In countless midnight dreams, what gripped Wen Jin's heart tightly was not the pale and hanging plain silk at her parents' funeral, nor the damp and peeling wall coverings in the tube building.
But my sister, Lin Ya.
The woman had a plain face and was very beautiful. She leaned in front of the faded wooden window, holding a slender cigarette between her lips, and her eyes swept over the messy bed sheets.
After a long silence, she picked up the ashtray on the bedside and threw it at him.
"Sleep to your sister who has raised you for seven years. Wen Jin, you are really promising."
Wen Jin did not hide.
Blood seeped down from his brow bone. He raised his hand to wipe it away casually, then knelt directly into the debris. He tasted rust on his tongue, but there was a dark fire burning in his eyes.
"Sister, how can a person who is so hungry not bite the only bread in front of him?"
He moved closer tremblingly, took the extinguished cigarette butt between Lin Ya's fingers, and left a bloody mark on the filter she had touched, smiling in a broken and unrestrained manner.
"You can smash it as many times as you like. As long as I can still breathe—"
"Crawl, I'll crawl back to your bed too."
*
Later, during the years when she completely cut off all contact with Wen Jin, Lin Ya often lit a cigarette late at night and thought about it over and over again.
I think of the white sky and the dull pain in my temples, but I still can't figure it out.
At what point did everything start to go awry?
It was when he was fifteen years old, squatting by the sink, silently scrubbing the underwear she had changed, his ears red,
Or one rainy night when he had a fever, he put his hot forehead on the back of her neck and called out "sister" vaguely,
Or maybe it was earlier, when she brought him home from the messy mourning hall, and his palms were so cold that it hurt her to hold them tightly.
The smoke burned to my fingertips, and the choking fog penetrated my lungs.
Lin Ya coughed up tears.
Perhaps from the day she picked him up, some things were destined to sprout and break through the ground.
To grow into the bloody and bloody appearance that he is now entangled in until death.
Reading instructions:
1. The female is not a male, the age difference is 4 years, and they are not in the same household register
2. Life is getting better and better, he
Purpose: Struggle to grow
