madness

A strong desire for a particular object blinds the soul to all the rest.

——[Ancient Greece] Democritus

Winter passed by in a blink of an eye, summer came, winter slipped away again, summer chased her tail and danced behind her, and a Jisang flower bloomed from the bright orange shoelace.

The snow was melting into wet sweat.

Cicada called outside.

Frogs and cicadas make noise.

Everything grows.

This is the second summer.

Some trivial things happened in the second year of high school. Su Tianhe, who is in the third year of high school, is about to take the college entrance examination. Everyone in the family is tense. Aunt Wang even puts the cup gently, for fear of disturbing the other party.

Su Zhiyun hated the atmosphere like facing an enemy, like a pool of stagnant water, gloomy and deep.

The little fat man lost track of him after the new year, and the address he had left was empty, with a seal on the door. After inquiring, he found out that not long after his father passed away, his mother was also deceived by his lover and went bankrupt.

The second new year came, and the first snow fell, but Su Zhiyun still didn't get through to the little fat man.

Su Zhiyun put the perfunctory greeting card with Santa Claus in the cabinet and locked it up.

The name Li Zixun was never mentioned again.

Gu Zehuan was no different from usual, while Cui Qingqing lamented the abnormality of mathematics, physics and chemistry, lowered her head and wrote quickly, biting the pen and thinking hard.

Su Zhiyun said: "It would have been better not to take science classes at the beginning."

Cui Qingqing took it for granted: "But you all chose science classes."

"There's no need to force yourself to do something you're not good at."

Cui Qingqing laughed twice, but did not speak.

It seems a little helpless, a little speechless.

When she was facing Su Zhiyun, she always exuded a soft warmth, and when she laughed, her dimples rolled around, filled with little beads of sweat, and even the tiny hairs on her cheeks were shining.

Even if you want to say it, you don't say it, and you don't answer it if you can.

Even if the girl's thoughts are not put into her mouth, they will be like the wind passing through the forest, sweeping the fragrance of quietly growing roses and bringing them to every corner.

It's just that the young man is so dull that it's unimaginable, every nerve ending in him is connected to another young man who has nothing to do with it, and he can't tell the other thoughts.

"Crash" sounded.

The leaves rustled.

Today is still a cloudless good weather.

Su Zhiyun bowed his head to write, and Cui Qingqing chattered beside him. She grabbed Su Zhiyun's wrist and drew a small pink flower on it with a marker.

Crooked, like a child's masterpiece.

Su Zhiyun glanced at it, and said bluntly: "It's not good-looking."

Cui Qingqing stuck out her tongue: "I didn't draw it because it looks good."

Su Zhiyun showed a confused look when he heard the words, as if he couldn't understand.

His eyes fell on his wrist, staring blankly at the poorly painted little flower.

Would Gu Zehuan do such a boring and unreasonable thing?

This thought appeared without warning, like a bubble popping out of carbonated soda, shattering on the tip of the tongue, causing a commotion in the chest.

Gu Zehuan lowered his head and sorted out his notes, concentrating on it.

The sleeves are white, and the breath is fragrant, which makes people's heart beat.

It seems that there is a seed of eustoma stationed in Su Zhiyun's chest, quietly growing, reciprocating, and beating together with the heart, to bloom bright and warm flowers in the bubbling lemonade in summer.

It's a teenager's heart that has nowhere to tell, and it comes from a first love story that doesn't make sense.

The class bell finally rang, and Cui Qingqing got up reluctantly. Before that, she painted the last leaf on the flower.

The clouds outside the window are sweet and milky white, one after another, floating softly in the sky, and when the wind blows, they are pulled around and fled around, showing a cute smiling face. The teacher finally wore high heels and a long skirt Long overdue.

At that time, the temperature had reached a frightening 37 degrees. Su Zhiyun was sweating wet in the scorching air, and had no intention of attending classes.

The tip of the pen drew a black mark on the paper. Unfortunately, the physics teacher was stuck in the road during this class, and the Chinese teacher took the class instead.

The Chinese teacher has a sweet voice and is wearing a floral dress with a graceful figure, reflecting the swaying trees.

Hearing the complicated and lengthy classical Chinese texts made my mind feel chaotic and drowsy.

In the summer afternoon, drowsiness strikes violently, and cicadas sing loudly.

Just sleep for a while.

He lowered his head gradually, like a feathered ostrich about to plunge itself into the hot sand.

But can't sleep.

Undoubtedly, irredeemably.

Sticky sweat drenched the snow-white clothes, and the boy's sky-blue sleeves seemed to be filled with lake water.

Cui Qingqing's voice rang in her ears again. The eccentric girl seemed to possess incredible magic and could know everything—"This Sunday is Gu Zehuan's birthday."

What should Gu Zehuan get for his birthday?

The brain is blank.

The scorching heat gradually eroded the blank part of the entire brain, gnawed away the flesh and blood, and produced a cocoon.

Have no idea.

Su Zhiyun plunged into the mountain of exercise books and gave up struggling.

……

Human desires mostly come from instinct, but Gu Zehuan seems to be very calm, no one knows what he is thinking.He is a product of pure natural contradictions, dissolute and pure, white and filthy, floating down to the mortal world, and everyone flocks to kneel at his feet, vying to kiss his toes.

That's an innate attraction that doesn't make sense.

Apart from knowing that the only preference of the other party is different from that of ordinary people, I don't know anything else.

In fact, Su Zhiyun doesn't pay much attention to birthdays. He is a person who lacks a sense of ritual, and there is no romantic gene in his bones. To him, most festivals are just insignificant words on the calendar.

He vaguely felt that Gu Zehuan was also such a person.

This feeling probably stems from the occasional lack of interest and carelessness on Gu Zehuan's face.

If you have to say it, Su Zhiyun will dirtyly imagine that look as burnout after experiencing the cloud and rain. He is a ghostly boy hidden in a deep cabinet by a lady. He will kiss your fingers with bright nails and kneel down to sniff Smelling the aroma of your hair on your cuffs will compliment your unparalleled beauty.

The only thing is that they won't be sincere and tender.

Su Zhiyun couldn't imagine the other party's affectionate appearance.

The god's mansion suddenly descended to the mortal world and gave birth to mediocre troubles, which dazzled his eyes with emotions and desires, struggled in the world of mortals, could not come out of the world, and broke the rules and regulations of his body.

It's a pity that it turned out to be dull in the end.

It's just a story in the storybook.

he thought.

Today is Sunday.

Su Zhiyun washed a box of cherry tomatoes, and the bright red and bright fruits rolled over several times in the water. Su Zhiyun picked one out, put it in his mouth and bit it open, and tasted the sweet and sour juice.

Cui Qingqing offered to go shopping with her little sister on the weekend after she separated after tutoring on Saturday, and she winked playfully at Su Zhiyun before leaving.

It's just that the young man is destined to fail her painstaking efforts.

Su Zhiyun didn't prepare any presents, he scooped up the washed cherry tomatoes, dripped wet from the fruit basket, and drenched all the way.

The sky is white, the walls are yellowish, and there are a few bloody screams from the old TV. Watching horror movies in the summer afternoon does have a kind of heart-wrenching chill.

Gu Zehuan slowly swallowed a few ice creams, the water stains dyed his plump lips brightly, and the breath he exhaled was the sweet and greasy taste of animal cream.

Su Zhiyun resisted the urge to reach out and wipe off the juice from the corner of his mouth: "Happy birthday."

Gu Zehuan's movements froze for a moment, and he turned his head slightly, his long and thin eyelashes, like a fluttering butterfly, gave birth to a turbulent snowfall from his loose and swaying pure white collar.

The fan in the room was still blowing, and the curtains were half blown by the wind, swaying.

There is also a little taste of chestnut cake, which is sweet.

After a while, Gu Zehuan asked, "Shouldn't you prepare some presents for my birthday?"

"I don't think you're missing anything."

Gu Zehuan stopped talking. He lowered his head and bit a popsicle, revealing a piece of bright skin from his collar. Sweat and sunlight kissed his chest. The color flowed before Su Zhiyun's eyes, like a brook, silently flowing into his heart. , Burning people's chest hot.

Su Zhiyun turned his eyes away, and said sullenly again: "But if you have anything else you want, you can tell me."

Gu Zehuan ate the last bite of the popsicle, and threw the plastic bag and wooden stick into the trash can beside him: "Didn't you make a cake?"

Su Zhiyun was stunned, as if the other party didn't see it, he pointed to the backpack behind him.

"Just put it there."

Gu Zehuan bent down slightly, ready to get up.

Su Zhiyun's mind was blank, everything was silent, his body made a judgment before his brain, and rushed over.

After a period of turmoil, the tablecloth was also thrown off, and countless books fell from the table.

The boy's movements can be said to be in a hurry, a layer of dull red rose from his neck, and it was growing wildly and recklessly.

"How did you know?"

Su Zhiyun restrained Gu Zehuan with as much strength as a bull, and he could almost hear the bone rubbing against the floor, moaning in pain.

Gu Zehuan's eyelashes fluttered twice, and the shoulder blades suppressed by him spread soreness and pain: "I can smell it."

Su Zhiyun's chest was full of gloom, he was shocked and ashamed, he was planning to make a birthday cake by himself, but the difficulty of the chestnut cake was beyond the tolerance of the kitchen rookie, and what he made in the end was appalling.

He didn't even have the courage to show it to Gu Zehuan.

It happened that the other party found out.

He couldn't speak, his head was buzzing, and the overwhelming shame eroded all his sanity.

Gu Zehuan raised one hand and grabbed the burning red tip of the ear. It was hot, hot, and soft, but the earring was cold, so that the fingertips were cold.

The overwhelming redness spread over Su Zhiyun's body, and from him exuded a kind of sweetness exclusive to the flowering of plants, and also diffused strands of contradictory greenness.

The love of a 17-year-old boy.

Involuntarily, obviously.

"The letters on your earrings are my initials."

Gu Zehuan said.

And Su Zhiyun's eyes reflected Gu Zehuan's face, and only his face.

Dire situation.

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