Midsummer Night's Ashes

gray of night

02

I am an adventurous person. I used to like to take risks and explore all unknown things. Only later did I realize that no matter how mysterious those things are, they are not as exciting as "people".

In the whole world, the most elusive thing is the unpredictable human heart, and no mysterious valley can compare to this.

Therefore, my union with Lou Wei is also an adventure. In the face of a man who only knows his appearance or even his name, I can maintain the excitement and anticipation that I haven't seen for a long time.

I am not a person who is very accurate in judging people. Of course, to be precise, I will not deliberately dig out what kind of person I am facing.

I want to experience, to experience, to be loved or hurt in the moment of getting along.

Going through every minute without thinking is more fun than being in control.

It was as if I was intoxicated by the wonderful feeling Lou Wei brought, which I had never experienced before, and no one made me so happy.

Soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, he fell into the bottom of the sea again.

Wrapped in wet and sticky vines, from ankle to neck.

Even the feeling of suffocation is unstoppable.

He put a cherry into my mouth.

Then he said to me, "Would you like to stay with me?"

I know it sounds sloppy and crazy, because every time I tell someone how we got together, they're like, "That's so sudden!"

But it's exciting, isn't it?

It's like holding a sharp knife across the skin, you will be nervous and afraid that it will hurt you, but at the same time, you will have a faint expectation.

After all, no one could resist the combination of bright red blood and fair skin.

My answer to him at that time was: "Unless you move in with me."

You know, I've been looking for someone who can live with me, and who won't commit suicide every now and then.

Three days before I sent out the invitation to Lou Wei, the boy who used to live with me cut his wrist, which made the bathroom of my house smell like blood. This was the third time before the arrival of that summer.

The third person who died in front of me.

I bought this house. For a long time, I couldn't find a suitable love partner, and I didn't want to live alone, so I rented out the second bedroom of my house to someone who made me feel happy after seeing it.

In the beginning, she was a female high school student. She was obviously very well-behaved, but she racked her brains to make herself look rebellious.

She knocked on my door wearing a school uniform, with colored pens on the school uniform with skulls and even a cigarette dangling from her mouth.

I let her live in without even charging rent.

After she lived here, she cried every night. The crying sound came from her closed door. At first, there was some whimpering, and then there was a roar full of fear.

It was so noisy that I couldn't sleep well.

I was originally a person with poor sleep quality. During the few days when she moved in, I could barely close my eyes at night, so I had to go to the company to take a nap the next day to catch up on sleep, which made me very annoyed.

After a week of her going on like this, I decided to kick her out.

When I came back from get off work, I saw her dirty canvas shoes at the door when I opened the door. I knew she was at home, so I went straight to her bedroom, knocked on the door, and told her to move out immediately.

As a result, no one came to open the door of her room, and there was the sound of rushing water from the bathroom.

I know, I'm not supposed to go in when a girl is showering, but the water that's overflowing from the bathroom door is red, shouldn't I be in?

Anyway, she was the first to commit suicide by cutting her wrists in my house.

The second one is an old man. The reason why I am willing to let an old man live in is that at least he will not cry in the middle of the night. I need company and quiet.

Unexpectedly, he really couldn't cry, but he kept talking, like chanting scriptures, each word was glued to the next, and I couldn't even hear what he said.

He annoys me too.

He also slit his wrists and died in my bathtub the day I decided to kick him out.

Then there is the third one, the boy.

That boy plays mobile QQ every day, no matter the time or place, my sofa, dining table, and balcony are all his spots.

I couldn't bear it anymore and said to him, "Go or die."

Then he died.

It's bizarre, I know, but it's real, the real deal.

My bathtub has been stained with the blood of three people, and I don't dare to use it myself.

But it doesn't matter now, Lou Wei is here.

We had sex in the bathtub, and I told him that people died in the bathtub. Not only was he not afraid, but he moved and said, "Isn't that more exciting?"

Look, he's the man I'm looking for.

The only one who must also be with me.