The Story of the Male Supporting Counterattack

A tear fell on the palm of my hand and nearly burned me.

Looking at the young man's face that had lost all color, at this moment, my hard and indifferent heart suddenly began to shake.

My name is Yin Jue.

All my life, I was a lonely teenager with few relatives. I lost my parents when I was four years old, and my relatives were not rich, so how could they spend their hard-earned hard-earned money on me? Beside the elderly grandma, the grandparents and grandchildren depend on each other for life.

Although life is hard, there is still someone who loves me. If life continues like this, I don't think I will develop an extreme and surly personality in the future.

It's a pity that God never knows how to pity the poor.

When I was six years old, my grandma, who worked hard all day long, fell ill. Several uncles and aunts pushed us around like kicking a football. No one wanted to touch us. They just bought some food and medicine for fear of getting a little bad luck. .

I stood by the hospital bed and watched the loving old man become weaker and weaker, he was so skinny that he couldn't eat, and finally he was torn apart by the pain.

She was lying on the bed, with cloudy eyes, and she looked over vaguely. She might be looking at me, or she might just be in a daze. After a long time, she asked me to go, and handed me a wooden box carved with plum blossoms. I.

This is not the first time I have seen this wooden box. In the past, she always liked to hold it tightly, and no one would let anyone touch it. Even her children, who have been soft and hard for so long, I have never seen her compromise. Pass.

She handed me the wooden box and told me that if one day she meets someone she likes, she will give the contents to that person as a betrothal gift.

Afterwards, when she died, relatives and friends who had been avoiding her in the past came to the door one after another, looting all the valuables at home. They coveted some old jewelry stored in the wooden box, and forced me to tell the whereabouts of the wooden box. When he was willing to speak, he punched and kicked directly.

Then, they were tired from beating me and threw me out of the house covered with bruises.

It was raining heavily that day, and I was weak since I was a child. After being seriously injured, I was drenched in the rain again. After a while, I developed a high fever. Although I carried it over, my body became weaker and weaker.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if it’s good or not, death is a kind of relief for me, dragging this broken body to get by, I feel tired from the bottom of my heart.

Everything around me is pale and monotonous, which often makes me bored inexplicably. Only painting is the only rare bright color in my life.

Since I was very young, I have loved that feeling so much, smearing freely, sketching casually, and using the brush in my hand to build a kingdom that belongs to me alone. It is a world that belongs to me alone, and no one outside can enter. .

Probably because there are too few things I can get in this life. I always have an incomprehensible desire to possess the things that belong to me. I hate others to touch them, so I seldom paint in front of outsiders. Things will also be deliberately erased.

Would rather destroy than share with others, this is the real Yin Jue.

Thinking about it now, maybe my sorrow is also here.

I took the relics left by my grandma, and wandered around alone, struggling to survive, waiting to lose my life in the next cold rain, and my mood was so calm that it was weird.

Later, once the drawing paper I drew was blown away by the wind, and it just happened to land at the feet of Professor Xu who was walking along the street. At that time, his expression was very strange. I asked me, who came to ask for the drawing paper, if I would like to learn painting from him.

I didn't want to follow him at first. Living alone for a long time has turned me into a strange man in human skin. I don't know how to get along with others, and I can't even express my thoughts clearly. I only know how to paint. Then It is my language.

However, the strange old man with glasses drew a painting in front of me. It was the first time I saw a real artist, and I was sincerely impressed by his painting techniques.

If it is for better painting, I think I can agree to him and become his disciple.

In retrospect, that was probably the most correct choice I ever made in my life. If it wasn’t for Professor Xu, I think I would never have been able to interact with him. After all, we belong to two completely different worlds.

It was the third year of studying painting with Professor Xu. I met a boy in Xu's house.

To this day, I can still clearly recall all the details of that day. He stood under the sun, his white and delicate skin was almost transparent, and his slightly upturned phoenix eyes were as clear as water. He looked over timidly and smiled. His whole heart was in a mess.

He greeted me with a smile, with a little care in his moist black eyes, he thought he was hiding it well and looked at me with an innocent and cute expression.

How can there be such a person in the world? Before you met him, you didn't even believe in love, thinking that you would be alone for the rest of your life. He overturned all the previous conclusions simply and neatly, and he was still happy.

Bai Su, my fellow apprentice, is also the only one who walked into my inner world. He has a pure heart and loves everything in the world from the bottom of his heart. He obviously has a completely opposite personality to mine, but he has a strange personality. Yes, I just fell in love with him.

The longer we get along, the more difficult it is to extricate myself. I followed his advice and went out to gather scenery when my health improved, trying to get in touch with the beauty of the world. During that time, my paintings were no longer gray and hopeless for the first time, just like my For the first time, I felt warmth and throbbing in my heart.

How grateful I am to God for sending him to me. If the misfortunes of the past 20 years were all the price I paid for meeting him, then I am willing to stop blaming others from now on.

However, life always likes to play me with applause. Just when I thought I could stay by his side forever and protect him for the rest of my life, I suddenly found sadly that my body became weaker and weaker.

Thin, pale, and breathless, it is the true portrayal of me. I tried to raise my hand, but found that I didn't even have the strength to hold the paintbrush. So, how can I protect him?

He is so young, life has just begun, there are countless hours waiting for him to squander, but what about me?Huddled in a dark room, taking bitter medicine, lingering, the people tortured by illness are neither human nor ghost.

Out of sympathy, he may come to take care of me, and then take a panoramic view of my embarrassment and ugliness, and then, after I die, he is still alive and healthy, maybe, in the first year, he will still remember me, But in the future, other people will discover his goodness, stay by his side, and occupy the most important position in his heart. At that time, does he remember that there was a person named Yin Jue who loved him as much as his life? ? !

I am not reconciled, I hate fate, as long as I think that after I die, another person will embrace him in my arms, I wish I could kill all the people around him immediately, so that he can only belong to me.

Just when I was resentful and desperate, I accidentally heard Professor Xu talk about a strange painting technique in remote areas, called the technique of keeping the soul. Come up with a bold and weird idea, what if this spirit retention technique really exists?

I have been pestering Professor Xu for many days, and finally got the formula of the special pigment required for the soul-retaining technique, and then I couldn’t wait to rush home to experiment, probably because of the lack of one ingredient, I have been unable to mix it and the rumors same paint.

Experimenting again and again, increasing or decreasing the ratio of different ingredients, I tested ten times, but still failed, I became more and more discouraged, but accidentally cut my finger in the last attempt, and then, it was unexpected something happened.

I watched the blood melt into the paint with ecstasy, and suddenly felt a strange excitement in my heart. I cut my palm desperately, and let the blood stain the ingredients. At that moment, I knew that I was about to succeed .

I thanked the guests behind closed doors, immersed myself in painting, and with the support of an obsession, I finally used this special paint to paint a satisfactory masterpiece. Excessive blood loss made my body worse, and I could even clearly perceive the vitality of life. Draining fast, I know my days are numbered.

I called a framing shop and left the painting with them to send it to him when it was mounted, and then I told the boy that I missed him a lot.

Yes, I really miss him, thinking about him like crazy, unforgettable.

He came soon, probably because he saw that I was in good spirits and thought that my condition had improved, so he acted very happy, and I laughed too. Leave the best side to him.

The happy time is always short. After he left, I sat on the sofa with the wooden box in my arms and smiled at the slowly sinking sunset.

No one can stop my love for you, not even death, my boy.

After that, things generally developed in the direction I planned, but because of the change of Lin Xiuyuan, my plan to escape from the funeral home went more smoothly. I waited patiently for him to go out, and then took the opportunity to leave through the window. I want to find me My young man can't delay for a moment.

When I found Bai Su, he was staying with Lin Xiuyuan, I hid quietly, disguised as a driver and followed him home, and then spent a little time killing the obtrusive old man next to him, using his identity to follow him By the boy's side.

I am very happy to be able to guard the boy day and night, but what makes me dissatisfied is that someone around him has thoughts that he shouldn't have. I am extremely angry and wish I could drink his blood and eat his flesh right away. How many people like to snatch my only treasure?

I killed Wen Shumo.

I used to be cynical when I was alive, but because of the shackles of secular morality, many thoughts can only be hidden in my heart. For example, I have always wanted to imprison a young man by my side, but I can only die forever.

But now, as a dead soul, I no longer have any scruples, because no one would have imagined that the murderer would be a dead person. Even if they knew, so what, would they be able to arrest me and bring me to justice?

But even so, I'm still not satisfied, because I don't have much time left, and the 49-[-]-day deadline is coming soon.

I made up my mind and deliberately exposed my flaws to lure him and Lu Banxian to deal with me, and then took the opportunity to kill that annoying magic stick.

The boy stood in the studio with his back facing me, his slender body was still trembling slightly due to fright, I took this young and soft body into my arms with familiarity, and placed one hand on his neck.

I can no longer hesitate like before, otherwise, I will never be able to get him.

But, looking at his painful expression, why does my heart hurt so much?

Heh, Yin Jue, who used to be selfish and cold, will feel the pain one day.

Just before he died, a guy with a strange banana-like face suddenly jumped out. It seemed very anxious, and hurriedly told me that even if I really killed Bai Su, he would not be able to stay with me .

At that time, Bai Su fell into a state of suspended animation, but he didn't know where his soul had gone. I suddenly panicked and tried all the methods I knew but still couldn't find his soul.

It was as if someone had taken his heart out alive. Nothing in the world would make me panic like this again. I hugged his body tightly, and wept unknowingly.

That strange guy kept watching during the whole process, and then he asked me to send Bai Su to the hospital, saying that he had a way to retrieve Bai Su's soul.

Even if it is only a one-in-a-million possibility, I want to try it. I set a fire, threw a few bones from the Bai family villa into it, and then put Bai Su on the lawn, waiting for the ambulance to come .

Bai Su was in a coma for three days and three nights, and I guarded him for three days and three nights. During this time, I thought a lot. I thought this was probably my fate. A despicable and evil person like me was destined not to get him.

A couple came to the ward. I knew they were Bai Su's parents. They seemed to love him very much. The moment they saw the boy on the hospital bed, they couldn't stop crying.

I died at the end of April, and it is now the beginning of June. On the last night, I obviously felt that my soul became weaker, and there was a force tearing me from nowhere. Maybe, in the next second, I would lose my soul. Going to hell is not necessarily the case. Being able to stay by the side of the one I love at the last moment of my life, I feel unprecedented peace in my heart.

I leaned down slightly, and kissed the young man's brow piously. At this moment, I noticed that his fingers seemed to move, and I smiled from the bottom of my heart.

When the clock struck midnight, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and someone walked in.

The person who came was wearing a dull gray suit and looked like a business elite. I recognized him. This person had been here during the day. He was Bai Su's eldest brother Bai Jue.

He remained silent, slowly approaching the hospital bed, and then reached out to hold the oxygen tube.

At this moment, I suddenly understood the purpose of his coming, and then, I laughed.

This time, you brought it to your door yourself, Asu shouldn't blame me, right?