Sorry, is it convenient for me to like you?

Perfume smell, perfume smell again, women generally like to use scent to mobilize the atmosphere around them, Lu Yu's previous position sat a long-haired woman, that is a very suitable scent for the summer, passionate and romantic, only this time Lu Yu did not have the previous feeling, only felt very good smell.

"Teacher Zhang Ziqi." Li Liang said with a smile, "This is Lu Yu, who gave you a talk before."

The woman had a high nose, almond eyes, and at first glance gave a very comfortable feeling.

"Hello teacher." Lu Yu returned a smile.

"You let him practice on it, finished you watch the practice, pressure point. Go to the recording studio, don't let anyone make noise." Li Liang added.

"Okay Brother Liang." Zhang Ziqi ruffled her hair.

The recording studio is a soundproof room, the walls are covered with soundproof sponge, Li Liang often recorded some manuscripts here, Lu Yu also once slept here secretly, which usually no students come, but Lu Yu is not considered a serious student, more often he wandered like a lonely ghost in every dark corner, say literary point this is called tired of the hustle and bustle to hide in the peach source alone, to say the unpleasant point called truant.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do. But he is a person who wears Russian bear teeth under his clothes, but set off by a slender collarbone, this person looks very good to talk is the first impression many people have of him.

"You're quite good-looking." Zhang Ziqi sat on the black box sofa and said, "Not like what Liang said ah."

"I'm especially well behaved, he's talking nonsense." Lu Yu said seriously, "He also often said that the girlfriends he had when he was young added up to more than institutionalized people, do you believe it sister?"

"Really?" Zhang Ziqi half-heartedly.

"Really." Lu Yu laughed: "He also often said he was a flower in the station. Sister you new you do not know."

"What flower?"

"That high and low has to be the big king flower."

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're getting into.

"Let's get back to the point, we can't drag out the time here." Zhang Ziqi seems to have realized what, hurriedly stop.

"I did not drag time." Lu Yu face expression more serious: "This place you do not say who knows what we are doing."

"You're not taking the test?"

"Test it."

"Then we start? The first test topic is a time-limited story, limited to five minutes, I'll give you a topic, three minutes, I want a complete story."

"Suicide."

"This is the title?" Lu Yu grinned: "Do you think a school like CTS, which is close to having a proper tattoo on its head, would let students make up stories about suicide?"

"Look at your thinking, this is the challenge, otherwise give you an everyday object or something you want to save me the trouble of keeping a running account?"

Suicide.

What does it mean to commit suicide? What does it mean to commit suicide with depth? True suicide is not the self-will to die, but the circumstances that force one to die.

Suicide is often a knot in the heart, like a fire on a ferry about to spread to a bolted wooden boat, which can float across the ocean if the knot is untied.

So to create a misunderstanding, in the ending unfolded, leaving regrets, this misunderstanding can instantly lift the protagonist's motivation for suicide, can be lifted when it is already too late.

Lu Yu's mind appeared in a dilapidated wooden house, a boy in a wheelchair and a father with a scar on his body, the ground is scattered with the house is completely inconsistent with the scene of the desolate banknotes, so bright red, so vibrant, like wild roses blooming in the cemetery.

Red, the most life-giving and the color that scares life the most.

"Blind spot."

Lu Yu's tone is solemn, but a minute and a half, but he seems to have changed a person.

Grief, solemn, or a little bit of grief.

...

"One day, you too can become light." The man gently stroked the boy's face with his calloused hand.

On the TV, the host chattered on about the new breakthroughs in precise poverty alleviation, raucous and tiresome, fine snowflakes mottled on the chapped screen, sunlight slowly pacing into the gloomy room, bringing with it the dust swimming in front of the pupils, as if this gloomy corner could not even enjoy the pure sunlight.

The boy is sitting in a wooden wheelchair, tilting his neck, his head seems to be like a gyroscope that has lost its center of gravity and keeps on rising and falling, he seems to be fighting against this neck, but can only "nod" helplessly and frequently in the shadow of Down's syndrome.

The boy laughed, tears and saliva flowed down, like a sprawling stream across the uneven surface, he was ugly, mouth and eyes crooked, almost no roots, a garlic head flat broke the ground in the lips above.

The man snotted and wiped the liquid off the boy's face with a towel, then pulled out a pile of bills from his pocket, the bright red hue seemed like flames dancing in the dark.

The next moment, the man flung his hand, the sky is full of flying bills like moonflowers blooming in the gloom.

The man's mind reverberated with images of the morning.

The sun was shining high and birds were chirping feebly on the branches.

"It's a fake bill." The old village elder with the white beard twisted up a bill and carefully held it up to the sunlight for a long time before the words popped out of the dense flowery white jungle.

"Fake... Banknotes?" The man froze, his scalp stinging with fear, almost growling out, "Impossible, you look again!"

The old village chief fished out a somewhat worn hundred from his pocket, while holding up the man's bills, one new and one old, with many differences.

"Look at it, look at it, how can you still have purple stripes here, it's really silver." The old village chief remorsefully patted the man's head: "bored goat, and did not look at it! For nothing to earn such a large sum?"

The man stared dead at the bill.

As if the nail rooted into the soil.

The boy's bizarre scream stripped his thoughts back to reality, the gloomy house, the silly son on his death bed, the unaffordable medical bills, the penniless dilemma, the low income insurance that went to nobody's pocket.

He was determined to let his son live like a normal person, and his last card was his organs.

I'll trade my life for my life. That's what he thought.

When he returned to the village with a large sum of money in his hand, the big hospital in the city did not accept cash, so he wanted the old village head to help him open a card, but he did not expect to get a fake bill.

Just like the straw that overwhelms the camel, the butterfly dances the storm.

A pile of fake bills is enough to end two lives.

The years of treatment, endure, in this moment through the outbreak, hopeless, desperate, negative emotions like a pile of skyscrapers rose up, obscuring the roadside weeds of all the sky.

"Father... Father... Light!"

The son drooled as he watched a video on TV of civil servants going to the countryside to deliver warmth, smiling hard and eerily at the man.

The man smiled tearfully.

But there is no more light in their lives.

Just like the rivers and lions have long been destined to run out of talent. Like Little Red Riding Hood in Andersen's pen will never be able to sell matches.

"Come, father take you, to a place where you can be cured."

The man pushed up his son's wooden wheelchair and took a shovel from the house on his way out.

On the night of the bright moon, the short pine gorge, the gnarled branches stood with crows chirping, and there was a small mound next to a short grave on one side.

The moon is like a hook, like a cool knife hanging high above the heads of all beings.

Under the mound, the man painstakingly paved the final resting place.

The boy seemed to realize something, but he is a fool, by definition nothing can realize, he grabbed the corner of the man's coat with his skeletal twisted fingers, one side of his mouth hooked up, but his eyes red, and as if he was crying, and as if he was laughing.

The man turned around and rubbed the boy's tousled head, his eyes skewed in the direction of the short grave, although he could not see, but his eyes were extraordinarily gentle.

"It's okay, let's go find Mother."

The boy nodded and struggled to look upward.

Upward was the moon, and they seemed to be sitting on a well to watch the sky.

The man pulled out the phone he bought many years ago, the wallpaper was still a woman and his younger self, the time was November 14, 2015.

This is his last time.

The man wheels up his shovel and thrusts it hard into the high earth wall.

The gravel poured down, the man clung to the boy, and for a moment, there seemed to be light in them.

They flowed with the same blood, in this moonlight, gradually converged.

With a boom, startled the birds resting on the branches, the mountains and forests are not quiet, a hundred beasts wailing.

For a long time, there was no sound in this room.

......

In the early morning, the elderly village headman took a quick step to the most dilapidated house at the east end of the village.

He was so happy.

He was sad for a long time because the man received counterfeit money, but today his son came back to take money to pay tribute to him, and took a pile of so-called "fake" money.

Looking at the old mayor's stunned eyes, the son smiled and held up the pile of bills, saying, "Father, this is what you don't know, this is the latest version of the yuan, you see, golden, how beautiful."

The old village chief's steps were getting faster and faster, interspersed with occasional gasps.

"Li Si, tell you the good news, you take, not fake ah! Quickly take your son to cure the disease!"

The old village chief shouted, before the person arrived, the sound arrived first.

"Li Si!"

Hearing no response the old man wondered and shouted a few more times, went to the door and found the door open, the TV was not turned off, and it was empty.

Only dust floating quietly, almost obscuring the old man's vision.

"Li Si?"

The old man wondered, then thought, this kid must have found out, this is estimated to have taken his son into the big hospital!

The old man was happy to leave this broken room, ready to go home to open a bottle of wine to celebrate, how to say, Li Si is also the son of the deceased, have to take care of a little more.

Inside the broken house, crickets chirping somewhat forlorn.

On TV, the host kindly and enthusiastically reported.

"With the rapid development of our economy and the further realization of comprehensive poverty eradication, on November 13, 2015, the People's Bank of China issued a new version of one hundred yuan denomination RMB, whose external appearance is very different from the old version."

...

"In this era, information occlusion is chronic suicide. Maybe it's not just the information that is occluded, but also, maybe, the world is occluded, and we are always ignoring many kinds of people and many things, aren't we?" Lu Yu seemed to want to say something else, and finally was stunned.

One and a half minutes.

Zhang Ziqi held out a thumb.

How many things can people think in a minute and a half? The waves of the blind spot are not only at the surface. The man died twice, the boy never lived, only gave his last gasp when he went into the ground, and it is never himself who kills people.

The world is big, so big that it can overwhelm a person's sense of awareness, and can make many places ignored by people.

The world is small, so small that there is no place for a father and son to stand, so small that the life-saving medicine is one step short of the mouth.

"Yes, I think five minutes of stories have nothing to teach you." Zhang Ziqi laughed.

Lu Yu let out a long breath, said so much to make his mouth a little dry.

He looked at the somewhat yellowish light overhead and felt a little dizzy.

"This is too stuffy. I have to go out and take a break." Lu Yu patted his chest: "After all that talk, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Go ahead." Zhang Ziqi stretched, she is a bit like the white Persian cat in the cat and mouse, quite some lazy intellectual meaning, of course, only on the looks.

"Do not go out to smoke, Liang said in the institution smoking influence is not good, you want to smoke to his office."

"He took my fire away by the way." Lu Yu touched his pocket and found something wrong: "The agency is really fucking amazing, you can't throw a bunch of money on the table, throw a fire and turn around."

Lu Yu pushed open the door, outside the black box is a simulated hosting stage, usually with the lights off, and there are many dressing tables, where the students of the Department of Broadcasting are simulating hosting.

The blackness is so overwhelming that nothing can be seen.

Lu Yu yawned, and suddenly, something seemed to come quickly in the darkness, and the thing merged with the darkness.

The thing smiled, and a mouthful of white teeth appeared in the darkness.

What the heck is that?

"Hi, Lu Yu." Like a big black rat in the darkness of the night said.

Lu Yu rolled his eyes: "Party Zishan you are so testy. Did you go to Hawaii to see swimsuit beauties? I feel that you are now between Zhang Fei and Li Kui."

"What's the difference between Zhang Fei and Li Kui?"

"There's a difference between you and them? You are in a three-legged race."

"It's hard to say that." Party Zishan scratched his head, he is indeed black, but also does have a few exotic beauty of the feeling, three or four points, the bridge of the nose is quite high, double eyelids with some narrow eyes look more than a few points of heroism, if not because he does not look bad, Lu Yu suspected that the interviewer of the network test turned to his video a moment to brush him.

"Why are you dressed so slutty?" Lu Yu teased: "You look like an emcee now. Why don't you put a chicken feather on your clothes?"

"Roll roll roll, the dog's mouth can't spit out ivory teeth. Do you have a light?"

"Huo." Lu Yu skimmed his mouth: "When you ask me for fire I'm not called a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory teeth, it's called a golden mouth, watch your words, Zhang Fei's cousin."

"So did you bring fire?"

"No, you go ask Liang." Lu Yu spread his hands.

"Huo, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory teeth. He also did not, and he said you gave him by the way away."

"This is called the evil one first." Lu Yu walked outside: "How adult even lighter to rob the brother."

Party Zishan followed Lu Yu, puzzled asked, "You rest not smoking? Then what do you rest."

"I have an electronic cigarette." Lu Yu smoothly pulled out a small gadget from his pocket: "This is called technology over primitive society."

"You give me a puff, what is the flavor of this." Party Zishan came over.

"Don't, don't, but don't, I've had this dog mouth, you go drill wood for fire, the backyard has Li Liang's newly planted huanghuali seedlings." Lu Yu lightly put down a sentence.