my neighbour

do you like weekends

Like it or not?

I'm not crazy, I'm just curious.

I don't like weekends.

The sky turned gray, as if weighing overhead.The air was damp and suffocating, and my body became sticky.

I deliberately walked very slowly. The route from school to home is very simple, but I always like to take the farthest one.

Why don't you like weekends?

Because I have to stay at home these two days, I still prefer school to the depressing and scary atmosphere.Although the people here are a little naive and noisy, it's better than staying at home.

"Boom—"

Thick clouds rolled, and thunder suddenly struck.

I was taken aback, but didn't quicken my pace.

In the last week, I will graduate from this elementary school.Wang Hong at the next table always heard that her family bought a house in the urban area, with a small garden downstairs, convenient transportation and friendly neighbors.The most important thing is that you can study in the best junior high school in City A.

This is the first time I heard this saying, I always thought that I could escape here with my own efforts, but I didn't expect...

I really want to run away, but I have nowhere to go.

The heavy rain poured down, accompanied by the strong wind, which wet me almost instantly.

I had to pick up my pace, gradually changing to a trot.

I am not afraid of thunder and rain, but I am afraid that I will get sick in the rain, which will be very troublesome.

He took out the key in his bag to open the door. The old safety door needs to be pushed on his knees to fully open.Pushing open the door, the living room was pitch black.

The windows were closed and it was irritatingly stuffy.I was dripping water all over my body, and in such an environment, I suddenly felt extremely itchy all over.

I put down my schoolbag, tiptoed to the room on the left, pushed the door lightly and entered.

The strong smell of smoke filled the narrow and airtight space, but I have long been used to it.He went to the closet in the dark and gently opened the door, ready to take out the clean clothes.But I didn't expect that the moment I turned around, my calf hit a hard object. With a loud "bang", my whole body became stiff, and blood rushed to my cheeks.

I was completely gripped by fear.

The quilt on the bed beside him moved slightly, and then a man got out of it, turned on the light without saying a word, looked at the ashtray on the ground with his swollen eyes, and then at me.

"I... I'll sweep..." Before I could say the last word "sweep", a burst of irresistible force instantly knocked me to the ground. Before the pain was transmitted to the cerebral cortex, I jumped up almost subconsciously. , Grab the wet cigarette butt on the ground with your hand and put it in the ashtray.

I was overturned to the ground again, and I could feel the uneven touch on my scalp, which should be the sole of a slipper.

The door on the other side opened, and someone hurried out.

"Why did you hit her again?"

I looked up in horror.The man on top of the head stared angrily, his hands were clenched into fists, his teeth were clenched and his face was ashen and ferocious, he gritted his teeth and said, "Say one more word, believe it or not, I will kill you."

I don't remember much of what happened after that.

The dizziness lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening, and I was still wearing the school uniform, but the water on the school uniform was dried by the body temperature.I opened the door and went downstairs to buy some bread, but found that there was silence downstairs, and even the supermarket was closed.

Weary, he returned the same way, ignoring the laughter from behind, and walked into the dark stairs with heavy steps.

He clenched his lower lip tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

In the silence, it was almost painful to suffocate, but the corridor was always silent.

……

"Song Yin is so smart, he will definitely be admitted to University A." The deskmate teased me with a smile, but I was not interested in answering her words.

There are still 100 days before the college entrance examination, so I must seize all the time to study.This is my only chance.

chance to escape.

Days like an ascetic monk, walking with the sun and moon, and companions of wind and birds.I shut myself off and rarely even looked in the mirror.This feeling is very lonely, but also very happy.

It's just that when I wake up from a dream at midnight, tears will still flow down my face.

There is one unexpected thing.

The day before the college entrance examination, my deskmate suddenly called me out alone. I put down the English newspaper in my hand and got up to go to the appointment, but suddenly a soft kiss was printed on my lips.

I tilted my head slightly, surprised, puzzled, several emotions mixed together, and fell silent again.

"Did you not notice at all?" The tablemate grinned, but shed tears, "Be happy, Song Yin." She wanted to reach out to touch my cheek, but I dodged it slightly.My deskmate froze and passed me by.

I watched her leave, and a morning glory at my feet withered.

……

"I said, it should be enough for you, should I still serve it?" The tea on the table was still slowly smoking white smoke.The people on both sides of the table faced each other, and the air was stale and suffocating.

"I'm not your prisoner, is there such a force?"

"boom--"

I was startled by a loud noise, and the tea was spilled all over the table.

"Would you like to try it?"

The air became scorching hot.

"...It's easy to say, easy to say." The man smiled awkwardly, took the blue and white express envelope from the table, and handed it to the humane, "This should be enough to pay you, right?"

My body moved one step ahead of my thoughts, and I stepped forward to pounce on the envelope.

Can't... can't... can't...

Tears spilled on the envelope, staining an ugly little flower.

"I...I'll help you...and..." I raised my head with straight eyes, and said something that I regret for the rest of my life.

……

"Your face is really flattering." A cold hand caressed her upper cheek, and the delicate manicure with sharp edges slid across her face.

"I'm going to mark you so that I can recognize you when you grow up. Then you won't be able to escape."

The sharp touch is numb and dizzy like an electric shock.His heartbeat became very fast, and his vision trembled violently.I know, that's what it feels like to lose too much blood.

"Are you still deceiving yourself and others as a 'part-time job'? Song Yin, you're the one who sells it."

The cheek was slapped to one side, and the owner of the hand was careful not to scratch my face with his nails.

"Tell me, what are you?"

My jaw was pinched so hard that I had to raise my head.

How can I describe that face?

pure, beautiful...

Mingming smiles like an angel.

"I'm……"

"□□."

The memory began to break, and tears washed the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, revealing his crystal clear and fair skin.

Like a newborn.

……

"Song Yin, do you love me?"

"I love you."

The smoke of electronic cigarettes is lingering, and the shackles of the body are untied, passionate and sincere.

"Wow, that's so cool." The tender fingertips slowly touched the winding scar on his chest, and the laughter was pleasantly surprised and playful.

"Hush—" I raised my index finger and pressed it gently on my lips, "Love me well."

The tidal ups and downs are dizzying, and the painful and numb sensation is transmitted to the limbs, but it cannot reach the beating heart.

Close your eyes and feel the drowning despair.

The red rose with thorns blooms only to wither, indulge and sink, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Chapter24

Lin Wen felt that his brain was a little bit overwhelmed.

The amount of information is too large to be crammed into one brain.Originally, he just listened with a frown, but later, for some reason, tears flowed down his face.

Song Yin, on the other hand, looked very calm, and narrated in a straightforward manner, and when he talked about the extreme pain, he just stopped and smiled with embarrassment.Little did he know that this move hurt Lin Wen's heart even more.

But Song Yin didn't tell the truth 100%, she still had something to hide.

She didn't want her lover to hear the past that was as sticky and dark as sludge.All she needs to know is that.

Including those marks of shame, including her heart full of holes.

In fact, up to now, she still doesn't know if she can really fall in love with someone.She didn't know whether Lin Wen was just like a life-saving straw to her.She gets sustenance from her and can rely on.

She wasn't ready, she didn't have the courage to be completely open.

Tenderness is fascinating, but bitter tenderness makes people afraid to approach.

People only want to taste the frosting from the inside out, but they don't want to have a little bit of bitterness mixed in it.

Song Yin knew this well, so he didn't dare to take risks.

Lin Wen wiped the water from his face with his palm, and hugged Song Yin tightly in his arms: "I said before, you still have me, and I will face it with you."

Song Yin opened his eyes slightly, and a line of clear tears flowed from his pupils like ink.She rested her chin on Lin Wen's shoulder and smiled wearily.

Warm water pours down from the shower, wetting the body and dispelling fatigue.

Lin Wen wept silently.

Song Yin's deep words seemed to be implanted in her brain, playing them in a loop over and over again, making her extremely tired, painful, and sad.

Just thinking about it is a suffocating memory, and Lin Wen can't even imagine that this really happened.

The door behind him was suddenly pushed open, Lin Wen turned around in a bit of embarrassment, ignoring his red eyes, he stretched out his hand to cover Mao's body, and whispered: "...what's wrong?"

"Let's wash together." Song Yin's hair was a little disheveled, his lips were pale, and his voice was small.

Lin Wen was a little dazed, but when she came back to her senses, she realized that Song Yin had already walked in.The water vapor soon wet her thin shirt, and it stuck to her body wetly, and even her hair was gradually covered with fine water droplets.

This scene had a great impact on Lin Wen. Song Yin, who was covered in water vapor, looked even more charming with his sideburns sticking to the sides of his cheeks, like a "mermaid" that lures people to commit crimes, sexy, pure, fragile and dangerous.

The soft touch on the lips is cold and moist, and the lingering feeling between the teeth is tingling like an electric shock.

Song Yin guided Lin Wen's hand through her hair, put it on the delicate buckle behind her, and gently unfastened it.

The shirt soaked in water then slipped off, Lin Wen didn't know how to place his panicked gaze, and finally fixed it on the shocking scars.

The pink, raised scars "wriggled" up and down with the breathing, and looked particularly hideous on the snow-white skin.

Song Yin looks thin, but in fact his figure is very well-proportioned, with a slender waist, a flat lower abdomen, and even clear abs that are carved like a knife, but because his skin is too fair, it seems to be absent.

This should be a "work of art" that people are jealous of, but these ugly scars are added like white jade.

"This...is..." Lin Wen's voice trembled a little, and she restrained herself from reaching out her hand.

"This is what I am." Song Yin looked at Lin Wen calmly, but her eyes turned red, but the moment she lowered her eyes, a round teardrop fell on her collarbone and disappeared in the water.

Lin Wen finally stretched out his hand and put it on the scar lightly: "Does it hurt?"

"I don't remember." Song Yin shook her head clumsily, she pursed her lips and raised her head, her expression was a little nervous, like a child waiting for a test paper to be handed out, expecting and fearing the unknown score on the paper.

"Do you love me?"

He obviously doesn't believe in these hypocritical fairy tales the least, but he has an incomparable desire.

Lin Wen was a little dizzy. At this moment, she seemed to see the red roses in full bloom behind Song Yin, all of them were in full bloom, and the rich fragrance was fascinating.When she stepped forward to touch them, sharp thorns suddenly appeared on the bright red petals, but even so, she held them without hesitation.

The blood drips on the petals of the roses, which has a strange and poignant feeling.

The blooming of red roses will eventually wither, but some people are willing to nourish them with blood, so that this beauty can continue.