Boyfriends are crazy

"Xiao Shen, why are you wearing a turtleneck sweater all of a sudden? Your whole style has changed."

In order to cover up these weird marks on his neck, Shen Xibai rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find this gray turtleneck sweater, and barely covered it up. He suddenly heard someone notice this, and instantly made him a little guilty. flustered.

"Ah, yes, just try." Shen Xibai laughed dryly, a little embarrassed.

After finishing speaking, he subconsciously touched the back of his head with his hands, and the roots of his ears were also a little red.

The person who simply asked was unintentional and didn't care too much. The two of them managed to fool the past after a few casual chatters.

Shen Xibai breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Xibai sat down at his desk, ready to continue devoting himself to his work.

"Ding," Shen Xibai skillfully picked up the phone, "Hi, hello, may I help you?"

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and then the sound of "sizzling" electricity and a slightly short breathing sound came from the other end of the phone.

Shen Xibai paused, not knowing if it was due to professional ethics, he changed the way of asking, and asked again, "How is the weather today?"

Like an old friend, the tone is very relaxed, and it will not give people too much burden.

The panting on the other end of the phone became thicker, paused for a while, hoarse, and the voice was almost inaudible, "It's raining, I don't feel very good."

Shen Xibai quickly had a preliminary judgment on the person on the other end of the phone.

Female, estimated age between 15 and 35.

"Would you like to chat with me?" Shen Xibai continued step by step, trying to make the other party trust him more, and make it easier for the other party to show a new voice to him.

"I'm a little tired..." The voice on the other end of the phone sounded very weak, even weak.

Shen Xibai rang the alarm and immediately asked, "Where are you now?"

There was another moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and there was no answer.

Shen Xibai's uneasiness became more and more intense, he tried to calm himself down, and asked cautiously, "What else do you want to tell me? Would you like to talk to me?"

"... Is homosexuality wrong?" The voice on the other end of the phone became weaker and weaker.

Shen Xibai thumped slightly, his brows twitched, this question was never in doubt, "Of course there is nothing wrong."

The girl on the other end of the phone paused, "It would be great if everyone felt that way..."

Shen Xibai's uneasiness became more and more intense, and he tried his best to start routine information, and hurriedly asked, "Are you at home, what did you eat today?"

"Well, I'm at home... 呵呵..." The female voice on the other end of the phone answered intermittently, with the sound of electric current mixed in from time to time.

"I, I took rat poison..." The girl on the other end of the phone snorted lightly, "Maybe, they will let me go only if I die, and I can be free."

Shen Xibai's expression changed in an instant. He made a gesture and began to beckon to the people next to him. With the other hand, he began to call the police skillfully.

The girl on the other end of the phone seemed to be aware of Shen Xibai's nervousness, she gave a light snort, and began to say to herself, "You know what I called the hotline 25 times today, but unfortunately, the first 24 times showed that the line was busy Middle... I changed the hotline thirteen times before I was finally picked up by you..."

Speaking of this, her voice began to choke. It was the despair of a person who walked hundreds of miles alone in the desert, but still couldn't find the direction to return home.

Shen Xibai's hands trembled a little.

Hotlines across the country have a limited number of places that can be answered, and this service is different from other operators. They can deal with several customers in a few minutes. When they are working, they can chat with customers for hours. It basically takes half an hour to start. In the case of limited operators, facing such a large user group, it is impossible for everyone to make a call in the first time.

This kind of helplessness is extremely uncomfortable and powerless for every suicide hotline operator.

Maybe the girl had a lot of things she wanted to tell people at the beginning, and there were many things on her mind that needed to be listened to, but the repeated busy lines made her desire for life gradually decrease, so the last phone call When she was actually picked up, she didn't want to say anything anymore.

Shen Xibai has already called the police, what he has to do now is to continue to deal with the other party.

So, after thinking about it again and again, Shen Xibai asked softly, "Do you have a girl you like?"

Shen Xibai roughly figured out the other party's age, and it was not too old, and he was still restricted by his family in terms of economic conditions and life.

The girl paused, her breathing became more and more rapid, and within a few seconds, she was like a faucet that had been turned on by someone, with tears pouring down her face, and her voice began to collapse.

"Yes, but it's too late, it's too late!" The girl's voice was high and tearing.

In the next second, Shen Xibai heard the sound of walking on the other side of the phone, then the sound of water rushing out, and besides that, there was the intermittent cry of retching.

--The girl is vomiting.

Shen Xibai was overjoyed, she still had the desire to survive.

"If you can't spit it out, what should you do? Why can't you spit it out?" The girl yelled brokenly, and began to frantically pick her throat with her fingers.

Hearing the sound from the other end of the phone, Shen Xibai suffered from throbbing pains one after another, and his expression became more serious, he hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the ambulance will be here soon, you will be fine, Certainly not! You..."

Before Shen Xibai finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone suddenly, everything came to an abrupt end, and it happened extremely unexpectedly, leaving only Shen Xibai's heart still beating rapidly.

Shen Xibai was still staring, he was staring at the front in a daze, before closing his mouth.

He pretended to be calm and began to call back the call, his fingers trembling slightly.

But Shen Xibai tried back and forth five times, and it showed that no one answered, so Shen Xibai's fists were also clenched.

I can only silently pray in my heart that the ambulance can hurry up, and then hurry up.

The call was over, and Shen Xibai could no longer know whether the ambulancemen had arrived in the first time, nor could he know whether the girl could survive.

Because of their work, they can only go so far...

They answer so many calls every day, and they can't spy on the person on the other end of the phone, and they can't predict the next life, whether the person on the other end of the phone is alive or not.

Shen Xibai suddenly choked up.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Xibai clearly saw that the paper towel on the table was pulled out by something without warning, and the next second, the paper towel began to float up by itself, and finally gently attached to the corner of Shen Xibai's eyes, carefully Wipe it for him.

Shen Xibai's sad emotions that had just been raised were so frightened by this damn scene that his tears shrank back.

Although he had a hunch and was mentally prepared, it really frightened him enough to do this from time to time.

Shallow water marks began to appear on the smooth wooden tabletop, and each stroke turned into two words: don't cry.

Shen Xibai took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, couldn't bear the small flaw in his heart, and whispered, "Don't keep scaring me."

New water marks began to appear on the desktop --- I didn't scare you.

After finishing writing, a simple crying face was drawn next to it, as if to express my inner grievance and resentment.

Shen Xibai stared at the crying face on the desktop and smiled, then began to pick up new calls and start a new round of work.

The day's work was finally over, and Shen Xibai felt his back ached and his voice became a little hoarse. He picked up the cup next to him and drank a big sip of water, and swallowed a throat lozenge to barely feel better.

A certain ghost who had been quiet for almost a long time began to write on the table again.

'It's raining outside and the umbrella is in your drawer. '

Shen Xibai paused, took a deep breath, carefully looked around, and after confirming that no one was looking at him, he calmly took out a few pieces of tissue paper from the side, and then wiped off the water stains on the table with a forced calmness. , so as not to be seen by colleagues next to you.

Shen Xibai knocked on the table with his fingers. It seemed that he hesitated for a moment, but he opened the drawer according to the ghost's intention. As expected, there was a brand new dark blue umbrella lying inside.

Before Shen Xibai could think more, he heard the colleague who had just left get off work turn back again, and his movements were a little awkward.

The colleague said loudly, "It's raining outside, everyone must remember to take an umbrella when you get off work."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of wailing in the office.

After all, not everyone happens to have an umbrella at the office.

Shen Xibai's feelings for men can be said to be very complicated. Although the resistance gradually dissipated in small things, he, a big man, suddenly became the ghost bride in the other party's mouth, which still made him digest a little bad.

Thinking of this, Shen Xibai touched his neck subconsciously, as if thinking of something again, his expression changed again, very complicated and weird.

Shen Xibai cursed angrily in a low voice, "You pervert."

The ghost who answered the conversation very quickly just now seemed to disappear after Shen Xibai finished speaking, and he didn't dare to say a word, for fear that what he said would make Shen Xibai even more angry.

But obviously, his cold treatment will only make people more angry.

Shen Xibai snorted softly, and silently made a villain for the other party in his heart.

As if sensing Shen Xibai's emotions, a certain ghost immediately continued to write, --'Don't be angry. '

Looking at these four words, Shen Xibai didn't speak, but silently wiped off the handwriting with toilet paper, but a certain ghost vaguely guessed that Shen Xibai was probably angry.

'I knew I was wrong. As soon as Shen Xibai wiped it off, a certain ghost immediately continued to write, with a very sincere attitude.

Shen Xibai paused for a moment, but as usual, he took out the toilet paper and wiped off the water stains on the table. Although he hesitated for a moment, he still showed no mercy.

As if realizing that Shen Xibai didn't want to listen to his high-sounding nonsense at all, a certain ghost paused again, and began to show his brazen real ability, and started to say obscenities unexpectedly.

'I love you. '

'Do you want to try to like me. '

Shen Xibai stared at the two lines, and finally, holding the paper, he stopped. This time, he didn't erase the handwriting cruelly like before.

Even Shen Xibai's expression changed accordingly, and the tips of his ears began to turn red. He pursed his lips, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he didn't know if he was more annoyed or ashamed.

Finally, Shen Xibai couldn't hold back anymore, and cursed again in a low voice, "Shameless."