madness

A crescent moon rises from the corner, reflected in the sewage, it is bright and white.

Gu Zehuan looked at Su Zhiyun with lowered eyelashes, and his whole body trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of pain.

This is very strange.

"It's not that you're injured, why are you shaking?"

Su Zhiyun's fingertips didn't touch those fresh scars, but slid over them, and stopped at those mottled, zigzag and winding places. There were many old scars, densely packed, stacked and staggered back and forth.

Before this, Su Zhiyun never knew that Gu Zehuan had so many old wounds on his body. According to the depth of the wounds and the scars that have not receded after healing, he can guess that it should have been there a long time ago.

Gu Zehuan's skin was shining under the light, like a handful of white fish in his palm, he gathered up the shirt that had slipped down in Su Zhiyun's silence.

Cotton swabs and medicines are scattered in the open medicine box on the side.

The cut on Gu Zehuan's elbow was stained with potion, and it became a deep red color.

"Who did this injury?"

"You said the past, or the present."

Gu Zehuan spoke lightly.

This seemingly indifferent tone suddenly made Su Zhiyun feel a little uncomfortable.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

Gu Zehuan stopped applying the medicine, there was no wind at night, and there was only rain outside the window, and it was raining heavily.

"Then you usually don't feel pain when you get hurt because of me?"

Su Zhiyun was silent.

"These previous injuries... are your mother's?"

For a long time, he asked.

Gu Zehuan said, "It's the teacher."

Su Zhiyun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask, but he didn't know if it would annoy Gu Zehuan, so he could only curl himself up into a small shadow.

He didn't know what Gu Zehuan was thinking, nor did he understand Gu Zehuan's past and everything.

"Why did your teacher beat you?"

he asked in a low voice.

Fortunately, there was no impatient look on Gu Zehuan's face.

"She said she did it because she liked me."

The bright and old scars on Gu Zehuan's body made his eyes hurt. Su Zhiyun could only lower his head gradually, buried himself in his knees, and tried his best not to look.

The word "like" brought back memories, Su Zhiyun thought of something bad and fell silent.

He didn't know that compared to Gu Zehuan, his current appearance was more like a wounded and pitiful puppy.

The surrounding was quiet, only the sound of rain, Su Zhiyun's fingers seemed to be licked by something wet, and his body trembled slightly.

He raised his head and saw Gu Zehuan bending over to kiss and lick his fingers under the light.

The back of the finger covered with a layer of water-bright film reflected a little light under the light, Su Zhiyun's finger was injured, scratched somewhere, and a bright red gash was broken.

Gu Zehuan's cheeks were cold, sticking to the back of his hand, but it was soft to the touch, and his lips were hot, like a piece of roasted marshmallow.

Su Zhiyun looked at him quietly for a while.

"Because I like it, did you leave so many wounds on your body?"

Gu Zehuan said: "I like it, and then I want to break it, destroy it."

His voice was very cool at night, like a spring flowing.

Su Zhiyun thought that there must be something wrong with him, and he actually felt that there was a shadow in Gu Zehuan's eyes under the moonlight.

"Is it because of insecurity?"

"I don't know." Gu Zehuan said, "It might be like this."

"Or maybe it's just because she's a total lunatic."

So you too?

Just like your teacher.

Like, then hurt, destroy, and torture each other until the whole body is covered with bruises. Human love and desire are born with malicious seeds, intertwined in the wet mist to grow white trees, because each shadow bears different , Tailor-made fruits.

Su Zhiyun didn't ask.

He was silent for a long time: "Do you want to hear me tell you a story?"

Gu Zehuan's eyes reflected the light, as if they were bright, and there was a bloody wound on his forehead, but his gaze was calm.

"Okay."

The rainy season is just uncomfortable, the humidity is heavy, the rain is endless, and the cotton shirts and bedding that are stained with water vapor seem to be moldy and mushrooms will grow.

Su Zhiyun's finger landed on Gu Zehuan's wound, it was a crescent moon rising from the sea, tender red, as if it was about to ooze blood.

"The story is going to be a bit long."

……

The Li family is an old ancestral house, and it is a wooden structure house, decorated in Japanese style, very quiet. Occasionally, when you step on the floor that has been in disrepair, it will make a creaking sound.

Not far from home, there is a cherry tree with white flowers, unlike the cherry trees in parks or neighborhoods, the pink petals are overwhelming.It's snow-white, without any fragrance, and falls off when the wind blows, like a scene in a Japanese literary film.

The cherry trees will bear fruit in May and June, and most of them will be eaten by birds, or they will be picked up by the playful and greedy children of the neighbors on the way to school.

Even Su Zhiyun can only eat a small box of cherries sent by his grandparents every year, just enough to fill a white porcelain bowl.

Some are very sweet and some are not.

Some are not as big as the nail cap of a little finger.

Grandpa and grandma all lived in seclusion in this paradise-like place due to physical reasons, and Su Zhiyun only came to live here for a period of time during holidays.

In the midst of spring, when it was warm and cold, Su Zhiyun met Tang Hong and a cat under the cherry blossom tree.

That little white milk cat had already grown slick when Su Zhiyun came for summer vacation, and was as long as an arm, so I didn't know him anymore, and when he saw Su Zhiyun, he grinned and showed a protesting expression.

Animals such as kittens and puppies always grow very fast, and they look different every day. It is normal not to remember Su Zhiyun. After all, human beings may not remember strange animals that they had a relationship with when they were young.

Tang Hong was a bit of a strange person. He wore glasses with silver rims. He looked meticulous and refined, and he was well dressed. He was a bit out of tune with the farmers here.

Even when meeting Su Zhiyun for the first time, he held a book in his hand, with a gentle look.

People around him said that he was a Chinese teacher in a key elementary school in the city, but his ancestral house was also here, so he would come back here to escape the summer heat every holiday, and live there for a while.

Everyone always has a natural awe towards Tang Hong, and teachers are a very sacred profession in their hearts.

Later, Su Zhiyun saw Tang Hong walking on the path wearing slippers a few times. He was always followed by a little white cat. Unlike its owner, the white cat was born with a proud, dignified and inviolable appearance. He looked dismissive.

Very occasionally, people in the village can be seen knocking on Tang Hong's door with native eggs or hens, hoping that Tang Hong can help with tutoring.

Su Zhiyun didn't know if Tang Hong agreed, but after thinking about it, he felt that there should be no.

If Tang Hong really went to tutor someone's children, he wouldn't be so lazy and relaxed.

June and July in the countryside are very hot, the sun is scorching, and the sun is like fire.

The white clouds and blue sky are beautiful, and the blue sky is like washing.

When Su Zhiyun went to pick cucumbers in the field, he passed the stream in the village.

It was hot at noon, and Tang Hong was sleeping under a tree in a white shirt, covering his face with a book.In the intermittent sound of cicadas, the fine sunlight shivered on his body and fingertips.

The little white cat was scurrying around in the rapeseed field on one side, with the tip of its tail flickering, beating the rapeseed flowers to pieces.

Su Zhiyun stopped unknowingly.

The wind blew up the corners of Tang Hong's snow-white clothes, as if he had sensed Su Zhiyun's presence, he reached out and lifted the book covering his cheek.

Su Zhiyun was inexplicably shocked, and when he was about to meet his eyes, he backed up a few steps and ran away in a panic.

Under the thick shade, Tang Hong saw the fleeing figure of the boy getting farther and farther away, and gradually pulled the book to cover his eyes.

It was dark.

Cicadas sing and drums make noise, Shen Li floats melons.

Good for napping.

After seeing Tang Hong, Su Zhiyun always felt a little uncomfortable, and didn't know what kind of posture he should put on to talk to him.

Shengchun's encounter seemed to have never happened.

Tang Hong was still so polite to everyone, maintaining a vague sense of distance, and the people around him didn't dare to disturb him because of a little awe.

Su Zhiyun was lying on the wooden floor of the room, his back was covered with sticky sweat stains from the high heat, he turned over, as if he could hear the sound of the skin and the floor tearing each other.

"Is it a dream?"

He muttered to himself.

Do you want to make a friend.

Is that what Tang Hong said?

Su Zhiyun fell asleep in the hot summer sun, feeling like a creamy ice cream, unable to distinguish the difference between reality and dream, his brain also melted slowly, and was about to fall into the sea with his body.

"Dong dong dong."

The wind only blew the leaves of the trees, and there was no light on the person.

There was sweat on the neck, the elbows, the crooks of the knees, everything was hot.

"Dong dong dong."

Consciousness rises away in the bubbling boiling water.

"Dong dong dong."

Another sound woke Su Zhiyun from his half-dream and half-awake state. He realized that it was a real sound, and got up from the ground to open the door.

There was a figure standing outside the door, the backlight made Su Zhiyun unable to see his face clearly, so he could only slightly squint his eyes, smelling the faint fragrance of saponins on the other person's body.

The young man was very tall, and his voice was like gurgling water, unhurried.

"I made a little extra when I made ice cream, would you like to try it?"

For a long time, Su Zhiyun still held the doorknob in a daze and did not let go.

A gust of hot wind came in from outside the door, blowing his wet forehead suddenly.

"Tang Hong?"

The two sat in the courtyard and ate popsicles together. When Tang Hong brought them over, the popsicles had already melted. Su Zhiyun put the remaining ice cream in the freezer and picked out two.

The one he takes himself is milk-flavored, which is close to the taste of cream and very sweet.

Tang Hong chose the watermelon flavor.

In the midsummer, the cicadas sing and make noise, overwhelming people.

A few of Tang Hong's buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his neck: "Take everyone home, aren't you afraid they are bad guys?"

Su Zhiyun looked at the little white cat flopping around in the yard, and chewed the popsicle in his mouth: "There is nothing valuable at home."

In fact, he still felt a little uncomfortable when facing Tang Hong, but fortunately, Tang Hong is really a very unassuming and very talkative person.

No one would feel bad or offended talking to him.

Tang Hong just smiled. When he smiled, his eyes were curved, like a slender moon.

"Is your family not home?"

"Sleep upstairs."

Tang Hong followed Su Zhiyun's gaze and landed on the cat catching dandelions.

"Do you like Qiqi very much? You've been staring at her since just now."

"Qiqi? You mean that little white cat?"

Su Zhiyun was wearing a white T-shirt. The clothes were a little too big and empty, which made his outstretched limbs very slender. The figure of a growing boy always looks very thin, with a feeling of unbearable fragility. .

He tilted his head slightly, revealing a small piece of snow-white ears from between the black hair, and tiny fluff can still be seen.

Tang Hong said casually: "Speaking of which, Qiqi was rescued the day I met you."

Su Zhiyun was stunned.

"you remember?"

Tang Hong asked him instead: "Why do you think I have forgotten?"

Su Zhiyun was silent.

Tang Hong quickly finished eating the popsicles, and the sweat was blown dry by the wind. He got up and was about to leave. Before he left, Su Zhiyun seemed to remember something, and brought a small pumpkin from the room.

Tang Hong's cat was still spinning around his legs, and he was a little bewildered and obviously surprised when he took the pumpkin.

After a long time, Tang Hong seemed a little helpless, and let out a long sigh.

"Do you have any favorite desserts?"

"Reciprocity, I will do it for you tomorrow."

After a long time, Su Zhiyun asked about Tang Hong.

"Why did you deliberately approach me in the first place?"

A butterfly flapping its wings flew over the treetops.

The way he smiles is gentle and full of affection, and there is a scent of soap locust on his body.

Tang Hong said, because you are very similar to me.

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