A person whose heart is distorted and perverted must have different ideas than that of normal people.

Although such people may usually look the same as the public, once their inner thoughts burst out, they often feel like crazy.

Chen Ang was in this state at this time, crying and crying. If it weren't for his clear narrative, he would not have to have a mental appraisal in the future.

According to Chen Ang, he was born in a happy and prosperous family, with his mother beautiful and kind mother and his father upright and motivated.

"My mother cooks the best rice I have ever eaten. Whenever I come home from school at noon, my mother looks so gentle when she looks at me. She brings a plate of shredded potatoes and stir-fried meat..."

Chen Ang's eyes gradually became blurred. When talking about his mother, the corners of his mouth were full of sweetness: "My mother likes to add soy sauce to fry shredded potatoes. The shredded potatoes with soy sauce will become a little dark, but it will be very fragrant. It is my favorite dish. It looks very ordinary, but when it is eaten, it tastes like home and mother..."

Listening to Chen Ang’s description, Xiao Ran pursed his lips and his nose bridge was a little sour. He still remembered that he was going home from school, but because he was too hungry, he threw down his schoolbag and wanted to go to the table. As a result, his mother disliked him and forced him to wash his hands.

Although my mother in my memory kept scolding him, her words were full of love. As for the meal, Xiao Ran only knew that it was very fragrant, but the taste gradually faded with time.

He gritted his teeth and tried hard to bring his thinking back to reality. At this time, Chen Ang was crying heartbroken, "My mother left when I was in the third year of junior high school. It was the next semester of my third year of junior high school, and I was about to take the entrance exam.

Shortly after the Chinese New Year, my mother found out that she had advanced liver cancer in the hospital, but they all hid it from me and told me that she was just a stomach disease. She had surgery in the hospital and would be cured for a while..."

"Why am I so stupid? Yes, I was so stupid during that time. I just focused on reviewing. In order to get into the best high school in the city, why didn't I see my mother end up ill like that!"

Chen Ang burst into tears, holding his handcuffs and smashing his iron plate hard, as if he was talking to himself, "Yes, every time I go to the hospital, my mother will cheer up. I naively thought my mother was about to get better, but I didn't notice that my aunt from abroad returned to China and came to see my mother for the last time.

Why was I so stupid at that time? Why didn’t I spend much time with my mother? Why did death come so quickly? I took my mother away in less than four months? Why did they hide it from me? Why was God so unfair? How could a kind person like my mother live so short... "

Everyone inside and outside the interrogation room was silent. Although Chen Ang was carrying three lives on his back, many people regretted that things were not against others. After all, human beings are animals with emotions, and the beauty of passing is always nostalgic.

"After my mother left, my dad rarely smiled, his back became more and more silent, and his back became more and more curved. His meticulous hair used to be combed gradually became greasy and sparse. When I was admitted to college, my dad sent me to school. At that time, I noticed that a man in his forties had a hair that was half white, but his hair was too short and it was difficult to find out."

Chen Ang stared at the crack in the floor and said to himself. He just wanted to tell, "My dad and I rarely communicate. We are all people who are not good at expressing our hearts. When I was a child, I did something wrong. The way he taught me was to beat me up, but I knew he loved me. After my mother left, I was his only hope for survival.

He worked hard in those years. At that time, our family’s financial conditions were also good. I couldn’t understand why he worked so hard. At first, I thought he wanted to forget his worries by working. Later, I realized that after my mother left, his heart was already collapsed. Maybe he felt that he had not had much time and wanted to do his best for my future life..."

Chen Ang bit his lip and his fists were trembling slightly because he clenched too hard. "After I graduated from college, my father's body also collapsed. Maybe he felt that his mission had been completed. Seeing me on the job, he finally didn't have to worry about it anymore.

I was working hard that year, but I didn't know that my dad was gradually heading towards the end.

I can imagine that whenever he gets up and takes painkillers at night, he doesn’t want to distract me, he doesn’t want to go to the hospital for treatment, and he doesn’t have the motivation to survive.”

"He just held on like that. Every time I called him, he said everything was fine until he couldn't hold on anymore. He vomited blood and fell into a coma, and then gradually disappeared. I went from the company to the hospital, sat in front of his bed, and didn't even say the last word... I was gone."

Chen Ang trembled his lips and sucked his nose. He wanted to cry but found that he had no tears: "I am an ominous person. The blind man who told me that I was the life of a lonely star. People who are good to me were destined to have no good ending. My mother said that my father beat the fortune teller at that time, saying that the blind man was just talking nonsense.

Now that I see that I am not talking nonsense, my family owe him an apology.

...My best friend in high school fell off the building after studying and jumped off the building. He sat in the front row of me. He was in self-study class and we were all doing test papers. He suddenly dropped his pen. I looked up and wanted to ask him what was going on. Before he could tell, he pulled the window and jumped down, with his feet facing up and down. His face was usually laughing and laughing like a deflated inflatable doll…”

"My college best friend likes to ride motorcycles in the middle of the night, but he rushed out of the mountain road. Everyone broke the cracks, his butt against the back of his head, and it was soft like a wet doll..."

Chen Ang said mechanically, suddenly raised his head, "Don't you want to ask me why I'm interested in human faces? At first I was just sad. It was not until my girlfriend disappeared that this impulse came out of my heart. It grew bigger and bigger, and became more and more uncontrollable..."

Chen Ang tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth and smiled so hard. According to him, his girlfriend was the only person who could warm his heart since the family incident.

"We are classmates who worked after the class division of high school liberal arts and science. I still remember how she looked when she sat next to me from other classes with books in her arms. She was quiet and unnatural when she was just a little newcomer. She greeted me just waved her hand and nodded with a smile..."

"I am a very nostalgic person. I have to adapt to every change around me for a long time. I sat with her for a week before I said a few complete words."

When talking about his ex-girlfriend, Chen Ang’s smile was unprecedentedly sweet and happy. He talked about his ex-girlfriend’s little by little, funny things, conflicting things, and stupid things that made the two of them laugh and cry. “It seems that they have a heart-to-heart relationship, and we have always been very co-starring.”

When they were in high school, they were fighting for their ideal college, and any heresy thoughts would be suppressed. Although the two felt good, they just wanted to have good friends. Until they entered the same university, they naturally got together.

Chen Ang said that he and his girlfriend are both people who value love. Sometimes their ex-girlfriend would take him to sit under the Wuwuzi tree for a long time, telling him what he had played under this tree in childhood. "Later I realized that the sister who loved her the most was hanging herself on that tree..."

During those years, although Chen Ang experienced all kinds of unfortunate things such as losing his friend and losing his father, after the pain, at least a love warmed his heart. Unfortunately, God will make people do anything. Not long after Chen Ang's father passed away, his girlfriend encountered an accident.

"Car accident."

Chen Ang did not explain in detail what was going on at that time and what was his mood at that time.

However, from the two words that still hurt Chen Ang’s heartbrokenness after only a few years, it is not difficult to see how desperate and helpless he was at that time.

"God likes to make fun of people like this. He says that God will give great responsibilities to this person. I am not afraid of suffering and suffering, but I can't stand such familiar faces disappearing from my life one by one!"

Chen Ang murmured to himself, as if his soul had been drained: "Looking at her pale face in the funeral home, I wanted to take it down for the first time and stay with me, but it was eventually burned to ashes. There was only a photo on the tombstone, silently telling the world its owner's beautiful face back then..."

After such an idea appeared, it seemed as if a seed was planted in Chen Ang's heart. "I want to leave every beautiful face that will appear in my life from now on, and never let them leave me anymore!"

The whiteness of fish turned out outside the window.

After listening to Chen Ang’s self-report, Wang Junming shook his head and sighed: “A person who lives in memory. He used to be sad, but now he is hateful!”
Chapter completed!