Sustained high temperature

If the eyes are kissed shut, then nothing can be seen.

Feng Qi was still there, in his wandering thoughts, he only realized Lin Chuyan's slightly burning lips.

Lin Chuyan's breathing was a little heavy, and Feng Qi felt the scorching breath on his forehead.

But this kind of kiss didn't make Feng Qi feel suddenly separated from the memory, didn't feel suddenly relieved, only felt that something deeper was faintly burning in his mind.

The temperature rose little by little, and the thing in my mind became hotter and more elusive.He still can't grasp that little thing, that thing seems to have been waiting for him for a long time, it has been waiting for him since it was created.But it must come at a price of pain.Only the relentless whipping of suffering can lift its veil.

Feng Qi's headache was about to split, and he tried hard to grab it.But as soon as he pinched a corner, as soon as he rubbed and felt the rough texture of the veil, the thing broke free and ran away.

He put his arms around Lin Chuyan's waist, picked him up and put him back under the quilt, and then pulled the quilt down to his neck.

"I saw you, my little flame, so bright." Feng Qi brushed the hair on his forehead, "How could I not see it?"

Lin Chuyan opened his eyes, staring at Feng Qi in a daze.

He suddenly realized that even though he had seen Feng Qi in so much pain, even though he had said so many things to him, it was Feng Qi who calmed down before him in the end.

He did this every time, and after he calmed down, he treated Lin Chuyan extremely tenderly.But the great pain just now didn't go away, it didn't just disappear because of Lin Chuyan's few irrelevant words, but changed the way, silently and heavily on his back.

Like a wounded man staggering into a dark forest, hiding behind the shadows of trees.His blood flowed all over the floor, and he gasped in pain.At this time, a little boy came and looked at him suspiciously.He put away all the painful expressions, squatted down, hid his bloody back behind him, and stretched out his hand.One or two shiny things flew out from the palm of his hand, his voice was soft and innocent, with a coaxing smile: "Here are the fireflies."

As if to say: Don't be afraid, nothing will happen.Don't worry, I'll catch fireflies for you.

Lin Chuyan was so sad that he could hardly breathe.

He understood that what he could give Feng Qi was too limited.He is not Feng Qi, he has no way to understand that kind of past, he can't use his own will to erase Feng Qi's view of fate deep in his heart.That terrifying thought has been rooted there since Feng Qi was a child, and it has grown luxuriantly, and a gust of wind can't do anything to it.

Lin Chuyan is a stubborn person, he insists on himself, and he goes forward without hesitation.But in that way, can the various actions he makes and the slogans he utters really change Feng Qi?How could he be sure that he wasn't imposing his will on Feng Qi over and over again, taking off his painful disguise time and time again?

How could he be sure that he wasn't pressing hard and stabbing Feng Qi's heart again and again?

And Feng Qi, gritted his teeth to resist the deep pain and despair on his shoulders, smiled hard at Lin Chuyan, and tried his best to comfort him gently, so that the young man could feel at ease.

Lin Chuyan felt his nose sore and tingling. He felt deeply frustrated and powerless.

His mood fluctuated too violently that night, making him confused and frightened.

Feng Qi was too different to him.This person is extremely fragile, but he also has extremely powerful spiritual power.

He knew that those things were wrong, and he would clearly say with the most affirmative and gentle voice in the world: "Lin Chuyan can do whatever he wants, I believe." Such a Feng Qi, how could he not resist?He must have been desperate to escape, he was working so hard in vain, he was trying to force himself to calm down over and over again.

But he found that that sentence was impeccably correct.Life is lonely.In this world, he struggles alone and hopelessly against the past, he is exhausted, he is powerless.

He had to submit to that damned fatalism.When there is no way out in this world, he turns to the argument that he once hated so much.What a painful lesson it is to abandon the self that once fought alone and stubbornly, and completely deny the past self!

Who doesn't want to go to the place that the heart yearns for forever, who doesn't want to overcome everything?Who, after enduring the destruction of this world, does not resent this world, but instead tortures himself who has already been scarred?

In our strange and depressive society, there are often people like Feng Qi who are burdened with great pain.They are alone, battling a huge mind, a complex world.Weak as they are, the ending of this war is often sad.Many people, with blood and tears, began to resent the world.They blame themselves for being born so frivolously, they blame the world for being so unfair, they distort themselves, and they really become a loser from then on.

Such a group is huge, emerging wave after wave.They hated this ruthless world so much, they lost their wits and went crazy, venting their inner powerlessness and fragility in the name of punishing this world.Yes, they bear the pain given by the society, but they want to avenge the society by torturing other people who have not surrendered.

Stupid and pathetic.

But Lin Chuyan knew that Feng Qi was not like this.

Feng Qi holds her broken heart, but still loves this world.His despair is not because he is afraid of death or survival, but because he is afraid that everything he bears will make him unrecognizable.

But did he ever resent this world, resent the mother who brought him into this world?Not for a moment.

He would rather destroy a loser, and himself, than become a devil himself.But due to human nature, sometimes he can't suppress his anger and impulsiveness, and sometimes he hurts others unintentionally, just like the time he ridiculously sprayed smoke on Lin Chuyan's face.

The inner battle—the struggle between ego and sinking, makes him believe that he is guilty, so he is willing to suffer for himself.So he shrank into a corner and hid himself, for fear that someone would spy on him one day and find that he had dirty thoughts in his heart, for fear that he would become a monster.

Lin Chuyan's heart was pierced for a moment.It's not pity, he loves Feng Qi very much.He understood that feeling, didn't he escape to avoid becoming a monster?

Lin Chuyan moved her lips, thinking: How can I make you exempt?

Seeing him staring straight at her, Feng Qi smiled lightly again: "What's the matter? Do you want a goodnight kiss?"

Lin Chuyan felt a strange and strange emotion in his heart, and he was hopelessly overwhelmed by that smile.You said, where can there be such a gentle monster?

Before he could answer, Feng Qi approached him, and said again against his forehead: "Good night, Chu Yan."

Lin Chuyan closed her eyes, but reached out and grabbed Feng Qi.His voice was very clear in the darkness: "Feng Qi, I'm not a child. Don't hide, I'm not afraid at all, I'm not afraid of what you will become. If you don't come out, I'll hold you and drag you come out."

Lin Chuyan believes that only by releasing one's nature will one not become distorted, and only by being suppressed can one become a monster.

Feng Qi was pulled by him, feeling the heat on his arm, his brain was burning again.This time, the flame spread rapidly, and it burned to the sky.In the red light, Lin Chuyan's eyes that were closed at this moment opened again, and those eyes were full of sincerity, looking at him cleanly.

There was a voice in my heart, which even overwhelmed the sound of the waves that sounded day and night, deep and gentle, confident and determined, telling him: I am not afraid of what you will become.

Feng Qi closed her eyes, not knowing how to answer.

"Hold my hand tightly, I'll pull you." Lin Chuyan's hand holding his arm slipped down little by little, covering his palm, "I won't let go."

In Feng Qi's life, there are very few moments when he can do whatever he wants, but after staying in the cage of self-restraint for a long time, he can't control the fantasy that someone pushes him, with a free and easy yet extremely trusting smile Concerned, said to him: "What are you afraid of? Go out."

Feng Qi thought, he was probably shocked by Lin Chuyan.Being pushed is already a great gift, how dare he imagine that someone is willing to pull him out desperately and desperately?

"Hold my hand tight and I'll pull you."

If an innocent prisoner sentenced to lifelong rape heard this sentence, he would surely burst into tears.

The same is true for Feng Qi, the huge emotion in his heart overwhelmed his rationality in an instant, he floated up and down on the sea surface, and without even thinking about it, he grabbed the board that tied life and death.

He opened his palm and interlocked Lin Chuyan's fingers.

The two palms are so close together that they can even feel each other's lines. The dry and warm touch is both strange and wonderful.The young man who was ambitious and confident just now was quietly blushing.

Lin Chuyan muttered: "My palms might be sweating." Before Feng Qi could answer, he quickly added: "Because of having a fever."

Feng Qi laughed softly: "Understood, I don't dislike it, I won't let go."

He pressed the boy's hand to his heart, closed his eyes and said, "Chuyan, thank you."

Lin Chuyan's palm felt Feng Qi's heartbeat, one after another.He couldn't help thinking: Does this action mean that Lin Chuyan is allowed to spy on his heart?

Feng Qi's voice rang in his ears again: "Go to sleep, you still have a fever, your palms are really sweating."

Lin Chuyan gained confidence, tightened his fingers, and ordered: "Don't let go of sweating, don't hide it." He was indeed very tired, and with dizziness, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the darkness, brushing against the edge of the wind, Feng Qi's voice was softer than the night, drifting into someone's dream: "Don't hide."

The author has something to say: After writing these four chapters, I found out that emmmmm only wrote the content for one night.Rushing on the street begins with talking too much, a painful lesson!

I will go to the hospital for a physical examination tomorrow, so I won’t write it.