Belly Trojan

It was like the wedding scene in his dream.Or, like the fairy tale my sister described to him: the bride always wears a white veil, is carried out by a handsome partner from a luxurious car, surrounded by a crowd of blessings, flashing lights and applause, every There are smiles on Zhang's face.

The car is indeed a luxury car, and the onlookers are enthusiastic enough; but now, his face is covered with layers of gauze, swollen and bruised, and he is too ugly to see people from the beating. Jin Linzi took off his coat to block it for him. On the head, although he really hugged him out of the car, but he was doing business with abstinence, not like getting married, but looking after a prisoner with limited mobility.

But in the dream situation, everything becomes dreamy and beautiful under the hazy virtual image.Sitting in the wedding car in the dream was my elder sister. She was wearing a long white gauze dress, her hair was coiled up in layers, and the pearl headband set off her temples.She smiled very beautifully, like pearls and jade, and it was she who opened the car door, shoulders lowered, letting her smile imprint on the side of her face, her white arms wrapped around her neck. 'I will be my sister's groom, and no one can bully you from now on. ' he heard himself say, with his arms resting on the crook of his leg, and his sister was as light as a feather made of gauze.The flashing lights formed a blinding sea of ​​light, and only cheers, applause and whistles could be heard.Sister, you wait for me.When I grow up, I will marry my sister and I will protect you.I will give you such a wedding, and I will be the person in your dream.

"No, Ayan," my sister said softly, touching his little face, "No. '

'Ayan also has the person in Ayan's dream, go find her, at that time, give her such a wedding, cherish her.Don't let the tragedy of my sister happen to her again. '

The thick foundation on her face cracked and peeled off like caked spots, revealing the bruised and grayed face underneath.Her neck began to wither, her arms began to rot, and a frothy pus formed under the coating of her tongue.They opened her belly, sighed, and shook their heads anticipating that. 'In the advanced stage of Myers' disease, the entire reproductive system is rotten into pus. ...ah, she's still pregnant, what a pity...and the child...'

Ling Yanzhi looked at the screen, which was full of numerical curves that he couldn't understand at that time, all glowing with a dangerous red light.Myers' disease is a serious fourth-grade infection. Although only women can be infected at present, no one can guarantee whether it will suddenly mutate and infect men.On the screen, men in protective suits were busy around her body that remained in the world, and the cousin who lived far away took Ling Yanzhi to see her for the last time.It can only be seen on the screen in the isolation room. After that, she will be sent directly to the high-temperature incinerator to prevent the virus from reinfecting.

My sister died.

The man's child also died at last.Not a pity at all, he thought all of a sudden, viciously, that was probably the only good thing about all this crazy derailment.

He turned his head and glanced at the color ultrasound in a strange way.There has always been a hazy phantom above it, and the boundary that originally belonged to the uterus can hardly be seen.But he suddenly saw that there seemed to be a small hand, which seemed to have just grown five fingers, and a corner emerged from the pus, blood and festered tissue during the churning of the instrument's detection.It was like a devil's claw, a curse growing from the blood, imprinted directly into the bottom of his heart, screaming and scratching endlessly with a crying voice.

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But now, the wheel of life is turned upside down, and strange things happen, and everything seems to be cursed by that devil's claw.Instead of becoming a groom, he became more and more like walking on the old path of his older sister; sometimes looking at the mirror, he felt that even his appearance was becoming more and more similar to his older sister.When he grew his hair long, he subconsciously imitated his sister's original hairstyle, making the ends of the hair on both sides slightly curved, and leaving a seemingly random lock on the sideburns when he braided it.But now, even the bruises on his face are exactly the same as when his sister returned home back then.He seemed to have completely become an elder sister, being hugged obediently from the car, enjoying the envious and jealous eyes of the people around him, he easily spent his whole life by mistake.

Suddenly, with a bang, the windbreaker on top of his head was lifted, as if the hood had been lifted suddenly, and the surrounding light pierced into his eyes. "You didn't cry inside, did you?" Jin Linzi asked with disgust, he rolled up the expensive windbreaker and threw it into the trash can.

"I didn't cry." Ling Yanzhi defended, but Jin Linzi ignored him, "You haven't washed your hair for a few days? It's so dirty. Did you change your clothes when you came back from the detention center?... A special care ward was opened for you, Everything has been moved, I have someone call your volunteer here, let him take you to disinfect..." He frowned, looked around himself, "Anyway, I have to throw away all my clothes."

"That's really sorry for you." Ling Yanzhi muttered, and he subconsciously sniffed himself.It does seem to be... not very pleasant.But there was a faint smell of cologne, mixed with the smell of hospital disinfectant.That's the smell of golden scales.

"It's just a suit of clothes."

"Are you serious?"

"Clothes? No need, I have dozens of the same style."

"I mean, you think I can do it? Why? I don't have the experience."

Jin Linzi looked at him.

"You're an OMEGA."

"I'm an OMEGA, obviously, huh?"

"So you care too much about what you have lost, but you don't know what you have." Jin Linzi pointed to the window in his office area. You can see the crowd huddled together underneath who are unwilling to leave for a long time. "Do you know what they're waiting for?"

"Wait for a hot topic, an explosive news?"

"Then give them a topic, a piece of news."

Ling Yanzhi looked at the dark heads of those people for a while, and Jin Linzi's assistant came to report that Zhang Chenhui had come to pick him up, but Jin Linzi had long since disappeared. Ling Yanzhi asked, and his assistant pointed to a direction for him to see. Surrounded by the transparent glass curtain wall of the dark light laboratory, Jin Linzi was concentrating on something, and the arc of the glass refracted light slightly dragged and deformed his figure with his head slightly forward; he was also inside the glass cover.This momentary dislocation reminded him of Fan Shu, like an insignificant but unique common ground.

He suddenly said to the assistant: "Please wait a moment." He walked back to the position just now with a cane, opened the trash can with his legs on his legs, picked up the white windbreaker that Jin Scale had lost, and patted him in the assistant's horrified eyes. He patted the dirty stains, smiled and rolled up the clothes. "I'll wash it up."

"Uh," the assistant said with difficulty, "You...you really don't need to do this. Academician Jin has a relatively serious cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder. He won't use things that have been soiled..."

"I know he doesn't want it anymore, so who said I'll return it to him?" Ling Yanzhi didn't mind, "Since he doesn't want it anymore, it doesn't matter if I pick it up?"

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Standing at the door, Zhang Chenhui paced back and forth in circles, pushing a wheelchair in a single circle. When he saw Ling Yanzhi coming out, he was startled, then his eyes lit up, and he almost trotted towards him, like a puppy begging for food. . "You, you, you, you are back! What happened? I went to the detention center to pick you up, but they said you were released early? I thought I missed it on the way, and I found it all the way back. Seeing that you are not in the hospital, I was scared to death. I'm going to call the police, you know?" He involuntarily took Ling Yanzhi's arm, grabbed his crutches, and wanted to help him sit on the wheelchair, "I hurried back and forced the group of people to ask questions, faltering I said you were picked up by a group of people two days ago? I was so scared that I thought you were abducted by bad guys... Are you still laughing? You touch my clothes, I'm sweaty for hours It's dry again, and now it's covered with salt, and I'm going to have a heartbeat..."

Ling Yanzhi squinted his eyes and smiled, the pain at the corner of his eye twitched, "Are you so worried about me?"

"Is that something to worry about?! Do you know how dangerous it is for OMEGA to disappear alone? There are piles of files in our place, and the chance of being raped..." He flattened his mouth and stopped talking.After a second, I couldn't help but ask again: "How do you know that Jinlinzi? That's that 'Golden Linzi'! When he brought you back, the outside media exploded..."

"I'm so sleepy," Ling Yanzhi narrowed his eyes listening to his croaking voice, "I haven't slept all day."

"Go back to the hospital bed and sleep, put some medicine on your face before going to bed," Zhang Chenhui said hurriedly, even his voice was lowered, "What's wrong with your face, did you get it in the detention center? Who beat you? Is there anything else?" Injured elsewhere?"

Ling Yanzhi felt that he had lost his strength, and when he sat in the wheelchair, he had already lost consciousness, and was almost carried to the hospital bed by him.The gauze on his face was finally lifted. Zhang Chenhui seemed to have become a nurse without a teacher. He familiarly applied medicine and hot compresses for him. What: "Did your husband beat you?" When he thought about it, the only one who could pick him up from the detention center early was Fan Shu, who was his Alpha.

Ling Yanzhi didn't answer, Zhang Chenhui looked up after waiting for a while, and found that he had fallen asleep.He looked at it for a while, and felt that he was going to die: the face was like a pig's head, and he actually thought he was pretty with his mouth drooling open.That kind of fragile beauty is like a life-or-death animal that you can pinch in the palm of your hand. When it puts away its fangs and trusts you, it feels the most fulfilling.

My heart is itchy everywhere, like the spring breeze blowing spring grass, and the sharp buds scratching my palm when I stroke it.He also liked people before, but now he can't remember what he looked like, he only remembers that his name seems to be Xiao Xin.At that time, a group always had to explain their "goals" to each other, otherwise they would appear to be out of group.He picked a 'woman' who everyone thought was good and not too conspicuous, and it would not be embarrassing or embarrassing to say it.Later, Xiaoxin seemed to have heard from someone that he liked 'her', and sometimes she would deliberately look towards him, smile when her eyes met, and turn away quickly.

It feels good, like I am always being watched, cared about, and remembered; I am also cared about.That gives one a sense of fullness, a sense of complacency.But he didn't dare to act rashly; he didn't even speak a few words to the other party.But they passed notes in class, and when they were bored in class, they secretly took pictures of Xiao Xin's sleeping profile from a distance, and then used their fingers to trace the flat outline and virtual lips on the screen.He was thinking, youthful, and restless; planning to confess, possess, and planning many more things than that.

Everything ended when Xiaoxin sent a note: ask him to meet at night in the grove behind the playground.Holding the note, his heart was beating wildly. Although he felt that it would be embarrassing for the 'woman' to lead the date, he couldn't care less.When the time came, he couldn't wait to rush to the appointed place; but the scene he saw made his blood flow backwards and his hairs stood on end: several senior students were pressing Xiao Xin against a tree and taking off their pants.They took turns pressing the 'woman''s hand, almost laughing loudly as they did their work.The sobbing came from the laughter, like the last breath of a dying animal.

His feet seemed to be stuck on the ground, and he could neither move forward nor retreat.Those senior students turned their heads and saw him standing there motionless, snorting unscrupulously: 'What are you looking at? !Is it your woman? '

The boy's desperate and dry eyes penetrated from the several figures covering his body, like a sharp sword passing through countless bodies.He stared at Zhang Chenhui fixedly, as if waiting for him to answer, moved his lips, the silent mouth shape seemed to say 'help me'.But after not hearing an answer for a long time, he finally slowly turned his gaze elsewhere, as if he never existed, and he himself did not exist, and what remained in place was just an abandoned body; Zhang Chenhui I don't know what happened after that, I just remember the darkness in front of my eyes, and the noise of my hurried footsteps stepping on the dead branches.

The next day, Xiaoxin still came to class on time, chatted with friends on time, and raised his hand to answer on time. His school uniform was zipped up to the top, covering his entire neck.He just never smiled at him again, and even looked at him once more, and the note he stuck in the book disappeared inexplicably.Zhang Chenhui never told others about his favorite person, never mentioned that there was a person named Xiaoxin.

Today, he suddenly remembered inexplicably, he stopped applying the medicine, and when he carefully leaned over to kiss those two thin lips, he thought, yes, Xiao Xin also has this faint smell, even vaguely caught in it. In the note he handed over, I sniffed it carefully by myself close to my nose;

It turned out to be the smell of anti-bruising medicine.