Brother Chuan

"I'll take you to a place later." Brother Chuan said suddenly while having lunch.

"where?"

"Don't ask." Brother Chuan tapped the back of Daqiang's hand lightly with the tip of his chopsticks, and said, "You'll know when you get there."

Daqiang followed Brother Chuan to a cemetery in the suburbs.

The two sat on the grass.

Brother Chuan pointed to two tombstones not far away and said, "This is my parents, and there is Li Lai."

While weaving the picked flower branches into a garland, Brother Chuan told Daqiang about his past.

It was rare for Daqiang not to intervene, and had been listening quietly.

The story finally came to Li Lai, and to the two choices An Tang gave Brother Chuan that night.

Either, break up with Li Lai; or, watch An Tang ruin Li Lai's future.

Brother Chuan chose the former without hesitation.

An Tang immediately withdrew the order to cancel the investment.

After a while, Brother Chuan received a call from Li Lai and heard his revived voice.

"An Yan, it was you who spoke for me, thank you."

"An Yan, tomorrow is the art exhibition, I'm so happy."

"An Yan, I'm so excited that I can't sleep, what should I do?"

Brother Chuan on the other end of the phone could even imagine An Yan's happy expression.

He was so happy for him.

"I've already done it, so it's time for you to fulfill your promise." An Tang stood aside, guessed the content of the call, and stared at Brother Chuan oppressively, with a cold tone.

Brother Chuan nodded slowly.

Turning his back, he interrupted Li Lai's soliloquy on the other end of the phone.

He said, "Li Lai, I'm sorry, I can't be with you anymore."

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly disappeared, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

After a long time, Brother Chuan heard the other side take a deep breath.

"What did you say?" asked the unbelievable question with trills.

"Break up, Li Lai, we are not suitable."

"..."

"What is this?" Li Lai's voice was full of confusion and confusion, "What did I do wrong?"

"No." Brother Chuan's tone was so calm that he was afraid, "You are the kind of person who should pursue your artistic path. As for me, I have no pursuit, and I am not on the same path with you after all. So while you Not popular yet, let's break up, I don't want to delay you."

"But I never felt that you delayed me..."

Brother Chuan interrupted him, and said cruelly: "Do you want me to explain? I don't like you anymore!"

"How could you do this?" Li Lai was obviously sad.But he still lowered his face to persuade him to stay: "An Yan, but I still like you, don't leave me, okay?"

Brother Chuan closed his eyes, cruelly ignored his words, and said, "Li Lai, go and pursue your future, I will hope that you will become famous."

After that, he hung up the phone.

"You are much more decisive than I imagined." An Tang stood aside, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Brother Chuan opened his eyes and felt a cold liquid running across his face.He reached out and wiped it away.

A warm touch suddenly touched his skin, and Brother Chuan briefly pulled away from his memories.

I saw Daqiang gently rubbing his face with his hands, as if comforting a wounded puppy.

Brother Chuan was a little greedy for this kind of touch.

"Then why did he..." Daqiang found a more euphemistic way of saying, pointing to the tombstone next to him, "Why did he live here later?"

Brother Chuan continued.

Li Lai's art exhibition was very successful and he gained a lot of attention.

At the same time, Brother Chuan began to avoid him, rejecting all his calls and messages.

But Li Lai was more persistent than Brother Chuan imagined.

After all, Brother Chuan was blocked by Li Lai in the same school.

Brother Chuan was forced to have no choice but to tell Li Lai the truth since the art exhibition had already passed.

"I really regret it." Brother Chuan lowered his head, his eyes were empty, as if he was looking at something through the wreath in his hand.

Li Lai's eyes were red that day, and he turned and left after saying "fuck it!"

Brother Chuan received a call from the hospital in the middle of the night, and when he rushed over, it was too late to see him for the last time.

Li, who was drunk, didn't see the red light clearly when he crossed the road, and was hit by a passing truck. The rescue failed and he died.

When he was knocked to the ground, a knife fell out of his arms, but no one knew where he was going or what he was going to do.

Because it's all meaningless.

What a hasty way to end, ridiculously hasty.

Brother Chuan seemed to see the bloody white cloth again, and Li Lai's bloody face under the white cloth.

People in the school who knew their relationship came to ask Brother Chuan about Li Lai for various purposes.Unable to bear the disturbance, Brother Chuan dropped out of school hastily.

It was a sad time, I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to find a quiet place to hide.

Uncle An came to ask him to eat and asked him why he dropped out of school. He lost his temper for the first time and yelled.

That was the only time he lost control of his emotions so far.

While crying, he said: "The one who died was my boyfriend, why can't I be sad?" Waiting for such muddled words, in fact, even Brother Chuan himself didn't know what he was talking about.

So he came out of the closet out of nowhere.

Uncle An slapped him across the face.

The world is quiet.

Only the ear on the side that was hit was still buzzing.

I admitted my mistake, apologized, sat down with everyone for dinner as usual, listened to everyone's talk quietly, and smiled quietly.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But it's just a flashback, an illusion.

Brother Chuan, who really lost his soul, only left a letter the next day saying that he was going to relax, and left home with a small amount of luggage.

He didn't get better that easily at all.

It's not just An Tang that he can't forgive, he can't forgive himself.

No one knew, he had a nightmare for a whole year.In the dream, the dead Li Lai came back to life, holding a knife, and stumbling towards Brother Chuan.

Every time, I woke up when I was about to approach Brother Chuan.

But the dream is not necessarily better than the dream.

That year, he left his hometown and worked in a small inn in an unknown town.

When there are no guests, I just sit on the steps of the door in a daze, looking at the empty sky, chewing on the pain and memory alone.

Living in endless sadness and self-blame every day, it took a whole year like this before he gradually lived a normal life.

"It's not your fault." Daqiang turned Brother Chuan's head to face him, and repeated earnestly: "His death was not your fault."

Brother Chuan was silent, stood up, and placed the three garlands he had made in front of the tombstones of his parents and Li Lai respectively.

Daqiang was behind him, watching his slow movements, suddenly wanted to cry.

Brother Chuan, who doesn't seem to care about anything, how big is the wound in his heart?No one knows at all.

"Have you ever thought about it!" Daqiang suddenly shouted at his back.

"The person Li Lai wants to kill is not you at all! Nor An Tang!"

Brother Chuan's back froze.

"If he had really planned to kill someone, he wouldn't have gone to drink so much!"

"Have you ever thought that the person he wants to kill is actually—" Daqiang didn't continue.

Because he saw Brother Chuan turn around and burst into tears.

He couldn't go on.

"It's him." Brother Chuan spoke out for him what he hadn't finished.