blue marshmallow

He carried me down one floor, and when I passed the window sill on the fifth floor, I grabbed the hanging clothes hanger with my vigilant hands. After a sharp pain in my right hand, we were suspended in the air. I was so frightened that I broke out in cold sweat. Grasping the iron frame, I subconsciously grabbed something with my left hand. When I looked down, I grabbed the hem of his jacket.

After my body stopped swinging, the first sentence I said was: "Hold me, don't let go!" I was surprised by what I said, and I looked at him blankly, and he was also staring Looking at me, his hands have already let go of me, and the only thing connected between us is his clothes, which I hold tightly to.

"Xiao Xiang, Ah Hang..." Ah Zheng poked his head out from the rooftop, seeing us like this, he was relieved in anxiety, "Xiao Xiang, how are you?"

"I can still hold on, but Ah Hang can't, hurry up!"

"Wait for me, I'll be right here." He disappeared by the rooftop as he spoke.

As long as I know that he is there, I will feel extremely at ease in my heart, and I will definitely hold on.

Blood was already flowing from my right hand, dripping onto my face and body, dripping down from my eyes, I panted and looked down at Ahang, "Ahang, hold me, hurry up, hug me."

He didn't speak, just looked at me quietly.

I know that I should stabilize his emotions at this time, so I can't talk too much with him. I don't know how long I looked at each other. It slipped a little, and I couldn't catch him anymore.

"Ahang, give me your hand." Ah Zheng's figure flashed from the balcony on the fourth floor, and he stretched out his arms to pull Ahang's body.

"You really don't hate me?" He looked at me strangely and then at Ah Zheng.

"Don't hate, don't hate, hurry up, what time is it, hurry up and give Ah Zheng your hand!" I was in a hurry, my left hand was shaking uncontrollably due to fatigue, and I could vaguely hear the tearing of the cloth Hey, I really don't know if the hem of his clothes will break right away.

"Ahang, be obedient and give me your hand." Ah Zheng tried his best to pull Ahang, but it was still a little short, and the residents on the fourth floor followed anxiously on the balcony.

His left hand slowly reached into the pocket of his trousers, "Crack!" The orange flame was rekindled, and my eyes blinked in shock from the flames.

The air suddenly froze, Ah Zheng stretched out his hand and stood there in a daze, Ah Hang looked at me, we seemed to be waiting for each other's decision, whether to let go or ignite!

Sweat oozes from my forehead, and one hand bears the weight of two people. I have persisted for so long, and I have reached the limit, and now I have to risk being burned to death by him. As long as I let go, I will be safe, my His head turned quickly, he originally wanted to die with me, but now as long as he raises his hand a little higher, his wish will be fulfilled, will he do it?

I suddenly wanted to know the answer, I gritted my teeth, held back the pain of tearing nails and clenched my left hand, looking calmly into his eyes.

He looked at me in a daze for a while, then suddenly smiled, his distorted face was wrinkled because of that smile, but the whole face shone brightly, then he threw away the lighter in his hand and took it out from his pocket. One thing, before I could see it clearly, a ray of light flashed by, and I lightened my hand, "No, Ah Hang, don't!" Ah Zheng and I both yelled in horror.

"I wish you happiness!" He smiled and fell down, "Forgive me..."

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"Brother Xiaoxiang, are you afraid?"

I looked back at the bright sun outside the window, and sat sweetly and quietly in front of my hospital bed, imitating the appearance of adults comforting patients, stretching out my immature little hands to cover mine.

It has been more than a month since Ah Hang’s accident. I remember that Ah Zheng saved me and took me to the hospital immediately. He kept hugging me tightly and whispering in my ear, “It’s not your fault, no. your fault."

I wanted to smile at him, but the wound on my face had already dried up, and any slight expression would cause heart-piercing pain.

I can only hold his hand and put my head close to his chest.

He is still the same as before, staying with me in the hospital, Dahai and Xiaorui will often visit me, we have not said anything about this matter, we know that everything is in the past, the ending is cruel and bloody, but it is in the past after all.

I insisted on attending Ah Hang’s funeral. Not many people went there that day. He didn’t have any friends. I stared at his portrait for a long time with gauze wrapped around my face. In the photo, he was handsome and quiet, with talking eyes. Tell me, he longs for a beautiful love...

I remember a class teacher in high school once said: When you are young, you are allowed to make mistakes. Some mistakes can be turned back, but some mistakes have no way to turn back...