Time: 2009-4- 18 13:31:49 Words: 2166
Zhiyuan was also going to sleep. Compared to the days in the brick kiln, he was obviously much more relaxed, but the pressure for the future was still increasing. His brother still did not have a fixed job. He ran around doing odd jobs. His meager income would not change the family. The situation at home was still terrible, and he did not know how long the poverty would last. Zhiyuan was not the only one who was confused. Everyone had their reasons to be confused and worried. However, changing the status quo of the family and life required basic conditions that could be sustained. From the current situation, the future that they had pinned their hopes on was still as bleak.
He came to his side room, which was occupied by junk. When he pushed open the door, a damp and moldy smell rushed out. He didn't have to cover his face to avoid it. This was a smell he was used to. Lying on his bed, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The wooden bed creaked as his body twisted.
The pesticide and fertilizer piled on the other side of the bed emitted a pungent smell, making him feel like he was about to suffocate. Fortunately, the narrow window allowed fresh air to enter, allowing him to breathe evenly and smoothly. The lights went out, or else his mother would come over and nag him again, saying," You should quickly turn off the lights when you're asleep."
The lights went out, and the rats living in the junk began their night life again, making noise in every corner. The hateful rat even jumped onto the bed unscrupulously. The bold rat even sniffed Zhiyuan's face gently and carefully. He could clearly hear the rapid panting of the rat. The rat's whiskers had already touched Zhiyuan's face. He could also hear the rat's cautious footsteps as it gently stepped on the quilt.
Zhiyuan didn't have to worry about the rats biting through the brocade quilt at home, but he remembered the big hole in his mother's cotton-padded jacket that she wore during the New Year. He still remembered his mother's curses towards the rats. He didn't have to worry about the rats ruining the table of delicacies, but he still remembered the basket of white steamed buns that had been ruined by the rats. His mother had been heartbroken for several days for the lost steamed buns.
He was worried that the only complete night he had would be bitten by this group of hateful elves, and if he was bitten together, he would have a wonderful dream.
Zhiyuan's anger was about to explode. He had already suffered too much from the hardships of life. Now, even his peaceful sleep was being disturbed. He quietly and gently pulled his right hand out of the blanket. Even the slightest sound could not escape the rat's ears. The rat flew past his ear with a whoosh and fled to somewhere unknown. Perhaps it was frightened by it, the house was in a commotion, and soon it calmed down. Zhiyuan knew that the rats were hiding, but Zhiyuan also knew that they would come out to look for food soon.
There was nothing to eat in the house, and the hungry rats would jump onto the bed again. Perhaps the rats were attracted by the smell of Zhiyuan's sweat, or perhaps they were curious and tempted. After ten minutes of calm, the rats started to play crazily again. Some of them were even chewing on something." Damn it, the rats are grinding their teeth again." Zhiyuan heard from his family that the rat's teeth would be gnawed away every once in a while.
The rat jumped onto the bed again and ran around Zhiyuan's body provocatively. Zhiyuan was gnashing his teeth in hatred as he lay on the bed. He wanted to catch it and throw it to death so that he could scare the other rats and make them restrain their crazy behavior.
He held his breath and tensed up, waiting for the rat to land on his body again. The bold mouse continued to tease Zhiyuan's patience by jumping up and down. It crawled over his body again, but it still moved its feet carefully. This time, he couldn't let it escape. Zhiyuan carefully judged the specific position of the mouse crawling on its body and the direction and speed of its crawling. Zhiyuan wanted to catch this wicked and cunning guy with his own hands. The opportunity had come! Zhiyuan felt that the guy had stopped and was searching for something on his chest. Zhiyuan still maintained a stable body, and his right hand quickly grabbed the place where the mouse had stopped in his mind. Without any hesitation, he quickly grabbed the object under his palm.
His swift and violent movements were completed in one breath. He had caught it! In the dark, at the spot where his judgment was completely correct, a furry ball of meat was grabbed into his palm. It was soft and warm. The other rats might have been frightened by the sudden change, and there was another commotion of fleeing in all directions. Zhiyuan instantly tightened his fingers and held the rat tightly with all his strength. He did not allow any hesitation or relaxation, because the rat would also desperately resist to break free. Of course, it also included randomly tearing and biting fiercely. The rat struggled in Zhiyuan's hands. At this moment, Zhiyuan quickly turned on the light with his left hand, flipped over the blanket, and jumped out of bed barefoot.
The rat was struggling in Zhiyuan's hand. The rat's voice was getting softer and softer, and its struggling movements were getting weaker and weaker. Its head was pinched by Zhiyuan's angry and powerful hands, and it did not have any strength to twist and bite. Its eyes were squeezed out, and there was no trace of arrogance in its frightened eyes. The frenzied rat was now gasping for air. Its entire abdominal cavity was almost formed into a vacuum by Zhiyuan's angry grip. All the troubles and indignation of life were vented on this hateful and unlucky rat.
The rat squeaked in despair. Only Zhiyuan, who controlled its life and death, could hear its miserable cries. Perhaps it was its last wail. It should have known that its hope of survival was gone. Blood had already flowed out of its mouth and nose. Zhiyuan then threw the dying rat to the ground." Pa!" With a slight muffled sound, the sinful rat struggled on the ground for a few more times before finally ending its struggle.
After more than an hour of torment, Zhiyuan's heart calmed down. He suddenly realized why he had become so cruel, using his own hands to end a life mercilessly. On second thought, yes, people should use a benevolent heart to pray for a lost life. However, there was no need to feel guilty for a rat that everyone hated. Moreover, this annoying rat was the one who caused the disaster. Thinking about the food and clothing that had been ruined by the rat and the doors and windows that had been gnawed, he felt that his actions were completely righteous.
Zhiyuan could finally sleep peacefully. It seemed that the rats would not dare to come out and cause trouble tonight. The sacrifice of their companions was their warning. Zhiyuan fell asleep with the smile of a winner, and his hands still had the smell of rats.
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