Save the beautiful and tragic hero

The lights on both sides of the road came on early and extended into the depths of the woods.

The car drove along the road for about 10 minutes, and finally stopped in front of a villa.

Mi Lu and Uncle Li got out of the car first, and the other two drove directly to the private garage of the villa.

Mi Lu walked into the gate of the villa familiarly, and a smiling aunt greeted her with slippers.

"Master, you are back." Auntie bent down and put the slippers at Mi Lu's feet.

Mi Lu looked down at the slippers for a while, then changed into them silently.

The aunt helped Mi Lu put away the shoes as usual, and said: "Dinner is ready, you can go upstairs and change your clothes, and you can eat when you come down."

Mi Lu said hello.

He went upstairs to change clothes, but Uncle Li naturally wouldn't follow, so he waited in the living room.

Auntie naturally asked Uncle Li about Mi Lu's situation at school.

"Sir and Madam have already told you that you should take good care of the young master outside, and don't let the young master do stupid things, and don't let the young master follow anyone casually. If the young master has any troubles, you and I can't bear the responsibility. "Auntie said that she felt sorry for her.

"I know." Uncle Li replied.

"It's good that you know." The aunt said tirelessly, "You must pay close attention to the young master. Not all cats and dogs on the street can get close to the young master."

Uncle Li hummed.

Mi Lu put her hand on the handrail in the stairwell, and listened quietly to the conversation between Auntie and Uncle Li for a while, before turning around and continuing to walk upstairs.

He went back to his room, took off his school uniform, and changed into home clothes.

When he went to the bathroom to wash his hands, he saw in the mirror that his face was pale, with thick bruises under his eyes, and he was so thin that he would collapse if the wind blows.

Cold water gushed through between his fingers, and the water was very strong, slowly soaking into his wrist.

There were several freshly healed cuts on the wrist of his left hand, scattered messily on the snow-white skin, looking a little scary.

Mi Lu stared at those cuts for a long time before he belatedly recalled that he and Song Yu went to the hotel some time ago.

Unfortunately it didn't work out.

Uncle Li was too cautious. After realizing that something was wrong with him, he rushed into the room with bodyguards and hotel staff immediately. At that time, he was sitting on the sofa, bleeding all over the floor, and his whole body was numb with pain.

Mi Lu touched the cut.

Good thing I don't feel it now.

He turned off the tap, dried his hands, walked out of the bathroom, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his school uniform he had taken off, and turned on the screen, just as a new text message came in.

It was still a text message from Song Yu.

[Song Yu: Why haven't you come yet?We agreed. 】

[Song Yu: Mi Lu, do you want to go back on your word? 】

Mi Lu clicked into the text message, clicked to open the input box, and after some hesitation, he replied to Song Yu's text message.

He said: Well, I regret it.

As soon as the text message was sent, Song Yu Fengnan called immediately. It was a cheerful ringtone, but it was like a reminder for death.

Mi Lu answered the phone calmly. He held the phone to his ear but didn't speak.

"Mi Lu! How can you go back on your word?!" Song Yu's angry voice came from the opposite side of the phone. He seemed unable to accept Mi Lu's decision and almost collapsed, even crying in his voice.

Mi Lu sat on the single sofa, and when Song Yu finished his rant, he said in a flat tone: "Song Yu, death is indeed a relief, but we have all overlooked one point. The process of dying is very painful, no matter which way you die. .”

"What?" Song Yu asked in surprise, "You actually care about this?"

"Yes." Mi Lu admitted frankly, and he told Song Yu, "I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of pain."

"..."

Song Yu was choked by Mi Lu's unexpected answer and was silent for a long time, then smiled mockingly, "Do you think it's interesting? Xiao Lu, do you think our life is interesting? I haven't seen the blue sky outside for a long time. I don’t smell the air outside, the boring life day after day, the boring days as far as the eye can see, we are not human, we are clearly robots in the factory.”

Mi Lu didn't speak, but slowly clenched her hands on her knees.

"With me here, what are you afraid of? Even if it is pain, I will bear it with you." Song Yu's tone changed into a pleading, "Xiao Lu, you are my only friend, can you come and accompany me? "

Mi Lu's throat rolled, and his voice became dry: "I..."

"Come with me, will you?"

"No." Mi Lu closed his eyes, his fingertips on the edge of the phone gradually turned white, and he said, "At least not now."

After all, he quickly hung up the phone without waiting for Song Yu's reaction.

Then turn off the phone.

While eating, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows completely darkened, and the pitch-black night was like a lead stone, which might be weighed down at any time.

In the thick night, the white lights of the courtyard lights were pitifully dim.

Corresponding to it is the dining table of Mi Lu's family. There are sumptuous dishes on the huge rectangular dining table. Auntie, Uncle Li and others are standing on both sides of the dining table, and only Mi Lu is sitting alone at one end of the dining table.

The whole picture is quiet, cold and lonely.

If it wasn't for Mi Lu being in it, he would have wanted to use a picture frame to frame this scene, it really looked like a lifeless painting.

Mi Lu had no appetite, so he put down the bowl and chopsticks after a few mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth with a tissue, got up and went upstairs to rest.

Uncle Li suddenly called to him: "Master."

Mi Lu paused, then looked back at Uncle Li: "Is Uncle Li okay?"

Uncle Li hesitated to speak, but after some struggles, he still chose to speak: "You can't come back to life after death, young master, let's be sad."

Hearing this, Mi Lu looked at Uncle Li slowly full of confusion. He tilted his head and asked, "Uncle Li, what are you talking about? Who died and can't be resurrected? Who died?"

"Master..." Uncle Li's expression suddenly became sad, and he wiped his face, "Song Yu is your good friend, even if he...he is gone, he certainly doesn't want you to be immersed in the past , and the husband and wife are also very worried about you."

Having said that, Mi Lu became even more inexplicable. He quickly extracted a few key points from Uncle Li's words, and then opened his eyes slightly: "You mean Song Yu is dead?"

"..." Uncle Li looked at Mi Lu silently, with extremely complicated eyes.

"No, isn't Song Yu all right? Why did he die?" Mi Lu said in a daze, "I met Song Yu today and talked, and he stood in front of me like a living person. How could he die?" will die?"

Uncle Li's eyes were faintly red, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was grabbed by the aunt who came from the side.

Auntie winked at Uncle Li and said in a low voice, "Stop talking."

Uncle Li lowered his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about? Why do you say Song Yu is dead?" Mi Lu was extremely confused and extremely anxious.

He doesn't understand.

Why did he just sleep and wake up, everything around him became different.

"It's nothing." Auntie came over and patted Mi Lu's back in relief, "You're tired after a busy day at school, go upstairs and take a shower and rest."

Mi Lu asked her aunt anxiously, "Did something happen to Song Yu?"

The aunt shook her head and sighed: "No, it was your Uncle Li who was talking nonsense just now, don't take it to heart."

"That's not right." Mi Lu suddenly thought of something, "I just talked to Song Yu on the phone not long ago, and he said he was waiting for me on the roof of the school. It is impossible for him to have an accident in such a short period of time."

The auntie's face changed suddenly when she heard these words, she didn't say anything more, and brought Mi Lu back to the bedroom with Uncle Li.

Mi Lu didn't even take a shower, and was forced to sleep by them on the bed.

miracly.

Mi Lu really fell asleep.

Perhaps because of thinking day by day and dreaming at night, Mi Lu dreamed about many things related to Song Yu, but those things were mostly accompanied by a depressive atmosphere, as if there was a cloud of air stuck in Mi Lu's throat, making him He was having difficulty even breathing.

Oh, right.

He also had a dream.

He dreamed that he and Song Yu were in the hotel room. They took a lot of sleeping pills, but they didn't work, so Song Yu proposed to use physical methods to help them achieve their goals.

The blades were prepared by Song Yu in advance, and there was a whole box.

Mi Lu sat on the sofa, Song Yu sat on the bed, and the carpet in the room was soaked with their blood.

Such a way of death is undoubtedly painful, but Song Yu didn't see any pain on his face. He lay on the bed with a crooked body, with a relieved, relaxed, and relieved smile on his face.

He smiled at Mi Lu, "We can finally get rid of this terrible world."

Mi Lu's body was imprisoned on the sofa, he watched Song Yu's breath getting weaker and weaker, and his heart was beating wildly.

He remembered.

He remembered it all.

Song Yu is indeed gone, but Song Yu is not dead, but was taken abroad by his parents for psychological treatment after unsuccessful suicide/suicide.

That night at the hotel was their last night together.

So who is that Song Yu waiting for him on the school roof?Who is the dead Song Yu that Uncle Li said?

Mi Lu was confused, for the first time he had such a strong sense of fragmentation, as if the world he lived in was made up of several fragments, incomplete and unreal.

"Xiao Lu." Song Yu said weakly on the bed, "Thank you for coming to accompany me, we will walk together, no one will be alone."

Mi Lu dug his fingers into the leather of the sofa, staring at Song Yu's bloodless face, his tone was firmer than ever before: "I said I regretted it."

Song Yu was slightly taken aback: "What?"

"Song Yu, I regret it, I want to live."

At the same time, a strange male voice came from the back of his mind.

The male voice said that he never felt that the world was not bad, but even so, he still wanted to live, he was not born to die.

What's so hard about dying?

The hard part is to survive.

A dense pain emerged from the depths of his mind, and Mi Lu tried to distinguish the male voice, but was overwhelmed by the surging pain in the next instant.

Who was talking just now?

Why does that person's voice sound so familiar?

Is it someone he knows?

But he had no impression.

He couldn't remember anything.

it hurts.

His head hurts.

Tears blurred Mi Lu's vision, even if he couldn't see his appearance at this moment, he could still guess that he must be crying very embarrassingly.

He raised his hand to touch his face, and sure enough, he touched the tears in his hand.

He was not a crying person since he was a child, but he couldn't stop crying at this moment. He no longer knew why he was crying, whether it was because of a headache or because he couldn't remember that person.

Or maybe...

He seems to have lost something very important.