What happened to Isaac?

Xavier cried for nothing.

He fell asleep soon after taking painkillers, and when he woke up, he found that his soul was still in his body, and he even had the strength to get out of bed and walk around.

He was pleasantly surprised and said, "Maybe it will get better soon?" But before noon, he started to have a fever again. The high fever caused convulsions, and he would wake up from time to time. He didn't even have the strength to let Isaac out.

He was as impermanent as a child in his illness, he had to hold Isaac's hand tightly to stop his trembling, but when he saw Isaac sitting beside him when he was briefly awake, he said shyly and angrily, "Get out!" Knowing that I was crying, the tears were also very hot.

"Well, Langdon," Isaac said dejectedly, "I'm a fool and don't know what I can do for you."

His murmur was heard by Xavier.The angel hooked his palm with difficulty with his index finger: "Kill me."

Isaac agreed.

**

"You have to believe me, I will die the most."

Isaac held the hemp rope expressionlessly and said.

"Wait!" Xavier broke his voice with excitement, fearing that if he didn't speak again, Isaac was about to pull the rope, walked over and cut his fork under his armpit, and directly lifted him up and hung him up.

"What's wrong?" Isaac asked.

Xavier stuttered to explain.Ignoring his British understatement and the various pronouns he used because of his shyness, Isaac understood for a long time before he suddenly realized: Xavier felt that although he had a beautiful penis, he didn't want to see it erected when he died.

"Ok."

Isaac told Xavier not to move around here, and went to get a knife: "Is this sharpened?"

"It's open," Xavier said hesitantly, "but I seem to remember the last time Daisy accidentally cut fruit with it."

"Just as long as you haven't killed a pig," said Isaac, "close your eyes."

Xavier closed his eyes obediently, but when Isaac raised the knife expressionlessly and was about to stab him down, he suddenly opened his eyes as if he had sensed it, and was so startled that his eyes were tearing apart, he quickly held the knife. Hold his hand and yell to stop.

"Ah! Ah, I'm scared to death!" said Xavier, "You look like a butcher!"

Isaac couldn't figure out why there were so many things about Xavier.

"How is it not like a butcher?" he asked.

"Can't you look so cold," Xavier complained, "as if you hate me."

"understood."

Isaac laughed wildly and raised the knife——

Xavier fell off the bed.

**

After a while, Isaac proposed all the ways to die, but Xavier yelled and refused.Finally, Xavier figured out a way himself.

"Well, I'll take some sleeping pills," he said, "you can do it after I fall asleep."

"Okay." Isaac was terribly tossed back and forth, but he still took the medicine bottle and put it on the bedside without any complaints, and poured a glass of warm water for Xavier to swallow.

While waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect, Isaac lay down on the bed, and the two of them leaned side by side, chatting in vain.

Isaac held Xavier's hand, squeezed his fingers one by one, and asked casually, "Have you ever been married?"

"Barely," Xavier said.

Because Isaac didn't speak, he thought for a while before adding belatedly: "Are you jealous? It was almost 300 years ago. I remember that she was much older than me, and she was not bad to me, I don't Hate her. So if you have to get married, it's her."

Isaac snorted and asked, "What do you mean by a little bit?"

"Because I'm dead, fool," said Xavier, "cholera, that sickness that makes you spit green, and my goddam old drunkard got away with it because he drank every day. When I died, he Drunk again, only my sister came to see me once. She's too young to know..."

Xavier will not forget the last scene he saw when he passed away.A wooden door that had been in disrepair for a long time, the door squeaked when the hinge was turned, and the little girl struggled to stand on tiptoe to hold the doorknob and walked into the room.The room was dark and musty, with empty medicine bottles lying on the floor, a few buttons in a puddle of water, newspaper corners on the old wooden table, and a patched shirt on the lame chair.

There was a person lying on the bed, she tucked him in the quilt, and went out lightly.Outside the door, a man asked something vaguely, and she said:

"Langdon is asleep."

A ray of dusty sunlight passed through the cracks in the curtains, and flies landed on the lips of the man on the bed, buzzing.A long silence followed.

……

"After she went out, I saw the Angel of Death standing by my bed—I saw him when I was very young. Actually, I should have died a long time ago, but I just happened to be pushed by an Angel of Death who was passing by. .”

"An angel?" Isaac asked.

"Well," Xavier began to become dull, "that capable angel, he looked like a man from the back, and I never saw him again. But I don't know who took care of the little bastard who bullied me; my dad I was drunk and beat me with a stick, but I fell on the ground. I proposed to the daughter of the neighbor next door. At that time, I only had enough money to buy a bouquet of flowers-but that morning, I saw a silver ring on the window sill before I went out. .”

"What kind of ring?" Isaac asked.

Xavier didn't answer him.He fell into his own memories: "Eight years old, when I was rescued from under the carriage, I was carrying someone else's wallet. I was a nobody, no money, no education, no talent, only those who were as poor as my father The daughter of someone from a good family can like me. If there is no cholera, I will just grow old in the ordinary way, pick someone to marry and have a bunch of children; Looking at his face, he dared to laugh a few times after he died. I am nothing, does he know? Am I letting him down?... Alas! Isaac, I have a headache."

Sighing the last word, Xavier stopped talking.He closed his eyes and fell into the drowsiness brought on by the drug, his brows were still frowning, but there were no convulsions, cold sweats and convulsions, and he had a rare peace during this period.

Isaac had a lot more to say—he said nothing.

Since Xavier fell ill, he has become unkempt, not only has long hair, but also a shaggy beard, and his green eyes are always half-closed, not very bright, like a down-and-out poet.He did have a lot of illegible poems in his belly, like it's raining again in London, it's raining again in London, it's raining again in London.It was a sunny day outside the window today.

Isaac wiped Xavier's face carefully with a wet towel, put on clean clothes and lay down on the spread tarpaulin, with his hands folded in front of his stomach.His face was as white as paper, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were like dark rivers floating under the white mist.

Xavier looked stunning, even more than the best groomed, with sweaty blond hair and parched lips all belonging to Isaac.The demon's jealousy is satisfied, even if it doesn't show on the face, the tail will wag on its own.Isaac lowered his head, pried open Xavier's lips with his tongue, and kissed very deeply, as if wantonly violating this person who was between sleep and death with a kiss.At the same time, he held the knife in both hands, and the blade slowly nailed into Xavier's left chest as he leaned over.

Half a liter, one liter, two and a half liters... blood overflowed from the tarpaulin, outlining the geometric patterns of the wooden floor when it was fitted together.