madness

A dandelion in a vase quickly becomes listless and dying.

The police said that Xiaohua went out after eleven o'clock in the evening, and she probably wanted to exchange Su Zhiyun's necklace back. The new friend she talked about had never been seen, so the police highly suspected that her real identity was a criminal suspect.

The body was divided and cleaned very cleanly and completely, without leaving any fingerprints, and no footprints were found at the scene of the incident, so the case has been difficult to advance.

In the past few days, many media have come and blocked the only cement road in the town. Su Zhiyun leaned on the fence on the second floor to watch the crowds below, densely packed, hidden under the shade of trees, and they all held their microphones high , screaming hoarsely, making a very ferocious face, like ants smelling a sweet smell, swarming to them, wishing to suck up the bone marrow of Li Yanjiao and Su Tianhe.

Grandma was talking to herself in the house, repeating Xiao Hua's name over and over again, the voice was like a tide, surging in.

In midsummer, the whole house is gradually submerged by the sound of cicadas and monologues.

"Xiao Hua, grandma bought you your favorite frog toy, why don't you come out and have a look?"

"Xiao Hua, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to buy a frog toy, did you not like it?"

"Little flower, little flower..."

Grandma just talked to herself.

Knowing the sound, it is noisy.

Su Zhiyun lay on the hot floor, raised his head and looked at the sky, a little sticky sweat stained from his palm.

"Where is Zhiyun? Did Zhiyun see Xiao Hua?"

Time is endless.

Everything seemed to melt in the heat.

Because there was no response, grandma's attention was shifted aside.

Su Zhiyun shook his head.

So grandma looked very disappointed and distressed, and started talking to herself again.

"Where did that little flower go? I haven't seen little flower for a long time."

Originally, grandma was too old to go to the scene.

It's just that no one thought that she would come by herself.

Ever since seeing Xiao Hua's body fainted that day, grandma woke up in a dazed state, but Li Yanjiao and Su Tianhe were so busy with Xiao Hua's affairs that they didn't even have time to take care of grandma.

There were too many reporters here today, and even the grandfather who usually took care of grandma had to go downstairs to deal with it, so Su Zhiyun was left upstairs to help take care of grandma.

At night, the reporters finally went back. Li Yanjiao received a call and took Su Zhiyun to the police station to make notes.

The atmosphere in the police station is always different from other places. Su Zhiyun sat on the cold iron seat, silent and taciturn, like a prisoner about to be interrogated.

The blazing temperature burned his fingers through the paper cup, but Su Zhiyun still had no expression.

The policeman carefully asked him about Xiaohua in a soft and deliberate tone.

The light of the chandelier reflected in Su Zhiyun's eyes, and he was dim and gloomy.

Not at all like a 12-year-old kid.

There was still a bright slap mark on his face, and the policeman inevitably recalled the scene just now, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Li Yanjiao, who inadvertently learned the truth about Xiaohua's departure from the police, was so emotional that she even shot someone to hurt someone, and was dragged to another room for isolation.

The middle-aged man in police uniform coughed and told Su Zhiyun not to be afraid.

"Do you have any clue about your sister's disappearance?"

The other party looked at him with concern, and there was even a clear glimpse of something related to pity in that gaze.

Clearly and distinctly appear in one's own eyes.

Su Zhiyun opened his mouth.

After a long time, he turned the paper cup in his hand with expectant eyes.

A familiar figure was vaguely reflected on the sparkling water.

"I do not know."

He said so.

……

"Towards the end of the summer vacation I received an anonymous postcard with a canna tree on it."

Su Zhiyun's fingertips were stained with iodophor from a cotton swab, which looked like some kind of deep blood under the dim light.

The boy's eyelashes are long and slender, densely covering the color in them, like gray and white glass beads.

Gu Zehuan asked: "Did you write anything?"

"For my dear coward, with Tang Hong's handwriting on it."

The room suddenly fell silent, Gu Zehuan leaned back on the sofa, sat with his legs bent, lit a cigarette, and stared down at Su Zhiyun's face.

Every wound on Gu Zehuan's body screamed and wailed, and he hadn't experienced thinking about this matter in pain for a long time.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

It was raining outside the window, the summer rainy season was too long, wet and cold.

Su Zhiyun sat on the ground, without saying a word, looking down at the cartoon Band-Aid on his finger.

Probably feeling emotional again, remembering some things from the past.

This kind of Su Zhiyun seemed very lifeless, or in other words, he seemed inhuman, and could also be called a walking dead, with nothing but a body.

He hides himself like a child locking his precious collection in drawers and drawers.

Most of the reason why Gu Zehuan accepted Su Zhiyun may also come from this.

From Su Zhiyun's body, there is indeed a certain aura similar to himself, or similarities.

Standing in the mud, he wanted to be rescued and comforted because of the shadow of his childhood. He silently prayed to every passerby, but there were no tears on his face.

No one listened to him, and no one saw him.

Because he is a sinner.

Gu Zehuan quietly finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, and asked calmly.

"Do you think Tang Hong killed Xiao Hua?"

There was obvious fatigue on Su Zhiyun's face, like a curled up dandelion, wet and sleepy.

He was silent in the silence, and it took a long time before he spoke.

"I do not know."

The cigarette in Gu Zehuan's hand released a little mist, he took a sip lightly, and then spit it out again.

"Why not kill him? He wants to kill you, and most likely your sister."

For a long time, Gu Zehuan did not hear Su Zhiyun's voice.

"Don't want to answer? Why..."

The electric fan in the room was still humming, and the summer wind didn't seem particularly cold. It got in through the trousers, climbed up the sweaty back of the boy, and swept away a bit of the scorching heat.

The cigarette in Gu Zehuan's hand fell to the ground due to the impact just now, and the sparks fell on the ground and burned a small round hole in the blanket.

Su Zhiyun avoided this topic. He was obviously unwilling to answer, but he faced it in a not-so-tactful, clumsy way—he suddenly turned around and blocked Gu Zehuan's mouth, licking the wound on the corner of his lips , tasted the dried blood scab, and slowly bit and sucked Gu Zehuan's tongue in this kiss.

Like a pitiful puppy who pleases its owner.

The iron silver nail was warmed in the mouth, and it even tasted a fishy sweetness similar to blood.

Gu Zehuan didn't struggle, he ran his hands along Su Zhiyun's neck to his earlobe. The young man was sweating a little in the sweltering heat, but it wasn't sweating profusely. Now the wind has cooled him down, and it feels like a wet, slippery lump. Greasy ice cream.

Su Zhiyun's pierced ear pierced a long time ago has not completely healed yet, and there is still some suppuration.Because of this, his earlobe felt hot to the touch, and the silver ring he was wearing was raw and cold.

Gu Zehuan seemed to find it interesting, and stretched out his hand to gently caress his ear hole, which was hotter than other places.

Su Zhiyun trembled slightly under his touch.

In this confrontation, Su Zhiyun's persistence was shorter than Gu Zehuan's imagination, probably because he always forgot to breathe when kissing.

When the two separated, a narrow and ambiguous silver thread was drawn between the lips and teeth.

Su Zhiyun's breathing was disordered, as if he had just finished a marathon, and his whole body was burning hot.

Gu Zehuan stood up as if nothing had happened, and brought two cans of iced Coke from the refrigerator. Seeing Su Zhiyun who was still sitting on the ground without saying a word, he took out a large handful of candy from his pocket and threw it on the table, then opened the Turned off the TV and sat down again.

All kinds of candies are packaged in different ways, like many different stars falling down suddenly, scattered on the table wantonly.

Gu Zehuan picked up a few and handed them to Su Zhiyun.

"Watching a movie?"

His expression is still so indifferent, no joy or anger can be seen.

After a while, Su Zhiyun took the candy from the opponent's hand.

It has been warmed by the body.

Gu Zehuan bent down to search for the disc in the drawer.

"What type do you want to see?"

Su Zhiyun peeled off the candy and put it in his mouth. The rich sweetness made him speechless until he swallowed it completely—"I want to watch a comedy movie."

So Gu Zehuan found a comedy film, an old Hong Kong film, Stephen Chow's "Domestic 007".

The wall clock on the wall gradually pointed to three o'clock, and Su Zhiyun felt sleepy while eating candy, the candy was still crunching in his mouth, but his eyes could hardly be opened.

Once the tense nerves try to relax, sleepiness will become particularly menacing.

After a while, the uneaten candy in Su Zhiyun's hand rolled down the palm and fell to the ground, hiding in an invisible corner. If there were no accidents, it should be regarded as a surprise dinner by mice and cockroaches in the end.

Gu Zehuan's shoulders were heavy, and Su Zhiyun unconsciously fell asleep leaning against him during the fierce gunfight on TV.

The boy's hair was long and soft, hanging down and spreading out like fine spider silk, covering the sky and covering the sky.

The heroine was still narrating her heartfelt affectionately to the hero, but Gu Zehuan gradually turned down the volume of the TV.

The dark clouds cleared outside the window, and a bright moon hung high. Su Zhiyun leaned on Gu Zehuan's shoulder like a child sleeping with a doll in his arms, only his chest heaving gently.

In a narrow and dark rental house, the second-hand TV screen is intermittent, occasionally flashing snowflake patterns, and the lines and dialogues are so low that they babble like an old lady, without any charm.

It was still raining continuously outside the window, and the boy's body temperature, which was not too hot, was transmitted through two layers of fabric, which was soft and warm.

There were cola and candies on the table, cigarette butts scattered everywhere, and the fan was still humming, blowing Gu Zehuan's clothes and forehead hair.

Su Zhiyun fell asleep in a drowsy dream, and smelled the faint smell of tobacco on the other party's body, mixed with a little green lemon washing powder, which was reassuring.

Since then, he has also wanted to find a substitute because of tossing and turning, but the memory and smell of 17 years old are irreplaceable.

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