madness

Su Zhiyun was woken up by the roar of thunder, the room was dark, and the heavy rain made the windows crackle. He sat up on the sofa, the blanket slipped from his shoulder blades, and his consciousness was hazy.

Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" was playing on the TV, the sound was turned down very low, and the dialogue of the characters was blurred by the sound of rain.

At the age of 22, Xiao Lizi was unparalleled in the world. The shimmering pool reflected on his cheeks, mottled like mountain snow, was the lover of dreams who would cause girls to commotion and sigh as they walked by the beach inadvertently.

Gu Zehuan hadn't slept yet, and sat with his legs bent in front of the sofa. The reflection of the TV fell on his face, making his eyes dimly lit, and there was a layer of fallen soot and candy packaging beside the coke can.

Several test papers and test questions were spread out on the table.

It's hard to tell if he's actually watching TV, or if he's just passing the time with a snack.

Su Zhiyun looked at it for a while, then muttered to himself: "It's incredible."

Gu Zehuan asked: "How incredible?"

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, heavy rain poured down, and the wind blew so hard that the railings outside the tube building creaked. Su Zhiyun was silent for a while: "Sitting on the sofa with the two of you and watching a movie together like this, you don't act annoying... ..."

Gu Zehuan didn't speak, and his eyelashes drooped down.

"Then how do you think I should react?"

Su Zhiyun just woke up, his mind was still a little confused, he took out his phone and looked at it, and found that he had only slept for four hours.

It's three o'clock in the morning.

He rolled up the quilt and sat next to Gu Zehuan, picked up another unfinished bottle of Coke on the table, took a sip, and used his unresponsive mind to think about Gu Zehuan's question just now.

The bubbles of carbonated drinks are the soul, and it is obvious that the can of carbonated drinks in his hand has lost its soul.

"I don't know, you usually look more sharp-edged, take everyone's likes for granted, and don't care what other people think at all."

For a long time, Su Zhiyun talked to himself.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep with someone around me."

Gu Zehuan said.

Why can't someone fall asleep around me?

The sound of the TV was very subtle, mixed with the pattering rain outside the window, it became a lullaby, Gu Zehuan didn't speak, everything was silent.

Drowsiness produces overwhelming fatigue.

Su Zhiyun was so dull that he didn't have time to think, his eyes blinked less and less frequently, and gradually closed.

The rain outside the window continued unabated, Su Zhiyun slowly leaned against Gu Zehuan's body, and a piece of the blanket slipped from his hands.

The dim light of the TV was reflected on Gu Zehuan's face, he quietly took a sip of Coke, grabbed the blanket, and covered Su Zhiyun's shoulders.

……

It was past nine o'clock in the morning when I woke up again the next day, and the sky outside was still gloomy, and there was no light in the room, and it was gray.

Su Zhiyun tied her hair sleepily in front of the mirror.

There are two blue toothbrushes and water cups of the same style on the washbasin. To distinguish them, they are labeled with their names.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he pushed open the door and walked out. He saw Gu Zehuan leaning on the railing outside, his hair was disheveled by the wind, his baggy shirt was bulging, and he was holding a bag between his slightly bent fingers. Sugar, Ambilight.

The 17-year-old Gu Zehuan, just like the little plum who plays Romeo and Juliet, is invincible in the world.

Hearing the sound in the room, he turned his head slightly and raised his hand.

The shiny crystal landed precisely in the palm of his hand, and Su Zhiyun realized that it was a piece of candy.

An orange candy is exactly the same as the candy I bought to make origami cranes.

Gu Zehuan said: "Let's go when you wake up."

Su Zhiyun asked, "Where are you going?"

Gu Zehuan took the umbrella from behind the door and turned off the lights.

"Go to breakfast."

Breakfast was wontons. Gu Zehuan obviously knew the old city area very well, so he led Su Zhiyun to a noodle shop in the corner with ease.

The noodle shop is full of people, and there is an endless stream of customers coming and going. Steam is rising from the huge iron bucket, and the room is filled with the unique aroma of pasta.

The proprietress is a middle-aged woman in her forties, born very blessed, kind-hearted, round and jade-like. When she saw Gu Zehuan, she smiled and waved: "Come here, Huanzi, today I have your favorite shrimp wontons, which just haven't been sold yet." It's over. Did you bring friends here today?"

Gu Zehuan let out a "hmm".

In the small shop less than ten square meters, only a low-wattage lamp was installed, which made the shop groggy. The tables and stools were soaked in oil and water for many years. membrane.

The two of them were lucky when they came. They happened to meet a table of guests who got up after eating. The boss quickly greeted the two of them to sit down, wiped the table with a rag, and handed over a greasy menu.

Su Zhiyun hesitated for a while, then followed Gu Zehuan to order a large bowl of wontons.

The rain has stopped, and there are still many puddles on the uneven concrete floor, reflecting a gray sky like a mirror.

Migrant workers who couldn't find a place outside the door squatted on the door frame holding ceramic bowls to eat, sweating profusely from eating.

"Feel weird?"

Gu Zehuan asked.

Su Zhiyun hurriedly withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "No."

"Little Master."

Gu Zehuan said.

Su Zhiyun pursed his lips tightly.

The wontons came out quickly. The skin was thin and the stuffing was big, and the soup was so fresh that people could eat it with their tongues. Su Zhiyun was afraid of being hot and hot, and after eating half a bowl slowly, a layer of heat appeared on his forehead. Sweating profusely.

Gu Zehuan had already finished eating, and was sitting on the side smoking a cigarette. He had slender fingers and bright orange clothes, but he looked cold. When he lowered his head, the smoke floated upwards, wisps of smoke.

Su Zhiyun's fingertips became hot from eating, so he stood up and prepared to pay.

The boss waved his hand aside: "Huanzai paid."

Su Zhiyun was taken aback.

It happened to be raining when we left the store, and Gu Zehuan's cell phone rang suddenly, so he handed the umbrella to Su Zhiyun and answered the phone.

Gu Zehuan looked up at the sign of the wonton shop, and repeated it on the phone.

"I'm here at Laojiu Wonton, um, I see, come here."

Seeing that Gu Zehuan hung up the phone, Su Zhiyun said, "What's wrong?"

Gu Zehuan just put the phone into his pocket: "My mother asked me to go out with her this afternoon."

Su Zhiyun was silent, bowed his head in silence, suddenly felt his palm heavy, and found that there was an extra string of thin keychains.

Gu Zehuan handed him the key with the same expression as when he handed the candy earlier.

"I'll give you the key first, I may have to come back later."

Su Zhiyun saw Gu Zehuan's mother in the drizzle, wearing a tight black dress, high heels, and a white plain flower pinned to her chest.

This is a woman who looks a bit haggard but still has charm, and can even be said to be very beautiful, but compared to the passionate and bright Li Yanjiao, she is weaker, like a dodder that needs to cling to others to grow silk flower.

Gu Zehuan took the umbrella that his mother was holding, and left without haste.

Su Zhiyun stood at the door of the store for a while, the key in his hand was heavy.

Gu Zehuan's figure became smaller and smaller until he completely disappeared into the rain and fog.

The lady proprietress of the wonton shop kindly reminded the silent boy standing under the eaves: "Handsome guy, it's raining harder and harder, don't you go home? Or sit in the shop for a while to avoid the rain?"

The cold piece of iron made Gu Zehuan's body warm and slightly hot. Su Zhiyun held the key tightly, and his brows and eyes relaxed a little: "No, I'll go home later."

It started to rain heavily halfway, and Su Zhiyun was drenched all over. He went upstairs, put the umbrella by the door, and opened the door with the key to enter.

A dim light was turned on in the room, and the wet Su Zhiyun sat on the sofa.

On the table were Gu Zehuan's leftover cigarette butts and candy wrappers from last night, and empty coke cans were also scattered around.

The key in the palm of his hand was so wet from the rain that it shone brightly, and Su Zhiyun saw the god without knowing it.

This is the first time Su Zhiyun got the key.

It's not what you want, it's what someone else gives you.

Su Zhiyun once wanted a key very much when he was a child.

He thinks that it can be anywhere, anyone can be.

"I want to have a key to the house."

He said so to Li Yanjiao.

Li Yanjiao felt that he was acting on a whim: "What do you need the key for? It's not like no one at home will open the door for you. What a trouble if you lose it."

The curly-haired little Teddy shook his head and brushed against Su Zhiyun's ankle, circling around the hostess' calf, acting coquettishly.

Li Yanjiao picked up the little teddy, her brows that were originally frowning relaxed, showing a little smile: "What's the matter with Lele? Do you want to eat?"

The little Teddy yelled "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" with a human-like human nature, and Li Yanjiao became more and more open-eyed.

"Mom, let's cook for Lele. Is Lele hungry?"

The sound of Li Yanjiao's footsteps went further and further away.

Later, Su Zhiyun bought a lot of locks, locked the door, locked the drawers, and locked the small box where the diary was kept, so that he could have many keys.

There was a vibration from the phone in his pocket.

Su Zhiyun withdrew from the memory, swiped to answer: "Hello."

"Sorry, I went out with some friends last night and got drunk, so I didn't see your phone."

Cui Ming just woke up from a hangover, and when he turned on his phone, he saw the missed calls from Su Zhiyun at ten o'clock last night, which made him quite annoyed.

Su Zhiyun easily refused to call himself.

Cui Ming hesitated for a while, then hesitantly asked: "Did something happen last night?"

Su Zhiyun was lying on the sofa, the chandelier was flickering, and the moths were flying around. The rainy season was humid, and everything was covered in steaming steam.

After leaving home last night, Su Zhiyun stopped on the road for a long time. He opened the address book, and there were only a few lonely names in the contacts.

After hesitating for a while, Su Zhiyun called Cui Ming.

"Dudu-"

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later..."

The fluttering moth bumped into the chandelier, and suddenly fell down with a "click".

Words that miss time, encounters that miss time, are like bread sold in a supermarket, after the best consumption period, you lose the mood to explain again.

"Nothing, just want to ask if you have any good movies to pass the time."

Cui Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "What kind of movie do you want to watch?"

Su Zhiyun thought for a while, and then said: "Whatever, I want to watch something more exciting and thrilling."

Cui Ming recommended several Hong Kong horror movies from the 90s and [-]s to him. Su Zhiyun found them from Gu Zehuan's thick discs, and spent the afternoon soaking in those weird and beautiful stories.

At seven o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, Gu Zehuan didn't come back.

Ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock—there was a knock on the iron gate.

Su Zhiyun opened the door and saw Gu Zehuan standing in front of him. He looked like a Cinderella who had lost her magic after midnight. His tattered clothes and bruises all over his body had nothing to do with his high spirits during the day. Bleeding out.

"I am back."

He said so to Su Zhiyun.

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