Mindful

Liang Cheng dragged Qiao Yuanlin out of the car, and the doll was attached to it. The feet were muddy. He grabbed Qiao Yuanlin's stumbling body and stopped in the dark night.

Qiao Yuanlin looked at the gate, Liang Cheng firmly squeezed his shoulders, forcing him to face the prison that was close in front of him but out of reach.

What did he hear, murder?

Qiao Yuanlin shook his head stiffly, his voice was lower than nothing: "No, don't lie to me like this."

Liang Cheng stuck to his back and said very clearly: "I didn't lie to you, I am a criminal who has killed people and been in prison."

He let go of one hand and walked around in front of Qiao Yuanlin, gesturing, lowered his head and said, "Using a scalpel, it's so thin, so small, and so sharp, the tip of the knife pierced into the chest cavity."

Qiao Yuanlin backed away in fright, and fell into Liang Cheng's cold embrace. Every time he mustered up the courage to open his hand, this time it was Liang Cheng who hugged him.

"I don't believe it," he said dully.

Liang Cheng's warm breath was caught in the continuous cold rain. It was a drug that drove people crazy, and it was also an anesthetic that made people feel at a loss. His words tormented Qiao Yuanlin's nerves——

"You're really smart, you know, you guessed it right a long time ago. Ying Xiaoqiong has a criminal record, and so do I. I met him in the second prison."

"The policeman who came to the door was called Cheng Liye. After I killed someone, he was the one who arrested me."

"Sentenced for two years, why did I drop out of school, and why you couldn't find me when you went to No. [-] Middle School, do you understand now?"

Liang Cheng stared at the prison, where he learned how to repair electrical appliances, as well as examine gold.When He Jie came to see him, she always cried, and Duan Sicun also came to see him, to pass the time for him with those course materials.

Later, he got bored, refused any visits, and cut off contact with everyone after he was released from prison.

He broke out in a cold sweat when he discovered Qiao Yuanlin's post on the Seventh Middle School forum, and whenever he heard "Assistant Liang" in Dexin, he felt ashamed.

He didn't have many secrets, one opening would destroy all his dignity.

The unborn Qiao Yuanlin was his nemesis, approached him to repay him, and now he still likes him.It's ridiculous. During the time when he was struggling to find a savior, he was in chains, on the judgment seat, and then hundreds of days and nights imprisoned in high walls and iron windows.

The table is stained and dirty, but it can be wiped clean, what about people?

The smudge is branded on the body, will it not be erased in this lifetime? !

Qiao Yuanlin trembled: "It's ridiculous."

Liang Cheng buried himself in the back of his head, his hoarse voice dissipated in his soft hair: "That's right, liking a murderer is indeed ridiculous."

Qiao Yuanlin struggled to break free: "You are not!"

Suddenly, he was let go by Liang Cheng, and the doll fell into a puddle of water. The wind and rain invaded his eyes, and Liang Cheng became blurred in his vision.

"Qiao Yuanlin." Liang Cheng called him.

He covered his head and said in conflict: "I don't want to hear..."

And Liang Cheng's voice was clear: "The doll you picked up was not a doll that no one wanted, but a piece of trash like me."

The carriage was filled with the smell of damp earth, and Qiao Yuanlin sat in the passenger seat blankly.Liang Cheng sent him his seat belt, and before starting the car, he took out a document and threw it on the center console.

Qiao Yuanlin recognized it, it was locked in the desk drawer, he didn't have time to read the one that Liang Cheng ordered to "put down".He picked it up, and there was a certificate of serving his sentence inside. He seemed to be illiterate, and no one could understand his last name.

But the bareheaded photos attached are so glaring, short and gloomy, with a depressing dark blue background.

The rain started again, covering the sky and covering the sky, and Jinbei's engine seemed to be falling apart, unable to bear the long return journey.

There are some small hotels along the national highway, most of them turned off their lights after midnight, Liang Cheng picked one that was still lit, and parked for the night.

In just a few meters from getting off the car to entering the door, the two of them were almost drenched. The boss was dozing off at the front desk, and woke up when he heard the sound, muttering for his ID card.

Liang Cheng took out his own, took out three or five tissues from the stage, stuffed them to Qiao Yuanlin and said, "Wipe it."

Qiao Yuanlin didn't move, his pale face kept dripping water, Liang Cheng took back the tissue, raised his hand in the air but didn't touch him for a long time.

The boss said: "The weather is bad, and the drivers who run big trucks have left here, and there is only a small standard room left. Except for mineral water, there is a charge for the room, and the deposit is [-]."

Liang Cheng took Qiao Yuanlin upstairs after paying. The room was on the shaded side of the second floor. It was damp and simple. The two single beds were very close to each other, and the quilt by the window was a little moldy.

Qiao Yuanlin was sluggishly leaning on the corner of the bed. After the huge shock, he lost all his senses, only feeling chills and shaking slightly.

Liang Cheng went to pull the curtains and said, "Take off your wet clothes, go to bed and cover yourself with a quilt."

Qiao Yuanlin was stunned, and fell back on the bed, and the prison appeared in a whirl, faintly rolling over his retinas.

"Brother," he masochistically called the instigator, "Liang Cheng."

As if a thorn had been stuck in his throat, Liang Cheng didn't answer, went to pick up Qiao Yuanlin, took off his clothes and stuffed them under the quilt.

He went to the bathroom and twisted a hot towel, wiped Qiao Yuanlin's face and hair, and dipped into the bed to wipe his cold and greasy body, even his curled up toes.

Qiao Yuanlin lay crooked on the pillow, limp and pale, like a doll thrown in the mud in the field.

The thunderstorm outside the window, the funny snoring next door, the passengers and goods running on the highway at night, they are the only ones in the not-so-quiet room.

Qiao Yuanlin was not warm, his spine gradually bent and shrunk into a ball, Liang Cheng got up from the bed, he came back to life in an instant, but he stretched out his hand but found nothing.

There was some food on the table, Liang Cheng unpacked a box of instant noodles without the sauce packet, soaked them lightly and fed Qiao Yuanlin a few mouthfuls of hot soup.The face returned to blood, showing weakness and sickness.

Liang Cheng didn't eat a mouthful, he was wearing wet clothes, and he didn't intend to lie down on another moldy bed.He wiped away the moisture from Qiao Yuanlin's lips, and said: "It's going to be the night, go to sleep."

The desk lamp was turned off, Liang Chengjing sat by the bed and didn't go anywhere.

As if expecting Qiao Yuanlin to open his eyes, Liang Cheng stretched out his hand and covered Qiao Yuanlin's face. He was afraid of him, otherwise his eyelashes would tremble and make him itchy.

Was it this hand, holding the scalpel to kill someone, Qiao Yuanlin closed his eyes in pain, but in his mind was this hand reaching out to him and pressing on his chest.

Qiao Yuanlin got up wrapped in the quilt, threw Liang Cheng from behind and bowed slightly, he hugged him desperately, and buried Liang Cheng's back against his rain-soaked clothes.

Liang Cheng didn't push him away, and didn't say a word.

He squeezed his arms tightly and put his fist against Liang Cheng's heart, deceiving himself that he had caught something, maybe he was crying: "You saved me, you are not a bad person."

Liang Cheng touched a pack of cigarettes from the table, opened it and bit into one, the lighter's flame was too short to light up the tears in the corners of his eyes.The orange sparks flickered in the darkness, and he said hoarsely, "Lie down, don't catch a cold."

Qiao Yuanlin asked, "What else can I say?"

"Don't pick things up randomly, your immunity is already weak enough. Eat more, and try some snacks occasionally. Don't stay up too late in your studies. If you are too tired to be a minister, you will quit. It doesn't matter."

This is the tenderness after confessing everything, and the pity after smashing all illusions. Qiao Yuanlin's fear is like a frenzy, and he already has a premonition.

"Liang Cheng." He choked up, "You're leaving, aren't you?"