bullets and roses

The fire was extremely large.

It was clear that the fire started on the third floor, but even the second and fourth floors were implicated. The tongue of flames crazily devoured everything it could touch. The surrounding air had long been impenetrable, and there was no chance for people to breathe. When Gu Zhubai rushed in, he didn't think much of it at all. He only remembered that in the last text message with Li Yuanan, the other party told his mother to ask him for something and asked him to go home.

Then he never contacted Li Yuanan again.

So when he saw the scene like this, he didn't think much about it at all—both of his parents died, and even those relatives only wanted the huge amount of inheritance in his hands. Swallow him up, there is only one Li Yuan'an, he is the only one who wants to take out his heart and put it in front of him when he grows up.

He doesn't covet anything but his sincerity, so Gu Zhubai cherishes it very much.

Having been alone for so many years without anyone to accompany him, finally there was Li Yuan'an who made him completely let go of his guard, so Gu Zhubai didn't want to return to the previous situation at all.

After all, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Gu Zhubai rushed in.

The room was burned to nothing, it was pitch black, it was not easy for Gu Zhubai to find someone in it, but he still moved forward relying on his memory, avoiding countless tongues of flames, Finally saw the face in memory.

Due to the lack of oxygen, the other party had passed out on the ground, and the tongue of flames had wrapped around his clothes, wrapping his whole body in the fire. His eyes were closed tightly, and he looked extremely quiet. Gu Zhubai didn't think about whether the other party was dead. Still alive, the only thought is to take him out, whether it is dead or alive, people have to be taken out.

So despite the spread of the fire ahead, he rushed out.

The moment something fell, Gu Zhubai watched helplessly as the flames burned Li Yuan'an's face and completely devoured him.

He couldn't move, his legs were so painful that he almost lost consciousness, he tried his best to crawl forward two steps, but he couldn't move at all under the weight of that thing, even when he called his name, there was no response at all, Li Yuanan seemed to have been closed forever Don't open his eyes anymore.

Gu Zhubai's hand suddenly lost strength, and the wet towel fell to the ground. He stretched out his hand in vain to touch the other person, but in the end it was in vain. He called his name countless times, but the person could no longer open his eyes. Respond to him with open eyes...

Gu Zhubai suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dark, the emotionally sensitive side of a person will always be magnified infinitely. When he opens his eyes, he always feels that the fire is still burning wantonly in front of his eyes.

Gu Zhubai has not had this dream for a long time.

For outsiders, it may just be the death of a person. After all, life, old age, sickness and death in the world always need to learn to accept.

But for Gu Zhubai, it was something he finally had, and it disappeared again, as if he was only fit to live alone in his life.

Gu Zhubai got off the escort bed, without thinking about anything, went to see Luo Muxiao, he was in a deep sleep, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips were bloodless, dry and peeling.

Gu Zhubai picked up the lip balm that was placed by the bed, and slowly wiped his lips for him, only then did he feel that it was more pleasing to the eye, at least not so dry.

He squatted beside the bed, and suddenly remembered the first time he had an impression of Luo Muxiao.

The fire brought a lot of onlookers, and finally the firefighters arrived to put out the fire, but it was of no use—everyone was gone.

Only Li Yuanan died.

He fell on the floor, although he would not be a scorched corpse, but he was disfigured, and Gu Zhubai even saw him the last time before he was disfigured—later he often thought, did not know that Li Yuanan Is he still alive, is he still awake, just unable to struggle, and can only let the flames engulf him?How much pain did he have?

So Gu Zhubai would rather have Li Yuanan gone by then.

Gu Zhubai was carried down on a stretcher to the third floor. Looking around, there were people watching and pointing. Only in the corner was a boy who was being dragged by a woman whose face couldn't be clearly seen. He seemed to want to rush here. , but I have no strength to rush.

He looked at him with sad eyes, as if he was about to cry.

Gu Zhubai subconsciously looked at him a few more times, feeling familiar, this should not be the first time they met.

There are so many people around, it seems that he is the only one who is worried about him——

Gu Zhubai smiled subconsciously as if mocking himself, he was a little narcissistic, so how would he know if he was worried about himself?Maybe there is something he wants here, not necessarily.

But time proved that Luo Muxiao at that time was indeed worried about him, Gu Zhubai.

Gu Zhubai was locked in the room alone for so long, in the end it was Luo Muxiao who entered his life and led him out of the darkness to meet the sun.

It is unavoidably vulgar to say this, but Luo Muxiao is more like the sun.

His world is always full of vigor and vitality, he grew up in love, so all that is given to him is hot love.

Gu Zhubai reflected on himself again in the middle of the night, after "I examine myself three times a day", he still decided not to let Luo Muxiao leave.

He tucked the quilt for Luo Muxiao, and when he was about to turn around, Luo Muxiao who was having a nightmare grabbed his hand.

So he held the opponent's hand and asked, "What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"

Luo Muxiao didn't open his eyes, it was just a subconscious reaction in the dream.

Gu Zhubai touched his face, and heard Luo Muxiao mutter something, frowned and leaned closer to listen, but what he heard were the three words he didn't want to hear the most.

"Gong Yuyang..."

The expression on Gu Zhubai's face sank.

Luo Muxiao still continued to mutter: "Gong Yuyang...you take me away...take me away..."

Gu Zhubai clenched his hand violently, making Luo Muxiao grunt in pain in his dream, he quickly let go of his hand, and pinched the painful part for him.

Luo Muxiao groaned and chirped twice, turned his head and continued to sleep.

Gu Zhubai stared at him with deep eyes. It seemed that there were two clusters of burning small flames in his eyes. The fire was bigger and more intense than before. He grabbed the corner of the quilt and pulled it upwards, pulling Luo Mu Xiao blocked it with his exposed shoulder, lowered his voice and called his name: "Luo Luo."

He sighed, and then continued: "Why do you always think about that Gong Yuyang?"

Luo Muxiao also frowned in his dream.

"Hey, don't think about him." Gu Zhubai said, "If you keep thinking about him like this, it's even more impossible for me to let you go, you know."

Luo Muxiao smacked his mouth, the expression on his face relaxed a little, maybe he started to have a sweet dream.