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"Oh." Li Kairui was stunned for a second, then laughed, his hair was messed up, it could be seen that it was cut randomly, and he was a little childish: "Isn't that a very good thing?"

"I've never liked anyone. I don't know what liking is."

Su Zhiyun couldn't help but glance at him.

Li Kairui's forehead hair hangs down softly, candle shadows are everywhere, his eyeballs are thick black, but also translucent, like glass marbles, also like majestic glazed tiles.

"Then how do you know you're gay?"

Li Kairui answered quickly: "Someone told me."

Su Zhiyun wanted to say something, but then remembered that Li Kairui said that his mind was not very good, so he didn't say anything.

It was very quiet here at night, and there was a dead silence. Li Kairui treated Su Zhiyun's wound, and touched the crack at the corner of his mouth, grinning in pain.

"They are really serious. Didn't they just borrow some medicine?"

He said in a somewhat complaining tone.

Li Kairui took all the bottles and cans, put them in a tattered shoe box, and hid them in a corner under the bed. He patted the ashes on his trouser legs—the trousers didn’t even know what material they were made of. After washing for a long time, Zou Baba's ball of salt and vegetables turned into a pair of ripped trousers.

Although this is a nursing home, there are very few people with such old and tattered clothes as Li Kairui.

The style and shape of the trousers were obviously out of date for a long time.

Su Zhiyun suddenly asked: "How long have you been here?"

Li Kairui began to count on his fingers and counted for several rounds: "It seems to be three or four years, I don't remember clearly."

"My parents came here a few times in the past two years, but they stopped coming. I heard from the dean that they gave birth to another one." Li Kairui didn't care. He put his head under the candlelight and squinted his eyes to find the cactus in the palm of his hand. Barb: "But it's okay, it's normal. Some children will grow up here. It used to be a trusteeship institution. It's a trusteeship institution, but it's actually no different from a school."

"The youngest of those children is seven or eight years old, but they are not shared with us. Those are taken by the dean's wife. The dean said that we are all useless and will lead those children to ruin." He seemed to remember Some not-so-good memories, she shrank her neck: "That dead old woman is terrible, talking like a ghost, and looks like a skeleton."

Li Kairui finished picking out a few barbs by candlelight, and there was the last one left, stuck in the flesh, and failed to pick it out several times. He looked up at Su Zhiyun and asked for help.

"Don't do that in the future."

Su Zhiyun sat on the bed, his eyes slightly lowered, his fingers half resting on his knees.

"I don't need you to help me like this."

Li Kairui knew that he was talking about medicine, he was a little dazed, he didn't know what he did wrong, he was at a loss, he rubbed his fingers uneasily, and opened his mouth again and again.

Su Zhiyun didn't look at him.

There was a sudden pain in the fingertips, and Li Kairui looked down, only to find that the needle tip had pierced the skin, and half of the barb was broken, stuck there, and slowly oozing a drop of blood.

He felt a little pain, and Su Zhiyun's voice came from next to his ear - "I don't need your protection."

As if feeling tired talking to him, Su Zhiyun put his finger on his eyes to cover the dim candlelight.

His fingers are also well-grown, with distinct knuckles, and they are slender and tough like green bamboos even after being injured.

Li Kairui saw the god unconsciously, he looked down at his fingers again, and then slowly lifted them up, tasting some insignificant fishy smell.

The wound on his body was hot and swollen.

But Carrey Lee was rarely silent.

Yes, he doesn't need himself.

People on the playground are sitting in groups, gray and white, there is no bright color here, the only eye-catching thing is the hibiscus growing next to the playground, soft pink, a big flower in the mouth of a bowl, blooming very lively, crowded squeezed next to each other.

This tree is raised by the dean's wife. During the flowering season, she will send someone to pick the flowers for her every day. She must pick the most beautiful flower and put it on the sideburns, wrinkling against the dry face. , The overly thin face always smells like a pink skull.

Li Kairui saw someone climb up the tree from a long distance away, and he climbed up with a dexterous, cunning and keen speed like a cheetah, and it was silent.

The young man sat in the middle of the tree branch, straightened up to climb the highest flower, the wind blew the sweater up like foam, exposing his thin waist.

The dean's wife was looking aggressively at this lively and enthusiastic body greedily, from the neck with slightly exposed veins to the white ankles exposed by the canvas shoes, the burning light in her eyes almost ignited at the same time. Her bony, shriveled, withered body.

Su Zhiyun jumped down from the tree, and when he handed out the hibiscus in his hand, Li Kairui dared to guarantee that the lifeless dean's wife would rejuvenate in an instant, and her expression suddenly revealed a girlish shyness.

This is so far from her lifeless face that it only looks distorted and ugly, and it is a bit frightening to the onlookers, for fear that the other person's eyeballs will roll out of the eye sockets with a gurgling sound.

After touching her hair, the dean's wife asked, "Does it look good?"

Su Zhiyun nodded.

So the dean's wife was very happy. She tried her best to restrain her smile, showing a little arrogance: "You are fine, what's your name?"

"Su Zhiyun."

"So you're new here?"

"Yes."

The dean's wife said again: "Then you can help me pick flowers, you look good."

Su Zhiyun shook his head.

"No? Why not?"

She paled.

Su Zhiyun calmly opened the trouser legs and showed her: "I'm injured, it's best not to exercise vigorously."

There were indeed many bruises and scars on his exposed calf, but the dean's wife obviously didn't see this in her eyes, she just stared at the tense muscles of the other's calf obsessively and bewilderedly.

"Oh." She quickly came back to her senses, a little reluctantly: "I see."

"If the injury recovers, you can help me pick the flowers."

It was a peaceful night.

Nothing happened.

Those teenagers who would kick open the wooden door roughly seemed to have fallen asleep at night, really fell asleep.

Picking flowers for the dean's wife is a good job. The other party is no better than the dean and instructors. She is very happy to help these poor teenagers who are like lost lambs and need help.

Of course, she doesn't help everyone. She only picks those who are good-looking and good-looking. Everyone here knows what the dean's wife is thinking.

After all, no one would really stand under the same tree hibiscus every afternoon, just for the sake of those lively and beautiful teenagers on the playground.

It's just that she doesn't really do anything to them, she just needs these teenagers to be her models, of course naked models without any clothes on, she said that the human body is the most beautiful decoration, and clothes are too cumbersome.

She licked every inch of skin on those teenagers with relish.

Mrs. Dean is gifted in painting.

Her paintings are beautiful.

Li Kairui once saw it once. It was a huge portrait of a boy with only two-thirds of his face mottled and incomplete. The dean's wife used soft pink like hibiscus to paint his lips. Color dotted into his jet-black eyes, becoming a perched blue butterfly.

Although the painting is an unfinished product, everyone can feel the strong love that penetrates the back of the paper and is so thick that it almost turns into substance.

Overwhelming.

The boy in the painting revealed a strange and sweet attraction, which formed a strong contrast with his childish face. Li Kairui just looked into those eyes for a moment, and then became dizzy and fell into a colorful phantom inside.

Later, I heard that there was something wrong with the paint. Although I didn’t know what happened, it seemed that there was something mixed with the paint, which caused the volatile gas to become toxic after drying, so people who saw the painting would feel dizzy.

The painting was also burned.

On the day when the painting was burned, the dean's wife wanted to rush into the fire like crazy, and several people almost didn't hold back. The crazy posture seemed to want to die with their own lives, and they walked away with the painting.

The dean just muttered to himself, saying in a sympathetic and condescending manner - "You are possessed by the devil, you are seduced by him."

Li Kairui didn't know who the boy in the painting was. After all, everyone knew that the dean's wife had no children, and she was an infertile woman.

Since then, the dean's wife has lost weight rapidly. She always stands under the hibiscus tree, as if waiting for someone. She has painted many, many teenagers, each of which is hidden in her studio. Don't let others see it.

For no reason, Li Kairui felt that she was looking for the shadow of that boy back then.

In the next few days, Su Zhiyun and the dean's wife got closer and closer, and everyone's attitude towards him also produced some subtle changes, some with disdain, some with sympathy.

Su Zhiyun didn't seem to notice those gazes, and would go to that studio every afternoon.

The windows are bright and clean, the floor is paved with wood, and the dry paint in the studio exudes a subtle, somewhat pungent smell. Su Zhiyun came to this studio as usual, he took off his shoes first, and put them aside.

The dean's wife was sitting behind the easel, looking at him with a smile, without moving her eyes.

Su Zhiyun could feel the pain from that gaze, but he still took off his clothes, knelt down on a red cushion, raised his head slightly, and stared at the other person.

The dean's wife stared at those thick black, clear eyes, and trembled from the depths of her soul. She felt the vigorous desire to create for a long time, which made her face flush and her lips tremble: "Yes... ...you did a great job, that's all."

She began to seduce him earnestly: "Do you remember? I said that you are very similar to him. You are really similar. I have imagined how he looks like when he grows up countless times, until I saw you."

"You have identical eyes."

"Remember what I taught you?"

Su Zhiyun nodded and called softly, "Mother."

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