Confessions of S

The author has something to say: Well, this piece of real talk

Now it doesn't look like a particularly good omen, because the sea wolf ends up dead.

But at that time, Mu Cha didn't know, he just felt as if he had a dream, and had an incredible discussion with an impossible person.Then, as if a child was having fun, he stretched out his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and put it on Lu Wen's lips... This action made Lu Wen tremble all over, and Lu Wen was almost caught by this gesture. The undisguised molestation made him faint; but before he jumped up and kicked up, he heard the nerd on the top of his head ask with a sick smile:

"Do you want beef?"

what?

The next sentence is: "If you don't want it, do you want beef soup?"

"..." Lu Wen realized that this was a line from the novel.

At the end of the novel, the sea wolf has almost lost all senses except hearing, and can't even move his fingers, only his consciousness is still clear.This is how the writer puts his fingers on his lips and communicates with him by the draft there and the quivering of the lips.

He could have opened his mouth and snapped off his fingers.But he didn't know whether he was sick or was affected by the rare enthusiasm of young people, Lu Wen rolled his eyes and stared at Mu Cha like an idiot, and actually played with him.

"Do you still feel cold now?"

Move your lips slightly: yes.

"Is it still a little uncomfortable?"

Yes.

"Are you hungry? Want to eat?"

No.

"Even if I say you have to eat it, won't you eat it?"

Yes.

"Absolutely not?"

Yes.

Mu Cha held back her laughter, brushed her knees, and stood up.

In the end, I really made beef soup for the other party - red wine stew; although it is so stupid that it can be extremely inexperienced, either when the beef falls to the floor when it is cut, it bounces or mixes basil leaves with ordinary spices; and Lu Wen has a fever Burned until the taste was bland in the mouth, even the rich juice of red wine onion was tasteless, and in the end, I only ate some potatoes and soup.

But he still felt the burning of the alcohol in his stomach, and his tongue seemed to be shortened; the hot, soft, and life-like sense of security continued to drill into his bones—"Don't, don't, what the hell are you doing?" I—stop for a while!"

Lu Wen was stunned and almost shouted out.

"What did you say?" The young man above his head asked curiously. Lu Wen's face was a little hot, and he fumbled "nothing" in an attempt to get away with it. He raised his elbows as if he was angry with himself, and was trying to stand upright—— —Suddenly, he was grabbed by the wrist.

"What the hell are you doing—" Before the words came out, the young man had already pulled him up with all his strength.

Face to face, eyes to eyes - the creases of the other party's crimson neckline and the golden pen card exposed in the left breast pocket are all printed in the bottom of his eyes - Lu Wen didn't spit out a breath, and choked back directly; but the young man just looked at it normally Glancing at him, she stood up from the bed.

"Hey, let me tell you, you also write novels, right?" As if unwilling to be left behind like this, Lu Wen stared at his back and asked.

"What kind of novel? Love? Reasoning? Hmm... science fiction?"

"..." Mu Cha was speechless, he didn't look at Lu Wen.This person, let's say he is dull...it is impossible for anyone to be more dull than him, let's say he is sensitive, and he is so sensitive in some strange places.

"Neither of them?" Lu Wen guessed not too seriously, and came to a conclusion not too seriously.

No, terribly sensitive.

Mu Cha didn't answer. He opened the bookcase beside the bed, ran his fingers across the spine of the book and pulled out a magazine. With a stroke of his thumb, he opened it to the desired page number. It was obvious that he had read it many times:

"Want to read?"

he asked nonchalantly.

"what?"

"My novel."

Lu Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, squinted his eyes and looked at the title of the article in the headline.

Doomsday good dog?

"Do you want to read it?" asked again.

"Don't read it." Lu Wen said.

"..." Mu Cha nodded, "That's right." Without even a pause, he stuffed the book back with a bang—"Reading is so tiring, please read it to me"—it didn't come to fruition After the other party gasped for the half-sentence and waited behind, Mu Cha's hand stopped on the bookshelf, and he couldn't help but pull it out, but if he really pulled it out, it would seem too "obedient"—he laughed angrily, no Looking back, I also know that the person behind is a face of how to succeed.

As a result, three percent were reading stories and seven percent were telling stories.Lu Mucha handed him a cup of boiling water, and the magazine was spread out on his lap, as if he was visiting a sick person.The curtains are partly drawn, and the scales of sunlight dance like through the wings of a butterfly.

Halfway through the story, the man nodded and stretched his waist slightly.Mu Cha turned her head sideways, seeing him like this, and didn't want to ask him for his opinion, while silently closing the book under her hands, and throwing it aside not very cherishingly.

Lu Wen didn't know what he was thinking, and he "uh" over there for a while, then suddenly said:

"Do you have talent?"

Mu Cha was taken aback, and instinctively avoided the other party's straightforward eyes.

Wei Wei snorted from his nose, Lu Wen didn't let him hide, reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled his face back: "Are you talented?" He asked again. "A talent for writing?"

"I..." How can I ask such a question.

"Have it?"

"Probably, yes."

"Tsk," Lu Wen said, "I'll ask again, do you have talent?"

"Yes." Mu Cha was a little annoyed, and the word was forced out of his mouth unconsciously.

"Then wait until you...you..." Lu Wenka finished his words, but the weight in his tone didn't decrease in the slightest—wait until I become famous?Consummation of merit?Mu Cha thought.

"—Wait until the day you shine, and then read the rest to me!"

"Lu Wen," Mu Cha sighed, "it's not possible to 'sparkle' with talent in this world." He didn't want to teach this guy a lesson, telling him how his editor asked him to adjust to "ambiguous" again and again The relationship between the male characters in his novels, and how he sent links to the "gifts" he wanted to send to his email again and again before the manuscript was published.

"En." To Mu Cha's surprise, Lu Wen nodded quite seriously.Turning his face slightly, he seemed to take what he said for granted—"So?"

"?"

"The world is not that simple, I know, so what happened?"

"..."

"Let me tell you, you're just thinking about it every day...is that what you're thinking about? ——How bad is this world?" Lu Wenpai sighed dismally, thinking that it was because of this reason that he suffered so much recently. Hit, I think it's not worth it! "Listen," he said, "you think the world sucks a little bit, and that's because the world sucks."

"Knowledge, talent, brains, money—you obviously have everything, even if you want to play others to death, you just play it... just a little bit different from what you think, just like the whole world is sorry for you Looks like, motherfucker really owes it to you, isn't it you?"

"...you're not me, you won't understand."

"That's right, I'm not you," Lu Wen rolled his eyes to the sky as he kicked his legs; if he could vomit out impatiently, he must have already vomited, right now, this second: "If I It's your words... Oh, fuck me," secretly thumping the bed with his hands tied together, feeling that it's really impossible to choose words and sentences, and can't express anything! ——This kid complains that the exam is coming soon but doesn’t study, complains that the progress of the novel is not satisfactory but doesn’t write, either sits hands or looks at the sky, either ponders the east or the west—to follow Lu Wen’s practice, don’t talk to him a word Su directly punched him in the nose—everything was fixed!

——But Lu Wen is not allowed to do that under various circumstances. "I said you," he could only squeeze out word by word in a forbearance, irritability--"doing nothing, sitting stupidly, of course the more you think about it, the more painful it is! Reading, writing, even ——" He closed his eyes like a pain reflex, before Lu Wen could say "Even if you torture me"—"...Anyway, do something! If it's painful, don't even think about it. If I were you, think of nothing, just do it now - so I won't regret it tomorrow!"

"..."

Mu Cha looked at the man, and the other looked directly at him.The eyes are very horizontal, serious and stubborn, without turning a corner.

How could there be someone in this world whose eyes are so clearer than a dog's?

Such beautiful eyes.No one could help but twitch the corners of their mouths knowingly, and lowered their eyes under the gaze.

It's more golden than brown.

Like a dog of doom.

I was so sympathetic, I just wanted to reach out and touch the other person's chin.

Stupid Lu Wen...

Did you know you have no tomorrow?

☆, start

just now.

"Hey, it's so fucking uncomfortable!"

"Hey, you fucking, didn't you say that, if you are disgusting and not tossing...can you kill me!"

so annoying.

Mu Cha didn't want to gag him at this time, but if he didn't do that, the other party would keep arguing with that harsh hoarse voice.

The body was lying there face down, the hands were tied behind the back and the head was slightly turned to the side.He was panting heavily, only his eyes were fixed in the direction of Mu Cha.

It's just that this appearance made him feel his heart skip a beat.

"Ethylene glycol, common blended antifreeze," Mu Cha lifted his face from between his towering fingers, turned to the computer screen, and looked straight into his eyes even though he knew the other party couldn't see: "It is said that acute poisoning Symptoms are coma and convulsions, you see, this is a courier from the same city, and it will arrive in the afternoon if you buy it in the morning, and it should be fast if you drink a bottle."

"Strangle? I don't know if I have enough strength, but I will try my best to strangle it."

"And—" Mu Cha threw the ordinary shards of glass on the floor, and the thing spun around on the tiled floor, almost stopping between Lu Wen's eyes.Blood dripped from Mu Cha's hand.

"Choose one yourself."

Startled by the crisp snapping sound, Lu Wen, who seemed to be in a daze, suddenly raised his head—the medicine bottle, rope and kitchen knife, just glanced at it casually, his pupils dilated for a moment as if struck by lightning, and then dimmed.The whole person seemed to have just been burned, and was poured out by a bucket of ice water. He trembled, inhaled, and choked again. The outline of the tape on his mouth was wrinkled. Mu Cha knelt down and helped him remove it calmly—— "Who... who the fuck wants to choose... Even if I, I die, I won't be killed by you!"

what?

His eyes flickered a few times in the air, here and there, slanted and slanted, and finally returned to Mu Cha's face:

"Hey, you can do it. Hey, it's so uncomfortable."

Tsk...! "Do you want to die or live?"

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An hour ago.

There is no hope.

The thermometer had already been lost in the violent struggle of the other party, and Mu Cha didn't know whether it would cause inhalation poisoning caused by mercury evaporation, and he could no longer care about it.

There is no need to measure the body temperature, it has already passed forty degrees.To be precise, Lu Wen's body temperature went back and forth within a range, 37, 41, 40, 37—it didn't look like a living body at all.

Mu Cha doesn't understand, but he will check.This way of heating is called relaxation fever, which is a typical symptom of sepsis.As for sepsis, the encyclopedia's medical entry makes it very clear: the mortality rate is 60.00%.

60.00%?Mu Cha didn't know.

He didn't even know that even if there was a [-]% chance of winning, Lu Wen could survive this time-but whether he could recover as well as before after experiencing extreme heat.Because he has seen it with his own eyes, when the body temperature is the highest, his throat is like a switch and he can't make any more sound--Mu Cha had to pull Lu Wen's hand away to stop him from brushing his eyes with his hands as if he was always confused. Non-existent white silk thread.

what happened.Mu Cha looked at himself in the mirror, and tried to make a smile with ease...but the person in the mirror was as stiff as a puppet in "Dead Silence", with gray eyebrows and forehead.

How can this be?When did it start to be like this?

In the beginning, I simply wanted to see him suffer and get happiness from him—isn’t that all?

Selfish right?That's right.Pure playful thinking?well said.However, she didn't want him to die.

……

It would be nice if it could hurt people without hurting people.

He will die without a doubt.

Inflammation can occur on the surface of the brain, causing meningitis, on the envelope surrounding the heart, causing pericarditis, and if in the bone marrow, causing osteomyelitis…

Mu Cha sat on the floor beside Lu Wen with his legs bent, carefully reading the popular science on the onset cycle of sepsis.

Growth, circulation, infection, gangrene.

I see.Has something rotted inside this guy...?He has no relatives, no friends, a man so stupid that even if he is treated like an animal or a toy, he doesn't know how to make a detour... Huh, I couldn't help but laugh miserably, half-seriously, half-mocking—hey, idiot Lu arts.

It's the right way to die for you.

If a doctor is called, it is impossible for Lu Wen's situation not to arouse suspicion.Wounds and scalds, scabs and then torn wounds, rope marks on his wrists... the truth is written on his body like black and white, even the most stupid people can't believe Mu Cha's defense.

Then, do you want to ruin your life for this person's life?

……No way.

It actually gave me such an idea... Mu Cha moaned like a soft moan.

How to do?

Walking out of the room where the man was lying, he opened the refrigerator. Mu Cha had already held the cold aluminum can of beer in his hand, but hesitated—he noticed that there was a white packing box in the corner of the refrigerator. With a lace pattern, "Please open it when you are alone" - it says so on the box... It was the lava cake that Mu Cha bought for Lu Wen in the embarrassing pastry shop a few days ago.Lu Wen had already started to have a fever at that time, and originally wanted to threaten and lure him when he got better, even if he was coaxed and lied to, he would have to take a bite...

——That seems like a long time ago.

Mu Cha reached out to open the box... After thinking about it for a while, she finally forgot, and finally put the beer back in place.

His forehead was pressed against the cold window.It was a hot night outside the window, and the rain was still falling mercilessly.

what to do?what to do?Looking at the night when the lights were first on, he covered his eyes and ears, hugged his whole head, and slowly squatted down.

He opened his hands and smiled miserably.

I can't cry, I've already reached this point... I can't cry.

I couldn't help laughing louder and louder, ha, ha ha.A crime like this will surely be punished.But...he didn't want him to die.