Thinking about how to break up every day [system]

With a slap, both of them were taken aback at the same time.

Shen Xiu tilted his head slightly, the residual pain on his cheek told him that the man he loved hit him.

"Go away, I don't want to see you."

Shen Xiu closed her eyes and stopped watching Song Qianyi's movements.

This action seemed to instantly consume the little bit of affection they had gotten along with each other carefully and silently.

Song Qianyi stared blankly at his palm, he hadn't recovered from the slap on Shen's sleeve.

He loved Shen Xiu more than his life, he did something humiliating to Shen Xiu, he beat him.

This matter made him unbearable, he would rather slap himself than suffer pain.

Now, he hit Shen Xiu.

Shen Xiu is just like him before.

Song Qianyi's inner anger was instantly taken over by panic.

When he was young, he left without looking back after suffering such a thing, and even got to know it with his own hands.

Shen Xiu is now facing the same situation as him, will Shen Xiu forgive herself?

I probably won't forgive him, after all, he has done so many things that hurt Shen Xiu.

Song Qianyi lowered her lips bit by bit mockingly.

This slap not only interrupted their friendship, but also completely awakened him from the nightmare.

All the processes were imagined by him, and it was also fueled by him to get to where he is today.

But hesitantly, he was blinded by anger and got out of hand.

He was the one who was most wrong in the whole thing.

Song Qianyi wanted to hug the kid who was huddled together, but in the end he could only stand here silently looking at the quilts.

Song Qianyi completely died down, and all his shrewd appearances could not go back.

His symptoms became severe again.

There is one thing about beating someone, and maybe his symptoms are severe and he will cause irreversible damage.

Shen Xiu is right, they really need to separate and calm down.

Song Qianyi stood here for several hours, and did not move his body until Shen Xiu finally fell asleep with steady breathing.

Song Qianyi's body, which had not moved for a long time, was stiff and numb, and Song Qianyi moved slowly while supporting the bedside table.

He lifted a corner of the quilt and looked at the place where he was beaten, and there was no trace of it.

Song Qianyi described Shen Xiu's appearance with pity and greed.

He looked fascinated, and Shen Xiu's appearance was reflected in his pupils.

Looking closely, the black and white eyeballs are still moist, showing a rare expression of fragility.

Like a caterpillar that had finally broken out of its cocoon and turned into a butterfly, it suddenly broke its wings and fell to the ground. It was even more miserable than a caterpillar.

Song Qianyi didn't go back until early in the morning.

He went to the yard, and the red roses in the yard bloomed wantonly and enthusiastically. As always, their love was hot and short.

Song Qianyi walked around the yard, bowing his head and looking for the most beautiful red rose among the flowers.

Rose thorns have always been merciless, and they are as sharp as knives when they touch the soft skin.

The drops of blood falling on the soil are good fertilizers.

Finally, Song Qianyi was devastated, holding a meal of the most beautiful roses in her blood-stained hands.

His trouser legs had even been torn into strips.

Song Qianyi put the flower into a vase, filled it with water, and placed the flower in front of Shen Xiu's door.

When the children find out that they can go out tomorrow, they should be very happy.

Song Qian also poked the petals of the rose petals, and kissed them tenderly.

Piously offer all your love and hatred.

When Song Qianyi returned to her room, the stars at night were twinkling extremely.

He didn't turn on the light, exactly the same as when Shen Xiu was sitting on the ground before.He slapped himself coldly, harder than Shen Xiu.

Then, he slapped nine more times.

His cheeks were already bulging, and the corner of his mouth was broken, bleeding out.

Song Qianyi didn't care, he was numb thinking about the pain.

Did Shen Xiu feel the same at that time?They enjoy the same pain, can it be counted as experiencing it together?

Take his wounds and walk where he walked.

He is willing to follow Shen Xiu's footsteps, regardless of life or death.

……

Shen Xiu hasn't seen Song Qianyi for the past few days. What's worth mentioning is that the silver chain that restrained his footsteps has become longer, and he can walk to the yard.

As long as the chain is not knotted, Shen Xiu can walk around in the small building at will.

The ingredients at home are all fresh and timely, and Shen Xiu can cook for himself.You can also watch TV on the sofa and play games.

The degree of freedom is very high, but no one is seen in the small building.

But there is still someone who puts a glass of tender milk in his room every night.

Shen Xiu didn't want to drink, but Song Qianyi begged him.

It is written in the form of a note.

Shen Xiu didn't refuse either, a glass of milk before going to bed can improve the quality of sleep, every time Shen Xiu drank it, he felt drowsy, and then slept until dawn without having a dream.

When I wake up, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and it is another refreshing moment in the morning.

One night after a week, just as Shen Xiu drank milk, he suddenly heard the sound of porcelain shattering in the living room.

Is it a thief?

Shen Xiu wanted to take a look, but when he got up, his mind was dizzy.

In the past, he would have thought it was the warm sleeping atmosphere after the warmth, but now he felt something was wrong.

It was obvious that his spirit had already become vigilant, but his eyelids became more and more difficult to open. He was exhausted and finally fell on the bed.

The thief is a thief. I checked the spot a few days ago and found that this two-story building was rarely lived in after it was bought. After finally going in, I found that someone lived in it.

After observing for a while, he found that the owner of this small building slept very regularly and would not wake up all night, so he was a good target for attack.

On this day, he stepped on the master's sleeping time to go in, and when he went in, he couldn't believe that he knocked over a vase.

He huddled behind the curtains in the living room and waited for a while, but there was no sound from the master bedroom in the room.

The thief thinks that the master is really big-hearted, and sleeps like a dead pig every day, so it should not be woken up by small movements.

The little thief let go of his movements, anyway, the master wouldn't wake up, so he didn't have to be so careful.

Even, he turned on the light, but drew the curtains on the bed.

He looked around and found that there were no valuable things, but some household products.

The thief sneaked up to the study room on the second floor, and when he passed the master bedroom, he bumped his butt with peace of mind and laughed twice.

Is it his pride that he is so bold in stealing, or is this unfortunate owner a pig?

When he opened the door and went in, he seemed to hear the sound of a cup falling to the ground.

The thief shook his head.

The pig was still soundly asleep, he must have been too careful and had auditory hallucinations.

The study room was full of books and materials, and the thief couldn't understand it. He rummaged through the box and finally found a small gift box in the locked drawer.

He opened it, and it was a ring studded with pink diamonds.

This time I made a lot of money.

The thief smiled triumphantly.

When he got back, he was laughing loudly in front of the master bedroom door, mocking the pig well.

Before the corner of his mouth could be bent down, he saw a figure through the reflection around the ring.

The little thief's pupils suddenly enlarged.

After a while, a small amount of blood sprayed onto the gift box next to the ring.

Song Qianyi fell to the ground in a daze. The man whose body was gradually getting cold gave a light snort.

He chose a method that was a bit troublesome and not easy to detect.

In the end, he flushed all the traces into the toilet, and wiped off the blood with a wooden face.

There was a lot of blood on his body, Song Qianyi took it off and burned it directly.

After dealing with it, he took the ring to the bedroom, frowned and hugged Shen Xiu back into the quilt, then put the ring on his ring finger, and leaned over to kiss again.

After kissing cherishingly for a long time, Song Qianyi got up to take a bath.

In the hazy bathroom, under Song Qianyi's flawless face, there were many scars on Song Qianyi's body, which were distributed in a staggered manner, and they were all new scars that had begun to scab.Many people have blood scabs that begin to loosen after soaking in hot water.

It hurts.

But it's just physical pain.

Stomach cramps from time to time.

His lips were pale, not much different from Shen Xiu who was on hunger strike back then, but he looked weaker.

He is repaying all the things Shen Xiu has done to himself.

In order to collapse later, Song Qianyi drank water and ate something so as not to starve to death.

After that, he left marks of knife after knife on his body like masochistic.

He dressed, mopped the bathroom floor, and went back to the basement.

The place where Shen Xiu used to stay has become his residence, but the things in the room still haven't moved a single bit.

Song Qianyi sat on the ground expressionlessly, staring at the wall without moving.

He stared at it all night.

He thought a lot that night.

For example, if Shen Xiu knew that something was added to the milk he drank every day, for example, Shen Xiu would be even more angry and hate him.For example, he no longer expects to be with Shen Xiu.

But he won't let go, even if he hides in the basement, Shen Xiu can't leave this small building, even if the two of them are in the same building, they can't see each other anyway.

He was like a mouse in the dark, only after Shen Xiu fell asleep did he go up to prepare food, supplement food, and then go to the rose bushes in the yard to daze.

Go back to the basement around dawn.

This cycle repeats.

Just as he thought, Shen Xiu discovered something was wrong the next morning.

But he didn't see Song Qianyi's people, nor did he see the usual milk at night.

It seems that Song Qianyi knew that he had found it, so he didn't send it.

That night, he waited in the room for a long, long time, and finally couldn't hold back and fell asleep. He didn't wait for Song Qianyi's figure, let alone an explanation.

When he woke up again, besides a splitting headache, he also had inexplicable thoughts that made him even more irritable.

For many days without seeing Song Qianyi, he was not relaxed, but his mood became more and more irritable, and his mood gradually became irritable.

What the hell is he doing?Throw yourself in this place and leave it alone?Isn't it morbid to imprison him?Why can't anyone see it?

Shenxiu low pressure lasted for several days.

He didn't believe that Song Qianyi would really leave.

Shen Xiu began to go to bed late, from early morning to two o'clock, four o'clock, and finally he didn't sleep all night.

The lights in the small building were brightly lit and had not been turned off all day.

Staying up late is followed by physical and mental exhaustion.

Shen Xiu was almost trapped on the sofa during the day.

But at night, he still lasted until dawn.

Song Qianyi stayed in the basement day after day, his body constantly fighting?It is suggested that he has not eaten for a long time, and he has already finished drinking water.

What's more, Shen Xiu's spirit is getting weaker and weaker day by day, and he will not be able to hold on anymore.

The two people didn't know what they were fighting for, one didn't sleep, and the other didn't show up.

This is Shen Xiu, who hasn't slept for two weeks, struggling as usual, but this time it's a little different.

Shen Xiu saw Song Qianyi.

Song Qianyi, who looked like a professor, was smiling at him and waving at him.

Shen Xiu murmured his name and flew over.

At the same time his tears were pouring out.

"Song Qianyi!"

He pounced.

In the end, he hit the coffee table and fell directly to the ground. His head and eyes were dizzy, his limbs hurt, and he lay on the ground unable to get up.

There was no Song Qianyi in the living room at all.

The person just now was imagined by him, but the dream was shattered.

The emotions finally broke down, and Shen Xiu sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Just like a child who has lost candy, imagines eating candy and tastes the sweetness, and suddenly finds that everything is his fantasy, and what he embraces is only the cold air.