Thousand-layer routine of green tea as the essence [e-sports]

Zhou Yu's mind is in a mess now.

He sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, holding his head and inserting his fingers into his hair. He maintained this position for an unknown amount of time.

The doctor told him that these symptoms were the stress response after being severely injured, and could be any kind of natural or man-made disaster.

When the doctor mentioned the car accident, countless memories flooded back into Zhou Yu's brain.

He remembered everything in an instant.

That white light is the headlights.

He was standing in the middle of the road, Mu Huanxing flew over and hugged him into his arms, putting his body between him and the rushing sports car.

Later, part of the overwhelming smell of blood was his own, and most of it was Mu Huanxing's.

As well as the very faint scent of bath and fragrance.

Zhou Yu lowered his eyes, and his face was mostly covered by bangs without any expression.

He is an idiot.

Complete and complete asshole.

Mu Huanxing risked his life to save him, so how could he lie to him for this little money?

Zhou Yu's eyes were red, and he clenched his fist and punched himself on the head a few times.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid!

What's the use of knowing this now?It's all fucking over!

and many more.

After being hit by a car, he passed into this book. If he dies again, is it possible to wear it back?

Zhou Yu put down his fist that continued to beat himself, and stood up "嚄", the more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

The opportunity to enter the book is death, why can't the opportunity to go back be death?

He took a deep breath, went to the desk and rummaged around, and found a paper knife from the pen holder.

The blade is brand new, never used.

Zhou Yu held the knife and pointed it at the wrist of his left hand, but he was still not quite sure how to do it.

If he goes back, when will he go back?He was already dead in the world outside the book, if he couldn't go back... he would be completely dead if he couldn't go back.

But he still didn't want to give up any possibility of seeing Mu Huanxing again.

Even if this may be only one in ten thousand.

The big deal is that two people die together.

... But this life was saved by Mu Huanxing desperately. Mu Huanxing saved him because he wanted him to live.

The blade in Zhou Yu's hand trembled frighteningly, and countless complicated thoughts ran wildly in his mind. He arched his body and squatted down in pain, and accidentally cut a big blood hole on his wrist, and bright red blood flowed out .

At this moment, Zhou Yu's cell phone rang.

The ringing of the mobile phone relieved his almost suffocating tension, Zhou Yu let out a heavy breath, wiped the wound on his wrist indiscriminately, pulled down his sleeve, and took out his mobile phone to unlock it.

[WeChat call, from the cloud. 】

There was still some wet blood on his hands, his fingers trembled, and he tapped on the connection.

"Hello? Ayu, are you busy? Why don't you reply when you don't play games?" Xiao Yun asked with concern.

Only then did Zhou Yu see that there were dozens of unread messages on WeChat, all from Xiao Yun.

Usually at this point, he should have been playing games with him long ago.

He blinked slowly, his vision was a little blurred, and said softly, "I'm busy now, I'll call you later."

After saying that, Zhou Yu realized that his voice was terrifyingly hoarse. He swallowed uncomfortably and rubbed his eyes again.

"What's the matter? Did something happen?" Xiao Yun asked anxiously, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhou Yu took a deep breath, and his eyes fell directly on the paper knife he was holding tightly in his hand again. The blade was still very sharp, with a slight cold light, and there was still a drop of blood on it, which had dried up.

He repositioned the blade on his wrist.

"Ayu?"

"Ayu, don't say anything, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Ayu?"

The point of the knife was about to pierce the soft skin, Zhou Yu was shocked by this familiar cry.

The paper cutter was snapped back by him, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, gasping for breath as if exhausted.

At that moment just now, he really thought that Mu Huanxing was calling him in his ear.

but.

There is no Mu Huanxing here.

Zhou Yu couldn't hold back his tears suddenly, and choked up as if he had collapsed.

"Ayu... are you crying?"

Zhou Yu picked up the mobile phone on the ground with trembling hands, wiped away tears with his sleeve, and sniffed, "You, can you call again?"

"what?"

"That's it..." Zhou Yu sobbed uncontrollably, his eye sockets that had just been wiped dry became wet again, and his vision became blurred again.

"Don't worry, don't worry, speak slowly, I'm listening."

"You called me just now...can you call me again, just now..." Zhou Yu choked up after saying a few words.

"Ayu...brother?"

so similar.

It's so similar.

This sentence seemed to have some magical power to heal people's hearts. Zhou Yu stopped crying all of a sudden. He swallowed and said softly, "Call again, okay..."

"Brother Ayu."

This sound...is not quite like it again.

Zhou Yu lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips drooped down.

Xiaoyun's voice was still much lower than Mu Huanxing's.

Still not the same.

"Brother Ayu, what's the matter? Can you tell me?" Xiaoyun asked with concern when he heard another faint sob from his side.

Sitting on the ground, Zhou Yu raised his hand to wipe off the teardrops that stuck to his eyelashes, but soon new ones condensed and dripped down to the phone screen with a "click".

"I really miss..." He wanted to say that he missed Mu Huanxing, but he couldn't say those three words. Zhou Yu was a little anxious, and suddenly hiccupped.

It's like this again... He can't name people who don't exist in this book.

Zhou Yu grabbed his own bangs anxiously, and said in a hoarse voice, "I miss my ex-boyfriend so much."

"I miss him so much..."

"You're right, those photos and chat records must be fake... I was, why did I run away like a coward..."

"I miss him so much... woo... I already know I was wrong..." Zhou Yu's emotions that had calmed down a little bit flooded again, and the more he spoke, the more anxious he was, crying uncontrollably.

If only he could see Mu Huanxing again now.

He must admit his mistake immediately, no matter how angry Mu Huanxing is and punish him.

As long as I can see him again, I will do anything.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't worry." Xiaoyun comforted repeatedly, "Ayu, would you like to come out for a drink? It would be much better to have some wine."

Xiaoyun's gentle voice and tone were very similar to Mu Huanxing's most of the time. Zhou Yu held the phone as if holding the last straw.

Alcohol.

He doesn't drink often, but he really needs it now.

He choked up, "Okay."

"I'll send you the address, where is your home?"

Zhou Yu didn't want to think about anything, just relying on instinct to distinguish what he said, and reported his address.

A few seconds later, Xiao Yun said, "The car has been called, you can go downstairs now, the tail number is 086."

"it is good."

He hastily wiped the corners of his eyes a few times with the back of his hand, stepped into a pair of shoes casually, and went downstairs holding his mobile phone, "Xiaoyun..."

Xiao Yun replied quickly after hearing the sound, "I'm here."

"Can you talk to me?" The corridor was very quiet, he was the only one alone, Zhou Yu walked into the elevator with his head down, sniffed, "I want to hear you talk..."

"Okay," Xiao Yun followed him, "Which floor is Brother Ayu on?"

Zhou Yu looked away from the phone screen, and looked up at the floor displayed by the elevator, which happened to be the first floor.

The elevator door opened slowly, and he walked out with slow steps, "I'm on the first floor."

"Have you left the community? Are you walking on the sidewalk?" Xiaoyun asked.

Zhou Yu found himself in the middle of the road in the community without knowing it. He looked at the road again and walked back to the sidewalk, "On the sidewalk, I'm going out of the community immediately."

"Well, do you see the car at the door? It's blue and white."

"I see." The wind blew on Zhou Yu's face, the tears were dried, his cheeks were a little tense and sore, he rubbed his head on the sleeve of his big arm, opened the car door and sat in.

The location of the bar is not too far away, it's about ten minutes away, Zhou Yu opened the car door and got off, the loud music and laughter near the store woke him up a little.

"I've reserved a private room for you on the second floor, and some staff will lead you up." Zhou Yu just opened the door and entered, and immediately a smiling waiter led him to the second floor.

The soundproofing facilities on the second floor were done with care, it was very quiet, with soothing music playing, Zhou Yu relaxed a lot, followed the footsteps of the waiter into the private room and sat down.

"When is Xiaoyun coming?" He was the only one in the private room, and the waiter opened the wine for him and set the glasses, told him to ring the bell at any time if he needed anything else, and turned around to leave.

"Can I use my mobile phone to chat with A Yu?" Xiaoyun's tone was a little hesitant, "I'm far away from Shenzhen now, and I won't be able to come here in a short time."

Zhou Yu took a sip of the wine on the table. He didn't know the name, but the color of the wine looked beautiful under the light.

It doesn't seem to taste as bad as I thought it tasted, it's a little spicy, but acceptable.

He took another sip and said, "Okay, it's okay, I... just drink a little by myself."

I was too rude just now to trouble the other party like this.

Zhou Yu had calmed down a lot in such an environment, and silently poured himself a small bottle of wine. Xiao Yun, who was on the other side of the phone, was silent for a long time, and asked, "Ah Yu wants to chat with me?" Is it about your ex-boyfriend."

He paused with the hand that put the wine glass.

There's nothing he can't say, Xiaoyun is the only friend he has known since he entered the book, and the other party almost understands the things between him and Mu Huanxing.

Speaking of which, if it wasn't for Xiaoyun's help, he might not know the year of the monkey to figure it out on his own that he misunderstood Mu Huanxing.

"I... just like you said, I thought about it again. There are too many doubts about the photos and chat records." Zhou Yu continued to pour wine for himself while talking. Effectiveness, enthusiasm rushed up from the chest and abdomen, "I suddenly...remembered something, and then realized that he was actually, he was actually treating me..."

Zhou Yu pinched the rim of the wine glass, "He should like me very much, even more than I imagined."

"I think... I want to go to him and admit my mistake to him."

Xiao Yun gave a low laugh, "How do you want to find him?"

The aftertaste of this wine is much stronger than the mild and harmless taste when it was drunk, and the drunkenness came fiercely and urgently, and Zhou Yu's voice began to drift, "How did it come... just... just go..."

Before he could say a few more words, he could only hear the crisp sound of the wine glass "clang" being poured on the table.

"Ayu?"

"Ayu? Are you still listening?"

Zhou Yu lay down on the table in a daze, "Hmm..."

The WeChat call was hung up by the other party.

After a while, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and a tall man walked in.

It's Fu Yunling.

Or in other words, it was Mu Huanxing who was wearing Fu Yunling's shell.

He quietly looked at Zhou Yu lying on the table, his eyes darkened.

After a while, Mu Huanxing lowered his eyes, walked up to hold Zhou Yu's arm and hugged him into his arms.

"Hmm..." Zhou Yu blinked and looked up at him, but his eyes couldn't be focused, only blurred figures and lights.

Is it Mu Huanxing?

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say those three words.

Zhou Yu eagerly raised his hand to grab the collar of the person in front of him, and with a "click", something fell from his hand to the ground.

Mu Huanxing turned his head and saw that it was a paper cutter. He bent over to pick it up and pushed the blade out.

There was a trace of bright red, dried blood on the thin knife edge.

"I want to find him."

"How come, how to go."

Zhou Yu's drunken words just now echoed in his ears.

Mu Huanxing's pupils shrank sharply, and he grabbed Zhou Yu's arm abruptly and pulled up his sleeve, his right arm was white and clean without any marks.

Wait until he looks to his left hand again.

A half-finger-long incision at the wrist artery pierced his pupils.

"Zhou Yu...you fucking..." Mu Huanxing's forehead twitched, and the strength of his men increased.