Stop taking medicine, eat candy

Fu Huai's Healing Notes

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Disease number: B-II

World number: 18

Main symptom: Lu Yan wants to drink Fu Huai's blood.

Hazard class: II

Treatment: diet.

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The night in Qingcheng is never pure black, the color of the night sky is both dull and bright.

The bright color is somewhere between the reflection of pale double cherry blossoms that occasionally fall over the dam in summer and the smoky pink of old overexposed photographs.The dull color should be mixed with the sad afterglow that fell when the sun was swallowed up and cried out on the ground, and the paint was spun indiscriminately by the wind, and it was rubbed on the sky perfunctorily to block those idle people from going up. Peeping eyes.

Even the least popular painters should know how to make use of their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, but nature puts its own shortcomings in front of the world, and is unwilling to spend an iota of effort to cover up its lameness, which is precisely its greatness.

Lu Yan wrapped his coat tightly and shivered in the cold wind. Although he was extremely reluctant to go out on such a cold winter day, there was nothing he could do.

Because he is hungry.

When a hungry man wants to eat, there is no legitimate reason for stopping him.

He sniffed and keenly caught the silky fragrance from it.The big bright red marketing sign in the supermarket reminded him that today is the last day of the lunar calendar this year.And he wondered why he hadn't noticed it on the calendar before.

Maybe it's because he's hungry.

He never had the brains to think about these things when he was hungry.

Lu Yan sucked the little finger of his right hand and tasted the salty smell of blood.

The taste of the new year is like splashing ink from north to south, and what finally spread to Lu Yan's side were the crooked blessing characters on the door and various promotional activities that only seemed to be super cost-effective.

For Lu Yan, when the sound of firecrackers gradually disappeared from the city, the people around him gradually drifted away from him.The flying red confetti was cleaned up and swept into the trash can, the ashes floated down, and people walked up.The festival of New Year has long been swept into the trash can in Lu Yan's head, and now that his master has unintentionally dug it out, even though the bright red color is as bright as new, it is still full of disgusting decay.

But then the scent became more intense.

The fragrance came from all directions, almost everywhere, and rushed towards Lu Yan, exploding.He fiddled with Lu Yan's olfactory cells recklessly, making them vibrate sensitively in the fragrance as if they had just been created by God the previous moment.

Lu Yan's stomach almost twitched.

He stuffed that finger into his mouth again, sucking on the solidified wound more than anything, longing for some more blood to quench his thirst.

In a gloomy alley, Lu Yan stopped in his tracks, and the scent from his nose led him here.

At first glance, the place looked empty—but Lu Yan knew it was not.

Lifting off a tattered plastic film with red letters on it, he twirled the knife in his pocket and put it down.Because the person lying there now is obviously not worthy of him doing it again.

He looked at the not-so-shallow wound on his chest, and tried to figure out the length of the murder weapon.Lu Yan finally came to the conclusion that it was not fatal. He picked up the phone and wanted to call 120, but was knocked out by a hand.

Lu Yan lowered his head and met a pair of long, narrow and cold eyes like beasts.

"Do you want to die? I'm just calling an ambulance for you." Lu Yan took a sharp step back.

The man opened his eyes and looked at him, as if judging his harmlessness, he closed his eyes lazily.The dangerous aura at that moment seemed to be just Lu Yan's illusion.

For a long time, he didn't speak.

Lu Yan kept a close distance from him, allowing himself to see him, but not too close so that his life was always under the control of that person.

After all, even if he was injured, it didn't look like the man had much trouble breaking his neck.

"Hey, who are you?" Lu Yan asked.

Just when Lu Yan thought he was dumb, the man spoke.The voice was unexpectedly low and sweet, and could even be called frivolous.

This actually made Lu Yan a little frustrated. He had guessed that his voice would be hoarse and unpleasant.

"The question of who I am seems to have nothing to do with you."

"I want to know, can't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not used to giving names to people I don't know."

"How about making an exception? It's Chinese New Year."

"So it's Chinese New Year today."

"So it's the same if you're not used to calling an ambulance?"

"..."

Lu Yanqing coughed twice, feeling that the aroma was getting stronger, he had to work hard to control his desire to pounce on it immediately.

Pica is not a rare disease, even if the food Lu Yan craves is blood.But since the first time he dipped his index finger in the viscous and gaudy liquid next to the broken blood bag, he never thought that someone could arouse his ecstasy so easily in a quarter of his life. desire.

all his desires.

"You're stupid, you can say a fake name."

"You can call me Fu Huai."

"???"

"Do you like the name?"

"Fu Huai."

Lu Yan tilted his head to look at him, and made a fisting motion.

"Are you telling the truth now?"

"I never lie to pretty people."

"Then you think I look good?"

Fu Huai nodded.

Lu Yan took off his mask and threw it on his face.

"now what?"

"Better...prettier." Fu Huai bit the mask.He laughed, and there were two wrinkles on the bridge of his tall and cold nose, which made his dangerous temperament hidden under his handsome and deceptive appearance.

"I don't believe you, you liar."

The light of the street lamps made the bright sky pale.The sky is everywhere, but the street lights are not, at least not for now.

"I said I wouldn't lie to good-looking people."

"Then if you think I'm not good-looking, you've been lying to me before."

Fu Huai thought for a while and said, "You're right, but I didn't lie to you."

"I need to be a little more cautious."

Relying on the weak light, Lu Yan peeked at his tall nose, eyes darker than the night, the blood flowing from his chest, and the blood-soaked clothes.

Was Fu Huai's clothes originally black?

He swallowed.

The New Year's bell is ringing in the distance.

The sound was both distant and empty, as if it came to them from another time and space, separated by countless time, space and years, and pushed away by many crowded crowds.

"Happy New Year." Lu Yan looked up at the sky, but there were no fireworks as imagined.

"Happy New Year." Fu Huai moved his body with his hands and raised his head.

"Did you see it? It's there."

"What?" Fu Huai asked.

Lu Yan took advantage of him to raise his head and kissed him on the cheek, but when he wanted to leave, he was caught by a hand.

"You're hot."

Lu Yan took advantage of the situation and lay beside him, hugging the people around him tightly according to his own will. His movements were extremely natural, as if they were a pair of infinitely intimate lovers.The ground was cold to the bone, and the damp breath soaked into his bones, which also brought him closer to Fu Huai.

"Do you wish me dead?"

"I don't want it anymore. It's too tragic for a person to die on New Year's Eve."

"Let them talk, and who says I'm alone?" Fu Huai leaned his head on his shoulder and slowly closed his eyes.

Lu Yan took out a handful of military thorns from his side waist and raised his eyebrows.

Fu Huai responded by throwing the fruit knife in his pocket on the ground.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Fu Huai asked.

"As long as you don't put poison on your lips." Lu Yan rolled over Fu Huai, leaned down and sucked his lips.

The sound of sticky water gradually sounded, and Fu Huai raised his head, blood gushing out from the solidified wound on his chest following his movements.

Lu Yan stretched out a finger to press Fu Huai's lips numbly, and spoke in a low voice.

"Shh, don't move. You can eat later."

His body slowly moved to Fu Huai's chest and put his arms around his waist.

"Let me taste it first..."

……

After that night, both of them were very satisfied, it can be said that the host and guest had a good time.

A momentary distraction is nothing to Lu Yan, but bringing him home is completely different.

"Raise your arms a little higher," Lu Yan ordered.

Fu Huai raised his arm obediently, allowing him to put a bandage on his chest.

"It's ugly." He complained softly.

Lu Yan ignored him, pulled the strap hard and finally tied a bow.

"What a ruthless man."

The sky was white, and it looked like a sunny day.

At this time, it was 04:30 in the morning, when he was going to sleep or stay up, Lu Yan dragged his slippers to cook.

"I want to eat noodles." Fu Huaiwo lazily said while watching TV on the sofa.

"No face." Lu Yan yelled at him.

I shouldn't have brought back this troublesome looking person.

There was something rustling in the corner, and the sound of the TV was noisy.

The light in the kitchen was broken. He fumbled to find the natural gas switch, but stepped on something under his feet.When I slipped, my head hit the kitchen cabinet.

Half an hour later, the two sat at the table.Lu Yan smeared the potion on his head, and ate the dumplings from Fu Huai with a bowl dipped in vinegar.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Huai took one from his bowl.

Lu Yan stared at him, and bit the dumpling hard, as if he was biting his flesh.

"Does it taste different?"

"What's the difference?"

"The taste of love."

Lu Yan made a retching motion.

"This is the dumpling I bought."

"I cooked this, and if I hadn't been there just now, you would have become the person in the news photo at home who died suddenly on the first day of the new year."

"It's not that I asked you to come back with me! And if it wasn't for you to cook dumplings, I wouldn't be like this!"

"If you had a little bit of compassion, you wouldn't have a poor homeless man on the street alone on New Year's Eve, especially with a serious injury."

"Of course I sympathize with him, so I had a blast with him, which made him feel the warmth of spring."

"If you say that, you've sucked all the blood out of me, little vampire."

"Lie, your breasts are still there."

The two looked at each other silently, as if they suddenly realized that this kind of quarrel was meaningless other than embarrassing each other, so they stopped talking at the same time, and started eating dumplings with a bowl.

Food is always the source of corruption. Human beings, like leeches, will fall asleep when they are full.

When Lu Yan closed the door, he warned Fu Huai.

"If I see you again when I wake up, don't blame me and call the police."

"I will call 110 myself." Fu Huai retorted.

"Don't forget to wash the dishes!"

"..."

When Lu Yan opened his eyes again, the room was really empty.The kitchen was tidied up, the dishes glistened on the shelves, and even the broken kitchen light was replaced.

Lu Yan took a deep breath, the window was half open, and there was a smell of lemon air freshener he bought in the air.

Everything was so beautiful, and a feeling of full joy filled his heart.

He licked his lips, remembering last night's dinner.

Fu Huai's taste is very mellow, like high-strength apricot wine. It was spicy at the beginning, and the burning feeling filled his brain at that moment, overwhelming all his other emotions.Then the spicy taste receded as quickly as sea water, replaced by a unique aftertaste, delicately rubbing all the taste buds and sensory cells, replacing their tissue fluid with his blood. .

When he sucked the first mouthful of blood, the frenzied feeling almost made him cry.

He may never have the chance to taste that delicious blood again.

Thinking of this, he actually felt infinite regret.That feeling even overshadowed his joy just now.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

This matter was normal on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but it was not for Lu Yan, a loner.

Lu Yan leaned into the cat's eye and looked out vigilantly.

Standing at the door, Fu Huai seemed to know he was there, and waved at him, holding a heavy-looking supermarket bag in the other hand.

"Happy New Year." Snow fell on him. "Am I the first?"

……

"So why did I open the door then?"

Lu Yan couldn't remember how many times he had asked this question, but in the end he still blamed it on the seductive beauty.

"It's all because I was too young to see through your illusion!" He said angrily.

"So it's still my fault."

"if not?"

"...What are you having for New Year's Eve dinner this year?"

"Is it okay to increase the amount of Maoxuewang?"

"Ah."

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World No. 18, the treatment is complete.