Twenty sick stories!

common people

She sat quietly opposite me, smiling and restrained.

Speaking of that man, I occasionally wipe my tears.

She told me again and again what a nice person that was.

She has had a hard time these years, and her clothes are beginning to get worn out.

But when it comes to that man, there will be some blood in her pale face.

I know that she once lived.

Perhaps cruelty is not betrayal, but time.

A friend told me that the world is crazy.

So we must live like crazy.

Don't care about many things.

He cares, but I actually understand.

This woman also cares.

It's just that time always makes us forget many things.

Who loves who hates.

When and who are you smiling at?

I comforted her that it was just a simple love story.

My life is with him.

She said painfully

But those gentle fragments are odiously imprinted in memory.

Like a shadow, you can never get rid of it.

Just in the dark.

I hate him.

But what would I do without him?

She took me into the darkroom and I saw the man.

Like a tree root, the trunk has become twisted and the body is coiled in a big pot.

I'm clever. He's still alive, the woman said with a smile.

I broke all his bones, and then I put him in the jar with a pipa and steel nails.

Then cut off his lips so that there is food to irrigate every day.

Now, we can never be apart.

Maybe if you love someone, you should turn him into a plant and raise him.

And no matter how time changes, no matter how his branches and leaves stretch, they can't leave my side.

This woman giggled in front of me.

I was pregnant with his child before he left me.

She leaned over the man's deformed and smelly body and whispered

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snake

People who hold hands tightly because of too deep a fetter will become snakes.

I live with a dwarf.

He doesn't smoke or drink.

He goes to bed at ten o'clock every night and gets up at eight in the morning.

He washes his hands after supper.

He will be by my side, putting things down gently and speaking softly.

Although it is the fate of parents to marry him, such a life can't be said to be bad.

In a way, I am very happy. He took good care of me, and considered every little detail.

I'm past the age of fantasy, and now I need this kind of stability.

After all, passion can only last for a moment, and dullness is the most real.

Such a life, even if boring, who will take the initiative to give up?

The husband lost his father before he was born and was brought up by his mother.

Perhaps this is the decisive factor in shaping his character.

His dependence on his mother is beyond his imagination.

A big man in his thirties will still act coquettish in front of his mother.

Every time his mother goes out, he follows.

He says hello to his mother before going to bed every day.

If you are out of town, you must make a phone call.

Even before we got married, he slept with his mother.

His mother, like him, thinks everything thoroughly.

You don't have to tell her anything, you don't have to look at anything, she will always make your life worry-free.

Wouldn't it be a pity if one day such a gentle person suddenly disappeared from his side?

Even,

A little scary.

One day, his mother passed away

Shortly after we got married.

He left suddenly and was strangled alive in his sleep.

I stood beside my husband and felt that all the sunshine in his world had been taken away.

He shut himself in his room.

Pol.ice mysteriously investigated in his mother's room for a long time, and then mysteriously left.

Didn't say a word to me

Only the medical examiner gave me a look when he left.

I am embarrassed.

He hesitated.

He finally said only one sentence:

It seems that your mother-in-law was strangled by a thick rope, but we are all surprised by one thing.

It's weird.

She's laughing,

Laugh softly when you die.

It took us a long time to overcome our sadness,

Sadness always disappears with the passage of time,

Missing can't be.

After losing my only relative, my husband treated me better.

He transferred all his love for his mother to me.

It also includes all dependencies.

I understand his feelings, but gradually I can't understand his behavior.

I don't know how the fuck I put up with it.

That kind of dependence is really suffocating.

It's like being entangled in a snake.

Wherever I go, he always follows me.

At home, on the street, and sometimes even at work.

He even wants to quit his excellent job and stay with me every day.

What I can't stand most is that men hug me from behind when they sleep, just like women.

It's not like an ordinary hug,

More like a snake haunting me.

This kind of life is deformed, whether it is a kind of happiness in some people's eyes.

On second thought, I decided to get a divorce.

I did a good job, threatening him to sign with a tough attitude.

He cried like a girl in front of me.

He asked me to let him hold him for the last night.

Sobbing.

He clings to me and pesters me, even though I feel suffocated.

He said every word he ever said.

He was trembling.

I suddenly remembered my dead mother-in-law.

A huge KB hung over me and I began to struggle.

He held me tight.

Suddenly, the husband stopped moving.

I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something when a thick and slippery thing slowly bypassed my neck.

His body is still hugging me in the back,

But his head turned to me.

Don't leave me,

He said. . .

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. door

She is a severely depressed patient and may commit suicide at any time.

She committed suicide many times.

I'm her therapist.

I have successfully controlled her illness, and I am familiar with such patients.

She regards me as her savior.

I once told her that in fact, everyone has a door in their heart.

That's the door to happiness and happiness.

I just helped her find the door.

She said, I didn't help her find the door.

I am actually the door.

Long life, in fact, she walked through many doors.

Unfortunately, she didn't knock on every door, but isolated her from the abyss.

Therefore, she often despairs.

Sometimes, I really think I like her.

Unfortunately, she is a patient and I am a doctor.

I am also a professional doctor,

Being professional means being as cold as a machine.

The most important thing is that I am married.

I may be her door, but my door should never be her.

As a sensitive woman, she naturally realized my avoidance.

She began to shut herself in a dark room.

Only when I gently pushed open the door.

A strong light shone on her pale face,

She will smile.

I know she's begging humbly,

Occasionally open the door,

The charity point lit the lamp.

My major tells me,

None of this will change, it will only get worse.

My decision was cruel,

I squatted down,

I told her I was married,

I told her that I never loved her,

I promised her that if she gave up, everything would be fine.

She listened quietly,

Nod wisely.

I know it's hard,

That's why we get sick.

I told the nurse to take care of her when I left.

After that, everything will be fine for her.

We'll be fine.

The very next night, I was awakened by a low and rhythmic knock on the door.

There she is.

I turned around and saw my wife knitting a sweater in the bedroom, as if I didn't hear anything.

She banged on the door,

I sincerely hope that a ray of sunshine can shine on my dry face.

What can I do at this time?

I can only choose cruelty,

How many people in this world are like this,

Knock on a door that will never open.

So, since this door will never open,

Is there sunshine outside the door,

Is it really that important?

There was a loud noise that shocked my heart, and there was no sound outside.

I opened the door and she fell in a pool of blood and stopped breathing.

I realized that if my inner door was completely closed,

Life and death are not important to some people.

The medical examiner came and told me in a professional tone that she was beaten to death alive.

It's not the hand knocking at the door,

But her head.

The nurse who took care of her came, and I don't blame her.

The person who should be blamed most is actually me.

I am a murderer.

The nurse looked at me coldly and told me in a professional tone.

She died in skull fracture,

I said casually, I didn't expect her to smash the door with such great strength.

The nurse's eyes suddenly changed, took a deep breath and said with some fear:

"Last night,

She committed suicide by jumping off a building in the hospital,

Her hands and feet,

All broken. "

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Turn around the corner

I was taken aback when I first came to her house.

There really isn't a corner in her house.

Or it can be said that the place that should be the corner is made as round as a bottleneck.

Her face is always bloodless.

Some people say that only people who have lived in bad dreams for a long time will be so bloodless.

I hugged her affectionately from behind.

Her voice was weak and trembling.

She was going to tell me,

That story.

She had a happy time when she was young.

Strangely enough,

It seems that as long as you are happy, everyone will be taken away.

After a sad struggle, my parents finally separated.

Her mother is a nurse,

She moved to her mother's hospital with her mother.

As far as I can remember, it was a very strange hospital.

Intricate old buildings,

There are corners of rooms, corners of stairs, corners of corridors everywhere,

There are always only a few patients in the hospital of Nuoda.

Every room seems to be free to go in and out, and no one interferes.

Empty corridors,

There is always a whisper in the wind.

For a child, anywhere is full of fun.

She always plays alone in the silent hospital.

Listen to your lonely and crisp footsteps in the corridor.

Until she found the boy,

Always in a corner,

The boy will stick his head out slowly,

His hair is a little long and hangs down supplely.

Boys always appear at the corner near her,

Looking at her silently and obsessively,

Stick your head out slowly,

Some long hair hangs down slowly.

Whenever she wants to get close,

Boys will shrink back like frightened people and run away in a certain direction.

Day after day,

The boy's face will always appear in every corner around her.

But never close,

Running all the time.

One day,

Finally, she can follow the direction of the boy's escape and find the place where he runs every time.

Every room in the hospital seems the same.

The same door,

The same strangeness.

There is a quiet, peaceful and strange stench in the gate.

A girl was lying naked in formalin.

Her chest and abdomen were opened and hollowed out.

The girl's face is still so quiet, as if with a smile.

She found how similar that face was to herself.

The boy just stood there, staring blankly at the girl soaked in formalin.

It's like appreciating Mona Lisa's smile.

He turned around and looked at her with the same obsessed expression.

In the days that followed,

It's like having a nightmare or being in hell

No matter where you go,

The boy always sticks his head out from the corner slowly.

Some long hair hangs down slowly,

Still staring at her.

She told me that she was going crazy during that time.

So finally one day, she deliberately stood next to the corner on the fourth floor.

The corner of the fourth floor is no different from other places, except that the railing next to it has long been broken.

The boy's expression is still so obsessed when he is pushed.

Everyone agreed that it was an unfortunate accident.

Gradually, people forgot.

But she seems to be cursed by some kind.

Whenever there is a corner nearby,

She is afraid of suddenly having a familiar face and slowly sticks her head out.

Then some long hair slowly hangs down.

At any time,

Anywhere,

Great fear always makes her almost suffocate,

It's like suddenly appearing in a corner,

Submerged her in an instant.

There is no denying that,

Her life was ruined,

She can only build a house without corners to escape the torture of fear.

This is not a story about ghosts, but it gives me the creeps.

Ghosts are always in people's minds,

Always somewhere in my heart,

Ghosts linger,

Waiting for the chance to devour us.

I don't have time to protect this poor woman,

Here comes the bad news,

When I arrived in a hurry,

She lay quietly at the corner of the street,

Her expression is so calm, as if with a smile.

Just like the Mona Lisa.

The medical examiner stood up from the side,

I had a lot of questions, but he turned his face to the other side.

Finally, the forensic doctor noticed me and he smiled apologetically.

I'm sorry,

He said,

Point over there,

It is also a corner.

"I saw a strange boy,

His hair is very long. "

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a surname

From the day Ouyang died, we were no longer pure.

From that day on, my wife never said a word to me again.

I understand,

She was very sad.

When you meet unfortunate people, you will always show less sadness twice.

One is that he is strong enough,

One is that he knows he can't get out.

These days after Ouyang's death,

I'm confused too,

I seem to have forgotten a lot of things in an instant.

Even for Ouyang, it's not so sad.

All I know is,

I want to comfort this woman beside me.

I walked behind my wife,

I try to walk very light, very light.

She is making coffee,

Strong black coffee.

With a bang, I knocked down the chair behind her.

She looked back,

I pretend to be natural.

Her expression suddenly became indescribable,

A little sad,

A little lonely,

Some panic.

Ouyang's departure has become something we think about every day these days but dare not face.

The wife is avoiding,

Without even looking at me,

Just busy with what's in front of me,

Cleaning, washing clothes, watering and cultivating soil,

Gradually, I got used to it,

Ignored by her,

Look at her.

Every night, I will still lie in her ear and comfort her with the gentlest sentences.

When we first met,

She also gave me sentences.

Now, however,

The wife curled up in the quilt,

I've been shaking.

It turns out that cold can make people tremble.

Memories are ok,

My wife is trapped in Ouyang's memory,

You forgot me,

This is the most helpless thing for people.

Finally, this home has made me feel strange.

And loneliness.

A strange woman,

Play sad pantomime in front of me every day,

She's too involved,

I forgot that the only audience had left sadly.

The rest,

Or is it deeply engraved in every moment of life?

I decided to leave,

So he strode out of the house,

Push open the door,

I saw an old man lying straight on the floor.

Without eyes,

But I know he's watching me.

You're leaving? The old man asked.

I said yes.

Do you know why we left?

I said it was because of loneliness.

The old man shook his head and said, young man, some people will never leave even if they are lonely.

Because of forgetting,

If you already knew that you had been forgotten, would you still be there waiting for her?

Who forgot who?

Nevertheless,

Have we forgotten ourselves?

Finally, I decided to say goodbye to my wife.

She is making coffee,

Strong black coffee.

I hugged her gently from behind.

Do you remember,

Someone who insisted on hugging many years ago?

If I had known that I would forget each other sooner or later after hugging,

Are you still spreading your arms in despair?

My wife ignored me,

It's just a tremor,

Looking back, it seems like a lifetime ago,

Facing my black and white photo on the wall,

Go ahead,

Ouyang,

Is that you?

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