't know if you die outside someday!"

I kept silent, my mother waved her hand and interrupted him: "What nonsense you say, you can't speak your mind."

He glanced at her, then at me: "What about work?"

"Resigned."

"What about the money?"

I didn't understand what he wanted to ask, so I counted silently in my heart, and replied honestly: "There are thirty thousand."

He showed an expression of "I knew it", and put his hands on his knees: "What do you plan to do in the future?"

I can't answer.

He sneered: "What are you looking at me for? Are you going to sit and play at home and wait for me to raise you? You're 26 and seven, and you're still dizzy, and your parents are just giving you something to vent your anger on? You do some messing around outside." What a mess, it's not good now, I thought about going home, what did I do earlier!"

My mother said: "It's over, why are you still talking nonsense?" She said to me, "Don't think about it all day long, how can there be so many diseases, why didn't we hear about it at that time? It’s all thought up by modern people, everything is called a disease, and it’s not for making money. Don’t take western medicine indiscriminately, the side effects are very serious, and even if there is no problem, there will be a problem.”

I said, "I'll look for a job after the Chinese New Year."

"You don't need to report to me, do whatever you like, don't come to me anyway." My dad leaned back, as if to end the conversation.I never talked to him for more than half an hour.

I put away all the papers on the table and went back to my room. The door was ajar, and there was the sound of two people talking under the stairs.After taking the medicine, I was always sleepy. I fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.There was arguing in my ears, I thought I was hallucinating again, and I woke up with a shock, it turned out that they were arguing in the living room.

My mother's voice was high and low: "...he is obviously normal, but you just say he is sick, and you must have something wrong with your son to make you happy? I think you are sick!"

"What do you know? There are many mental illnesses, you have never seen..."

"Of course you know a lot. Your sister is a neurotic with brain problems! If your son is really sick, it will be inherited from your family, and there will be nothing good in your family!"

I shut the door tightly.

When I got home this day, I was greeted by a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine when I entered the door.My dad hasn't come back yet, and my mom is alone in the kitchen. I asked, "What kind of medicine are you cooking?"

She just turned off the fire: "I boiled it for you."

I frowned: "What did you boil for me?"

"Soothe the nerves and help sleep. Didn't you mean insomnia? I specifically consulted an old Chinese doctor. Don't take those western medicines all the time. They have serious side effects and hurt your body. If you take them for a long time, you will be dependent. No way. I asked about the one you took at night. , People say that eating for a long time will damage your intelligence and your brain will be broken. You are the same, you don’t know how to cherish your body.”

I said, "No, I think I ate pretty well."

"What a fart. I'll let you dry the medicine you drank last night. You can brush your teeth after you drink it."

"I don't want to take Chinese medicine."

"I'm your mother, and you don't listen to what my mother says? Could I still harm you? You see, you didn't listen to persuasion, and you did the same when you left. What happened?..."

I picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it all in one gulp. I drank it too quickly, and felt a little nauseous. I rinsed the empty bowl under the tap, and then I said, "Okay?"

"What's your tone? It's not for me to drink, and it's not for your own good. You don't know how to be blessed when you are blessed."

I left her, took a shower and brushed my teeth by myself.

Before going to bed, I opened the drawer and found that the quetiapine I took at night was gone, so I went downstairs to look for her immediately: "Where is my medicine?"

She was puzzled: "Didn't you say that you should take traditional Chinese medicine instead of western medicine?"

The experience after stopping the medicine last time rushed out of my mind. I was still terrified, sweating all over, and said anxiously: "The medicine can't be stopped casually, you threw it away?"

"What kind of medicine can't be stopped, and it's not a drug!" She said angrily, "If you don't take it, you will die? I still don't believe it. Stop yelling at me here, it's not big or small!"

The next day I went to the hospital to register, and the doctor changed me to other medicines.I am quite resistant to changing medicines. Every time I change to a new medicine, the side effects will kill half my life in the first two weeks.

Because of this, my mother had a big fight with me. In a rage, she poured all the traditional Chinese medicine into the rose bushes in the yard.

On Lunar New Year's Eve, my aunt came to the door without warning, and happened to bump into me.I immediately thought that when her daughter Xiao Mei told my mother about me and Meng Qiansheng, she must have known it clearly.Obviously she also thought about this, the muscles on her face slightly distorted, and it took a long time to regroup into a bright smile: "Hi, Xiao Jun is back! You have lost so much weight, are you busy with work?"

My mother's face was ugly, and I went back to my room after saying hello, during which she kept watching me with an apple in her hand, and I vaguely thought that I had turned into Gregory the beetle.On New Year's Eve, my mother's family was going to have a family reunion. She didn't intend to take me to embarrass myself, but I was caught by my aunt, so I couldn't do it.

In my thirties, I was still adjusting to the new medicine. I was always dizzy and extremely thirsty.After sitting in the restaurant for two hours, the clothes on my back were already wet with sweat, and I still heard my mother explaining with a smile that I was too busy with work in the past two years, so I didn't have a reunion dinner with my family.

Presumably, my deviant homosexuality has been known to everyone. When everyone sees me, the smiles on their faces become intriguing at the same time, and they look at me with a playful look, making me feel that I am standing naked. On the curious and interesting exhibition stand.

Uncles and aunts all complimented that our Li family is still Xiaojun's most successful, and asked how much his salary is now, and whether he has a girlfriend.My mother avoided talking about it, saying that she didn't have time, so everyone discussed it enthusiastically, discussing a blind date for me.I didn't have the energy to speak, so I couldn't stop laughing.

I heard that Xiao Mei and her boyfriend from the Zhengzhou University split and reunited, and finally succeeded in using their children to lock in this potential stock, and they are planning to get married in the next year.My mother gave the young couple a pair of big red envelopes, and at the same time gouged out my eyes. I held up the wine glass to bless them, my hands were trembling during the toast, and Xiao Mei cast a surprised look at me.

I was really uncomfortable on the eve of the night, so I stayed downstairs until nine o'clock, and then went back to my room.Lying on the bed, I was inexplicably excited, my mind was spinning fast, and I felt the blood flowing down from my whole body, gathering in my lower abdomen, and I felt an urge to masturbate.I don't know if it's because the new mood stabilizers don't work for me, and I'm a little manic.Thinking of this possibility, I began to fidget, my vest was hot, and I desperately wanted to find someone to talk to.

I hid under the quilt, and a string of numbers rolled around in my mind, and I couldn't get rid of it.

It's just a New Year's message, it doesn't matter.

In a wonderful sense of vertigo, I happily made up a text message for an hour, but felt that it was inappropriate at all, and finally copied a text message sent to me by someone else.

After I sent it, I started to regret it again.

The more I thought about it, the more confused my mind became, and I couldn't help but send another text message explaining that I made a mistake. The phone vibrated suddenly, and it turned out to be Meng Qiansheng's call.

I picked it up in a hurry.

Meng Qiansheng was chattering on the other end, not knowing where he was, and asked me, "Are you home?"

"Yeah." I grabbed the edge of the pillowcase, "Your place is so lively."

He seemed to smile: "At Aunt Ding's house. She broke her leg a few years ago and went back to her mother's house to rest. We celebrated the New Year here."

"Your father...is he still angry with you?"

"That's it." He said lightly, "The main reason is that Auntie Ding is inconvenient. I'll come back to see her. Are you feeling better recently?"

"It's okay, just changed the medicine."

"Did you change the medicine? Are there any side effects?"

"Almost." I suddenly didn't want to continue the chat, fearing that I might say something shameless, so I said, "My mother called me."

"Then you go." He said, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

Turns out my new year was not happy at all.

When I woke up early in the morning on the fourth day of junior high school, I felt so excited that I started talking to myself, so fast that I couldn't hear myself clearly.Heart palpitations made me breathless, I quickly locked myself in the small bathroom, trying to divert my attention by washing.When I touched the razor, I couldn't help it anymore, and ran downstairs in horror.

My mother was watering the flowers and said, "What are you running around at home? You're just talking."

I gritted my teeth, sat down on the sofa, hugged a pillow in my arms, and sat upright.After a while, she entered the bedroom, and then came out fully dressed, and I asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the grave with your uncle and the others."

The heating made me break out in a cold sweat: "Can you not go?"

She glanced at me inexplicably, lowered her head and changed her shoes: "Do you still want me to stay with you at home? Are you three years old?" After speaking, she closed the door.

The laughter on the TV instantly subsided, and I only heard the beating of my own heart, as if in a daze.

The hot water flowed into the bathtub, steaming the entire bathroom into mist, as if it were real or unreal.I opened the glass cabinet for small objects and found my dad's razor and the replacement blades in a small box next to it. I put my mobile phone by the sink.

I picked up a blade.

When I first came under the knife, I did push hard and cut deep enough, although I am still not sure how deep to cut the blood vessel.But when bright red blood scrambled out, the fingers began to be limp, and the blade licked the fingertips, and blood dripped out.The second stroke was obviously lighter, and the third stroke was even lighter, but the incision was dragged so long that blood gushed out from under the skin.

The water in the bathtub gradually increased, and the panic and tsunami rushed to my head. I didn't know where the strength came from, and I stood up suddenly and grabbed the mobile phone on the stage. The blood on my wrist flowed into my palm, making the mobile phone slippery and greasy Yes, almost flew out of hand.There was a vacuum in my mind, and I couldn't remember anyone's phone number, so I could only press the emergency dial subconsciously.I don't remember having an emergency contact at all.

The phone rang, and Meng Qiansheng's name was displayed on the dial screen.

I was stimulated by the bloody smell of rust and had stomach cramps. I fell to my knees by the bathtub and dropped my phone on the floor.At this time, I felt pain, and I put my left hand into the hot water, and I felt a tingling pain like fine needles, and I was submerged by the temperature of the hot water in a blink of an eye.

At this time, there was the sound of the door lock turning, and I was even more panicked. When the phone was about to hang up automatically, it suddenly connected, and Meng Qiansheng's voice came faintly. The hands-free was not turned on, and it was as small as a mosquito.

"Oops, what annoyance, I took things off. Are you using the bathroom?"

My throat seemed to be grabbed, and I couldn't speak.The sound of my mother's footsteps approaching and then moving away, and suddenly approaching again: "Are you taking a shower? The door is not closed, do you want to die of cold?"

She didn't hear the answer, and said dissatisfiedly: "He Yujun, I'm talking to you, you are deaf!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and I felt as if I was starting to lack oxygen.One of her feet appeared in the doorway, and only one thought flashed through her rusty mind.

Oops, this is going to scare her.

The author says:

If the circumstances require, please do not imitate, seek medical treatment in time, and follow the doctor's advice.

Gregor the Beetle: The protagonist of The Metamorphosis.After turning into a beetle, he was disgusted by his family and locked up in his bedroom. There was a plot where he sneaked into the living room, and the family was frightened. His father hit him with an apple and drove him back to the bedroom.