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It was a night with a bright moon.

It was very cold, the wind was blowing, and there was no one on the threshing floor. The two of them leaned shoulder to shoulder on a pile of straw, whispering the words before saying goodbye.

Bai Mu has spoken very little since he was a child, and he is a real boring gourd in front of others. Because of his male and female appearance, he is thinner and shorter than his peers, and his skin can't be tanned no matter how hard he works. Being bullied all the time makes him even more taciturn.But in front of Lu Xi, Bai Mu always has something to say.

There is no light pollution in the depths of the mountain. On the dark sky, the stars all over the sky are shining brightly, like candlelight in the dark night.The two whispered for half the night, held hands, and walked back to the village along the path between the fields. Lu Xi took Bai Mu to the door of his house. When they were saying goodbye, Bai Mu suddenly boldly reached out to hug him, stood on tiptoe, and walked to the village. He kissed it on the chin.

"Don't," Lu Xi stretched out his hand to push him away, "don't do this, you...are still young."

"You... don't you like me, brother Lu Xi?"

"No," Lu Xi lowered his head, put his forehead against his, and the tip of his nose touched his. "No, you're still young, study hard and work hard. I'll wait for you to grow up."

They hugged and said goodbye in the dark, but they didn't know that all of this was seen by an old man who got up at night.

It was a village deep in the mountains, and the road was not opened until ten years later. It has been isolated from the world for thousands of years, and its thoughts are closed. The highest education in the village is the old teacher standing in front of them now. In the town ten miles away, I just graduated from a junior high school.

In their hundreds of years of traditional thinking, they believe that homosexuality is possessed by the devil.

That night, they were caught by a group of people holding flashlights and torches, tied them up, and brought them to the ancestral hall in the east of the village. They made them kneel there, killed a black dog, and drenched them with blood.He also beat them endlessly with wooden sticks, saying that it was to beat the devil out.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, his clothes were all drenched with dog blood. Bai Mu's health was not good. He was frozen all night, beaten again, and injured his internal organs. There is no hospital or car within a hundred miles. The old teacher He invited a barefoot doctor to come over for help. After drinking a dose of medicine, he vomited out blood, and he died the next day.

Bai Mu walked lying in Lu Xi's arms, and the last words he said were: "Brother, I really want to see the outside world..."

——These things were all told to the old teacher by Lu Xi in tears when he left the village later.

The old teacher was talking, tears came down.

"At the time I told them that they were not devils, but no one believed me, and no one listened to me," he said with a sob. "When Lu Xi left, his whole spirit was almost broken. Because of the customs in the village, He didn't even take Bai Mu's body away, he only took a photo of him, and I haven't seen him since then..."

Shang Yehua and Yang Xiao sighed when they heard this.

They finally understood why Lu Xi, who had a stable job as a teacher, became an unsatisfactory painter, why he refused to draw romance illustrations with such a beautiful style of painting, and only relied on the only remaining fruit. The meager salaries of two BL publications make a living, why would Qi Yang be so ecstatic when he found him when he was doing BL animation... That is because in his heart, there is a lover who will never come back again .And the prototype of the weak and weak Bai Zichen who was spoiled by his parents and lover in the outline should be the Bai Mu that he has hidden in his heart for many years.

At the door they didn't see, an old dog with long golden hair was lying on the ground, trembling all over, big and big muddy tears rolled out of its eyes, wet the fur on its face, and rolled down again On the ground, seeping into the soil beneath it.

In fact, the system doesn't understand why it is so sad.

It just felt a great grief hit his heart, making it so sad that the whole dog couldn't help curling up, tears gushing out of its eyes unstoppable.

It's like what the old teacher said, it has experienced it personally.

It hugged Bai Zichen's soul tightly with its consciousness: "Chenchen, let's not be separated for the rest of our lives, okay? Let's not be separated for one life, two lives, and life after life."

Bai Zichen didn't understand, his soul trembled, as if he wanted to reach out and wipe away the sadness in his heart.

"Okay," he said, "we will stay together for one life, two lives, and lifetimes."

Shang Yehua and Yang Xiao originally came to look for clues about the murderer, but unexpectedly they encountered such a tragic love. When they said goodbye to the old teacher's house, both of them felt a little heavy , didn't say much along the way.

The days in winter are short, but it is only six o'clock, and the sky is already dark, only a smear of red lingering on the horizon, like a bloodstain that has not had time to wipe off.

The system followed them lazily, shuffling its feet and drooping its tail, like a real old dog.

There were still six full hours until midnight.

The thread is completely broken.

On the way back, Shang Yehua didn't go racing any more. First, even if he rushed back early, he didn't know where to start. Secondly, it was too dark, and it was too dangerous to go racing on the winding mountain road.

He hadn't slept for almost twenty hours in a row, and after hearing such a story again, he was a little out of sorts. He checked the glove box in front of the car, but found no smoke, so he rolled down the window a crack, The biting winter wind blowing in through the car window finally lifted his spirits.

"Are you okay?" Yang Xiao looked at his face, "Or... I'll drive?"

"No," Shang Yehua said, "I'm just thinking, according to the old teacher's description, Lu Xi's body should be pretty good, and if he can be described as strong, he shouldn't have any congenital heart disease, like this Will such a blow make a person who is already in good health suffer from a heart attack?"

"I don't know..." Yang Xiao shook his head, "Maybe. Live in the memories of the past for years, and be sad for years. How many hearts can withstand such hurts?"

Shang Yehua was silent.

They felt uncomfortable, so no one noticed that when they came, they were noisy like a real duck system, and when they returned, they nested in the corner of the back seat, huddled themselves together, and didn't say a word , didn't even appear in Shang Yehua's consciousness once.

At 10:30 in the evening, the car returned to S City.

"Where are you going?" Shang Yehua asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

"I remember... Did Qi Yang tell you that he paid Lu Xi's relatives all the money left after the company's bankruptcy settlement?" Yang Xiao was silent for a moment, then asked suddenly, "Lu Xi obviously has no relatives. , like this kind of thing, he just tells the truth, why lie?"

Shang Yehua was originally a person with a very sharp mind, but he was disturbed by this story, and he didn't think of it for a while. He pondered for a moment: "You mean... What is Qi Yang hiding?"

What are you hiding?

In fact, this was originally an irrelevant question. Of course, there is no need to lie, but lying does not explain anything.Everyone has a subconscious tendency to beautify themselves. If Qi Yang lied about this small detail just to prove that he is a person who has the courage to take responsibility, it is not incomprehensible.

Yang Xiao shook his head: "There is not enough evidence to make an inference."

"Then let's go find Qi Yang again?" Shang Yehua asked, "Ask him directly and see how he answers."

"it is good."

The car drove to the underground garage of Qiyang's family compound. Shang Yehua took Yang Xiao up to the seventeenth floor and knocked on the door.

But after knocking for a long time, no one opened the door.

Shang Yehua frowned, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Qi Yang's number. After a while, the mobile phone rang inside the door.

Nowadays, people are used to carrying their mobile phones with them, and it is rare for them to leave their mobile phones at home unless they are unknown like Shang Yehua.

Qi Yang was probably at home, but why didn't he open the door?

Shang Yehua often came to Qi Yang's house before, and he knew everyone in the property downstairs. He went downstairs to look for the property to get the key of Qi Yang's house, and went up to open the door.

There was no one in the living room, the mobile phone was thrown on the coffee table, and the coat was put on the sofa, so the person probably did not go out.

Shang Yehua pushed open the door of the master bedroom, but no one was there.There was no one in the second bedroom.

At this time, he vaguely heard the slight sound of water coming from the bathroom, his face changed, and he walked a few steps quickly and pushed open the door of the bathroom.

The bathroom was steaming, and Qi Yang was lying in the bathtub in his pajamas, his wrist was cut by a sharp knife, and the light red blood that was diluted with water flowed all over the floor.

Shang Yehua felt his mind buzzing and went blank. He rushed in and fished Qi Yang out of the water, pulled off a piece of clothes, and tightly strangled the wound on his wrist: "Call 120."

Yang Xiao had already finished making the phone call, and put down the phone: "Pick him up first, the ambulance will be here in a while."

"Ah."

Qi Yang's suicide made Shang Yehua's heart flustered, and he couldn't think about what was going on at all. After ten minutes, the ambulance roared downstairs and took Qi Yang to the hospital for blood transfusion. Fortunately, they found out In time, half an hour later, the doctor said that the situation was almost stable, and he could be transferred to the general ward for further observation.

Shang Yehua breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at his phone.

It was already eleven twenty-three in the evening.

It will be too late.

He asked the nurse to watch Qi Yang for a while, and while walking out with Yang Xiao, he called Qi Yang's father, and told his uncle the general situation: "The doctor said... this kind of suicide by cutting his wrists in the middle of the night, he It is very likely that he has depression, I hope you find someone to watch him 24 hours a day, so that he will not think about committing suicide any more."

After Shang Yehua finished speaking, he didn't care about Uncle Qi's reaction, so he hung up the phone and drove back to his home quickly.

He let the system return to his own consciousness, and at the same time asked a familiar security guard to help him bury the golden retriever's body.When he hurried home and opened the door, Smoke Bomb Zhou was already waiting for him at home.

Although it was only a day since I saw him, Zhou Tianyi felt that he hadn't seen his little wild flower for a long, long time. His gaze was glued to Shang Yehua's face, tender and tender, and he couldn't bear to move it away for a second, but immediately after, he I found that Shang Yehua's expression was wrong: "Xiao Yehua, what's wrong with you?"

"It's too late," Shang Yehua said to Yang Xiao, "Lock the door behind you. I'll go wash my face, and we'll talk about the rest after we go through."

He went to the bathroom to wash his face, took out a box of biscuits from the cupboard, stuffed a few pieces into his mouth casually, drank another glass of milk, brushed his teeth quickly, took off his coat, and threw it on the sofa. Rushed into the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Almost at the same moment, the second hand "clicked" to point to twelve o'clock. He felt his body lighten, then sank. When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket that Zhou Tianyi shook off with his own hands the day before. towel quilt.

Zhou Tianyi sat next to him, glanced at Yang Xiao, and then at him: "What happened?"

Shang Yehua shook his head: "It's hard to say."

The author has something to say: Thanks to Yiye Jinghong for the landmine~ Mengmeng Zhanlan, Sakura, ╰+gǒが油メo’s nutrient solution~Thank you for being late~

Thanks to all the little angels who left comments and supported the genuine version, what a group~

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Well, by the time I write this, you should all have guessed the cause and effect... I know I abused it a little bit, but I abused the system you hate, so you can't blame me...

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