Chapter 18 Second Dark Echo (10)

She stopped and stared at him blankly, unable to remember who he was for a moment.He is someone else's husband and father.He is just an ordinary middle-aged man, weak and downcast, only protecting himself.He looked at her and whispered to himself, what exactly do you want to do.I just made a mistake once.You will not let me go, and you will kill my life. She said, teacher, give me another chance.We can start over.He said, shut up.There was deep disgust and fear in his eyes. Just at this very moment.He opened the door, quickly took the knife from her hand and threw it on the ground.He grabbed her by the hair, dragged her backwards into the living room, and started beating her.His fists hit her forehead, eyes, cheeks.Hate the weight.Endure for too long, only to collapse completely.She was thrown to the ground, and his feet stomped blindly and hard on her stomach.Blood was all over her face.she screamed.His child was so frightened that he kept crying.Neighbors gathered around to dissuade them.

It was raining heavily.The crowd, excited by the bloodshed and scandal, watched the excitement and refused to disperse.Someone called the police.She was pulled out of the room by neighbors and fell on the mud floor.His hair was disheveled, his face was covered with blood, his clothes were torn and his body was soaked.She struggled and panted like a beast in the pouring rain, her throat was hoarse, and she made a sound similar to a dry howl.Tried to pounce on the security door again.The man who was also falling into madness was discouraged by everyone, and while struggling hard, he cursed her hysterically.

His mother caught him just in time.His mind was in turmoil.The only thing I heard was my mother's voice.His mother ordered him sharply, it's none of your business.good life.You go back to school immediately.She forcibly pushed him into the taxi, lowered her voice, and said, you are not allowed to communicate with her again.Don't mind her business anymore.This girl is hopeless.She's gone crazy. When did people's will begin to collapse, and dignity was left in the mud and no one took care of it.This kind of sinking and depravity.Nei He, when you grow up, will you feel ashamed, ignorant or calm?Because it's a long tunnel you have to go through, otherwise you can't catch the shimmering light that flickers in the distance.You have to trust it all.The reality of light.it happens.

Then his lamp shone on my head, and by his light I walked through the darkness.This is our sin.inland river.Our sins will definitely be annihilated in the darkness we have walked through. The white light and roar of the train roared past.He saw them hugging each other in cheap, dirty little hotels.She was defeated, and he wanted to share her suffering with her.He touched her cunt, and the warm blood made the skin on his stomach sticky.He could not enter her painfully damaged body.Their confrontation had no effect.Her wounds are part of his body.It was his blood, his lobular arteries, his soft and shameful mucous membranes.Split out, not having time to clean the broken edge, bloody.They cannot copulate, cannot approach and bond.isolated from each other.

His body was soaked in her blood, limp and weak like soaked tissue paper.He withdrew his hand from under her waist and saw that the palm was also covered with blood.Thick brown blood clots fell down rustlingly.He couldn't control himself, put his hands on his head, curled up his body and cried bitterly. He was awakened from his sleep by a nightmare.His eyes were bloodshot, his heart was beating violently, and he was still immersed in suffocating memories.Trying to calm your unsteady breathing, wipe the sweat off your brow.The night rain is still making noise.The lights in the room have been turned off.He turned on the flashlight under the quilt and gently opened the old book.There are several pages of letter paper in the book.He often carried some of her letters with him, sometimes slipping them into the book without reading them.

The letter was written on the pages of a poorly printed student's exercise book.The postmark on the envelope is from Bomi.Medog did not accept postal services, so the letters she wrote there were sent to Bomi and then sent to Shanghai.The handwriting she wrote with a B-type drawing pencil is already somewhat blurred.The date on the postmark shows that the letter was written four years ago in the spring. Shansheng: This village on the top of the hill has fertile land and sparsely populated land.There are large peach blossoms nearby. When spring comes, the flowers bloom very violently, and a single tree blooms into a large sea of ​​flowers against the background of snow.

Mountains and blue sky, such beautiful scenery can only be the masterpiece of heaven.When the peaches are ripe, no one Picking, quietly ripening and falling, piled up on the ground more than a foot thick, tens of miles A sweet smell can be smelled outside.Too many peaches.They had to be used to feed livestock. I've never felt so conscious in life as I do now.Don't watch TV, don't read newspapers, No entertainment.Like the wheat in the field, it has a safe life.i know i don't Not old.Maybe it's because of starting to get along with the kids.Children often go barefoot for long walks

mountain road.When the mountains are not closed, I go with them to nearby Dexing, Yarang, Beibeng, Collect plant specimens, go on an outing.Also go home with them and make home visits.kids from The nearby Monba villages are intelligent and lively, like wild grasses and wild flowers flourishing on the ground. grow freely.They have very little chance of getting out of the canyon, even after they become adults, maybe their fate is different. But still be a porter or a farmer.But even barefoot teenagers should have access to the right to knowledge. The books you mailed to Bomi have already been transported by the villagers for me.Life here is simple and material is scarce, because everything has to be transported in.A year will pass quickly.I don't know if I'm going to stay another year, two years, three years...or longer.This isolated island on the plateau is isolated from the world, and the road to enter it is as difficult as to leave it.It is the only one that exists here, with its beautiful flowers and full moon, as if it has little connection and support with the human world.Everything here makes it perfect.

Under the light of the flashlight, the handwriting on the letter became more and more damaged.He put down the letter paper and felt sleepless.The rain had stopped.He walked to the window in the dark, opened the glass window, and saw that the wet street under the street lights downstairs was empty.There are pale and gray shadows of mountains in the distance. She didn't fall asleep.Burying his head in the pillow, he turned his face sideways and looked at the man standing in the night.She could hear him tossing and turning and the sound of flipping paper while reading a letter.But she knew they couldn't comfort each other.The sky is about to light up.Their journey will also begin.