"Tick, tick..."

"...I am the neighbor upstairs...I saw a new neighbor moving in...go down to chat..."

The blurry figure sat on the stool opposite the coffee table, facing the sofa.

There was a sharp knife in my chest, which pierced my chest, and some blood dripped downwards along the tip of the knife.

There was no expression on his face, his eyes were confused and tranquil, and he just opened his mouth repeatedly and repeated the same sentence.

The blood flowing on the ground surrounded the stool, and from time to time the blood dripped from the tip of the knife was splattered, and there were also some slight sounds, intertwined with the repeated sounds of words.

“…I am the neighbor upstairs…I saw that there was…”

"…My father and I met at the age of twelve."

In front of the sofa, the young man stood with his back facing the TV, with some shimmering light from the TV screen behind him.

In front of him, he was submerged in the darkness.

He took a basin of water and placed it on the coffee table. The young man held a wet veil that had been twisted with water.

His mother, father, was supported by him and sat back on the sofa.

The woman in a long skirt leaned her back on the sofa, put a pillow on her waist, and a smile appeared on her face, looking at her child.

The man in blue work clothes sat aside with a smile on his face.

The young man held a wet veil and lowered his waist, with serious eyes in his eyes, just a little bit, wiping the marks of dusty footprints on his father's face and mother's clothes.

Say something out loud,

It seems to be talking to oneself, and it seems to be saying to others.

Chen Lun stood beside the coffee table, his eyes falling on the young man, his eyes calm, as if he was just looking at an ordinary scene, and he had never spoken.

"...When I woke up at midnight, I would notice that my mother covered me with a quilt."

"When you eat, you will hear your father telling interesting things about the factory during the day."

"My mother will praise me when I do something. When I am frustrated, my father will help me stand up again."

“From when I was a kid, to now…”

The young man turned around, cleaned and wrung the veil, turned around and carefully, wiped some mud on his mother, father's body, face, and hair with a wet towel little by little.

At the same time, he said word by word,

"...I was injured, and my mother would be anxious and would apply ointment to me."

“…When I came home from outside, my mother and father were already waiting for me at home.”

"My father is in the factory, and he has some friends."

"My mother doesn't go out very much, but she has some social relationships with her neighbors."

"I bought the vegetables and my mother would choose vegetables for me, and my father would help me wash the vegetables."

The young man took a wet veil and gently wiped the wounds stained with some dust on his father's forehead.

He stopped his movements and stopped his voice.

Although the words are numerous but trivial,

But there has always been only one meaning,

His parents existed and always existed.

He is his father, she is her mother.

“…After the meal is ready, our family will gather together to eat.”

"My mother likes to drink soup, and my father likes to eat pork ribs."

"Sometimes, my father always wants to drink a small sip of wine, but my mother always refuses to."

"After eating, I would watch TV when there was a TV. My mother likes to watch operas, my father likes to watch news, and the remote control is always in my hands."

"If there is no TV, I will sit by the window and watch the moon and talk. My father talks about his factory and my mother talks about his family."

"...When I'm sleepy, my mother will ask me to go to bed. When I was a child, I always covered me with a quilt..."

The young man said again and stopped his voice again.

Sitting in front of the young man, the woman on the sofa, the middle-aged man looked at the young man,

There were some smiles in my eyes.

However, the corners of the woman's face and mouth gradually slowed down.

The young man stretched out his hand, supported the corner of the woman's mouth, carefully and carefully piled up the corner of the woman's mouth.

A gentle smile appeared on the woman's face.

The young man withdrew his hand and a smile appeared on his face.

"...Mom, I bought all the meat fillings for making the round soup, and I also bought some lettuce leaves to make soup together."

The young man smiled and said to his mother.

"Dad, let's just drink soup today."

The young man turned his head and said to his father.

This time, the woman and the middle-aged man had never spoken, but just smiled gently on her face, and the smile in her eyes became stronger.

The young man had a little joy on his face, smiled, turned around and put the veil back into the basin.

Opposite the coffee table, the blurred figure with a pierced chest was still sitting on the stool, repeating the previous words.

The young man seemed to be unaware of it, smiled, picked up the basin and walked into the kitchen.

Chen Lun stood beside the coffee table, with a calm look on his face. He sat motionlessly on the sofa in front of him, and the couple who were always smiling on their faces fell.

"Mom, please help me choose the lettuce leaves."

The young man carried the vegetables and walked back, saying to his mother.

The woman sitting on the sofa stopped moving this time and was still sitting on the sofa, just staring at the young man, smiling gently at the young man.

The young man smiled, took a stool,

Sitting down in front of his father and mother, lowered his head, and folded the dishes in his hand bit by bit.

"...Dad, please help me wash the vegetables."

"...Mom, I'll go to boil water, and the soup will be ready soon."

The young man put the selected vegetables into the vegetable basket, and the young man held them, and said to his father, his mother again,

He stood up again, turned around, but did not continue and walked into the kitchen.

Instead, he stood up and looked at Chen Lun.

Chen Lun stood beside the coffee table, his eyes calmly falling on the young man in front of him.

The eyes of the young man had become much clearer, and the focal length was accurately on Chen Lun.

"...You said, what would you do if you discovered one day that the people you spend time with have never existed?"

The young man still smiled on his face and said this to Chen Lun.

Chen Lun's eyes fell on the young man, and then behind the young man, without answering.

Behind the young man, the middle-aged man was still sitting on the sofa, smiling, looking at the position where the young man was before.

But around, there are even more negative emotions raging.

It seems to be suspicion, and there are some more extreme emotions.

The young man stood with a smile on his face, never changing because Chen Lun refused to answer,

But around, the dim living room and room have changed again.

The dimness filled the space, the walls surrounding the living room were peeling off and festering,

The roof on the top is gradually fading, as if everything that forms the surroundings are shattering.

His parents exist because of him

He exists because of his parents.

One day I discovered that his parents whom he accompanied day and night had never existed.

It was not only his parents who were destroyed, but the entire world.

The whole world is collapsing around this.

The young man stood with a smile on his face.

The whole body, body, and flesh are rapidly distorting.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm and fell on this young man.

I had never turned my eyes, but my face was still calm.

"Your parents are still here."

Chen Lun's eyes fell behind the young man again and said something.

A wave of emotion spread towards the young man at the same time.

"...Okay, then I'll go wash the vegetables, Xiao Sui, you boil water..."

Behind the young man, another sound of the formation sounded. The young man stopped his movements.
Chapter completed!