madness

He heard the sound of rain first, and then felt the consciousness of returning to the cage. In the chaos, he opened his eyes, and the sky was bright.

Su Zhiyun felt a little tired after waking up, every finger was numb, as if soaked in a pool of warm water, sleepiness slowly permeated up again, trying to drown him gradually.

He hadn't slept like this in a long time.

It's been a long time since I slept so long and so deeply.

His eyelashes trembled twice, as if he was extremely tired, his gaze slowly swept across the entire ward.

A bouquet of lilies was placed on the bedside, and the fragrance made people's noses itch.

There was no sign of Gu Zehuan.

The nurse who came in saw the young man sitting on the bed stretch out his hand and roughly pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, and stopped him as if he felt pain: "Don't!"

The other party just casually pressed the needle hole with her thumb, and the eyelids of the nurse not far away jumped wildly. She hurriedly took out a cotton swab from her breast pocket, and walked over to find that the young man who sat up was even bigger than she had imagined. Much taller.

She glanced at the name tag on the bedside, read out his name, and reprimanded him mercilessly: "Su Zhiyun, Patient Su, why are you so uncooperative when you wake up?"

The young man is very thin, tall but with a slender frame, so he doesn't look bulky. When he usually curls up obediently on the bed and sleeps, he can't see his original height at all.

Some of the nurses whispered that he was like a dummy, so fast asleep that he couldn't even move, that he seemed to be completely dead.

When he woke up, his face was pale and cold, with a slightly sick look, but his eyes were beautiful, which was very different from his obedient sleeping on the bed, so the nurse was in a trance for a moment, and felt strange and strange from the bottom of her heart. Come timidly.

There was no smile on Su Zhiyun's face, he looked like a person who didn't like to smile very much, only showing a little bit of cold and tired expression, like a seedling eroded by heavy snow in a cold night.

The nurse felt the coolness of his fingertips and the back of his hands. Seeing his long eyelashes drooping slightly while drinking water in small sips, it was obvious that he wanted to sleep again, and felt annoyed and funny.

"What are you doing with the needle?"

After a while, when his throat was no longer so dry and burning, Su Zhiyun swallowed the saliva: "Do you have a patient named Gu Zehuan?"

The nurse took a cotton swab to press the bloody needle hole on the back of his hand while shaking her head.

"No, you were sent by your brother."

"only myself?"

"Only you."

After a long time, until the nurse lost the cotton swab in her hand, the needle hole stopped bleeding.

Only then did I hear Su Zhiyun's voice, playing it very slowly, I couldn't hear the emotion.

"Oh, I know."

The nurse noticed that he drank all the water in the glass, leaving only a little water stain on the inside of the glass, and a little light reflected along the transparent glass. Guessing that he must be very thirsty, she got up and poured him a glass.

When she turned around with a full glass of water, she found that the other party had huddled under the quilt and fell asleep again. The snow-white quilt covered most of her cheeks, revealing only a little bit of the curve of the bridge of the nose and thin, black eyelashes.

The slightly disheveled and raised hair gave the pale and thin young man a youthful look, which made the nurse feel soft for no reason.

She put the water glass next to the table, closed the door, lightened her movements, and tiptoed out.

……

Perhaps it was because of sleeping too long during the day, or for some other reason, that Su Zhiyun suffered from insomnia at night.

He stared at the dark ceiling with his eyes open, the shadows of the trees outside the window were mottled, and the elongated shadows of the street lamps made him slowly realize that the floors here were not as high as he imagined.

When you close your eyes, the thoughts hidden in the deep sea that you don't want to think about on weekdays will be lifted up by the air bubbles, and float up slowly and calmly.

He thought that since he hadn't been arrested by the police at this moment, Gu Zehuan was probably fine.

Bury your ears in the pillow, the hospital is really too quiet, so quiet that even the cotton can't block the sound of the beating heart in Su Zhiyun's chest.

This heart deserves to be drowned, to be drowned.

He thought so much, but wanted to go home for no reason.

People always struggle repeatedly between what they want and what they can do. When Su Tianlin received the call, he was devastated. He finally realized that he may not love this job as much as his father expected. Socializing bored him a little.

But his identity and position did not allow him to make other choices.

So when he picked up the phone, he subconsciously thought it was the call from the subordinate of the paratrooper who caused a lot of mess, and the tone was not good.

"Hey?"

But the other end of the phone is very silent and quiet, only some slight breathing sounds, which of course seems strange and unreasonable, perhaps because of the fetters of blood in the dark, Su Tianlin still quickly distinguishes in just a few seconds. The identity of the other party was revealed: "Are you awake?"

After a long time, Su Zhiyun said "hmm", with no emotion in his tone.

But Su Tianlin only felt a sudden throbbing in his temples. He still felt very scared when he remembered what happened that day. If he was a little later, he didn't know how unpredictable the consequences would be.

He knew it, he knew it, the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

In addition to Su Zhiyun's appearance, even his personality has accurately inherited the paranoid, extreme, sensitive and neurotic in Li Yanjiao's bones.

How could he let go of Gu Zehuan so easily.

"You don't want to ask where Gu Zehuan is at this time, do you?"

Seeing that the other party stopped talking, Su Tianlin almost laughed angrily.

"Do you think I'll tell you? Waiting for you to kill him with a knife again?"

Su Zhiyun is a born neuropathy, and Li Yanjiao is a psychological patient who is still relying on medicine to maintain emotional stability. Su Tianlin feels that sooner or later, he will be tortured into a lunatic by these endless accidents.

Just when he was about to have an attack, he heard a soft and calm voice from the other end of the phone: "No, I just don't want to talk."

"What are you doing on the phone if you don't want to talk?"

Su Zhiyun said: "You didn't tell your parents, did you?"

He didn't answer his question directly, Su Zhiyun was always like this, when he didn't want to answer a question, he would ask another question back.

Su Tianlin was about to say what it was, but he realized it the moment he spoke.

"Mom can't stand the excitement. Gu Zehuan has been silent. When asked by the family, I said that you have been staying at a classmate's house for the past few days."

After being quiet for a while, Su Zhiyun suddenly said, "You are so caring."

When he said this, his tone was not sarcasm, but very calm.

"No one ever asks about me, does they?"

Su Tianlin's throat was tight, and suddenly he couldn't utter a word. He realized that Su Zhiyun had no expectations for anyone in the family, and the most terrifying thing was that all his predictions and assumptions were correct.

No one cared or expected his presence.

"That's not the case. Dad asked about you before."

He wanted to argue a little and lied.

That Su Zhiyun stepped out of the house, the moon was starry outside, and the air was cool. Lele, who was squatting at his feet, was very good today. He didn't even cry when he entered the door, but looked at him with wet eyes.

He thought for a while, then lightly kicked Lele's fat butt, and drove it back home.

Su Zhiyun looked like he was going back to school, with nothing but a backpack.

Su Tianlin on the other end of the phone seemed to want to say something else.

But Su Zhiyun suddenly said: "Actually, I was at home just now and met my parents."

So Su Tianlin was speechless.

He was very embarrassed, and racked his brains to explain something, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"What did you do when you got home?"

There was silence for a long time, and then he opened his mouth slowly: "I told them that I killed someone. I killed Gu Zehuan. Li Yanjiao rushed up to beat me, and almost fainted. Su Tianhe said that he would call the police immediately. The family is like a dog. Jump, it's too noisy, you come back quickly, or the ambulance will arrive."

Su Tianlin's eyebrows twitched wildly: "Could it be that you really..."

"Of course." Su Zhiyun smiled when he said this, as if he didn't care at all: "I killed Gu Zehuan, I sent him text messages, called him, begged him to see me, and he agreed, he is really I don’t have a long memory, I seem to have forgotten that I wanted to kill him before.”

"Then I met him, I took the knife, I can't go wrong this time, he's definitely dead."

"Brother, come back soon, or I might not be able to resist killing my parents, they are too noisy."

After leaving such a sentence lightly, Su Zhiyun hurriedly hung up the phone regardless of Su Tianlin who was already furious over there.

And when Su Tianlin hurried home, the sleepy nanny opened the door and saw the peace and quiet in the room, only then did he know that Su Zhiyun had lied to him.

The nanny was also very surprised when she saw Su Tianlin's messy suit and wet hair.

This was the last time Su Zhiyun appeared in this house. He exited in a silent and calm manner. No one even noticed when he left. Before leaving, he gave Su Tianlin a hard time.

And no matter how Su Tianlin texted and scolded the other party afterwards, Su Zhiyun stopped replying.

Many years later, on a summer night, Su Tianlin confides these things to his wife as if joking.

At that time, he was getting older, and his sideburns had white hair. When he was young, he remembered the angry things, but now they are all jokes.

"I don't understand why he would tell such a lie before he left."

His wife, who is from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, has a pair of beautiful eyes, which are buried under the quilt, and when they blink, they light up and are as soft as some kind of small animal. Poor?"

"What a pity."

"At that time, he probably hoped that someone would keep him or pay attention to him. Even if he made a big noise, being hysterical is better than turning a blind eye. He is like a child who has been waiting for someone to buy matches. He expects you to ask him why."

"I think he called you because he wanted to say goodbye, but he didn't say it out loud. He, like you, is not good at expressing himself."

"You have never really thought about what his words and actions represent, because no one really values ​​​​him, even if he said it himself, you would not be willing to listen to what he wants to say."

"Actually, no one in that family likes him, do they?"

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