Tree 3

Wang Jingcheng is ready to end his most terrible day.

With trembling hands, he took out a square red cigarette box from his inner pocket and stuffed it into his mouth eagerly. Water and food could not save the man who had no worries about food and clothing but was in dire straits.

The flames jumped back and forth restlessly in the draft, and the yellowish-blue face flickered. Heat was also coming out of the dim eyes, making their eye sockets red.

Like a snake spitting out its tongue, the cigarette was temporarily released from the lips by two fingers. The empty mouth took a deep breath, making a long "hiss" sound, which mixed with the gray smoke and slowly rose with it.

Since a long time ago, misfortunes have been happening like dominoes, one after another, until the first one falls backwards, and from front to back, it drags the last life down with it. Now it still lies on the ground, its cold body resting between his cold feet, its dilated pupils staring straight at the hazy face in the smoke.

I seem to have done something wrong, but it's definitely not all my fault. Damn it, damn it. I just had bad luck and got drunk once.

A few years ago, my wife cried and made a fuss about divorce over some trivial matters. Who would have known that, after they were newly married and had a baby boy, the baby in the cradle cried heartbreakingly, but the cruel mother did not comfort him. She was so angry that her chest heaved up and down like a balloon that was leaking air. The resentment she had been holding for days finally took in more air than it got out. Who would have known that she was really angry at the time, even though she had been quite reasonable before.

His old mother raised him with great difficulty. How could a son reject his mother? She just became a mother, so why doesn't she understand and appreciate her husband's filial piety?

Thinking of the woman's sharp curses and crying, and finally her indifferent and cold gaze, he shook his head and felt very uncomfortable.

The sound of the door slamming was so deafening that I almost forgot who left the room first and who sat alone on the bed. The two people who were arguing stopped their meaningless argument and realized that communication was useless.

Who knows, the usually nice woman suddenly turned hostile and insisted on taking his son away.

"Son, son, son, your Wang family is amazing. The moment I crawled out of my belly, I became yours completely. I still remember how you treated me like an animal that gives birth to offspring, an animal! Do you want me so much? Give birth to a child yourself. I will not become an animal again, just this once." Only once.

The woman stood up, and the swaying shadow of the chandelier cast a shadow on her pale face. They each had a different face.

One is always shrouded in smoke and can't see the road clearly, and the other stands straight in the darkness as if asleep, but when he moves into the sunlight, he will find that his wife's tired eyes are still wide open.

The woman saw her way clearly, threw the unclear fog on his head, turned around and walked away, her steps getting faster and faster, holding her son, the only child of the Wang family, in her arms.

That’s all.

A few days ago, she sent a notice in a condescending tone, asking me to change my son's name.

Taking advantage of a momentary advantage to kidnap a precious hostage, and then killing him without giving any time?

If the old mother knew about this, she would be furious. Things in their family had been really turning upside down recently. When their father was alive, their mother was gentle and kind, but after his death, she was like a sheep that had eaten meat and could no longer bear to eat only grass. She was starving, and the grass she had been eating for decades suddenly became useless. Her lips twitched, and she had to chew something.

The wife who was about to be in my arms ran away, and that was the fat piece of meat I had been longing for.

"Son, I'm worried about you not having someone of your own by your side. I won't be able to rest in peace until I see you complete your marriage."

No, what she really wanted to say was: Your father chewed me for many years, and only strands of fiber were left. When Mom was old and weak and had to supplement with raw meat, you brought Mom a piece of meat, so that I could at least satisfy my craving before I died.

Wang Jingcheng was also hungry, but unlike his mother who would occasionally lash out, he would be more dormant and would catch people off guard when he broke out.

"I was just confused for a moment and made a mistake when I was drunk. My wife has the same skirt as hers." He had never carefully distinguished the woman's attire. He just remembered the black color and the red flower pattern.

That day the female student came to him for his signature.

The long vacation is coming soon. I saw that girl signing the document and about to leave the school to go on a date with some young boy. She was wearing makeup and carrying a small bag.

"Classmate, wait for me to find the source file."

She first supported herself on the table with her hands, then seemed to feel something was not right, so she put them flat down. While waiting, she felt bored, so she moved her feet under the table in what she thought was a covert move.

The hard sole of the shoe pressed against the floor of the office, and he slowly lifted it up, tightening his calf muscles. After a while, he lowered it again, and then repeated the above movements, creating a gentle and sleep-relieving slow-motion leg-shaking technique.

The style of the skirt is new but the pattern is old. Influenced by the literary retro style, it is almost the same as the popular style more than ten years ago.

As he slowly slid the screen, the black curtain's wrinkles appeared more and less in his peripheral vision, and bright little flower patterns fluttered up and down.

A large class had just ended, and the students who had just finished class in the teaching building came out chattering, making people dizzy.

Oh, the dizziness might also be due to drinking last night when he was in a bad mood. He might have drunk before coming to the office, but he couldn't remember clearly.

I was looking through the files and found my ex-wife's profile picture, which was also colorful and tacky.

The pattern on the skirt next to her spun like a kaleidoscope. The female student turned her head and listened intently to the gossip downstairs. Perhaps she was looking for her boyfriend to come over. She didn't notice that she was not restraining her little movements to relieve boredom and really started shaking her legs.

you--

She turned her head suddenly in surprise, without saying a word, but her eyes were clearly questioning the completely unexpected offense.

The sharp female voice rang out again, even louder than the time when they quarreled with my ex-wife.

After all, she is young and can keenly sense the danger coming from upwind and react in time.

That's how it all came to an end.

No one believed this story because he had been divorced for many years, which was why he kept thinking about his ex-wife - the first domino.

From front to back, starting from the first piece to collapse.

"Hiss." Wang Jingchen took a deep breath, as if intoxicated.

He couldn't decide to give birth. He had to live like this from the moment he opened his eyes. There was no room for maneuver. Just like his ex-wife said, there was no way a baby could come out of her belly.

But he can decide to die.

Some people are born hungry easily. From the moment they are born, they learn to swallow someone's flesh, blood and milk without any instruction. Even when they know they are about to leave, they still remember to take some food with them.

No matter who it is, everyone's indulgence is a feast for him.

"Bring me a piece of meat so I can satisfy my hunger before I die."

One cigarette is not enough, I want another one.

Wang Jingcheng walked towards the kitchen. After the second cigarette was lit, he wondered who among his neighbors was there. The neighbor on the left must be there.

He heard his neighbor on the left talking on the phone with his family and smiled contentedly.

"I definitely have to go back during the long vacation. Should I take Xiaolin with me? Wait, let me ask her. She might want to go back to her house to play. Maybe we can go to her place to play for a day and then play at ours for a day. Don't rush to buy food. We always can't finish it. Okay, okay, if you need anything, let me know in advance and I'll bring it over. I'll go to the supermarket right away - wait, you -"

It seemed like the person on the other end hung up the phone. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't because he tripped and fell to the ground.

Flames shot out of the lighter, and Wang Chengjing's eyes became even redder.

The sun sets in the west, and the last rays of light return.

There's no time left.

He happened to run into his neighbor next door who was off guard because he was answering the phone. Yinsui took the key from him and opened the door of the house, then pushed the door open without hesitation.

She was still as silent as stepping on mud, so until she walked into the kitchen, Wang Chengjing, who was immersed in his own world, did not notice the uninvited guest.

It was the right decision to leave some space for the man who was making the phone call in the corridor. The person holding a lighter in front of the old gas tank was obviously much more suspicious.

According to convention, she would first investigate the situation, carefully consider her words and persuade the participants in the accident not to do stupid things that would bring disaster upon themselves, and meet the interlocking task requirements as if it were a long-term task, in order to complete a wish-fulfillment ceremony.

“Click, click, click.”

Outside the building, footsteps in the woods kept approaching, and the trees were reminding me.

There's no time left.

Wang Jingcheng finally noticed a figure that flashed into the room. Without even turning his head, he strode forward with a lighter in his hand.

Yinsui blurted out: "Wait a minute."

doesn't work.

The lighter, the gas tank, the crazy man who lit the fire, and the poor neighbor, together, form a logical chain that represents the lumberjack's charred appearance.

If we stop it from happening... there is only one option left now, and there is no chance to analyze the others.

They were a few steps apart, the man much closer to the source of danger than to her.

"Please don't die, I love you! From the first time I saw you, I didn't mean to sneak in and hide in your closet, can you please stop ignoring me." She frowned and started shouting.

No matter whether it is true or not, if it sounds ridiculous at first glance, you can't help but watch the fun, right?

Psycho. Wang Chengjing subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, disgust frozen on his face.

Please come over here, it’s really too late, the lumberjacks will probably be here soon.

"What's the use of **?"

"I'll give you money, we'll get married, and I'll give you all my family's money, as long as you like me."

The flame went out.

Being interrupted, the reckless impulse was reduced by half.

Wang Jingcheng felt that he was a head taller than the person who came. He worked out a lot in his spare time and was quite confident, so he walked over without restraint and wanted to continue questioning.

How funny, the two women in front and behind left him in a hurry, shouting at the top of their lungs, and suddenly someone showed up to get close to him when he was heartbroken. Maybe she should be sentenced to death, or she should seize the opportunity to savor it slowly and prolong the hope of life.

Yin Sui has other plans.

There are knives on the counter. Thanks to his habit of not cleaning up after work in the kitchen and leaving them lying around, every guest who comes in can help themselves.

"You? You--" He was shaking nervously and stretched out his hand to grab, but the person opposite him did not dodge but came forward, raised his hands and smiled as if ready to hug him.

The blade in the other hand hiding behind the door was stained with tomato juice that had not been washed last time and had now solidified. It was silver and powdery and sparkled, making Wang Jingcheng think it was a decorative mirror for girls.

His face was reflected on it, and at a certain moment, it suddenly became clear.

Just like that, before things became irreversible, Wang Jingcheng was also tripped and fell, much more seriously than his neighbor. He was seriously injured and died in one go.

In the gap before the knife entered his body and he took his last breath, the tall lumberjack's men raised their axe and chopped it down mercilessly, bringing up a gust of cool wind. Yin Sui, who was stuck in the soil, was blown so hard that he subconsciously blinked his eyes, which were hurt by the scratch.