After modification, enter the love game

The opening is a monologue by a male voice with a dark side.

"I am a happy man."

"I've been to many places, with all kinds of people. The time spent in the car is always difficult to endure. Every time we sit in the car, we will talk about our past. In the smell of gasoline and smoke, in the hum of the engine, we will tell stories from all over the world with sentences mixed with swear words and slang."

"I am no exception. I feel lucky for my past and share this with others, but they always hug me, pat my shoulder and say something like 'everything will pass'."

"I know why they do this, but I really feel that I am a very happy person."

The screen lights up.

It was a cozy house. The warm light illuminated the various foods on the table. The tempting white mist rose and then dissipated.

Jiang Mu recognized this house because he had been here before.

He also knew that there was a very sturdy bicycle in the warehouse downstairs, and a virtuous and lovely girl had sat on the back seat of the bicycle.

"My dear." The woman lay on the table, limp like a caterpillar. "Why haven't you started eating yet?"

Jiang Mu knew at a glance that this person was Ella's mother.

It's not just some expressions between the eyebrows.

Also because the long, smooth hair was exactly the same, as if it had been sewn with gold thread.

Looking at her, it was as if I could see what Ella would look like in a dozen years.

"Because our daughter hasn't come back yet." Zhang Xue smiled, "Such a good day, of course we have to wait for the family to reunite."

"But you've said that five times."

"Because you have asked me five times." Zhang Xue said patiently.

The woman whined and buried her face in her hands, feeling as hungry as a buffalo.

"But she may not come back tonight!" the woman said, "Dear, let me tell you, you haven't been home for the past few months so you don't know that our daughter... has a problem!"

"Is there a problem?" Zhang Xue asked, following his wife's words.

"Yes, it's a big problem!" The woman said seriously, "This problem may even cause her to not be able to come back tonight!"

"Uh... I don't understand the logic of this, about her not coming back."

"No, no, no, I've made myself very clear." The woman looked up with pride, "Because I was like this when I was that age!"

Zhang Xue silently held his forehead.

Good, he got it.

It’s so clear.

No one knew the passion of English girls better than he did.

Mixed race makes no difference.

Zhang Xu was about five years older than his wife. When the couple met, Zhang Xu was 20 years old and his wife was only 15.

The woman fell in love at first sight unilaterally.

That was a time that gave Zhang Xie a headache just thinking about it.

A fifteen-year-old girl has the most energy, the most passionate emotions, and she also has the naivety and audacity that are unique to minors.

Zhang Xu could never forget those days even in his dreams. He was serving in the army at that time and the army allowed family members to visit. His wife, whom he fell in love with at first sight, came running over with a lunch box. He was confused when his comrade-in-arms called him over with an ambiguous smile. Only when he ran over did he realize it was this girl.

"I am his family member!"

The girl said with pride.

Family members, you are my uncle!

This is what Zhang Xue really thinks.

Because his wife is of mixed race and developed quickly, the squad leader didn't notice anything at first. He smiled and assisted Zhang Xu, saying that my brother is both civil and military, united and friendly, and whenever there is dirty work like carrying feces and urine, he is the first to do it for everyone. Don't you think so, Xiao Zhang?

Zhang Xu thought to himself, "Team Leader, if you want me to do the work, just say it directly. There's no need to be so tactful."

Everything was fine until the squad leader cheerfully asked my sister-in-law, "How old are you this year? When are you going to get the marriage certificate?"

My wife said in a crisp voice, “I’m only fifteen, it will take a few more years.”

Zhang Xue’s face turned pale instantly.

The monitor's face darkened instantly...

Nothing else matters.

The important thing is that it's fucking illegal!

Do you know that I was almost taken away by the squad leader back then?

"I think," Zhang Xue said tactfully, "our daughter... is more like me."

"No, dear, you don't understand." The wife said, "In fact, before I met you, I was also a quiet court lady."

Zhang Xu looked at his wife quietly for two seconds.

I really don't have the courage to say "You are the only one who is a lady".

Since I am not at home all year round, I need to maintain a good relationship with my husband.

During the conversation, the sound of keys was heard outside the door.

"It's freezing cold."

Miss Ella, in her Christmas dress, ran in with her arms folded, like a little red cat running into the house.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm back late. I didn't check the time... Eh? Mom and Dad, haven't you eaten yet?"

Before Zhang Xie could say anything, his wife slammed the table and stood up.

"Who do you think it's because of?" The woman said angrily, "Tell me, did you go to see a man?"

"…Why do you use such a strange word?"

Ella complained, "Didn't I tell you before I left? You were outside looking at the Christmas tree, and I ran up to you and told you three times."

"I didn't hear it!"

"Why are you so confident when you didn't hear me, mom..."

"Of course I was justified, because my husband was with me at the time. How could I possibly listen to someone irrelevant at such an important moment?"

"…'Unrelated Personnel'."

Ella pointed at herself and repeated helplessly.

"Alright, alright, let's eat." Zhang Xue smiled and tried to smooth things over. "I'm really hungry."

It is snowing heavily outside, and all I can see is white. The sky is like a heart, and the snow is the tragedy falling in the heart, which always makes me feel cold.

The cold was blocked by the thick walls of the house. The daughter sat obediently next to her father. The mother sitting opposite her was immediately dissatisfied. She stood up and wanted to change seats. She also snatched the daughter's Christmas hat and put it on her own head, asking her father if it looked good.

The daughter and father looked at each other helplessly and sighed at the same time.

"Haha, I just said my daughter is more like me."

That voice appeared again.

The picture slowly freezes on this warm scene, like an old photo album turned out from the bottom of a box.

"Many years later, I became a father too. I was waiting for the day my child would be born. I was terrified, anxious, and nervous to the point where I almost threw up. But when the time came, I was so calm. This is what it feels like to be a father, and this is what it feels like to wait for your own child."

“So this is how they felt when they looked at me.”

As the sound faded, the screen suddenly went dark.

First there was complete darkness, then a faint light, like a blade cutting through the darkness.

"There's someone! There's someone here!"

"One, two, three, lift! One, two, three, lift!"

"It's a child! It's a child!"

"Zhang's child! My son's classmate, rescue him, rescue him quickly!"

An off-screen voice says:

"I'll probably never forget that day. I was at school and the ceiling suddenly shook, the ceiling fan spun down, and there were screams and cries everywhere.

The ground cracked open, leaving pits and scars like those left by a blunt knife. Someone fell in front of me, and then it closed again.

During the time I was trapped, everything was very quiet. I couldn't speak, I could only listen quietly. At first I could hear all kinds of crying from underground. It was raining outside, heavy rain. By the second day, all the crying had stopped. "

The stone slab was lifted, revealing the young Zhang Xie.

"My memory of that time is already very vague. I only remember my elders telling me that it was summer, and there was a smell of blood and stench everywhere. At night, crows kept calling."

"Perhaps because of my emotions, no matter how I asked, I couldn't get a specific description. I just remember that many people were hugging me and crying. There were all kinds of crying, so loud and noisy, children, adults, men and women, old people and young people... Maybe from that time on, I hated the sound of crying."

"It was a long, long time before I realized that I was the only one alive in my class."

The crow flapped its wings and flew away, dropping a black feather.

The feather swirled and fell, and was then caught in the hand of the bored boy Zhang Xie.

He stared at the feather for a while, curled his lips, walked deeper into the alley, and pushed open the door of a house.

"I am back."

He was greeted by a woman with a stern look.

"I heard from your teacher that you got into a fight."

After a slight pause, he asked, "Is it true?"

Zhang Xue was silent for two or three seconds.

"Yes."

He said.

The woman was obviously a little angry. She put down the spatula and pulled Zhang Xie into the main room.

The man watching TV also turned his gaze over.

"Why?" the woman asked in frustration.

"The midterm results are out, and the teacher said there will be a parents' meeting."

"What does this have to do with your fight?" the woman asked sharply.

"Some classmates told me that I couldn't attend." Zhang Xue lowered his eyelids, "Because I'm an orphan."

The woman choked.

"Yes, I am an orphan." The voiceover said, "The earthquake brought too many tragedies, and I am just an insignificant one among them."

"But tragedy is something that cannot be diluted just because it is performed enough. After that day, I lost almost everything, my parents, my grandfather, and my little bicycle. For a long time, I was a very gloomy person."

"Fortunately, perhaps because of pity, although I have no fixed place to live, I have never had to worry about food and shelter. These are provided by people I didn't know at the beginning. I am very grateful to them, otherwise I would probably grow up to be a person that I hate very much."

"You... are not an orphan." The woman said in a hoarse voice, "I can go to the parents' meeting for you. I happen to be free that day. You..."

"You are not my mother." Zhang Xu said quietly.

He looked at the man again.

"You're not my father either."

There was a pause.

"They're long dead."

The air froze, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out by a giant syringe.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then silently picked up the spatula and went back to the kitchen. The man, who had been working all day, looked at Zhang Xue with tired eyes, then turned his gaze back to the TV, but his eyes were so empty, as empty as the autumn sky.

"Yes, I said the wrong thing." The voiceover said, "I soon realized that I said the wrong thing, but I was very young at that time. I opened my mouth to make amends, but I didn't know how to say it, so I could only go back to the room in shame, probably another child's room - I knew very well that this room did not belong to me."

"I don't hate others, I just hate myself. I lie in bed and can't sleep all night. Blood and crows are in my mind. I think about death. Or, I think about death again."

"But I'm also a coward. I don't dare to die because I've seen dead people, lots and lots of dead people. Some had incomplete bodies, some died with their eyes open. Heavy rain fell, and red blood gurgled and seeped out of the cracks in the ground, blurring the blood and flesh."