Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

In the cramped and narrow space, Jun Ziyou, whose vision was pitch black, blinked his eyes as hard as he could, trying to prevent his consciousness from being pulled out of his body with this instinctive movement.

He could hear the ethereal sound of blood dripping on the ground, and he could also feel the dizziness and stiffness of the body caused by blood loss.

He propped himself up and barely sat up, leaning against the wall and groping to bandage the new wound on his arm, biting one end of the black satin to tie the cloth tightly, temporarily suppressing the blood flow.

Just now, he only had the idea of ​​escaping, and he didn't think about how to get out later, so that he, a blind and disabled wounded man, was trapped here, waiting to die.

He felt that if he hadn't escaped just now, the first question King Han couldn't help asking him would be why Lin Xici would notice his behavior, and how did he know all this.

As long as King Han is willing to use his rusty brain, he will be able to think that he and his biological father have never met, and it is impossible to know the thoughts of the dead except for the way of dreaming, and all the clues reserved by that life are recorded. In "Wild Things", as long as you decipher it carefully, you will always find clues.

"...We are indeed father and son, and we are surprisingly similar. Even our addiction to gambling is exactly the same... Back then, you chose to trust me unconditionally because I was your flesh and blood, and your blood flowed in my bones. The same thing happened to you, and now I have inherited your arrogant self-confidence and bet all my life on him. If you still feel guilty about taking advantage of my life, then Keep me from seeing him before I die."

Before he fainted, he subconsciously uttered his inner voice: "This side... It's better to see death all the time, and never leave this life..."

He passed out just like that, trapped in the nightmare that had trapped him for a long time.

At first, this was a sweet dream. He seemed to have returned to the most worry-free time when he was accompanied by his father and brother. In the dream, the faces of the familiar adoptive father and immature brother were still clear, and even their smiles were deeply remembered.

Scenes of the past emerged before his eyes, and he, who was immersed in dreams, finally let go of all his restraint and pretense, and returned to his truest appearance in front of his loved ones.

He made many unreasonable demands, just like when he asked his adoptive father for the hottest and largest candied haws in the peddler's hands when he was young, he tried his best to beg, and when he got it, he was satisfied physically and mentally, and he would open his arms to ask his adoptive father. Pick yourself up and leave a wet saliva mark on the man's face.

He remembered very clearly that Jun Sigui never wiped away any traces he left on him, even if it was dirty and unclean in the eyes of others.

However, the soul in the young child in the dream has spanned 20 years, and the torment of the years has left obvious marks on his heart. This time, his rude desires are not limited to satisfying his appetite , He still has more truths he wants to know and is eager to find out.

"Dad, I thought... can I, ask you a question?"

In the fantasy dream, Jun Sigui's face was not covered by the thick fog, but still had a kind and gentle smile, "Yes, but there can only be one."

The gentleman wanders, he actually knows that this is a dream.

No matter what Jun Sigui answered, it was all speculation deep in his subconscious mind. He always got the answer that he wanted to know the most, but he didn't have the courage to prove it. He just needed to use that person's mouth to convince himself.

In contrast, he would rather...

In the dream, he felt his eye sockets wet, and subconsciously wiped his tears from the side. He didn't want to show his most vulnerable side in front of the person he cared about, so as not to increase his worries. tacit understanding.

"Ziyou, you have a lot of new injuries, let daddy take a look, does it hurt?" he heard the adoptive father say in his dream.

"No, it doesn't hurt." He hastily wiped away his tears and smiled, "Actually, I have a million doubts in my heart that I want to answer, but since you only promised one answer, then I will ask the question that is most important to me." .”

"Okay, no matter how cruel the reality is about this question, Dad will tell you the truth."

"Father... all these years, you and my father, down here... have you been doing well?"

As he asked these words, the warm spring-like dream was suddenly swept away by the soft wind.

He heard the answer that was blown to his ears by the breeze.

Jun Sigui said: "Okay. He, I, and everyone are having a good time."

Talking about "everyone", Junzi You burst into tears. He took Jun Sigui's hand and knelt down on the ground, trying to call his name again, but his voice was choked in his throat and was covered by sobs. Like a helpless child, he wanted to keep that person in such a ridiculous and pathetic way, but in his dream he was as powerless as in reality, unable to hold back that person's gradually blurred body, he could only watch him Slip through your fingers like quicksand.

"Father...Father, don't go, I haven't had time to ask you, do you hate that this life was wasted on us Lin and his son, and I didn't have time to tell you about the beloved man I was lucky enough to meet,...no It's too late to tell you... I miss you very much."

He curled himself up into a ball, thinking for a moment, it would be good to just suffocate in a dream like this, at least stay in the happiest time of his life, compared to experiencing eight hardships, the tortured reality is much better...

"Ziyou, they are living well under the spring, don't worry about them, I will accompany you in the future, no matter how difficult the road ahead, let's walk together."

He recognized Xiao Beicheng's familiar voice, leaned into that warm embrace, sobbed and nodded.

Only by that person's side can he be so at ease. I don't know when it has become normal for him to rely on Xiao Beicheng, and he can't help but think of the situation when he first met him.

He knew...he knew early on that this man would come to his door, and even used "King Jin" as a bait just to catch him. God knows how worried he was when he wanted to refuse but still welcome him. Be patient, just go back and not come back.

Fortunately... Fortunately, everything is as he wished, that person has been locked up by him, and he will never lose it again.

He clenched Xiao Beicheng's hand, but what he touched was only a handful of skinny bones.

He felt the pain... The pain spread from his chest to all his limbs, as if something had been pulled away, making him so painful that he had never felt such real pain in a dream.

He suddenly realized that he had lost the most important thing, which was hard-won. He had vowed to cherish his life.

"Clear... Jue, Qing Jue..."

He muttered and called, but suddenly fell into the bottomless abyss, trapped in the restlessness and fear of falling, and it was difficult to stabilize his mood.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the scolding accompanied by rumbling thunder. The familiar person was covered in blood, and seemed to be a carrion crawling out of the grave. Half of his face was destroyed, and his empty eyes stared at him. He stretched out his hands that were rotten to the bone and grabbed his neck, screaming and questioning in a stern voice: "Why did you hurt me! Junziyou, I gave you the best of everything, my heart and my heart I have given you all my love, but what do you give me in return? You unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, what am I in your heart? Is it just a tool that can be discarded at any time? Why don't you love me!!"

"No...no..."

He wanted to defend himself, but the words couldn't come out...

He saw the sharp dry bone piercing his own neck, and the blood spurted out and flowed down the man's rotten arm, reshaping the man's flesh like a miracle.

"Xiao Beicheng" looked in amazement at the hands that had been restored to their original shape after being bathed in his blood, bowed his head in ecstasy, and leaned in front of his bleeding wound, thirsting for the best medicine to redeem him. Speed ​​recovery visible to the naked eye.

He is Xiao Qingjue...he is not Xiao Qingjue either.

The gentleman wandered looking at the man who had drawn vitality from him, his eyes glowed with blood, and suddenly realized that his lover had indeed changed, but not only his lover had changed, but also... himself.

Countless dry bones in the depths of the abyss pulled the helpless Junziyou, trying to drag him into the boundless misery under the abyss. He let the dead souls who hadn't had time to save him drag him into the sea of ​​flames, floating in the ashes and mud, from his heart Instead, he spoke out his long-hidden heart.

He said: "No, Qingjue, no...I love you, love you..."

His dream made Xiao Beicheng, who finally found him, feel sore, he put his hand that was cold and stiff due to blood loss to his lips, and couldn't stop kissing him lightly.

"Ziyou, I'm sorry I'm late."

The man was still trapped in the nightmare, leaning on his shoulder, weeping weakly, always so well-behaved, never disturbing.

"He has a bad fever, get some warm water!"

However, when the water bowl was brought to his mouth, not a single drop could go in.

In a haze, Jun Ziyou opened his eyes, he seemed to see Xiao Beicheng's face clearly, and when he raised his head, his expression suddenly became serious.

Only this sentence, he asked very clearly: "Qing Jue, do you hate me?"

"How could I hate you? Don't think about it." Xiao Beicheng was in a hurry, and his tone was a little anxious, which made Junziyou, who was especially sensitive in the injury center, feel a little impatience.

He immediately softened his attitude and burst into tears. He said: "Qingjue, don't blame me, I never thought of hiding it from you, I really didn't..."

It was only then that he realized that Jun Ziyou's nightmare was not about him being used by others, the past of losing himself, nor the gloomy memories of falling into the hands of thieves, but himself.

——Why would he feel so deeply guilty about himself, obviously all of this has nothing to do with him, he is also a victim, but he feels so guilty for implicating himself...it shouldn't be like this.

"Ziyou, it's not your fault."

"Qing Jue, forgive me... Believe me, it's not me, it's really not..."

"I believe, Ziyou, Ziyou!"

The man gradually sank into the nightmare, and his eyes that were so clear for a moment dimmed, which shocked Jiang Yanqing who came to rescue him: "Wake him up! Don't let him sleep!!"

Jun Ziyou, who has been unable to control his consciousness to drift away from the edge of reason, sees darkness, faintly feeling that his time has come.

In the days before Jun Sigui's death, he often said that he saw the person he missed the most in his dreams. Now that he thinks about it, maybe it was Lin Xi's resignation.

If the reunion of an old man is a sign of impending death, how far is he from dying now? ……he does not know.

"Qing Jue, I'm sorry..." He said softly, "My father came to pick me up, I'm so tired, I want to go with him..."

"No, I want you to stay, I want you to stay for me!"

Regardless of Jiang Yanqing's obstruction, Xiao Beicheng supported Junziyou in his arms, pinched his chin to make him lift his head, and kissed him on the lips.

If I can't dispel your nightmare, at least I can wake you up.

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