Doomsday Wonderland

Method 23

“My time in the family was short, only twelve years.”

Fu Xiluo's voice became distant and vague at some point, like the swaying skylight like mist in the dark blue-green sea water.

"I sometimes imagine...if nothing happened, would I still have the opportunity to cover the first period of my life with my growth year by year."

...In the study room shared by the parents, there are two entire shelves of bookshelves, filled with books on parenting and education. They were all kept by my mother after she had read them one by one and approved them.

According to the teachings in the book, she will ensure that Fushiro still has enough sleep time in addition to the heavy schoolwork; nutrition, health check-ups, dental correction, physical exercise... will not fall behind at ordinary times. She would try to avoid working overtime on Sunday afternoons because that was family time spent with her children.

Fusiro thought that maybe it was because his mother had taken such good care of him in other aspects that he had neither a cold nor a fever after spending a day in ten-degree weather wearing a thin shirt. ; So this Sunday, he could only sit on the sofa with his mother, waiting for her to choose a movie suitable for him to watch.

"Tell me, how about we watch this documentary? Let's see how people achieve success step by step and how they become a great person."

Fusiro stared at his reflection on the TV screen and said "Hmm".

The mother started playing with satisfaction.

...How come you are not sick?

On Tuesday night, his mother was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she put a pool of hot water for him to take a bath. However, after closing the door, Fusiro just sat motionless on the toilet lid, watching the pool of water that she put in by herself slowly getting colder. Eventually it flowed into the sewer hole intact.

Letting her thoughts go to waste was all the revenge he could do.

Fu Xiro originally thought that he must have caught a cold.

He wished he would be sick, preferably a serious illness. He hoped that his parents would be anxious and worried about regrets, and would realize - realize what?

Fu Xiluo, who was less than twelve years old at that time, still didn't know clearly what he wanted his parents to realize; he just vaguely hoped that they would regret it, hold his hand and say, "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad don't This is how it should be”.

But on Wednesday morning, he opened his eyes in good health and was sent to school in good health.

Even if you are a child, life will not let you go as you wish.

Since entering elementary school, he has gone through countless weekly schedules. He just hiccupped on Tuesday, and everything continued as it was before, step by step.

For example, Fusiro knew that she would spend "parent-child time" with her mother at one o'clock every Sunday afternoon; she would set aside this time with few exceptions.

For him, it makes no difference and has no meaning whether it is parent-child time or some other time.

The other side of "parent-child time" is that Fusiro is not allowed to do anything else. He must participate in activities arranged by his mother - talking on the phone or playing football with friends, going out to eat together, or going to the video game store to watch people together. Playing video games... He had already given up such expectations.

He stared at the screen quietly, waiting for the documentary to end.

When his mother is satisfied, he can leave, and then he will have a short period of free time of his own; it seems that because "work and rest" is also a theory that his mother believes in, he can freely move around for two hours on Sunday afternoon—— But to be honest, Fusiro felt at a loss when he thought about what he should do and what he could do in his free time.

What he didn't expect was that less than a third of the way through the documentary, he was interrupted by a ringing phone.

"Who is still calling the landline?" Mother pressed pause unhappily, and hesitated for a moment before answering the call. "You're a telemarketer, right?"

However, the phone rang relentlessly, ringing one after another. Finally, my mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she walked over and answered the phone: "Hello?"

Fusiro pricked up his ears.

The mother looked startled. "...Xiao Si?"

Fusiro straightened up from the sofa, stretched his neck towards his mother, and asked in a low voice: "Is it Ansi? Are you looking for me?"

Ansi is the daughter of his aunt; his aunt is two years older than his father, and Ansi happens to be only two years older than Fusila - although the two-year difference is already as big a difference in the eyes of a child, Ansi puts him From the perspective of peers, the two are very close and even secretly took him out to play AR games several times.

The call should have been to Fu Xilao, but his mother didn't look at him, and just waved her hand quickly, not to deny, but to wave away his question. She did not intend to hand over the phone receiver to him, but continued to ask: "Tell me slowly...what's going on?"

She gradually frowned, her face mixed with disgust and faint anger; after listening for a while, she said: "Are you already downstairs?"

Where is Ansi downstairs?

Although it sounded like something was wrong, Fusiro couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he thought that he would inexplicably play with Anji today; if every day was numb and boring, then even a little accident would be... What a pleasant surprise.

The mother hung up the phone and hurried out the door. A few minutes later, she came back with a red-faced girl. Fusiro jumped off the sofa and was about to greet Ansi. However, when he saw Ansi clearly, he suddenly The ground stopped walking.

Anji's face was not red. Her face was red and swollen with irregular shapes; the skin under the corners of her eyes was obviously not damaged, but there were bright red and clear small blood spots.

When she noticed Fu Xiro's gaze, she turned her head slightly in embarrassment and turned her face away.

Fu Xiluo lowered his eyes as if he was struck by electricity. For a moment, something trembled in his chest and he was speechless.

"You two go watch TV for a while, or play the foreign-language puzzle game I bought for Ronaldinho. I'll call your parents," the mother said with a gloomy, ugly face, as if comforting her. An Si nodded and said, "Don't think too much, it's okay, just go!"

Fusiro didn't understand what happened yet, but he also felt that Ansi probably didn't want to sit in the bright, spacious living room now, where even the traces of tears would be clearly visible.

He pretended not to see the blood stains on her face, led her into his parents' study, let her sit on the small sofa, said, "I'll get you a drink," and left her alone.

The mother was alone in the bedroom, the door was closed, and all she could hear was her faint, rapid voice, as if she was holding back her anger.

When Fushiro came back, the tears on Ansi's face had been wiped away and her hair had been rearranged. She even gave him a forced smile.

"My dad fanned me," she said without any wavering on her face as she took the drink, which surprised Fusiro with her straightforwardness. "I seemed to have passed out for a few seconds. My mom told me to come out quickly... I didn't know where to go."

At the end of her words, her voice trembled slightly; somehow, Lingfu Xilao had a feeling, and she suppressed part of her words.

"...Why?" he asked softly.

Ansi seemed to want to say something, but she didn't hold back the moment she spoke. Her facial features were almost distorted by the sudden burst of crying. She hurriedly closed her mouth and suppressed her emotions again. Her eyes were red, as if nothing had happened. Shrugging his shoulders matter-of-factly.

Fu Xiluo sat on the edge of the desk blankly, not knowing what to say in response.

Part of him wanted to be angry, part of him wanted to cry. He remembered that when he could not walk, one time, for some reason, a winter hat fell out of the closet and was smashed underneath. As far as his field of vision could be seen, it was dark and heavy. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not lift the bag. The suffocating dome.

When he asked about his mother, she was very surprised. She didn't expect that he would remember what happened when he was young. She seemed to be proud of him for remembering things early. She even thought that he was a genius, but she didn't take that into consideration. The fear she felt at that time was in her heart - "It has already passed," she said. "My lord is at home, what could happen?"

Sometimes when Fu Xiluo raised his head, he would hallucinate that he saw the adult world that he was gradually entering, just like the winter quilt that year, weighing heavily on his head.

He wanted to say to Ansi, "Don't go home, just live here from now on." But just as he had no say in the details of his own life, he could not change Ansi's life at all.

He hasn't even learned how to comfort someone properly.

"Don't worry," Ansi finally noticed that something was wrong with his mood and comforted him, saying, "I'm fine, I'm going to transfer to a boarding school in the next city soon."

"When?" Fu Xiluo was surprised.

"Next month." Ansi replied quietly.

There was silence in the study for a few seconds, and Ansi said again: "Your parents never do anything...it's great."

Fusiro seemed to have just grabbed a life-saving floating board, took a deep breath, and had something to say. "Well..." he whispered, "my mother hates people who hit people the most."

"Do you remember the book we borrowed from the library?" Ansi took a long breath, hugged his legs, and said, "That's it, the protagonist went to a new school, and it turned out that what he actually studied in the new school, How to fight the devil..."

Fusiro seemed to be finally pulled out of a huge and powerless feeling, and said with a smile: "I remember, I liked the second part the best."

An Si wanted to smile, but his skin twitched, and it hurt, and his expression turned flat again. "Although my new school is not like that, I heard that there have always been rumors that that school is haunted. There must be a lot of ghost exorcists in a place like that... If I knew how to ward off evil spirits , I will definitely tell you.”

At that moment, Fusiro sincerely hoped that Anji would meet ghosts in the new school.

It was not that Ansi would get hurt; he hoped that Ansi could defeat those weird and scary things without any danger, call him to tell him that he had seen something that had never been seen in the world, and learn from his new friends how to draw the formation talisman - after he learned it. , she no longer has to be afraid of her uncle hitting someone.

My mother's voice rang in my ears - "Only in real life... would I choose to get pleasure in this kind of daydream."

Fu Xiluo was startled and suddenly came to his senses, realizing that he had indeed heard his mother's voice.

But what his mother said was not what he suddenly remembered; she opened the study door at this time, walked in and said, "Xiao Si, it's okay, your mother will pick you up later."

"Mom, don't let her go home, right?"

The mother glanced at Fu Xiro but said nothing.

After Ansi was picked up anxiously, her mother took Fusiro and sat on the sofa again. Instead of turning on the TV, she put a hand on his shoulder and subconsciously combed his soft hair with her fingertips.

"You...you don't know who this sensitive character is following."

She looked at the reflection of the two of them on the screen and said thoughtfully: "But your love of reading leisurely books was inherited from me. When I was in school, I sometimes liked to read some literature, novels and the like. ……well."

She looked genuinely regretful and ashamed.

"Later, I worked harder than others, re-majored in my major, and endured a lot of hardships before I am what I am today. UU看书www.uukanshu.net" She paused and said abruptly: "Don't follow Xiao Si in the future. Too much fun."

Fu Xilao was startled and turned her head.

"She is not a bad child, but... she is immersed in such fantasies and cannot keep up with her studies, all because she needs a place to escape." The mother said lightly, "You are different. Your family is happy. You have a smart mind and can’t waste your energy on things that are not your real job——”

Fusila suddenly stood up and said in an almost calm tone: "She will go to boarding school next month."

Mother's hand paused in mid-air and took it back.

"Really," she said in a low voice, "...that's good."

I don’t know if you can feel it. This chapter seems very ordinary and nothing major happened, but it is really hard to write... so I have delayed finishing it until now. I am almost exhausted...

PS: When I was in elementary school, I was much wilder than Fusiro Luo. No, I should say, I was a wild man all the way from childhood to adulthood (). Looking back now, although I have a lot of regrets in the past, if I were asked to change it, I would never do it.