Legend of Ravaging Dynasties: Sorrow Chapter 1

The morning mist that filled the alley was shining yellow halos by the gradually brightening lights.

In the early morning before it was bright, some residual starlight could still be seen above the cold blue sky.

The temperature has dropped rapidly in the past few days.

The breath is frosty.

Frozen three feet.

The clear world under the distant sun stays in my memory. 1

"Qi Ming brings the milk", as soon as she was about to open the door, her mother chased it out from the living room, holding a bag of milk that had just been steamed from the rice cooker, steaming steamingly." Oh, you boys should drink more milk to know how to cut, especially your first-year boys, how can you not drink it." After speaking, he unzipped the schoolbag behind Qi Ming and stuffed it in. Because she was a lot shorter than her son, the mother was on tiptoe. After filling the milk, the mother squeezed Qi Ming's arm and began to mutter again, "Oh, I just wear this for winter. How can this work? How can boys only pay attention to handsome?"

"Alright, alright," Qi Ming said in a low voice, then opened the door, "Mom, I'm going to be late for class."

I opened the door, and thick mist poured into the room. Above his head was the lonely white light floating in the deep winter.

It was still early in the morning, and the light didn't have time to shine through the long alley. The boxes, pots, and trash cans stacked on both sides of the alley can only show a circle of light gray outlines in the fog.

Qi Ming closed the door and shut it inside with his mother's nagging. There was only time to vaguely hear a half-sent "earlier after school...", the cold of winter cut off everything.

Qi Ming lifted the strap of the schoolbag, he said nothing, shrugged, and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Just two steps, I saw Yi Yao rushing out of the house staggering, and almost hit him. As soon as Qi Ming wanted to open his mouth to ask, he heard the woman's scream from the door:

"Hurry up, you hurry up to reincarnate, you, why don't you die! Lose money!"

Yi Yao raised his head, just to meet Qi Ming's slightly embarrassed face. Yi Yao's silent face showed no expression in the thin winter morning light.

In Qi Ming's memory, this one staring at each other is like a slow motion picture of the length of a whole century.

2

"Fighting with your mother again?"

"En."

"What's the matter?"

"Forget it, don't mention it", Yi Yao rubbed the bruise on his arm, which was pinched by her mother yesterday, "You know my mother is crazy, I don't bother to care about her."

"...Well. Are you okay?"

"En. It's okay."

Early morning in the deep winter. The entire alley was still quiet. It seemed to be soaked in thick fog, without any sound.

Today is Saturday, and all adults don’t have to go to work. The children nearby are still young, the eldest is in first grade. High school students follow an unwritten rule that they must make up classes on Saturdays. Therefore, in the whole alley, only two of them walked in a hurry.

Qi Ming suddenly remembered something, put down the shoulder **** one side, put the schoolbag forward to his chest, took out the milk, and stuffed it into Yi Yao's hand, "Here."

Yi Yao sucked his nose and reached out to take it.

The two walked towards the entrance of the bright alley and disappeared into a thick white fog.

3

How to describe the world you are in.

Across the top of the head are antennas that cross each other, dividing the unclear sky. The clouds float very low and low on the long and narrow sky. Lead-grey broken clouds cast alternating shades of light and shadows along the alley.

Every day after school to go to school, I must pass by such a narrow aisle like a corridor of time. On the head are the clothes hanging out by everyone in the family. They will never dry during the rainy season, but they are still drying.

There are all kinds of things piled on both sides, which are increasingly devouring the originally narrow alley. In the shared kitchen, there are quarrels every day. "Wow, how do you use our water?" The person who was spotted can only smile awkwardly and say, "I'm sorry to use it wrong."

Wet floors and walls.

Small windows. The light is too weak to see. The curtains are pulled to one side to let in more light and make the home look bright.

This is the world.

I lived for sixteen years. Live comfortably, very contented and comfortable. Like a close-fitting cotton sweater, it is not expensive, but it has a sense of dependence. Although these are clothes that make boys look very unsightly in winter, when it comes to autumn, even if the temperature is still hot, the mother will prepare early, nagging herself, and put it on quickly.

This is the world where I have lived for eighteen years. But it's almost over.

Four years ago, my father resigned from his job in the unit and went to the sea for business. Now he is the owner of a big hotel. Business is booming every day with visitors coming and going. I am so proud that I can proudly say "I'm sorry that this shop does not accept reservations" when I receive the reservation call.

The new house is in a noble community. High-rise residential buildings have beautiful river views.

You can leave this cramped and damp alley just waiting for the handover in summer. Even the word "escape" can be used. It was like pulling up a foot stuck in the mud.

My mother lives in this atmosphere of waiting and becoming more and more proud, and chats with neighbors often end up with "Oh, my rheumatic legs should be much better after I moved. This house is so humid. Snakes and worms have a hundred feet." Or "I think you can move them too."

Such conversations often drew envy and compliments, and at the end they would add another sentence, "You are so happy. Not only will the husband earn money, but the son will also be up for it. How can you not get the first place? How like us That little coffin at home, oh yo."

At this time, Qi Ming just listened from a distance, sitting in front of the window doing exercises, occasionally raised his head, and saw his mother surrounded by a group of hot and obsolete women, her face filled with unconcealable expressions. proud.

In fact, on several occasions when Qi Ming was on the way home, he would hear a few words of discussion, such as.

"I think the woman from the Qi family is about to die of pride. Sooner or later, falling down hurts more than now."

"I think so, men become bad when they have money. Don't look at her being arrogant now. From now on, she may be beaten up with her husband every day."

"It's her son, it really counts her accumulated virtue in the past life."

"I heard that I won the first prize of the National Mathematics Competition as soon as I entered school, hey."

It’s such a world, every day, every day, like a silky, twined into a transparent cocoon. The heart container built of vanity and jealousy is increasingly filled with viscous ink.

It smells.

Qi Ming passes through such a long and narrow alley every day.

When you pass by Yi Yao's house, you will see her cooking in the kitchen wearing an apron.

Her mother, Lin Huafeng, sits at the door eating melon seeds or flips through the newspaper every afternoon.

Qi Ming handed in the notebook from the kitchen window, "Here, I'll copy it for you."

Yi Yao raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, thank you, but my hands are dirty now. Give it to my mother.

When Qi Ming handed the notebook to Yi Yao's mother, her mother took it every time and threw it into the room. Qi Ming heard the sound of falling to the floor in the room.

Go two more steps forward, and it will be your home.

Before the key was inserted into the hole, the mother would immediately open the door, take her schoolbag, and hurry to eat.

In the middle of the meal, you will almost hear Yi Yao's voice "Mom, the meal is ready" from next door.

There was a time when I was eating every day, the TV station was showing the Taiwanese series "Mom Loves Me Again". I heard that it was adapted from the sensational movie that year. Every time my mother ate, she would sigh while eating. Immerse yourself in the world moved by selfless maternal love. During that time, my mother would wipe away tears that were almost invisible from the corner of her eyes, and then tell Qi Ming's mother's greatness.

Qi Ming always eats silently, and occasionally answers.

It's like cotton wool. Lying in the blood vessels. Obstruct the flow of blood. "It's almost condensing into a blood clot." There was such a sense of depression in my heart. I always feel that one day a thorn will come out of the blood vessel, pierce the skin, and be exposed to the air.

Every time the mother wiped her tears pretentiously, there would be more tingling in her blood vessels.

It's just a little bit of this thought. After all, not everyone can calmly face their dislike of their mother. This is against ethics and morality. So such thoughts only occasionally popped out of my heart like bubbles, and then disappeared on the water in an instant, bursting. A little splash.

Not like Yi Yao.

Yi Yao's hatred is straightforward.

When I was fifteen, I chatted occasionally.

Qi Ming said: "My mother is a teacher, she always loves to reason, very annoying. What does your mother do?"

Yi Yao turned around and said, "You said Lin Huafeng, she is a prostitute, a very bad woman. I hate her. But sometimes I still love her very much."

Yi Yao's fifteen-year-old face is calmly exposed to the summer sun. The skin has a transparent texture and almost sees red capillaries.

I hate her. But sometimes I still love her very much.

Prostitute. Bad woman. These words covered young lives like a tide in the summer of fifteen years old.

As if in Qi Ming's fifteen-year-old heart, a lot of seeds of thorns were planted.

After dinner. Qi Ming stood up and was about to collect the bowls, his mother yelled to stop him, told him to enter the room and read the book, and said, "How can you waste time on this kind of thing." To be honest, Qi Mingding didn't like it. Mother yelled like that.

He put down his chopsticks, lifted his schoolbag from the sand, and walked towards his room. As soon as I walked in, I saw my mother's contented expression in the crevice when I turned back, clearing up the leftovers, and walking towards the kitchen.

As soon as the door was closed, Yi Yao's voice came from next door.

"Mom, do you want to eat?"

"You care if I eat or not!"

"If you don't want to eat, don't let me do so hard..."

Before I finished speaking, there was the sound of a plate falling to the ground.

"You work hard?! You work hard to cook a meal? Do you treat yourself as a young lady?"

"You'd better not throw the plate," Yi Yao's voice couldn't be heard. "You have to buy it if you fell. There is not so much money at home."

"Are you talking about money with me?! What qualifications do you have to talk about money with me!..."

Qi Ming got up and closed the window~IndoMTL.com~ I couldn't hear the words clearly, only the sharp voice of the woman could be heard, which continued to explode. After a while the light in the opposite kitchen turned on. Yi Yao's back was under the dim light. Qi Ming reopened the window and heard the sound of water coming from the opposite kitchen.

After a long time, there was another sound of a broken plate.

I don't know who fell the plate.

Qi Ming turned on the desk lamp on the desk, and filled the enclave with dense numbers on the calculation paper with a pen.

Densely dense. Filled in my heart.

It's like filling up an entire calculation paper. There is no gap.

It seems to be out of breath.

A low voice came from the other side, "Why didn't you die sooner, you!"

Everything is quiet again.