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"Brother, can you take a good rest here?"

"If you are obedient, I will satisfy you whatever you want here."

"Just can't go out, can't you?"

Soft tone, gentle coaxing, beautiful young man, affectionate eyes.

Shi Fangman parted his lips, smiled mockingly, and looked at him with his head tilted, the glasses frame slipped off the bridge of his nose, hanging dangerously on one ear.

"Then where do I need a cell phone?"

"If brother is obedient, I can give you a computer that is not connected to the Internet."

He sneered, and the mirror frame fell to the ground crisply.

Yan Zheng's face remained unchanged, he still looked at him affectionately, and said softly: "You don't have anyone to contact, right?"

"Anyway, no one cares about me except me, so just stay here for a while and try to like me, can't you?"

"Yan Zheng, you are a lunatic."

Anyway, there was a blurry figure in front of him, and he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, so he closed his eyelids and leaned against the cold glass behind him.

"Only a madman would have such a crazy idea."

"Shut me up?"

"How long are you going to be locked up?"

"How long can you stay shut?"

He rested his fingers on the floor, stroking the rough patterns on the carpet: "This place needs water, electricity, food, garbage, traces of human existence, and most importantly, you will come here from time to time, it's impossible Unobtrusive."

"You can't imprison me here forever."

"And I'm going to be 30 soon."

"It's not the three-year-old who laughs when given a candy, the 13-year-old who is confused and needs to rely on another person, or the 23-year-old who still dreams of the possibility of falling in love with a beautiful girl."

"Although I'm not old enough, I'm already a mature adult who is stubborn enough to be annoying. How can I change my mind and try to like you?"

Rubbing his cheeks with his warm fingertips, his knuckles resting on the tip of his nose, Yan Zheng said in a low voice, "You always have your reasons."

"But, brother, I'm a little lunatic who doesn't reason with others."

"Do you remember? I said that even if my answer is wrong, no one will change it."

"I'm more stubborn than my brother, because I don't care what other people tell me to do well, even if my brother says I'm a lunatic, I admit it."

"I just want my brother to think about nothing and stay away from other people's eyes. I want you to ask yourself, apart from the inferiority complex and hidden physical defects, and the right and wrong in the universal sense, brother, do you also have Do you like me a little?"

"Here is a person who can ignore everything, let go of his scruples, follow his heart, stay with me, only look at me, only talk to me, and only come to like my room."

"I never thought that I could imprison brother forever, but at least, you can accompany me now."

He patted his soft short hair, picked up the silver glasses that had fallen on the carpet and put them on Shi Fangman's face. He lowered his head to kiss the corner of the other's lips, but the person with closed eyes avoided the blowing air and turned his face away. , a gesture of complete rejection.

Yan Zheng didn't struggle, just like coming over, the door opened and closed.

Shi Fangman slowly opened his eyes. At the foot of the desk was a plastic bag containing food and several large bottles of water.

Bread, instant rice, vacuum-packed marinated meat, smoked sausage, dragon fruit and citrus, and the yogurt that often appears in the refrigerator when it is full.

He threw the food into the refrigerator, squatted on the ground and began to study and fiddle with the chains on his wrists and ankles.Normally, chains with a diameter greater than one centimeter were difficult to break with manpower. The chains on his body were already three to four centimeters wide, and it was impossible to break them without a professional cutting machine.The lock head is heavy, the lock mouth is wide at first and then narrow, and the inner structure looks intricate. Not only can Shi Fangman find no suitable material to poke it in, but he also doesn't have any knowledge of lockpicking. It is not realistic to pick the lock open by himself.

There is a microwave oven in the house, but the heat of the microwave cannot meet the heat required to melt the iron, and it is likely to cause the electromagnetic waves to focus, causing explosions and fires.

He stood up and turned into the bathroom. There were a lot of bottles and jars of toiletries and detergents there, but they were all weakly acidic liquids. He originally thought that he could find toilet cleaners in it and try to corrode them with the hydrochloric acid there. The connection is now impossible even if you think about it.

Now, apart from rubbing the iron chains together to cause it to wear out, Shi Fang couldn't think of any other way to break the chains or escape the chains.

He bit his lip and thought for a while, and he was not in a hurry to start this time-consuming and labor-intensive method that may not be useful. Instead, he tried to remove a stool leg, holding it and tapping it where he could touch it.The sound of wood hitting the carpet was dull, but the decibel level was not low. Shi Fangman lay on the ground, put his ears close to the ground, and counted the numbers for about two hours before stopping in disappointment.

He heard nothing.

It was like this for the next few days, rubbing the iron chain, knocking the sound to ask for help, counting the time to live, eating when hungry, eating what I usually eat, after three meals, I will count one day; sleepy Lie on the side, get up when you have enough sleep, and remember another day.

Yan Zheng didn't say anything when he saw the stool with one leg off. After taking it away, he sent a plastic one over next time.

Food and water will be replenished in time before they are finished.

However, the same brand of bread and instant rice, the same slightly spicy braised pork and smoked sausage, the same sweetness of dragon fruit and citrus, and the same yogurt, his favorite drink, have gradually become Numb on the tongue coating, mechanically poured into the stomach, unable to arouse the slightest wave of pleasure and satisfaction.

And slowly, the number of days recorded by the two methods began to deviate, and the difference became larger and larger. When Yan Zheng came to deliver things for the third time, Shi Fang was shocked to find that according to the amount of food eaten, Counting, it is only the eighth day now, but counting the number of sleep times, it is already No. 14 days.

The pot of blue-purple forget-me-nots on the table is exactly the same as the one I saw when I opened my eyes for the first time. From the figure reflected in the mirror, I can't see any changes that can be calculated by the passage of time.

He seemed to be eating less and less, while getting drowsy with increasing frequency.Rubbing the iron chain and knocking sound did not bring any positive feedback, and Shi Fangman gradually became tired of these two things.

The concept of lack of time is more terrifying than imagined. All behaviors become chaotic, and everything can be done at will, without rules and without fulcrum.

Life is floating in the chaos of time, like space junk floating in the vast universe, without landing, meaningless.

Compared with physical needs, living needs psychological comfort more, and these days, not only does he not know the time changes, but he also has no fun to speak of.

No movies, no games, no music, no information.

Not a single book, not a deck of cards, not any trinkets to pass the time.

I have tried all the clothes in the closet, counted the petals of forget-me-nots three or four times, sorted and summarized the patterns on the carpet, and went through the mathematical formulas in my mind several times.

He even used tea to silently write and record on the desk, but before the tea dries up and the writing disappeared, he angrily wiped it off with his wet sleeve, and then began to try to write new content.

Finally, when Yan Zheng was about to leave next time, Shi Fangman stopped him hoarsely.

"I'd like a clock, and... some books."

Yan Zheng turned around and smiled slightly.

"Bang..."

The door closed at the end of the passage, Shi Fang stared at it unknowingly, saw the pain in his eyes, and physiologically shed tears before he came out of a daze.

He couldn't help but look forward to the time when the door opened again. Knowing that doing so was in line with Yan Zheng's wishes, he also began to look at the long and narrow passage often, hoping to see the handsome young man holding a heavy hand. In came books and a ticking clock.

The yellow-brown round dial looks like a huge sunflower, and the hands move with a crisp sound, hanging behind the door.

Yan Zheng handed him a thin booklet, which was an emotional magazine that Fang Man would have found boring before, published twice a week.

He took it with joy and looked down. On the upper left corner of the cover of a magazine, the time of the current issue was printed.

Issue 481.

2x19 September 3.

今年的元宵节是2月24号，车票也是2月24日，出发前的那一天是2月23日。

In other words, he has been here for 13 days.

"Only this one?"

"I'll bring it to you next time I come."

Yan Zheng put down the food and water, stood up and looked at him.

"Brother, do you want to talk to me?"

"..."

With his hands in his pockets, the young man leaned against the table and smiled dotingly; "It's okay, then I'll wait for next time."

He took out the nearly bald forget-me-nots from the vase on the table, and replaced them with a beautiful bouquet of smoky pink flowers. Shi Fangman lowered his head and flipped through the magazines instead of reading, but he couldn't stop the magnetic and affectionate voice from spreading. into the ear.

"This is also a forget-me-not. I hope I like this color, so please be merciful."

He tied the garbage into his mouth, carried it through the aisle, stood behind the door, turned sideways, stretched out his arms, and easily took off the plate of yellow-brown clocks.

Shi Fang got up and stood up straight, the pages of the book held between his fingers were vigorously crumpled, his lips opened and closed back and forth, and the remaining rationality prevented him from speaking.

The door opened and closed.

He sat down and was silent.

Suddenly with a wave of his hand, he swept a handful of forget-me-nots on the ground.

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"Do you want to talk to me?"

A thin magazine can be read quickly, but Shi Fangman will stop to do other things every time he only reads an article.walk around