Would you prefer if someone came to you and told you that they didn't like you? Or do you want them to speak behind your back? Especially those close to you. For example, your family, teammates, friends, or colleagues.
For me, I would rather have them face me and talk to me. Maybe I could help them understand my true identity and clarify their doubts about my views.
For the next three days, I stayed in a small room because I refused to leave. I was blind; where could I go? Xiao Lan brought me food for the past three days, but that morning, I noticed that someone else brought me food.
"Your food is here!" the woman shouted from upstairs.
Then I heard her shut the door loudly. I slowly stood up and opened the door. I saw the stairwell.
"Stupid Xiao Lan actually locked me up here..." Out of anger, I hit the wall. I planned to hit a few more times to release the inner anger, but my knuckles began to hurt, so I decided not to continue.
I had watched many TV shows. The protagonist would bite his finger to cast spells with the blood or use his blood to write the name of the deceased on the memorial table to commemorate his relatives. Think about it: when you bite your finger until it bleeds, it does cause a lot of pain to the finger, because all the nerves in your hand end at your fingertips. The flesh of the fingertips actually has to be ripped apart to allow blood to pass through, and the use of teeth increases the chance of infection by 99%.
When I was young, my favorite actor was Louis Fan. I watched many of his movies, but the only movie I didn't have the stomach to watch from beginning to end was called "The Story of Ricky." At that time, this movie was too gruesome for me, but when I grew up, I realized that human skin is like rubber. Unless the ribs and bones are broken, a powerful punch will not penetrate the stomach. Then I found it interesting that when the lady threw a whole bunch of razors into Ricky's mouth and started to punch him from side to side. What was more interesting was the following scene: Ricky grunted with a full set of beautiful white teeth. I mean seriously, in reality, Ricky's tongue would be severely injured, maybe to the point where he wouldn't be able to speak anymore. His gums would bleed so much that some of his teeth might fall out. Also, the razors would provocatively pierce his cheek, but in the movie, only some blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Despite my criticism of the movie, I still like this movie, and Louis Fan is still one of my favorite actors of all time.
The moment I started climbing the stairs, I wanted to be as strong as Ricky in that prison cell. The black sheep who refused to give up or be defeated by his enemies.
I opened the door and walked into a large and beautifully decorated living room. I decided that even if Xiao Lan was there, I would leave. There were three doors on the wall. I opened the first door and saw a large bedroom with a private view. There was a king-size contour bed with light blue curtains. I walked inside, looked around the room, and then realized that this room was Xiao Lan's bedroom. I walked around the room, complaining to myself.
"Stupid Xiao Lan! When you leech on me, you sleep on the bed next to me. When you take me home, you let me sleep in the dungeon on the underground concrete floor!" I began to destroy his bedroom by removing the sheets. "'Cold, lonely, hungry, and fearful!'" I continued to search his room and took everything out of the closet. "'You bastard, I hate you!'"
When I pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, I finally found my wallet, car keys, and mobile phone. I grabbed my property and walked out of the destroyed room.
I opened the door, and there seemed to be no one around. The weather was very cold, and light snow was floating in the air. The wind was unbearable. I noticed that this house's setting was like one of those from movies in the past: brick walls with ceramic roofs. I walked slowly through an open door. I saw many people walking around, minding their own business.
This place looked like the Forbidden City. No one paid attention to me, and I did not pay attention to them. I wanted to ask them the way out or where my car was, but I was afraid they would recognize me as a prisoner. After walking in socks for ten minutes, my feet started to feel numb. I sat on the bench by the wall.
I saw two women sitting beside me eating some buns.
"Who do you think will win?" Woman A said.
"There is no doubt that this will be Zhian's victory as always," Woman B replied.
"It's a pity that someone as talented as Xiao Lan will never be selected to complete the training from the elders," Woman A said.
"In any case, the elders don't want him. Look at his cold behavior. He can't get along with anyone for long. No one can stand it," Woman B said. "In any case, no one wants to be his partner."
"No one wants him." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Listening to Woman A and Woman B talking badly behind Xiao Lan's back made me very upset. I knew Xiao Lan was my number one enemy, but to talk about a person behind his back is the worst thing one can do to another.
"May I ask, why does no one like this person you are talking about?"
"This is because his father is a werewolf and his mother is a vampire," Woman A explained.
"What's wrong with that?"
"This is against the rules. Vampires and werewolves are forbidden to mate,' Woman A continued. 'Only the best can climb to the top of the ladder, and he can be given a wish."
"With his talents, I believe it's no big deal for him," I said.
"Wrong," Woman B said. "He needs a partner to succeed with him, because everyone knows what he wants, and they see it as an advantage."
"I'm sure the leech wants money?"
"What leech?" Woman B was confused.
"Never mind, please continue," I said.
"He did reach the top, and he asked for them to release his parents," Woman B said.
"But he can't choose between his father and his mother," Woman A said.
Now, no matter how much I hated Xiao Lan, the leech, this part really softened my heart. I never knew that someone like him would take on such a big responsibility.
"What happened next?" I asked.
"His wish was granted," Woman A said.
"What did he wish for?" I asked.
"He wished for him to try again." He went looking for a partner who would be willing to work together with him to accumulate enough merits. "The partner would ask for one of his parents to be released, and he would wish for the other parent," Woman A said. "Zhian was his partner, but it turns out that Zhian didn't wish for one of his parents to be free."
"What did this Zhian wish for?" I noticed that my tone became very angry.
"He wants to enter the weapon chamber," Woman A said sadly. "Poor Xiao Lan, I hope he can try again."
"And every time his so-called partner only used him to reach the top, they turned their backs on him."
To be honest, when I heard Woman A and Woman B talk about Xiao Lan's misfortune, I felt touched. Pictures of Xiao Lan and Zhian came through my mind as I thought deeply about Xiao Lan.
"Zhian, we made it to the top! We've accumulated enough merits to help my parents." The blue-eyed Xiao Lan said with an innocent voice and a smile on his handsome, model face.
"Yes, we have," Zhian, the fat, ugly man, said with a deep, evil voice.
"Now, tell me what each of you wants," an old man asked Xiao Lan and Zhian.
"I want to enter the weapon room. I want the best weapon! Ha...ha...ha..." Zhian laughed.
"But, Zhian," Xiao Lan burst into tears. "We promised that you would ask for my parents to be free!"
"Who told you that, brat?" Zhian pulled his hand away.
"Zhian, please, please," Xiao Lan knelt on the floor, crying.
"Remove those dirty hands from me!" He kicked Xiao Lan down the three hundred steps of the stairs.
When I imagined Xiao Lan falling off the three hundred steps in the stairwell, I suddenly remembered the song 'Wo Men Bu Yi Yang' sung by Da Zhuang suddenly popping up in my mind. Xiao Lan rolled down the stairs a step at a time until he hit the last step. He was so badly injured from the fall that he could barely stand up.
"Zhian!" Xiao Lan screamed out of anger. "Why?"