17~Crazy Talk

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"I'm back, don't you recognize me?" The sight through the seam of the helmet quietly looked at the pair of eyes covered with red silk.

In the silence, the eyes full of hysteria and madness seemed to calm down a little.

"Go back, come back, come back.-.! Oh oh, oh oh like this, it's good to come back when I come back, oh oh oh...-... Feeling free from the bondage, the adoptive mother jumped away like a lingering fear, as if in He hid behind the sofa like a flood and beast, and peeked at Ji Bai in fear.

Less threat is probably good.

"Have you lived in a place like this for so many years?" Ji Bai looked around the dimly lit surroundings, frowning slightly, thinking about the irreversible effects on his eyesight from being in the dark, and intending to open the curtains.

However, the woman seemed to see through her mind and jumped out in a hurry to block his way.

"No! No! Monsters, goblins will find me! No no no no no...

"Okay, I know, I won't open the curtains, mother, get up quickly."

"No, no, no... can't open the curtains, can't, can't, can't, can't

The adoptive mother's eyes were sluggish, she hugged Ji Bai's leg and muttered something at the corner of her mouth, but she refused to let go of her hand even if she said anything.

"Okay, don't draw the curtains, don't draw the curtains, get up quickly, the ground is cold." Ji Bai gave up this behavior that would irritate the adoptive mother. He patted the adoptive mother's scrawny back, as if coaxing a child, and gradually smoothed it out. her restless mood.

After getting Ji Bai's affirmation again and again, the adoptive mother was suspicious and tried to let go of Ji Bai. After confirming that Ji Bai was indeed not interested in the curtains by the window, she seemed to be relieved.

Fear of seeing light is a sub-phenomenon of mental illness, presumably stimulated by it.

Ji Bai is not a doctor of psychological diseases, and unfounded analysis of the condition is called guessing. The human federal psychology has more knowledge than the experienced old doctors. They are all helpless about the condition of the adoptive mother, what can they do.

He casually patted the dusty sofa, intending to sit down and try to communicate with his adoptive mother about the current situation and past.

"Mother, you haven't had a good time these past few years...--Remember, she is your daughter, and her wedding is going to be held soon. I'm sorry that you can't be there to send your blessings in your present state...

"Crescent moon? Crescent moon candy? Good, good good, crescent moon candy is delicious and delicious!" The adoptive mother's face went from sluggish to thinking about it with excitement, and her red complexion nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Ji Yue, she is your own flesh and blood, you can forget me, can't you even remember her?" Ji Bai suddenly felt stupid, and with a vague hope, he tried to have a relationship with-- If a mental patient communicates normally, is there a problem with his own mentality?

"Ah?? Oh, oh, oh... Your name is Ji Yue, Ji Yue, oh oh, oh oh... The adoptive mother was stunned at first, then the leader nodded, her eyes wide open and straight Staring at Ji Bai.

Ji Bai was dumbfounded by the reaction of his adoptive mother.

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Looking at this situation, she probably forgot all the memories of her family.

Yes, they are already mentally ill, how can they still remember the bits and pieces of the past.

"Oh oh oh! ? I, I remember, I remember!" Ji Bai, who was caught off guard, was startled by the sudden reaction of the adoptive mother - jumping three feet high.

"I remember! Guest, guest!" The adoptive mother turned her eyes to Ji Bai excitedly.

"What's the point of not entertaining guests who come from far away? ? Hahahahaha! I'm going to serve tea, please wait a moment." The adoptive mother seemed to want to understand something important, and took a crazy step. He jumped into the inner room and left Ji Bai, who had been poured with cold water and calmed down again, where he was.

The movement of the door carried the wind, and a few pieces of white paper that were randomly thrown on the small wooden table were blown to pieces and fell to the ground in pieces.

Ji Bai was naturally attracted. Looking at the closed door of the compartment, he hesitated for a moment, then stood up and picked up the paper scattered on the ground, and was instantly evoked by the seemingly meaningless graffiti above. notice.

It was just a few paintings sketched by simple and simple lines, but Ji Bai couldn't take his eyes off it.

The scenes drawn by each stickman drawn by rough lines are unexpectedly vivid. Just a few simple strokes can depict a scene vividly.

It seems that in a large auditorium, red little people with devil horns surrounded a black little man, as if to blame him.

Beside the black little man, the red little man stooped down, as if he had been badly wounded, and the horns on his head proved that it was with the beside him.

The little red people have horns, they stand with arms around their arms, and they reach out to the little black people. The rough sketches perfectly express the meaning contained in them.

Another small black man watched quietly from the side, not knowing whether it was accidentally stained with ink, or whether it was intentional, its color was a little reddish, as if it was gradually being dyed red.

The little black man surrounded by the middle seemed unable to defend himself, a crimson thorn stuck in his throat, making him unable to speak, only to remain silent.

As a bystander, Ji Bai admired the painting with ulterior motives.

It's amazing that the style of painting that looks like the graffiti of primary school students can express the meaning incisively and vividly.

Or is it because I have a deep feeling for this memory that I have this feeling of empathy?

Relative to the first painting, the second painting depicts very little, giving a sense of clarity at a glance.

There are thirteen little figures drawn on the white paper, of different colors, four of them are red demons with horns, and the rest are black.

Only then did Ji Bai notice the number "1" written in the corner of the scroll friend.

The words "2", "3" and "4" are written in the corners of the next three scrolls.

Is it still in order? This made Ji Bai a little surprised.

The content of the second picture is almost as concise and clear as the first one.

There are still thirteen villains, the number of red villains has not changed, and the number of black villains has not changed, the only change is that the black villains are the same as the red villains, with more demon horns on their heads. A devil's tail grows from behind.

If it weren't for the number two marked on the corner of this painting, Ji Bai might have confused this painting with the first one.

The brush and ink used in the third painting are obviously much more than the previous two paintings, and the things expressed are also very mixed.

A little black man stood in the center at a loss, with a red demon lurking in the dark on one side, and a terrifying black evil on the other.

The black demon acted recklessly under the instructions of the huge golden figure behind him, and the red demon lurking in the dark seemed to be waiting for an opportunity.

The most helpless is the little black man who is caught in the middle of the dilemma. It is helpless and helpless, and does not know what to do.

On both sides are evil ghosts who choose people to eat, it is already in a dilemma, and at the same time, the red color on her body is deepening.

It is worth mentioning that there is a black man in full armor hanging in the corner of the whole painting, but it is too far away from the little black man, and there is almost no communication between the two sides.

In the last painting, on an altar, the black figure stood alone. She seemed to have given up all resistance, and her body was almost dyed in red. A red figure with special horns stood beside her.

Different from the previous paintings, the red villain has a very abstract facial expression, it is smiling evilly, as if forcing the black villain on the altar to do something.

Not only it, but the red villains around are all a successful evil smile, and there are also black villains standing in circles.

Ji Bai seemed to be able to see this vivid picture so close at hand.

The little black man chose a compromise under the dilemma, and walked to the altar step by step. He gave up the last stubbornness.

The only bit of black left on the body was burnt away, and it would turn into the appearance of the group of red evil spirits, gradually losing themselves in the noisy chanting of strange sacrifices.

And the same kind of black armored villain who was far away was already lying on the ground.

The moonlight fell, the shadow of the black figure was reflected, and a tall red shadow appeared on the ground...

"The tea is coming! The tea is coming!!" The sudden scream behind him cut off Ji Bai's thoughts.

I saw the adoptive mother, who had previously claimed to go to serve tea and bring the door to the room, walked upside down, walking like crazy, her eyes wandering like mosquito coils.

Most of the water in the porcelain cup was spilled in Dianpo.

"Tea is coming. Ah ah ah! ? ...I don't know what is good or bad!" The adoptive mother saw the scene in the living room. Both eyes seemed to burst out.

Ji Bai was naturally stunned by the sudden shouting, and when he realized it, the maddened figure had already rushed in front of him, snatched away the painting in his hand, and tore it frantically.

"I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do... How can I mess with other people's things! Dead child, hateful dead child!" The adoptive mother-swearing while going crazy:sMikxNA:

Looking at the madness that was so different from the gentle and kind appearance before, Ji Bai couldn't help but feel sadness, distress and right and wrong in his heart.

"I don't know what's good or bad..." Ji Bai kept silent as he looked at his adoptive mother who was aggressively tearing up the painting in her hand.

He suddenly remembered the memory of being gently reprimanded by his mother after committing a crime when he was a child.

Should I say this feeling of being scolded by my mother, has it been a long time?

"Why, how can you rummage through the cabinets, in other people's homes, there is no manners at all!!" Mother - panting - scolds

"Ah, oh oh oh, yes, yes, the tea is dropped, dropped... Mother - - stunned, looking at the empty hands, silently muttering words that are incomprehensible and walking back.

"It's okay, it's okay... - I'll go to prepare, go... prepare... Suddenly, my mother turned her head, and her dim old eyes flashed sharply.

"You, you stay here and don't move! You are not allowed to go to other rooms, understand??"

"Pour tea, pour tea, if the guests come, you can't be neglected... The adoptive mother, who was babbling about, walked into the compartment again.

After a moment of silence, among the scraps of paper, Ji Bai turned to look at the room facing him, and rushed into it without thinking.

The door wasn't locked, just pushed it open.

Walking into it is like: stepping into a whole new world, Ji Baidun was stunned for a while.

The first thing that catches the eye is the neatly stacked clothes and fabrics. The bedding and sheets are clean and spotless, in stark contrast to the messy living room.

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This seems to be a bedroom, which is simply furnished, but immaculately clean, completely in the style of my mother.

In this house like a pig friend, the clean and tidy bedroom makes people feel extremely inconsistent and treacherous, but it gives Ji Bai a long-lost feeling.

He walked slowly into the room, sniffing the familiar smell in the air, and was filled with emotion.

If the whole room is compared to a person, then this bedroom is like the heart of a person.

Even though the outside is turbid and embarrassing, the inside is still as clear as...

A photo placed on the bedside table caught Ji Bai's attention.

Ji Bai seemed to have thought of something, and stepped forward slowly.

Placed on the bedside is the real family portrait of this family---a serious and expressionless man stands with his hands behind his back, a young and beautiful girl is leaning on his shoulders with a happy face, and below, a young boy hugs his sister, In the garden of this old building, I left this group photo

In an instant, Ji Bai understood, and without thinking about the meaning of the torn paintings.

"Ah ah ah, what are you doing?? Didn't I tell you to stay in the living room and not move??"

Hearing the voice behind him, Ji Bai silently put the family portrait back on the counter.

He turned around and saw his mother who was blaming, but this time he didn't get as mad as before.

"Sorry." Ji Bai walked out of the door.

"Really, how can you mess around in other people's rooms? ? ..You are really ignorant." The adoptive mother was full of reproach and turned around.

Ji Bai was stunned, the familiar words, in a trance, seemed to return to many years ago...

He followed his mother's back and sat together on the dusty sofa.

"Tea, there's no more tea, there's still a few cows left... I cooked it with fire, drink..." Mother said something, and pushed the steaming rotten porcelain cup away. come over.

Maybe it's long-expired milk, who knows, who dares to drink what a lunatic gives?

However, without even thinking about it, Ji Bai grabbed the handle and drank it.

"What's wrong with the mother.

Ji Bai's question made the stunned mother come back to her senses, and she immediately reacted. "Okay, okay, okay, you're done drinking!

She clapped her hands and laughed. Laughing and laughing faintly flashed - indistinct tears.

Ji Bai calmly took out a tissue and handed it over silently.

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