Made by God

5.

Shen Ruhai stood in front of Wu Kexing again.

A few days had not passed, and Wu Kexing was still recuperating in the hospital. Shen Ruhai went out at night, catching up with the end of the Chinese New Year, walking all the way from the business district without a lit window pane.He seems to have passed through the cracks of human civilization, walking in a dark area that has been discarded, forgotten, talked about, and annihilated for a long time.He didn't say hello in advance this time. If he could, he hoped that he would be able to, and it would be better to be stopped by someone, and he would go home and sleep again in a logical manner. After a sleep, he realized that everything was just a vain dream. After the dream, the lover of the dream disappears, and so does the catastrophic emotion.

However, his journey went smoothly. This time there was no bodyguard, and Chen Ai was not on the road. It seemed that Wu Kexing finally waited for him to come and paved an unimpeded way for him.After walking out of the business district during the annual vacation, Wu Kexing walked on the corridor of the hospital again.There is only one road on the top floor, which leads directly to the front and back, and there is no compromise option.There is no one else on the road, no other light, no other movement, only Shen Ruhai, only him, going deep into this point, into the wasteland of civilization.The only survivor of the destroyed civilization of the age of the gods personally led him here, and there was no other name to call except what he was about to face.

He finally came to the door.

Before he stepped over the threshold, he also prayed that Wu Kexing had fallen asleep, so that he could escape for a while and come back another day.However, the form of the room failed him. Although the lights were not turned on, the curtains were drawn on both sides, allowing the moonlight to shine directly.The panes divided the white moonlight into small compartments, half of which fell on the edge of Wu Kexing's bed, and half extended to Shen Ruhai's feet.The connection between them seems to be just like this, prominent, incompatible with everything around them, a white moonlight excerpted from strange novels.This connection is dominated by Wu Kexing. He just stretches out his hand and pulls the curtain, and the light will go out.

Wu Kexing wouldn't pull the curtains at this time.He looked at Shen Ruhai and blinked at him.But with a light touch of the upper and lower eyelids, Shen Ruhai irresistibly approached his bedside.The chair beside the bed was still waiting for him to take a seat. He remembered to bring flowers this time, and after sitting down, he put a bouquet of lilies beside Wu Kexing.Wu Kexing stroked the petals with his fingers, and asked him: "What is this for? To visit me, or to mourn me?"

Before Shen Ruhai opened his mouth, he licked his chapped lips.The winter in this city is too dry and cold, it is not a good place, nor is it a good season.If possible, he would like to come back in spring, when the flowers are in full bloom, reunion and parting are suitable.It's a pity that he can only speak in the dry, winter, and ravaging air, whispering: "I don't know...don't know what to do with it."

He looked distraught, and his voice was low and blown away.Wu Kexing arranged the bouquet of flowers and said to himself: "Since the first bunch of roses, I have received many, many flowers. There are too many flowers, and I am almost overwhelmed. In the past, before today, so many flowers , no one has brought my hope." He put the lily on his lap, and finally saw a person from a flower.He asked Shen Ruhai: "Have you finished reading the gift from a few days ago?"

Shen Ruhai nodded.

Wu Kexing asked him again: "Did you bring it today? My return gift, what I look forward to?"

Shen Ruhai clenched his hands tightly.He should still nod, he came here at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, wandering in the midst of other people's laughter, that's what he wanted.However, he supported his impulse and was unwilling to bend his cervical spine.Once the head is nodded, something irreversible is about to happen.He was trembling a little, his body and voice trembling.His back bent down, and he confided to Wu Kexing in pain: "I really wish I had never met you..."

Wu Kexing leaned towards him slowly, getting close enough, and told him: "You don't want to see me, I won't show up. You have come to the final place, so you don't need to say anything against your will. Shen Ruhai, what have you brought?" He called softly, "Your wish, tell me."

Wu Kexing held his hand without using much strength, but it made Shen Ruhai shudder, raised his head and looked at Wu Kexing.On this good night, Wu Kexing looked at him gently.Under the gaze, Shen Ruhai's thoughts obediently followed Wu Kexing's guidance, and he repeated in a murmur: "My wish..."

But, no, no!He couldn't say it.Shen Ruhai held Wu Kexing's hand in turn, lightly at first, but then tightened as he convulsed.He had reached the pinnacle of nervousness and helplessness, like the last polar bear in the world standing on a melting ice floe.When he spoke again, his vocal cords seemed to be cut off, and every word was rubbed and stretched. Instinctively, his teeth bumped into each other, and the words he spoke were intermittently out of shape. He turned over and over again. Hehe: "I hope...my only wish..."

He held Wu Kexing's hand vigorously.Between them, there is not a single gap left.Under the release of this intimacy, Wu Kexing's eyes didn't know where to look. He seemed to be looking at Shen Ruhai's red eyes, and he seemed to be tireless, breathing forward, looking towards an endless long road.

The warm, living touch drew Wu Kexing's attention back.Shen Ruhai shed tears, and the tears dripped on Wu Kexing's knuckles.The choking was unstoppable, but Shen Ruhai continued to speak with difficulty and without retreating: "I hope... I hope! You can leave this world peacefully... peacefully... never again..." He gritted his teeth and put the Hold on to every word, "Never, never, never come back..."

The pain of Shen Ruhai's life was exhausted in a few words.When the last word landed, the wish uttered became an independent existence, not subject to random changes by the will, he couldn't bear it anymore, as if his spine had been chopped off by a horizontal knife, he lowered his head and cried bitterly.Wu Kexing watched him calmly, stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and comforted him: "I have built the gallows for many years, and you are the only executioner. You have done a good job, for so many years, and you are the best one. If Flo Give me normal likes and hates, and I'll thank you."

"Kexing!" Shen Ruhai seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and suddenly raised his head from Wu Kexing's lap.Even in the night, Wu Kexing could see that his eyes were red from crying, but he still looked at him without blinking.He eagerly asked himself: "One more thing, please tell me! Tell me, am I fulfilling your wish, giving you freedom, and liberating you from the hands of the gods! Am I doing the right thing! Is it... a special one... Please, tell me the truth, at the last moment...don't say anything against your will..."

He got closer to Wu Kexing, his fingers clenched tightly on Wu Kexing's lapel.But Wu Kexing lay back and sank into the pillow.He replied softly: "Yes, yes, yes. Many people have walked this road, only you have come here. The only, special, only you."

Wu Kexing finally, finally, finished his last sentence.He still smiled gently when he looked at Shen Ruhai, and finally, finally closed his eyes.Shen Ruhai stared at him blankly, then raised his eyes to look out the window.Even at this time, there are scattered car lights on the road as lonely souls wandering in the city at night, but the windows are closed, and only a layer of glass is separated, so that the sound of the engine and the singing of drunks are completely isolated.This city, this inhuman thing, has finally fallen silent.