Syrup drowned!

drowning is common, but what about drowning in syrup?

The sky is golden yellow, even the sky is yellow with syrup. I don't know if it is because the sugary steam is mixed into the clouds or because the syrup covers my eyes. Most people will never imagine such a scene. Who would have thought that thousands of tons of syrup would devour the city in an unprecedented and terrible manner because of the bursting of the factory storage tank?

I haven't thought about it either-who would?

sweet, sweet in the ear, sweet in the mouth, and sweet even in the trachea and stomach. In this extremely sweet atmosphere, I only heard a whine. The boiling syrup burned everyone beyond recognition in an instant, but my legs were caught by the sticky syrup, and I couldn't get up, I couldn't break free, and I could only sink a little.

The wailing gradually died down because people were wrapped and swallowed up.

I'm lucky-for the time being, a small area under my feet is frozen for some reason. I can still keep my face above the syrup, I can still move my hands, I can still lift my lover up.

"Jin, don't move-"

I tried my best to lift Jin upward, and every inch she rose, I sank a foot. She struggled because her long hair was broken by syrup, which made me even more exhausted.

"Jin, don't move, I'll make you safe ..."

I'm almost at the limit.

-

We met on the train.

I fell asleep, and when I woke up, a girl was sitting opposite me reading a book. She seems to be reading a picture book, the temperament of Muxia or Monet. There is a musty smell of food hoarding in the sleeping car, but the elegant and delicious perfume on her body makes the smell in this room lighter.

"hello." She smiled at me when I woke up.

"hello."

that was our only conversation, because I couldn't even look her in the eye. Those are eyes that can forgive everything, even for me.

She has met me, and she knows me-me, a despicable thief.

the reason why I was reduced to stealing at that time was because I was too naive. It's a great thing that you can escape from the dens of pyramid schemes from rural areas to cities by yourself on a green leather train. I was cheated of all the money I brought from home, and it was so difficult to find a job in a society where elites are everywhere. Dignity didn't allow me to beg on the roadside, so I chose to lie to myself-I went to the bus to steal my mobile phone and then sold it.

Isn't this a more humiliating thing-but I didn't think of it at that time.

My fingers were pinched, but I met a pair of vacant, puzzled and extremely beautiful eyes.

that's Jin, and it's Jin sitting in front of me now. She knows me because she subconsciously covered the opening of a lady's purse after seeing me. This small move stung me, but I knew I deserved it.

"what a coincidence." She smiled slightly embarrassed.

I dare not answer. I feel guilty. What a small world.

"Never mind, you don't have to care."

she said so. She said, don't worry.

an inexplicable emotion appeared. This feeling gives me a feeling like honey, like citrus, like butter on toast melting a little bit, warm and sweet, in short, it is a kind of exultation as soft as afternoon sunshine.

I think Jin is the most beautiful girl in the world. I can't say why, but if I really want to say why, I think I may never finish.

then, we fell in love, dated in the sea along the way, and sat on the high roof. Two people sit side by side, the distance is very close, it is clear that the wind is very cold at night, but my cheeks are still very hot.

her eyes were drawn to her uncontrollably, and she was particularly beautiful tonight. The white skin shows the color of suet jade in the moonlight, from face to neck, from neck to her delicate hands.

she's beautiful. This was my only thought at that time.

I forgot what I talked about that night, because my attention was all on her, and I never dispersed from beginning to end. The only thing I remember is that the price of blowing a cool breeze for one night was that both of them had a headache for a long time after returning home and were lying in the hotel.

I have a headache, but I have a beating emotion in my heart. I'm not sure if it's called "happiness".

-

Her hair was broken a lot, but her upper body finally broke free from the bondage of syrup. The syrup gradually cooled down, but the burning feeling still adhered to the skin. Fortunately, the pain was no longer so obvious, so that I could stay awake and get Ajin out.

"step on my shoulder!"

"You will sink!"

my heart is warm, because she loves me dearly. This is the warmth that others have never given me-I know it sounds unreasonable, but for those who lack love, it is very simple to get happiness, just a little love from others, whether it is charity or sincerity, just a little love.

"no. It's cooled ... it's starting to solidify. It's okay. You step on it. You can pull me when you go out! "

syrup cooling is not a good thing, which means that I don't have much time. I must let the liquid escape before it completely solidifies into an impossible solid.

because she is the one I love.

I don't know about others, but I can give my life.

I have a gloomy personality since I was a child, and I don't want to tell you the truth. The idea of wanting to die has been lingering in my mind.

until I met her, I began to want to live a long life.

The girl who forgave me like an angel-on that trip, she had a good conversation with me. When she gave me her contact information, I was already in love. I may be a superficial person, caught in the sweet trap of love at first sight, and decided that she would be the only woman in my life without knowing more.

unique, unique.

She is my best friend, my lover and my mother.

The woman who abandoned me, I didn't even bother to call her mother. I never believed how much the lack of maternal love could affect a child before. I reviled those teenagers who were suicidal in the news as "melodramatic" and called them "too fragile".

that woman is beautiful, but she doesn't care about her own flesh and blood at all. On the night when she was packing and preparing to leave me, I grabbed her skirt and cried and begged her not to go.

She cried, too, and yelled at me, "Just let me go!"

"Why can't you set me free? If I stay with people like Lin Changsheng again, he will kill me sooner or later! Why are you pestering me to death? Why can't you think for your mother? "

I loosened her clothes, and she hugged me and kept crying.

"I'm sorry … baby, my darling … how much I love you …"

I don't know what to say.

"Do you love me, do you love mom ..."

"Hmm."

I don't know whether I love her or not.

"Then let me go." She said, her breath weak.

"Let me go ..."

-

One of the most insane things in the world is that men are not allowed to cry.

Mother slapped the marble table with her palm. She screamed hysterically. It's so cold that the marble desktop sticks to your face.

I can't understand what she is saying gradually.

"My son Yu Wen is so useless! Neither of you is promising! I'll give you food and drink, and I'll give you money. Are you crazy if you still do this? "

I sat still and observed the expression on my mother's face.

She doesn't seem to worry about me, but feels wronged for herself. I tried to search her face for signs of concern and tension, even the slightest clue-but I couldn't find it.

Just like my father, it was just an angry face.

I can feel her anger, but I don't understand the reason.

"Shit, it's no use. I was counting on you to have some fucking success ... you're crazy ... you want to threaten me with this?"

I'm just sitting.

"You hurt yourself?"

it didn't come out on purpose, but it was accidentally seen.

the scar on the arm.

I'm sorry, mother.

My mother was very angry. She casually raised a beer bottle and hit me on the head accurately.

it hurts a little, but there is no bleeding. The liquid hangs on the wall. No, it's a red liquid, and all the sticky stuff is sugar.

I forgive my mother, and I know her repression.

"what have I done to you? What's wrong with you? You fucking threatened me like that? Do you want me to die? "

I was sitting in the same place, but I saw my body running out and hitting my head against the corner of the glass table, hitting my temple every time. This is a very magical and funny scene. In this crazy state, the body can still rationally consider how to hit and kill.

is that a compass? Compass in my hand, towards the face, into a sieve, every hole is bleeding outward.

I think my body may be going crazy. I'm slapping myself, twitching, covering my heart, and making a terrible cry. That sound shouldn't belong to the forehead. Only the devil's throat can shout that sound, which is louder than the mother's scolding.

I rushed to the balcony.

my mother pulled me back.

"Don't fucking embarrass me, people can see it, you psycho!"

a slap.

The body can't control itself, and it hurts itself unconsciously while yelling loudly. I'm a little worried that my neighbors will hear it and it will have a bad influence in the future, but according to this situation, there may not be a "future".

"you let me die, let me die! You will be better off when I die! "

I feel like I'm sitting in a mental hospital. Mother often said that having mental illness is equivalent to mental illness. I never agreed with it, but now it seems that it is-but it's just that I will.

"I have suffered much more than you. Am I still alive? Nowadays, young people are dying for nothing. What the fuck is in your head? You just want me to die, and you are threatening me. I don't know your tricks yet ... "

I heard the sound of childhood asthma in my chest.

I have a hard life. I have a hard life.

I stopped screaming.

so quiet.

white light appears and is recited in a sweet voice.

"Come on, come on, you can be free."

it's saying. Mother is shouting. My body is tearing.

I'm just watching.

"mental derangement, worthless, you are useless when you are alive. How can I give birth to you garbage ..."

"Mom, you have never loved me."

I didn't shout, I didn't scream, I just quietly said this sentence with my last reason.

"ok! If you die, I don't want to live for a long time. You don't know how much pressure I have. If you want to die, I will die. The pressure of my mother is ten thousand times greater than that of your psycho. Why don't you work hard to make money and spend it on you? What's wrong with you? Let's die together, come? "

after that, mother burst into tears.

it doesn't matter, I forgive her.

-

Dear Jin:

I think we have to part.

I'm sorry, I can't give you love. My love is twisted and morbid, and it will hurt you.

I began to forget myself, and I was about to disappear. I didn't know what I was doing.

I wanted to write something. I tore and tore, and nothing was created except scraps of paper all day. I was scared because I didn't know the significance of my behavior. I was damned if I wasted my time. I'm sure I can only repeat inexplicable meaningless behavior like this until I get old and die.

I am deeply anxious because I feel that my time is not enough. The more anxious I am, the more I panic. The desire of self-destruction kisses me passionately, which makes me suffocate.

my love! What can I give you? Do you want me to rip out my heart? I can't think of how to repay you. I can only forbear my mania and squeeze some bloody softness from somewhere in my soul-can you really accept it?

Lin

8.17

-

Her calf finally went out. Through the translucent syrup, I saw the soles of her shoes. She left and she left without looking back.

why, why don't you come back and help me?

is she looking for help, but why did she laugh?

Is that a smile for the rest of my life? Is that a mocking smile?

I grabbed her ankle and pulled her down.

push, push, I will push as much as I love her. Hard enough to control her struggle, hard enough to break her ankle.

"Let me go!"

"I forgive you, Jin."

"Let go ..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't love me, I forgive you."

it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I have forgiven many people, not to mention that she is my favorite woman.

I am also in tears.

salt water enters the syrup, and only we are salty in the whine of honey flavor.

I hugged her desperately.

I covered her nose and mouth.

This is the happiest moment in my life. I died with my only woman.

The surroundings are getting harder and harder, and there is no possibility of escaping. It's cold, it's cold around, and time is slow.

we will suffocate in the frozen orange syrup.

We will hug and fall asleep peacefully.

The syrup wraps us, and we are like sleeping in crystal amber.