madness

Su Zhiyun stayed in the rented house for the whole morning the next day, wearing Gu Zehuan's clothes and watching TV on the sofa. They were both about the same height, so they wouldn't look particularly inappropriate.

It's just that in comparison, Gu Zehuan's frame is still slightly bigger, and he likes the oversized style. Su Zhiyun looks a bit empty in his clothes, making the ankles under the trousers very slender.

The underwear from before was soiled and left in the sun on the balcony. When it rained, it was taken back into the house and hung on the ridge. They were all gray and black, and it was hard to tell who belonged to whom.

Because Su Tianlin made too many calls, Su Zhiyun simply turned off the phone and stuffed it under the pillow.

He was a little out of spirits, his head was chaotic and painful, his face wrapped in the quilt was half closed, his eyes were half closed, he was still sleepy, and the ends of his hair were curled up.

Su Zhiyun couldn't hear what was playing on the TV very clearly. In a daze, Su Zhiyun seemed to see Gu Zehuan answering the phone and preparing to go out.

As soon as Gu Zehuan picked up the key, he was hugged by someone. The other party tightened his grip, and the air in his chest was almost squeezed out.

He turned his head to look, Su Zhiyun was holding his waist halfway, looking at him from bottom to top, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were hazy: "Do you want to go out?"

No one answered him.

Su Zhiyun licked his dry lips, his throat was also astringent, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see clearly, as if he heard his voice, something icy and cold was stuck to him.

Very comfortable.

Su Zhiyun rubbed subconsciously.

Gu Zehuan's palm was pressed against his forehead, it was hot and scalding.

"You have a fever."

"Have a fever?" Su Zhiyun repeated, still in a daze, after a while he realized what Gu Zehuan said, and shook his head lightly: "It's okay, just get some sleep and you'll be fine."

"No medicine?"

Gu Zehuan asked.

Su Zhiyun pursed his lips, and just stuck to his chest to repeat the question just now: "Are you going out?"

His eyes looked at Gu Zehuan, very stubborn, as if he would never give up until he got an answer.

……

The pharmacy clerk couldn't help but approached and struck up a conversation.

"Excuse me, what do you want to buy?"

She has been watching quietly since the boy just came in, and there are also female students around who are looking there frequently and then bow their heads and start whispering.

The boy in the t-shirt straightened up from the shelf and turned to look at the clerk.

Even a long, bright red gash on his cheek did not detract from his appearance.

The clerk thought to himself, if there was no such wound, it would be even more amazing.

"Is there any cold medicine?"

"Of course there are, but there are many types. What are the specific symptoms? Cough? Fever? Or a runny nose?"

"Fever, like him."

He pulled the people around him.

It was only then that the clerk noticed that there was another person next to the boy, who was about the same age as him, wearing a mask, a black T-shirt, and with long hair, who was holding his hand tightly.

"Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

"Sore throat."

The clerk quietly glanced at the wound on the boy's face again, and said hesitantly: "I think your injury seems to be more serious, if you don't treat it well, it may leave a scar."

The young man didn't seem to care much about it.

"It will grow naturally after a while."

The clerk seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it silently.

Su Zhiyun pulled Gu Zehuan's hand, then looked at the clerk: "Is there any better trauma medicine that can prevent scars?"

"Yes, it may be more expensive."

The clerk shook his head when he saw the boy in the black T-shirt. His voice was a little nasal when he spoke, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'll pay for it."

Gu Zehuan finally listened to the clerk's advice and bought the medicine. Su Zhiyun followed him, holding his hand all the time, without saying a word.

He just followed step by step, like a well-behaved large dog.

When paying the bill, Su Zhiyun looked down at the medicines on the shelves in a daze.

"That's vitamin C gummies. It's orange-flavored. It's delicious and good for your health. It's very popular in our store. Why don't you try it? It's only 58 yuan a can at a special price now."

The clerk saw that Su Zhiyun seemed very interested, so he introduced it endlessly.

Su Zhiyun shook his head silently, then turned to look at Gu Zehuan: "Let's go."

Gu Zehuan propped up the umbrella, and Su Zhiyun got under the umbrella, still holding his hand tightly.

When you are sick, your consciousness will slow down a bit. When you walk in the rain, you always feel that your whole body is wet. The wind engulfs the cold air and blows on your skin, which is astonishingly cold. Because of the fever, Su Zhiyun feels a little headache.

After arriving at the rental house, Gu Zehuan boiled hot water, and Su Zhiyun looked at the snow-white pills spread out in his palm for a long time.

He swallowed the medicine slowly, and Gu Zehuan threw a toffee over.

The sugar I eat when I'm sick is also bitter and has a strange smell.

Sitting on the bed, Su Zhiyun felt that his breath was hot and turbid. He took out the ointment he had just bought from the plastic bag, and asked Gu Zehuan to bend down and apply it carefully on the wound.

The deal was done, but Gu Zehuan did not resist.

Probably because the cold medicine contains sleeping ingredients, Su Zhiyun soon felt sleepy, but he still insisted on looking up at Gu Zehuan. The other person's face was hazy against the light, and he was packing the medicine box and water glass. The scars on his face Because the medicine has just been applied, a layer of light is slightly reflected.

The corners of the white clothes dangled in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it quietly.

The dream was long and weird, Su Zhiyun was not stable even when he was sleeping, he fell into memories in the grotesque dream for a while, and dived infinitely in the dark and gloomy darkness for a while.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I fully woke up, the room was empty, the door was still closed, and the windows were locked tightly.

It has stopped raining, and the magnificent sunset can be seen through the glass.

Su Zhiyun realized that he was covered with a thick quilt, so he broke out in a layer of hot sweat, and now his whole body is sticky and uncomfortable.

He got up and pushed open the window and opened the old wooden door, and the sounds from outside slowly poured in.

It seems to step into the world of fireworks suddenly from the silence of all sounds.

Gu Zehuan was lying on the green velvet sofa watching TV. It was those old movies again. The pictures had the same texture as a film camera, with a tired and yellowed beauty.

Su Zhiyun felt a lot more relaxed after sweating.

"Aren't you going out?"

"You kept pulling on my clothes while you were sleeping, so you didn't go."

Gu Zehuan said casually, took it away, picked up a stack of clothes on the sofa and handed it over.

These are clothes that have been washed and dried.

Su Zhiyun froze for a while, then reached out to pick up the clothes, and said thank you softly.

The hot water washed away the tiredness. After he took a shower, he wiped a cold mirror, and wiped a hazy human face. The misty room was thick with humidity, and the mirror quickly became blurred again. stand up.

Even the blurry mirror can clearly reflect himself with his ears still red. Su Zhiyun let out a breath slowly. He lifted his collar and lowered his head to sniff the smell. It was lime washing powder similar to Gu Zehuan.

The boy's ears turned red again unknowingly.

When Su Zhiyun opened the door and went out, he saw Gu Zehuan squatting in the entrance to change his shoes.

"Want to go out?"

Gu Zehuan stepped into the sneakers and responded lightly: "Yes."

Su Zhiyun pretended not to see the white envelope he was holding in his hand.

"Where are you going?"

"Return books in the library."

Gu Zehuan blatantly lied, and Su Zhiyun also pretended to be ignorant. He picked up the hair tie on the table and tied his messy hair.

"I'll go with you."

He originally thought that Gu Zehuan would refuse, or continue to fabricate another lie, but Gu Zehuan just looked at him quietly, and also saw through without telling the truth: "Okay."

It is obviously impossible for one or two people to make Gu Zehuan suffer such a serious injury. When Gu Zehuan went out yesterday, he probably went to see someone.

The opportunity was related to that white envelope.

Su Zhiyun recalled Gu Zehuan's injuries, and his eyelashes drooped.

There is the aroma of the snack street in today's wind, and the chili and cumin powder bring out the warmth, spreading wantonly under the orange-gold sky.

Gu Zehuan was walking towards the library as he said, the snow-white envelope in his hand was not puffy like what he saw yesterday, but a thin layer.

But Gu Zehuan didn't look at it, and threw the envelope into the trash can after leaving the door.

Su Zhiyun's stomach groaned inappropriately at this moment.

"Do you want to eat eggs with sweet wine?"

Gu Zehuan asked.

Su Zhiyun looked over unconsciously.

Gu Zehuan stared at the traffic lights in the distance: "When I was sick, my mother would buy this for me."

Because Yan Zilan was mentioned suddenly, Su Zhiyun and Gu Zehuan became silent again.

Fortunately, Gu Zehuan's expression didn't change much, and he didn't look very sad.

It is still a small restaurant with old and yellowed plastic menus. The air conditioner is not turned on in the store, only a few regular customers are sitting, and the fan is humming.

Warm aroma.

The sweet wine is very sweet, and it is very hot when it is freshly baked. It also adds a lot of soft and glutinous black sesame glutinous rice balls. After biting, it almost burns the tongue. Eating a hot bowl in summer will make you sweat profusely.

Gu Zehuan didn't eat. Su Zhiyun saw him leaning against the wall beside him smoking a cigarette. When he lowered his head, the light from the lighter burned his eyes, but he only looked outside the shop.

Outside was a young girl selling balloons, clutching a large handful of colorful balloons.

Gu Zehuan asked: "Want a balloon?"

Su Zhiyun put down the spoon in his hand and followed suit.

Gu Zehuan asked Su Zhiyun to choose one, and Su Zhiyun picked a transparent balloon wrapped with a light tube, which floated brightly and colorfully in the gradually gloomy night.

Later, Gu Zehuan saw a vendor selling ice cream, and the two of them bought a lot of snacks and useless gadgets in the end, and finally walked slowly to the entrance of the library, which was closed as a matter of course.

"I'm late."

Although Gu Zehuan said so, he didn't show any regrets.

The sound of crickets came from the grass, the sky was foggy blue, and Gu Zehuan's profile was like a foggy blue shadow.

He turned around and walked back without much hesitation.

Su Zhiyun was holding a lot of things in his arms, and he almost couldn't take them down. He just looked at Gu Zehuan's back: "You bought these things because Auntie didn't buy them for you before, so you want to make up for yourself?"

The scoop of ice cream in Gu Zehuan's hand was about to melt, dripping down the cone, he lowered his head and licked it, it smelled like cheap saccharine.

It didn't meet the taste I expected in memory.

"is it?"

Gu Zehuan just looked at the ice cream in his hand, it was strawberry flavored, too sweet and greasy, it was tasteless to eat, and it was a pity to throw it away.

He holds an ice cream in his hand.

There is a young mother in the distance, and a child in suspender jeans is standing beside her, holding a balloon tightly in her hand.

He held his mother's hand as he ate ice cream, his cheeks smeared with chocolate.

"It turned out that I was just making up for myself by doing this."

Gu Zehuan said calmly.

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