madness

Unsurprisingly, Su Zhiyun had a fight with Su Tianlin. This time, he completely angered Su Tianlin. When the two fought, the table was kicked over, and the rice bowl and soup spoon fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.

The back of Su Tianlin's hand was also scratched by the tiles, dripping blood dripping down, he grabbed Su Zhiyun's collar tightly, with a very ferocious expression on his face.

"Do you fucking feel that the whole world owes you, Su Zhiyun?"

Su Zhiyun felt that every bone in his body was pressed tightly by Su Tianlin, creaking and creaking. He didn't answer Su Tianlin's words, and he didn't even look at him, but didn't gather together, as if he was looking at something else through Su Tianlin thing.

"Su Zhiyun, Su Zhiyun, Su Zhiyun!"

Su Tianlin didn't know why he called this name repeatedly, he just hated Su Zhiyun's face that didn't care about anything, he almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Why are you showing such a half-dead look now?" expression?"

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

Every punch was exhausted, and Su Tianlin's finger bones ached. Seeing Su Zhiyun's indifferent face, he felt an inexplicable soreness in his chest.

Blood gushed out from the opponent's nose, and Su Tianlin felt a little tired, as if throwing away some garbage, he let go.

Su Zhiyun fell back to the ground with such a "bang", he didn't get up, but remained motionless, with blood dripping down his cheeks.

Su Zhiyun's nose was burning hot, and the viscous liquid flowed out continuously, and Su Tianlin's voice came from a distance, as if separated by a layer of soft water, cold and disgusted—"Why wasn't you the one who died? "

Like a loud bang.

Su Zhiyun trembled all over, his teeth chattering.

It wasn't until he heard a loud "bang" that the door was closed, and Su Tianlin turned around, only to realize that Su Zhiyun, who was lying on the ground, had disappeared without a trace.

Su Zhiyun ran away all the way, noticed other people's surprised eyes, went to the supermarket to buy a pack of napkins, and wiped off the nosebleed on his cheeks indiscriminately, but it was rough and not careful, leaving some dry dark spots mark.

It was cold outside and the sky was a hazy gray.

Su Zhiyun sat for a while at the station not far from home, staring at the passing vehicles.After feeling as if the bleeding was gone, I tore out the paper from my nose and threw it into the trash can, and got on a bus with the crowd.

There weren't too many people in the car, so Su Zhiyun found a seat and sat down. He put on his earphones and opened the window. The cold wind suddenly blew in, messing up his hair and making his cheeks sore.

Those noisy, noisy, noisy voices are still in my ears.

The heart suddenly tightened.

Plop, plop, plop.

Poor blood circulation.

Countless emotions surged up, overwhelming the sky.

There was a little girl with ponytails lying on the seat in front of her, looking at Su Zhiyun curiously with her big bright eyes.

The wet eyelashes fluttered.

Can't remember.

The overwhelming sourness was stuck in his throat, and he was about to gushe out.

Can't remember.

Bright red, naked, white, broken, colorful, colorful.

Can't remember.

A necklace was held in small, curled hands.

Can't remember.

Su Zhiyun covered his mouth, staggered out of the car at the nearest station, and threw up beside the trash can.

Unable to tell whether the vomiting was the sequelae of motion sickness or something else, Su Zhiyun's face was pale, his hair soaked in cold sweat, sticking to his cheeks, and his whole body went limp while leaning on the wall.

It took a while for Su Zhiyun to withdraw from the extreme dizziness and nausea, and his vision gradually changed from pitch black to colorful pixels, and then gradually became clear.

At the crowded station, everyone looked here and whispered.

"what happened?"

"Is he all right?"

"Are you feeling unwell, do you want to call 120?"

"You look so ugly."

The noisy voice, like a raging tide, suddenly submerged him, and the feeling of suffocation that could not breathe came to his face again.

Su Zhiyun left the station and unknowingly came to the entrance of a supermarket.

A drop of rain suddenly fell from the sky, dripping down his cheeks, it was bitingly cold.

With a "wow", the light rain turned into heavy rain.

Su Zhiyun hid from the rain under the newsstand.

In the distance are frightened and scattered crowds.

The owner of the newsstand is an old man wearing glasses, smiling, and very amiable. He pointed to Su Zhiyun's shoulder that was exposed halfway outside: "Little friend, come in a little bit, your clothes will get wet, and you'll catch a cold when it's so cold." Not good."

The boss was very enthusiastic, chatting with Su Zhiyun casually, and was pleasantly surprised after knowing that he was a student of No. [-] Middle School: "Then you must have good grades, and No. [-] Middle School of the City is a key high school."

"My grades are mediocre, it's just luck."

The rain didn't seem to be weakening in the slightest. The water droplets splashed onto Su Zhiyun's white sneakers, and he put them in a little bit. The rainwater seeped in through the gaps and wet the socks.

"Did you quarrel with your family?"

The sky was gray, and the wind was turbulent and turbulent. In the wet and heavy rain, Su Zhiyun didn't speak.

"Shouldn't the wound on the face be dealt with? It's better to tell the family if there is anything. Parents will never become the enemy of the child." The old man chattered while flipping through the newspaper: "Actually, there are Sometimes they discipline you for your own good, if it wasn't for their own children, they wouldn't bother so much."

The asphalt road was soaked by the rain, and it became a kind of deep black that was almost black, and the uneven places would accumulate into a small puddle, reflecting the gray sky.

Su Zhiyun saw a pair of white sneakers gradually approaching, and then stopped in front of him without a sound.

The black umbrella was lifted up, first revealing a left hand, very beautiful, loosely held, no raised veins, with a flickering cigarette between the fingertips.

A wisp of white smoke escaped from the corner of his lips.

"Gu Zehuan."

Seeing that face, Su Zhiyun muttered to himself.

Gu Zehuan put the umbrella away and lightly dusted the cigarette in his hand. The last bit of bright red ash fell to his feet and disappeared without a sound.

Most of Su Zhiyun's body was wet, like a wet little animal.

"Let's go."

He held up the umbrella, speaking lightly.

"Don't you have nowhere to go? Go to my house."

Gu Zehuan held up the umbrella and looked back at Su Zhiyun. His eyes were dark and gloomy.

That black umbrella looks big enough for two people.

After a while, Su Zhiyun quietly got under his umbrella.

This is the second time that Su Zhiyun came to Gu Zehuan's house. Walking through the overgrown courtyard, he could see colorful clothes hanging under the eaves. The rainstorm just now made the water drip down and wet the ground.

Gu Zehuan put away the umbrella, and the dripping drops of water fell all the way along with the pace of his movements.

Su Zhiyun walked behind him, step by step, silent.

Probably because it is the rainy season recently, there is a damp musty smell in the stairwell, mixed with dust, overwhelming.

The two came to the third floor together. Su Zhiyun saw Gu Zehuan pause at the door for a while, then bent down, and picked up a snow-white envelope from under his feet.

The envelope was not opened by Gu Zehuan, but was thrown into the trash can at the door.

The dim and yellow lights reflected the furnishings in the living room, and the environment inside the house was almost the same as last time.

Su Zhiyun's hair was wet from the rain, sticking to his washed-white cheeks, and shiny earrings were exposed from between the strands of hair, it looked like his whole body was drenched with water.

It wasn't cold in the room, Gu Zehuan took off his coat after entering the door, and only wore the black sweater inside, the neckline was a bit too big, and he could see a silver nail on the back of his snow-white neck, which looked very cold, flowing a little Light.

Su Zhiyun sat on the sofa without saying a word. He stuffed the wet socks back into his shoes, and his exposed ankles were covered with water vapor, which soon turned red from the low temperature.

It's cold.

He still sat there, motionless in his rain-soaked coat.

Gu Zehuan walked into the kitchen, boiled a pot of boiling water, found two packs of instant milk tea from the cabinet, and added too much sugar to one of the cups.

He handed Su Zhiyun a mug and a towel.

"There are no new towels at home, you will use them later."

The mug is printed with a cute cartoon pattern, and the scorching heat seeps through the wall of the mug, making the palm of your hand feel hot when you iron it.

The milk tea has a very sweet and greasy vanilla flavor, and it can be tasted that a lot of cheap creamer has been added.

There was silence in the room, neither of them spoke, and it was still raining outside, pattering.

"Don't you need to deal with the wound on your face?"

Gu Zehuan said.

The fingertips landed on the burning bruised wound.

The cold snow melted into water, producing an almost shuddering itching.

The other party moved closer, as if observing the injury.

I can smell a little smell that belongs to Gu Zehuan, it's close at hand.

He found the medicine box from the drawer, and wiped and cleaned the wound on the corner of Su Zhiyun's eye with a cotton swab soaked in iodophor.

Everything around him boiled again unknowingly, as if boiling water made noises without warning.

The heart in the chest was pounding, and the blood gradually warmed up in the sweet vanilla scent.

Gradually, it was called a high fever wrap, and the skin that was touched also had a fever.

Su Zhiyun heard his own noisy, hopeless heartbeat, pounding, and he suddenly squeezed the hand that Gu Zehuan extended, and the cotton swab fell off from the other hand because of too much force.

Gu Zehuan's fingers were very cold, as if he was holding a piece of ice, his teeth were shaking from the cold.

Su Zhiyun muttered to himself, his voice almost inaudible: "Why did you appear..."

No one answered.

Under the dim light, Gu Zehuan's lips were a dazzling red of fudge. He stared at himself, just like Su Zhiyun's imagination - his expression was calm, like a statue in a temple, beautiful, calm, eternal.

Same as usual.

Su Zhiyun's eyes were filled with an icy gale, and the cold air was overflowing, and it seemed that there was a kind of overwhelming, almost hysterical madness.

"I hate you."

He said so, then grabbed Gu Zehuan by the collar, pushed him against the wall, and bit him fiercely like a wild beast.

I tasted the sweet and greasy fishy smell between the lips and teeth.

Su Zhiyun sucked the wound on the corner of Gu Zehuan's lips, but his eyes were red.

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