Forbidden color

The pleasure of immorality is extremely strong, which they discovered by chance.

Of course, they have not yet experienced any normal pleasure.

The college organized a dance on New Year's Day. It was Wen Silin's first time wearing a suit. The style and pattern were chosen by Wen Sitian himself. Straight, with extremely slender legs, Wen Sitian wanted to push his brother away and kiss everywhere.

But he doesn't know how to dance, and he doesn't want to see Wen Sirin dance with others, he can only watch his beloved sausage go out like a hungry puppy, and still hold on to Wen Sirin's sleeve.

"Wen Sitian, you can either quickly change your clothes and go with me, or stay at home and eat dumplings." Wen Silin threatened him helplessly.

"I don't have a suit, and I don't eat dumplings." Wen Sitian pouted and swung Wen Silin's arms back and forth.

"Then I'll find you a skirt?" Wen Sirin said with a smile, "Okay, I won't stay too long, and I will definitely be back before ten o'clock."

Wen Silin went to attract flowers and butterflies alone, but he made dumplings at home like a yellow-faced woman. The more Wen Sitian thought about it, the more unwilling he was. Although he didn't have a suit, he managed to find a more formal shirt and ran to left school.

The night outside the auditorium was heavy with dew, cold air, and scattered snowflakes. Inside, there were singing and dancing, people and shadows intertwined, and warm lights came out from the auditorium gate. Wen Sitian looked around for a while, and was finally recognized by someone who knew him. A brother brought into the field.

Wen Sirin was about to start the dance, and she was in the arena with her girlfriend in her arms. After turning around, she saw Wen Sitian in the corner, almost made a wrong step, and glared at the snickering Wen Sitian.

Why is brother staring at him?It's not really here to make trouble, it doesn't work if you look at it...

Wen Sitian flattened his mouth, he could only look at Wen Silin with fascinated eyes off the court, as their first dance.

Although he followed Wen Sirin's figure throughout the audience, Wen Sirin didn't look at him again, and even smiled at his female companion many times, the eyelids of the slender-armed and thin-waisted girl turned red.

Wen Sitian was a little sad, his brother is so popular, everyone can openly ask for his favor, only himself can't.

After the dance, Wen Sirin smiled and let go of her partner's hand, turned around and walked to the dressing room, without even looking at Wen Sitian, who was a little at a loss, looked around, and then chased after her.

Would Wen Sirin be angry because he came running without saying hello?This is too stingy.

He called "brother" in a low voice while pushing open the door of the locker room.

[There are a lot of peaches piled up on the other side of the door]

He hugged himself so tightly, as if he loved him so much that he wished he could rub himself into his chest.

If... if there is no third person, they can go on like this forever.

They will be caught sooner or later, Wen Sitian thought, but he is not so afraid anymore, the world is so gentle and kind, and his brother likes him so much, he will always be rescued, no need to hide in a small dark side and wait for others trial.

The time of the last follow-up visit with Luan Jian was before the winter vacation, which is something to celebrate, because he can stop taking the medicine.Hiding medicine under the eyes of Wen Sirin, who meets day and night, is a test of his anti-reconnaissance ability, especially as their physical relationship becomes more and more intimate. Wen Sirin found out.

Now I can finally be free, and I don't have to fight guerrilla warfare anymore.

"Hee hee..." Wen Sitian changed his shoes at the door, and grinned at the busy Wen Silin.

"Little fool." Wen Sirin's heart was melted by his sweet eyebrows, and he laughed along with him, "Where are you going?"

"Look for friends to play."

Wen Sitian was in such a good mood, he jumped over on one foot and kissed him, then jumped back to put on his shoes, and set off for the hospital.

It's a pity that no one attended the depression graduation ceremony to celebrate him.

Luan Jian finished evaluating him, looked at his obedient appearance lying on the edge of the table, and said with a smile: "Last spring, you really frightened me, I didn't expect that in less than a year, it would be so much better. Hurry up." He patted Wen Sitian's head and sighed, "Being your doctor doesn't feel fulfilling, and it doesn't help you at all."

"Without you, I would have died a long time ago..." Wen Sitian muttered, "You are a miracle doctor."

Doctor Luan laughed, looked at Wen Sitian kindly, and said, "You should pay more attention to the changes in your condition after you stop taking the medicine. If there are recurrences, please contact me at any time, okay?" After thinking about it, Luan Jian He added, "You can chat if you want, as I said, I'm always by your side."

Wen Sitian nodded obediently, but looked at him sadly, and said, "I'm not the kind of good boy you imagined, you will be disappointed."

"...Only good children are qualified to be sick." Luan Jian said with a smile, "You are too obedient."

Is he good?His parents used to praise him like this, but he deviated only once, and they were no longer willing to accept him.

Wen Sitian's desire to confide is ready to come out. He longs for comfort, for catharsis, for gentle comfort, even if it's just a look of pity. When he has Wen Silin as his backer, he always wants to make some attempts to the world that he didn't dare to do before. There is an unsightly boulder in his heart, which makes it difficult for him to breathe at any time. Just because he can bear it doesn't mean he wants to bear it.

Even if one person knows, one person understands, Luan Jian said, he will stand on his side, he said that he doesn't have to be a good child.

"Luan...Brother Luan Jian..." Wen Sitian changed his address and said urgently, "Can I tell you?"

Luan Jian looked at him encouragingly and said, "I'll listen to whatever you want to say."

"Then You have to tell me first, you know I'm not a good person."

"..." Luan Jian was speechless.

"What are you talking about..." Wen Sitian begged him.

"...I know you are not an ordinary person." Luan Jian said helplessly, and stretched out two fingers to grab his face.

This is okay, Wen Sitian felt a little relieved and smiled.

He was forever grateful to Luan Jian for his patience with him, especially during the period when his parents had just passed away.

He still remembered how Wen Sirin hurriedly opened the door of the house that afternoon, without even changing his shoes, and strode to the bedside to lie down on his bed, his breathing was quick and messy, with a dusty breath, but he used the softest breath The voice whispered next to his ear, "Tian Tian, ​​get up first, we have something to go home."

Wen Sitian raised his head, and first saw his tightly knit brows and sporadic sweat on his forehead.

Seeing that Wen Sitian didn't move, Wen Sirin reached out to hug him and let him sit on the edge of the bed. He stared into his eyes with deep pain in his eyes, then kissed his forehead and said against his cheek : "Tian Tian is not afraid."

Wen Sitian sat there blankly watching him tidy up his clothes like a storm, and only after a while did he say: "What's wrong?"

Wen Silin didn't speak, and put the lighter backpack on him. He didn't hold Wen Sitian's hand until they got into the taxi to the high-speed rail station, and looked directly at him with eyes that turned red at some point, saying in a deep voice Said: "Mom and Dad are gone."

"I still stupidly asked 'Where did you go?'" Wen Sitian chuckled softly, "I never realized that death is so easy and fast. They even called me two hours ago, so angry Scolding me outright...if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be getting on the freeway so emotionally..."

"It's okay, everything is over, don't take all the responsibility on yourself, who can predict natural disasters and man-made disasters?" Luan Jian sighed, "I have told you many times, self-pity is the hotbed of depression... ..."

Wen Sitian shook his head: "It's me, they came to the school to look for me."

He looked calm, with a look of insight into the world, and looked at Luan Jian with pleading eyes. He loves to get into horns, and it is difficult to listen to other people's persuasion, unless he has figured it out, and sometimes Luan Jian is helpless.

"Because I have been disobedient, they came to the school to look for me. They didn't allow me to stay with my brother." He said clearly, with a sad expression, "They didn't allow me to like him."

Luan Jian's usually pleasant expression suddenly changed.

Although he quickly concealed his surprise, Wen Sitian still felt a chill in his heart. He thought he had already made enough psychological preparations.

He didn't dare to look at Luan Jian's subconsciously frowning brows and forced smile, and turned his eyes away to stare at his fingers tapping back and forth on the table, forcing himself to continue talking.

He vacated the dormitory without authorization, and ran to live in the apartment rented by Wen Silin. His parents were furious when they found out, and even Wen Mu, who had always been protective, couldn't continue to indulge his nonsense. Her voice mixed with radio wave particles was sharp It was harsh again: "Wen Sitian, do you want to lose face? You don't listen to a word your mother tells you! You don't know how to be a human being, you don't even have a sense of shame. Are you a beast? What else do you want to learn!"

Wen Sirin, who knew nothing about it, was still playing on the court. He sat alone in the room and waited for his parents to drive over from a hundred kilometers away to arrest him and isolate him so that he would not infect Wen Sirin.

In fact, he wasn't that scared, so what did it matter?

He has been here for so many years. Not only did Wen Sirin not stay with him, but he even made a boyfriend. The loneliness and depression made him suffer so much, but he still survived. Even if his parents arrested him and locked him up, How could the situation get worse?

His soul is imprisoned, and it doesn't matter where his body is.

But it's still the same as before, the small closed bedroom, the dark roof, the sleepless night, the hopeless love, maybe with good luck, he can die silently on a certain morning when the catkins are flying, helping everyone together To cover up the rotten, twisted, shady emotions in this small room.

The parents on the phone were still yelling, Wen Sitian lay down on the bed and took a greedy breath, kissed Wen Sirin's pillow and quilt, and was about to say goodbye to them.

However, he didn't wait until the moment when his parents kicked open the door and took him out. He waited until the sunset and dusk, and only waited for the news of the death of Wen Sirin and his parents, who had a dignified and panicked expression.

He guessed that maybe anger made them lose their reason and judgment. They collided with a truck full of canned salted fish on the highway. The family car was crushed like a soda cracker and the deformed door was thrown. Nearly 50 meters away.

His parents died in a horrific way on the way to capture him, and the criminal himself is still at large.

Luan Jian sent him out of the hospital gate, and there was a strange silence between them. Luan Jian never made him feel uncomfortable, and he would always find a topic to talk to him in a timely manner, but now he has nothing to say It's time to talk.

Wen Sitian couldn't bear to let him continue to search his mind to think of some dry persuasion.

He smiled as usual, and said, "Brother Luan Jian, I'm leaving."

Luan Jian opened his mouth, but he didn't seem to say what he really wanted to say. He still reminded him of many precautions as usual, and patted his head affectionately to say goodbye.

Wen Sitian walked a few steps, then looked back, Luan Jian put his hands in his white coat, looked at him with complicated eyes, and quickly put on a smile again when he saw him turn around.

He waved his hand, turned his head and walked into the snowstorm.

He once thought that if there was only one person in the world who could accept his madness, then that person must be Luan Jian.He is tolerant and open enough, has compassion for everyone, and loves himself very much. Maybe he will sigh: "What you love is beyond your control."

One sentence is enough.

But he still failed, and no one would stand by his side.

Parents won't, friends won't, not to mention the spectators passing by in a hurry, he is too confident and lawless, he relies on Wen Sirin's love for him to force him to accept his love, but other people will not be forced to accept his love. Confused by these sugar-coated shells, of course they could see that he was a monster.

No wonder Wen Sirin said that no one should know.

Is he so intolerant?

He missed the bus and had to walk home through the icy wind and snow. The air flow rubbed against his cheeks in the opposite direction, which was numb and painful. He wrapped his scarf tightly. It was too cold.

There should be a solitary light waiting for him in a place out of sight in the distance. He wants to go home now, he misses his brother, he wants him to hold him tenderly, saying that he will always be with him, and will never leave him behind. He is left here alone.