madness

It didn't rain on the day of the funeral, the weather was very hot, and the place was held in a very small and dilapidated funeral home. Yan Zilan didn't have many friends on weekdays, so not many people came.

Today's sky is so strange, it's not cloudy, it's not sunny, the clouds are thick, but a ray of sunshine pours out from the gaps, the shadows of green leaves are swaying under the sun, but the air is stuffy, making people sweat up.

Su Tianlin called Su Zhiyun several times, but Su Zhiyun didn't answer, just glanced at it and hung up hastily. Later, several messages popped up, basically asking where Su Zhiyun was and when he was going to go home.

Gu Zehuan walked at the front of the line with the portrait in his arms, and Su Zhiyun was beside him. Lin Yuansi was pale and his footsteps were flimsy. He held the urn and also said nothing.

The line was very quiet, hardly anyone spoke.

Probably because of his experience, Yan Zilan's funeral was quick and simple, until the final burial, Gu Zehuan didn't say a word.

Occasionally, someone would talk to Lin Yuansi, but the middle-aged man's smile looked tired and forced, after all, he hadn't had a good rest for several days because of these things.

So gradually no one came to him.

Everything went well during the burial. The location of the selected tomb was in a public cemetery, on the eighth step. There were many low cypresses planted around it. Some of the tombs were hung with paper-folded red lanterns. Lin Yuansi asked Gu Zehuan to remember it well. Don't forget how to come to this position in the future.

When it was time to go down the mountain, Lin Yuansi gradually fell to the back of the team, falling further and further away, the suppressed and extremely mournful whimpering could be faintly heard in the wind, faintly scattered in the cypress forest.

Su Zhiyun raised his head to look at Gu Zehuan.

He just walked, not a bit curious.

The crying is still there.

Su Zhiyun wanted to turn around to look, but was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Don't look back."

Su Zhiyun could probably guess who was crying, he didn't say anything, but lightly squeezed Gu Zehuan's hand tightly.

The two teenagers just walked up eight steps and returned to the entrance of the cemetery.

When he was about to get in the car at last, Su Zhiyun still glanced back, and Lin Yuansi fell very far behind, almost out of sight.

Halfway through the road, the sun disappeared and turned cloudy, and the car was very hot. When speeding along the road, we could see the sycamore trees on both sides retreating rapidly and turning into green streamlines.

Gu Zehuan sat leaning against the car window, Su Zhiyun turned his head to look at him, the other's expression was no different from usual.

The car was quiet, the driver did not speak, did not turn on the radio, Lin Yuansi sat in the front seat, looking down at the photo in his hand in a daze.

After a while, Su Zhiyun took out his hand from his pocket, slowly stretched it out, and grabbed Gu Zehuan.

The opponent's hand is still cold, and it doesn't look very hot in summer.

cold.

Su Zhiyun covered it for a long time, until sticky sweat stains appeared, and gradually felt that Gu Zehuan's hands were also hot.

Gu Zehuan looked out the window, silent.

After getting off the car, Lin Yuansi handed Gu Zehuan a stack of old photos.

"Your mother's stuff... that's all that's left."

After hesitating for a while, Lin Yuansi said wearily, "Uncle is going back first, I will call you later."

Gu Zehuan took the photo.

Su Zhiyun originally thought that he would put the photos away, but Gu Zehuan didn't. He just held the photos tightly and didn't intend to look at them.

On the way back to the rental house, the two of them didn't speak. When they reached the corner, Gu Zehuan said, "I've been staring at you, do you really want to see the photos?"

Only then did Su Zhiyun realize that he had been looking at the photo in Gu Zehuan's hand, hesitating for a while, and then he replied in a low voice: "Yes, I want to see it."

Gu Zehuan handed over the photo to Su Zhiyun.

Most of them are old photos. There are a few photos of a young Yan Zilan taking Gu Zehuan to the playground. In the photos, Yan Zilan's eyebrows and eyes are crooked with a smile. Only then did Su Zhiyun realize that the mother and son are very similar in appearance, just because of temperament Quite different so it's not so unobtrusive.

There are still a few single photos of Gu Zehuan, all of which were taken when she was very young, and the oldest one looks like she is only five or six years old.

Su Zhiyun groped for Gu Zehuan's face in the photo: "So you used to look like this."

Gu Zehuan's face was fleshy when he was a child, and he was much fatter than now, but he still didn't have a smile, and when he was expressionless, he looked like a lifeless porcelain doll.

The dates and times written on the back of these photos with oil-based pens are "Baby Huanzai is 1 year old", "Baby Huanzai is 2 years old", "Baby Huanzai is 3 years old", and it has been recorded until the age of six.

There will be no more after that.

Others are single photos of Yan Zilan.

"What were you like as a child?"

Hearing Gu Zehuan's question, Su Zhiyun thought about it carefully, then shook his head.

"I didn't like taking pictures when I was a kid, so I don't know what I really looked like when I was a kid."

He looked through the photos in his hand again, and made sure that he didn't find any photos of Gu Zehuan after he was six years old.

"Why is there no picture of you later?"

Gu Zehuan lowered his head and took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff. Warm white mist escaped from his lips, enveloping his eyebrows and eyes.

He exhaled the smoke slowly, and then answered Su Zhiyun's question unhurriedly.

"Maybe because she doesn't like me after the age of six."

Su Zhiyun looked down at the photo in his hand. Little Gu Zehuan was smeared with blush on his cheeks and wearing a paper-made crown. He was staring at the camera expressionlessly in the dark and dilapidated house. However, such an expressionless expression did not seem to have any deterrent effect. , on the contrary, it looks more cute like a child pretending to be an adult.

What was recorded in the photo was Gu Zehuan, whom Su Zhiyun had never seen before and had no understanding of, which made him feel very strange.

Su Zhiyun fumbled lightly for the photo.

"It's normal, my mother is the same way."

It was so hot in August that I would sweat profusely after walking for a while.

Gu Zehuan dusted off the cigarette ash in his hand: "Did you shed tears when Xiaohua died?"

Hearing Gu Zehuan's question suddenly, Su Zhiyun paused, then shook his head: "No."

Gu Zehuan didn't continue to ask, but just walked up the stairs.

With a "click", the door lock opened, and Su Zhiyun and Gu Zehuan had already arrived at the door of the rental house.

It's just that Gu Zehuan didn't go in immediately, but bent down and picked up a snow-white envelope that was stuffed in through the crack of the door.

He tore open the bulging envelope, and dropped several used condoms from inside. They were not carefully knotted, and a lot of disgusting liquid spilled out after falling to the ground.

This level of sexual harassment has long been common. Gu Zehuan's things are always artificially stained with various strange liquids, because it is so common that everyone is not used to it.

Probably the love that is crazy and has no place to express will finally give the praise in my heart in such an extreme way.

Very occasionally, someone would genuinely want to kill Gu Zehuan, or send him a long message expressing sincerely their desire to eat Gu Zehuan.

It's just that after Su Zhiyun appeared, these situations have subsided a lot.

"I'll clean it up, you go in first."

Su Zhiyun gently pulled the other party's hand, the strange thing is that Gu Zehuan's hand feels very hot now, scorching hot, Su Zhiyun's fingertips that touched his skin felt as if they could be burned directly.

After a long time, Gu Zehuan took a step forward. He threw the unfinished cigarettes into the trash can at the door, and then walked into the door.

The cigarette finally shed a cloud of soot, fell to the floor, and soon disappeared.

Su Zhiyun found tools to clean up these things on the ground, and then washed the mop that had been dragged on the ground again.

He washed his hands repeatedly on the sink. Even if he didn't directly touch those things, the slippery and disgusting touch was enough to make him unforgettable.

The ways in which human beings express love are really strange and endless.

When I came out again, the room was empty, the electric fan on the ceiling was broken and could not be used, a layer of cobwebs formed, and moths were swinging on it.

Gu Zehuan is not here.

Su Zhiyun looked at the desktop subconsciously, there was no note or message left there as usual.

Gu Zehuan came back very late.

His original clothes became tattered, and many new wounds were added to his body at the same time.

The most eye-catching one is the one on the face, long and narrow, from the forehead to the chin, very bloody.

Su Zhiyun didn't ask anything, he took out the medicine box from the corner.

Gu Zehuan threw the keys aside and sat down on the sofa.

It wasn't until he saw the skin under Gu Zehuan's clothes that Su Zhiyun realized that the other's injury was more serious than he thought, and the previous injury was not treated properly, and it was already a little inflamed.

Under such circumstances, he could still fumble for candy from the drawer as if nothing had happened.

The only sound in the room was the sound of him tearing open the wrapper and crunching the candy.

"Crack click".

"Crack click".

Even though the cotton swab touched the wound, Gu Zehuan did not tremble.

"Okay, don't touch the wound with water in the future."

Su Zhiyun finished treating the wound, and after saying this, he realized that Gu Zehuan would not do what he said.

After all, the other party has always been a deviant, disobedient, and sometimes even self-willed person.

The collected medicines and cotton swabs were scattered all over the floor, and there was a crackling sound.

Su Zhiyun, who was standing up, asked Gu Zehuan to pull him down.

He was wearing a white shirt today, and the buttons were ripped apart from top to bottom in a logical way, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on the skin that suddenly touched the air almost immediately.

Gu Zehuan's cheek was pressed against his chest.

Su Zhiyun could clearly feel the touch of skin-to-skin contact, the other's cheeks were soft and smooth, and his appearance even looked a little childish.

He hesitated for a while, then stroked Gu Zehuan's hair stiffly and clumsily.

Su Zhiyun soon felt a little itchy.

There were still some wounds on his open chest that hadn't fully healed.

Gu Zehuan was licking those wounds slowly and slipperily.

The feeling of being sucked blood scab is really strange, itchy and hot, as if even the heart is trembling.

From his angle, he could see Gu Zehuan's long eyelashes, and he could also carefully observe how the soft scarlet tip of his tongue was licking the black tattoo voluptuously, making the sound of tsk-tsk.

The tips of Su Zhiyun's ears gradually turned red, because of this strange mood, he unconsciously associated with the picture of a mother feeding a child, and quickly felt ashamed of his own imagination.

He was short of breath, and he didn't wake up for a while until the opponent's palm touched his waist, and he stretched out his hand to cover Gu Zehuan's mouth, pushing the person away.

"Did you see blood when you fought? So excited."

Gu Zehuan didn't speak, but lowered his head and kissed Su Zhiyun's palm.

Su Zhiyun was licked by the hot flashes of his tongue, suddenly withdrew his hand, and then backed away a little.

Gu Zehuan leaned over, pressed against him and said softly, "Let me do it."

The author says:

The content of the river crab has not been written yet, it should be posted tomorrow.Guiding Weibo: Uncle Wang on the Gobi Desert.