a killer friend of mine

Life is like a river with a custom-made channel. Even if there are rocks blocking the journey, it will continue to flow involuntarily after the impact.

The next day, there was no trace of blood on the roof or the window sill, and the corpse was cleaned up without leaving any traces. Except for her, no one outside the matter knew about it.The tragic fight that night seemed to be just a passing nightmare, and it did not disturb the lives of ordinary people in the slightest.She didn't have the heart to open the window to take a look that day, and she didn't know how Wen Shisan was hurt. Even if he died, she had no way to get the news.The relationship between the two of them was completely unfair. What Wen Shisan revealed to her was only the tip of the iceberg of a huge secret, but this small tip was enough to cause shocking waves.The vast majority of people live mediocrely, but a very small number of people have to carry the abyss forward.Her heart withered like a burnt firewood, and half of her life's strength was exhausted.

She didn't have an ardent desire to see Wen Shisan again, and even regarded it as wishful thinking. The limit of her wish was that Wen Shisan could ask someone to bring her a message of safety until he stood again. In front of her, she still suspects that this is just an unrealistic dream.

However, Wen Shisan has changed a lot. He has completely lost his health, his eyes are full of gloom, and he looks like a dying person when he is about to die.His cheeks were sharply reduced, and his cheekbones were set off high, showing a slightly mean and rugged appearance. His face was so pale that it made people panic, as if he had put on a layer of self-defeating foundation.

Qiuyang held his hand with pity, and the tears that had been stubborn for many days finally fell and fell on the hands they held.She murmured rejoicing: "Fortunately, you are still alive."

The corners of Wen Shisan's mouth curled up, and soon returned to a gloomy straight line.Laughing seems to be a difficult and tiring thing for him, if it is not for the comfort of a woman, he would not even bother to do such a thing that exhausts him physically and mentally.

Qiuyang handed him the stove, and he took it trembling.Qiuyang noticed the trembling of his hands, and asked in amazement: "What's wrong?" with him.He lowered his head, stared at the small heater with absent-minded eyes, and said softly, "I'm getting married."

Qiuyang was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said: "That's a good thing, congratulations." Something cracked silently, and she had no time to take care of it. If she didn't focus on the conversation with Wen Shisan, she was afraid that she would collapse immediately.

Wen Shisan raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly, probably wanting to laugh again, but this time he failed to bend an arc successfully.He tried his best to sound normal: "Ah, thank you." But it still couldn't hide his perfunctory attitude.

Qiuyang was in a state of confusion, she wanted to know too much: Which family girl did she marry?Are you good-natured?Do you like you?Who proposed to get married?What about after getting married? ...But the questions piled up on her lips, and none of them mattered. The result was already certain and unmistakable. The more detailed she knew, the more she would only increase her pain and her jealousy towards the girl who was about to become his wife.

In her panic, she asked indiscriminately: "Do you love her?" As soon as the words fell, she was desperate——among all the questions, this question should not be asked.

Wen Shisan finally succeeded in laughing, followed by a series of coughs, and when his breathing subsided, he covered his mouth and said softly, "It doesn't matter whether I love her or she loves me."

Qiuyang lowered his head and rubbed the handkerchief to prevent tears from looking at him, but the blows came one after another, Wen Shisan said slowly: "I won't come again in the future."

Qiuyang felt that the corners of his eyes were a bit cold, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe them, and forced out a smile: "After getting married, you should naturally pay attention to your words and deeds, so as not to make the bride unhappy."

Wen Shisan looked at her calmly: "It's not for this reason, I'm going to Jiangnan, and the wedding is going to be held there."

"Jiangnan..." She gripped her teacup tightly, "It's a good place. When will we get married?"

"...Two months later." He lost interest.

It was almost the time of Chinese New Year, she smiled and said, "Double happiness is coming."

He remained silent, staring blankly out of the window, actually he didn't put anything into his eyes.After working for a while, he put down the stove and got up: "I should go."

Qiuyang didn't keep him, but also got up and sent him out.He put his hand on her wrist, "There's no need to give it away." After saying that, he turned and went downstairs, as calm as if he would come back next time.

What a lackluster farewell... Qiuyang commented in his heart, without any sense of ceremony.Suman was also so casual when he left, as if he would be back in a few days.But why is it always her that stays?She thought of the kiss that gave everything away, and her lips and heart quickly became hot, as if a fire was on fire.She unexpectedly stopped him: "Thirteen!"

The boy stopped subconsciously and looked back at her blankly.

She opened her mouth and only said two words: "Goodbye."

At that moment, stars fell into the young man's eyes, and he smiled unreservedly, like melting ice and snow.

The young man walked out of the small building. He knew that she was still watching him silently from behind. When he walked around those trees, her sight would be obstructed, but he believed that she was still guarding the window. He didn't know how long she would watch , but those two gazes burned an indelible heat on his back, no matter where he went in the future, those two gazes would follow him.

He wanted to cry loudly, but it wasn't time yet, so he could only endure it until he walked to the street, and the tears burst out like a Yellow River that had burst its embankment, and his whole face was dripping down.

Passers-by looked at this silently weeping young man with amazed eyes. He was so out of place in the bustling crowd of people, like a sad whale strayed into a school of fish.

All the voices fell silent in his ears, the mountains and rivers held their breath, and the sky and the earth were vast and empty, leaving him alone.All he could feel was endless loneliness and coldness.

He turned into the alley, sat down against the wall, hugged his knees and cried, crying so hard that he was out of breath.He used to study, and always thought that the descriptions of "heartbroken" and "painful" were just the hypocrisy of literati. Only now did he realize that there is such profound grief in the world, and such intense emotions seem to burst out from the heart. The whole body splits.

He will no longer be Wen Shisan, this name has been buried with the past, and no one will call him so tenderly and affectionately again.