romantic love

I am so thankful I am dumb.

The benefits of being a dumb person can’t be counted with ten fingers. I avoided all the interrogations in the name of health checks, saved a lot of effort to deal with the response, and hid in the corner openly and shut myself up during group free activities.

More importantly, I can safely tuck that chip bomb under my tongue, ready to ignite the fuse anytime, anywhere.

I don't know when I started to have the idea of ​​committing suicide, maybe it was the moment when I learned of my brother's death, maybe when I was forced to join Lu Xuyan's gang, or maybe earlier, when the policeman used compassion When I looked at me with eyes and told me "you have been driven crazy by it", the poisonous thistle-like thoughts had already grown in my heart.

I am not afraid, not even surprised, as if this negative and dark seed has been buried in my soul a long time ago, killing my ambition every day and every moment, just being suppressed for various reasons , at first it was the younger brother, and then it was Sangsang.

When I think of Sangsang, the undercurrent called destruction in my heart will be suppressed by the strange light, and I tell myself: not now.

I don’t know if my Angel hid obediently and escaped the police’s search. If not, where would he be sent?Will he be bought by some rich man again, or will he be sent back to the Blue Palace?

Will it be destroyed for being too aggressive?

I held my breath and told myself seriously: I can't die, I have to leave here alive.

There is only one chip bomb, and I only have one life, and there is only one chance to bet on it. If that damn rose organization wants to do something to him, even if it blows myself to pieces, I will drag them to hell with them.

The sound of breathing became a little short, and the patient who was eating at the same table noticed me and asked casually, "What's wrong with you?"

If it was before, I would definitely ignore him, but at this moment, my mind is full of thoughts of getting out of here quickly, and I want to get some words from these "residents".

I took out the notebook I carried with me and quickly wrote two lines: "Do you know what happened to that lunatic who always harassed others in the bathroom?"

I took the weirdo who handed me the chip bomb as an important clue, firstly because it was incredible that he could get the bomb in Briarrose, and secondly because he appeared too coincidentally, in my most hungry When I was thirsty, he served me bread in time as if he knew everything.

"You've been targeted by him." The patient laughed, "That's an amazing guy, do you know why he came in?"

I shook my head.

"He killed someone! I don't know the exact reason. When the police found him, he was sitting in the pile of corpses. His mental wave value soared to 483, which is a proper serial murderer's physique." He pointed to his sick The number on the back of the uniform, "Did you see that? That's not a number, but a mental wave value that is tested every month. The first day he came in was 483. After a few months, it's still 483."

I looked behind him, and sure enough there was a number: "412".

I didn't pay attention to him any more, and just kept eating, but he looked behind me uneasily, and I hid, but didn't hide.

I know there are no numbers behind me.

Naturally, he saw it, turned around, and let out a muffled laugh.

I frowned and wrote, "What are you laughing at?"

"Poor you," he shrugged, "another unlucky one."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know if you're sick or not?" He winked at me, "We've seen a lot of people who don't have numbers behind them. They're all healthy and clear-headed. Tell me, whoever offended you was sent in. ?”

I pointed to my throat: I'm sick.

He sneered.

I write on the paper: "508".

He looked at me in disbelief: "Are you kidding me? Do you know what 508 is?"

I shook my head.

He picked up the newspaper on the table, rubbed a ball and threw it at a patient at the front table. The man jumped up, grabbed the ball in his mouth, and barked wildly at him.

"That person, when he gets depressed, treats himself like a dog, and bites whoever he sees. Do you see how much is written on his back?"

He had 455 written on his back.

"You're not crazy, buddy, wake up." He patted me on the shoulder, "You don't know what a real lunatic looks like, but one thing everyone here knows—when everyone tells you When you are crazy, you will suspect that you are crazy, you have to thank me, I am telling you the truth, I want to give you a hand."

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, not knowing what to say.

He suddenly pointed at my back, then quickly turned around and began to eat silently.

I looked in the direction he pointed, and saw the head nurse who had led me the way yesterday came towards me and beckoned me back to my room.

He told me as he walked, "You were stimulated not long ago, so it's not suitable to stay in crowded places for too long."

I was noncommittal and wrote a sentence in the notebook: "When are you going to start treating me?"

The head nurse paused: "Your situation is very special, the mental fluctuation value is too high, you need to observe for a period of time before intervening."

I nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He lay back in my "pumpkin carriage" at the request of the nurse, and he turned off the lights for me. It was not completely dark yet, and the stars held by the fairy godmother on the ceiling were emitting a faint red light.

I closed my eyes and carefully recalled what the patient had said to me, but I couldn't figure it out again.

Am I insane?

The reason why I think I have gone crazy is because of aphasia, suicide, or because of the red number as high as "508" on the tester?Does the former lead to the latter, or does the latter lead to the former?

I try to think, what if I'm not crazy?

If I'm not crazy, my mental fluctuations are lower than 400, and I don't have the possibility of hurting others, I can walk out of here with a clean sheet as long as I make a formal statement, and then I will find a way to find out who took me Send it here, follow the clues to catch the murderer who killed my brother, I will sue him like Angelina standing on the plaintiff's seat, prepare enough materials, sue him for depriving others of life without permission, sue him for forging evidence to I'm in quarantine.

I don't need explosives, I don't need to detonate myself, and I don't need to hurt countless innocent lives. If I win in the end, I can give justice to the dead and myself. Wake up those females and angels who are dreaming of fairy tales.

Everything will get better and better, Sangsang is still my legal wife, we will be together forever, as long as I get out of this prison, I can continue to hug him, kiss him, and enjoy his cute and fierce animal nature , I am willing to use all my savings to buy him beautiful dresses, and spend all the rest of my time shopping with him, dancing with him, buying crystal shoes with him, and spending every estrus with him.

I opened my eyes abruptly, the sockets of which were slightly hot, and suddenly felt that I was a pitifully stupid person who was thinking about how to die a few hours ago.

It's not yet the time of despair, justice has not been declared, ideals have not been realized, the road in front of me is narrow but long, and there are things I want to do, places I want to go and people I want to kiss along the way.

My thinking became more open and smooth. I smelled the fragrance of wild roses. A flower bud was formed on the curled vine, which passed through the gap of the iron window impartially and stretched into my ward. trembling.

The snow-white buds were coated with a layer of gold due to the light. I looked along the light source and was surprised to find that the three stars held by the fairy godmother turned into a golden color, shining brightly like real stars. All over the place.

I looked at the godmother's beautiful and gentle smile, and my heart was beating fast. I suddenly wanted to see Sangsang. I have to thank him. Even if he is not by my side, he can give me great strength.

As if sensing my call, there was a sudden rustling sound from the window sill.

I almost jumped up from the bed, I don’t know why, I knew who it was just by hearing the sound, and I could imagine his every movement and every expression just by the slight sound, I rushed to In front of the window, he even strode up to the window sill and stared at the white figure in the rosebush through the iron fence.

"Sangsang..." I silently called out his name, looked at his dark eyes and pale lips, and plunged into his arms through the bars.

The iron bars did not allow me to be close to him, and also blocked his desire to kiss me.

Because of the excessive force, his face was a little red. I touched the forehead that hurt from the bump, and I guess it was the same for me.

I laughed silly.

"You don't look bad." He gently touched my cheek, and touched the corner of my mouth with his cold fingertips, "I miss you so much."

I didn't have the patience to get the pen and paper, so I said directly with my lips: How did you find this place?Has anyone found out?

He shook his head: "I looked one by one. There are not many rooms with windows, so I didn't spend too much time."

I sat sideways on the window sill, pulled up the curtains to block the indoor camera, and then looked out of the window, only to see a large bush of wild roses just outside this room, and Sangsang was standing among the flowers, covered by green leaves, looking down. Lie down in front of the window.

At first glance, he looks like a little mermaid poking his head out of the green sea, obediently leaning against the window, waiting to meet his prince.

I touched his head, savoring the temperature of my fingertips reluctantly: "Come on, I will find a way to get out of here, there is surveillance in the room, we can't do this for too long."

But he shook his head stubbornly, took out a picture book from his pocket and stuffed it through the gap.

When I saw it, it was a comic book with Cinderella in the title.

I can't laugh or cry: Be good, now is not the time to tell stories.

"I want to listen to you." He looked at me stubbornly. "I want you to speak up for me. If you don't hear me, I won't leave."

I was taken aback and understood.

He wants me to talk.

In the final analysis, stress aphasia is a psychological problem. As long as I pass this hurdle, I can speak naturally.

My Sangsang is comforting me in a unique way.

I had mixed feelings in my heart for a while, opened my mouth, and tried to make syllables from my throat, but it was always so short, so I looked at Sangsang begging for mercy, hoping that he could change this naive idea.

He didn't mean to compromise, but opened the picture book in his hand: "If you don't talk, I will talk. I will stop when you tell me to stop."

I sighed: Don't make trouble.

He raised his head to look at me, the corners of his eyes were slightly pink, like two clusters of half-opened flower petals, which looked especially beautiful on his pale skin, but his lips were weakly blue and white in comparison, revealing Tiredness without rest for a long time.

I was stunned, I wanted to kiss him more than ever before, I wanted to kiss his lips, I wanted to kiss the corners of his eyes, I wanted to taste whether his tears were like wild persimmons on the roadside in late autumn, sweet but astringent Makes the lips bitter.

I can't associate Sangsang with tears. I wonder if his tears will turn into pearls?

"Brother Meng, speak up." He shook my sleeves and begged me almost beggingly, "As long as you speak up, I will grant your three wishes, okay?"

I froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.

At the same time, I felt my dry eye sockets become moist, I stretched out my hand to wipe away the non-existent tears in the corner of his eyes, and teased him: "Do you still think you are a fairy godmother?"

As I spoke, I was taken aback by my own voice. I hadn’t made a sound for a long time. Not only was my voice hoarse, but even my words became slurred like a toddler who just learned to speak.

Sangsang was very happy, her deep black eyes suddenly became bright, reflecting the moonlight, green leaves and red roses, shining like the morning sun.

Oops, I want to kiss him even more.

The stars on the ceiling gradually radiate green light, matching the roses outside the window, giving me the illusion of being outside.I know that my mental state has improved again. My Sangsang is really a rare treasure. He is not only sweet but also indescribably caring.

As if with him, I could do the impossible.

"What about your wish?" He blinked at me.

I didn't take this joke seriously at first, but his serious tone and dedicated demeanor made me sit upright involuntarily: "I want to go out and kiss you."

He wrung his fingers and motioned for me to continue.

His gaze seems to have some kind of magical power, which can make people pour out their inner voice: "I want to change something."

"What else?" He wanted to hold my hand, but he stretched out two fingers and hooked my fingers because the dense railings could not be reached.

The movement like a child pulling a hook conveyed his body temperature, not warm but enough to make people feel at ease, I took a rough breath, squeezed his fingers, and pressed my forehead against his knuckles: "I hope ...none of these bad things ever happened."

It was probably because the power he transmitted was too strong, powerful enough to make people have unrealistic fantasies, and I realized that I had made an impossible wish after I finished speaking.

But he didn't show surprise, just looked at me quietly, let go of the hand that hooked me, brought his finger to his lips, and dropped a shallow kiss on the place I touched.

"This is half a wish come true." He raised his lips slightly and looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for my compliment.

My face was hot, and I just felt that the kiss passed through his fingertips to my body, branding a hot mark on my forehead.

Just imagining it made me a little shy, so I concealed it and said: "I will also fulfill your three wishes, okay?"

"I only have two." He looked at me fixedly, "One wants to hug you, like two weeks ago."

My face turned red, I couldn't forget that two weeks ago was when he was in heat, so the so-called hug was not an ordinary hug.

He didn't let me go, he just pestered me and asked, "Are you okay?"

I nodded and quickly changed the subject: "What's the second one?"

"I hope all your wishes come true." He added earnestly, "It will all come true."

I squeezed my fist and sighed softly: "You are right, I will find a way to get out of here - Sangsang, I'm not crazy, as long as I show a certificate, I can get out of here."

But he did not agree: "There is no time, tomorrow, tomorrow I will take you away."

"Don't take any risks!" I worriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes, "There will be a solution, don't take any more risks. Listen to me, get out of here quickly, it won't be good if someone in the monitoring room notices the abnormality .”

Fortunately, he didn't hold back this time, he nodded obediently, and then pressed his lips against the railing: "One kiss and I'll leave."

I looked at his lips being strangled by the railing into the shape of a small fish's mouth. I was a little funny, so I imitated his movements and touched his lips.

The taste of metal poured into my mouth. To be honest, it doesn't feel good to kiss like this. I can't taste the sweetness that only belongs to Sangsang, and I can't indulge in the softness of those thin lips, but he kissed very seriously. The dexterous tip of the tongue caressed my tongue coating, and swept across my tooth grooves in a subtle way.

When the lips parted, I was surprised to find a thin chip between his teeth.

I was so frightened that the three souls and seven souls flew halfway: "Don't bite!"

He nodded half-understanding, spat out the chip, threw it down the drain, and stuffed another thing into my mouth.

The sweet taste overflowed between my lips and teeth, and I immediately recognized that it was a pomegranate seed.

"Picked by the roadside." He grabbed a handful of pomegranate seeds and handed them to me. "If you're hungry, eat something sweet, and don't put that dirty thing in your mouth."

I couldn't help but nodded, following his meaning.

Then he handed me another item, and I took a look. It was a bracelet made of pomegranate seeds, crystal clear and pink, very beautiful.

He raised his wrist, only to see that the white jade-like wrist was also hung with an identical one, which was vaguely visible, and the silver thread used to string the chain seemed to be his hair.

"I'm leaving, wait for me tomorrow." He said to me quickly, my shadow reflected in his clear eyes.

I smiled and nodded, wishing him a good night's sleep as usual.

Under the green starlight, I carefully stroked the brightly colored bracelet on my wrist, savoring this sweet and astringent night carefully.

My An Qi was shy just now.