Dead after eight years [rebirth]

What does it feel like to die? Before deciding to jump off the building, Cheng Shuibei often thought about it.

After Zhang Ci'an got up, Cheng Shuibei lay motionless on the bed, looking sideways out of the window.

Today's weather is not so good, it's foggy outside, and the glass is soaked with water vapor.

There is a pot of cactus on the window sill, and a small yellow flower rarely blooms.A white butterfly flew from nowhere, landed among the flowers, flicked its wings twice, then flew away again.

——Close your eyes and kick your legs, and your life will pass, and it's no big deal.

"Little Bei,"

Zhang Ci'an uttered a voice and called Cheng Shuibei's god back.

"I have a report meeting today, you can eat dinner by yourself, don't wait for me."

Cheng Shuibei stood up in a daze, staring at Zhang Ci'an.

The 34-year-old man in leather shoes standing beside the bed is his lover, Zhang Ci'an, the youngest professor of fire science at Yunan University.

—How to die?

Zhang Ci'an was stared at by Cheng Shuibei, and straightened his collar uncomfortably, revealing a clear row of red teeth marks on his neck.

Cheng Shuibei smiled viciously.

An academic pioneer like Professor Zhang will stand glamorously surrounded by the eyes of everyone.No one knew that under his neatly ironed shirt, there was such a tooth mark from the unclear partner in the gossip.

"Okay." Cheng Shuibei finally spoke, looking away from Zhang Ci'an's neck, watching his well-dressed lover walk over him to fetch the glasses on the bedside.

— Drowning won't work, he can swim.

Zhang Ci'an was too busy with work, so Cheng Shuibei was the one who chose the style of the glasses. The golden frame pattern was exquisite and elegant.

Zhang Ci'an looks very good-looking in glasses, with a bit of a gentle charm, which fits him very well.Cheng Shuibei liked his style, and he would have to praise him to some extent on weekdays, but today he just watched Zhang Ci'an leave in silence.

"Zhang Ci'an—"

Professor Zhang was about to leave. Cheng Shuibei suddenly stopped him, thinking of the butterfly.

Zhang Ci'an put his hand on the side of the door, pushed the door open, and their relationship was covered by reality.

"I want to eat Xu Ji's butterfly cake at the gate of your school."

——Hanging is also not acceptable, the hanged person's death is not good, Cheng Shuibei has seen it before, it is too ugly.

"Okay, I wrote it down," Zhang Ci'an took out his mobile phone and tapped on the memo, "Is there anything else?"

"come back earlier."

"Ah."

Zhang Ci'an looked very anxious, and left after speaking, so he didn't hear Cheng Shuibei muttering "today is my birthday".

The sound of footsteps outside gradually faded, Cheng Shuibei got up and went to the bathroom.

His body was red and blue, especially around his waist.

He has always been aware of Zhang Ci'an's temperament, he looks gentle on the outside, and at that time he also behaved according to the rules, and he didn't use any tricks to torment him, only occasionally he was stronger, and he especially liked to embarrass Cheng Shuibei's slender waist.

When he woke up this morning, Zhang Ci'an didn't know what kind of interest he had, and when he was going out, he pressed Cheng Shuibei, who was half asleep and half awake, and Cheng Shuibei gnawed on his neck to show his revenge.

——It doesn't even matter if you get hit by a car, it's his own business to commit suicide.

After Cheng Shuibei finished washing, the phone reminder just rang.

July 2021, 7, 14th birthday.

Under the pretense of celebrating his birthday, Cheng Shuibei also asked the office for a day, assuming that he would have a good rest at home, and received a special gift from Zhang Ci'an before he woke up.

Apart from a little sore back, Cheng Shuibei still liked the gift very much.

Professor Zhang was so busy that he forgot Cheng Shuibei's birthday, and he didn't even think of anything when he heard the name of Xu Ji, who is famous for his cakes.

It's okay, Cheng Shuibei said to himself, happy birthday to himself.

——After much deliberation, let's jump off the building.

On such an important day, Cheng Shuibei planned to tidy himself up.

Opening the closet, the neat half belongs to the meticulous Professor Zhang, and the rest of the messy and unsightly half is his Cheng Shuibei's place.

Today's birthday, Cheng Shuibei decided to be presumptuous, bent over and rummaged through Zhang Cian's clothes, looking for something he could wear.

Zhang Ci'an's shirt, Zhang Ci'an's trousers, Zhang Ci'an's coat... Cheng Shuibei fished out a lot, and when he gestured to his body, it turned out to be ridiculously big, so he had to compromise and honestly wear his own white shirt.

After putting on the clothes on his body, Cheng Shuibei bent down and went to Zhang Ci'an's half to look for socks, but when he opened the box, it was still the same maroon color for thousands of years.

That's the downside of old men.Zhang Ci'an always has some hobbies that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, for example, he especially likes to embarrass Cheng Shuibei's thin waist, for example, he only wears maroon socks all year round.

Cheng Shuibei wanted to fight Zhang Ci'an to the end today, he piled all the socks in the box and the clothes in the closet on the bed, rubbed them into a mess, and then went to look in the mirror contentedly.

Professor Zhang's toothbrush mug is neatly placed on the second shelf of the wash shelf under the mirror. Cheng Shuibei was determined to be unrestrained on his birthday, and pushed Zhang Ci'an's tooth mug over with a raised hand, pretending to "hum" One sound.

The mirror was still covered with mist. Cheng Shuibei raised his little finger and wrote three letters.

Ade.

The water vapor condenses and the falling water turns the "e" into "θ".

Cheng Shuibei looked at the deformed letters, and didn't intend to care about them. Anyway, the water vapor would disperse, so Zhang Ci'an couldn't see it.

After doing bad things, Xiao Cheng was in a good mood. He picked up his mobile phone and ordered a bouquet of flowers for himself. When the boss asked if he needed to write a greeting card, Cheng Shuibei thought about it.

"Write, just write... Cheng Shuibei lives a long life, don't worry, just deliver it before dinner, just leave it at the door."

Cheng Shuibei hung up the phone, put his mobile phone on the locker at the entrance, and went out smartly without taking anything with him.

Last weekend, he spent a whole morning messing up the solar panel at home, and got a key to the top floor while the property was being repaired.

The elevator was delayed, so Cheng Shuibei had no choice but to condescend to walk up the stairs to the eighth floor with his long legs.

Cheng Shuibei found that he was really destined to be with the number "eight", or, those who are not lucky enough can always come up with some special rhetoric to decorate their dull life.

For example, he is exactly eight years younger than Zhang Cian, for example, he and Zhang Cian have lived together for eight years, and for example, the building they live in has eight floors.

Jumping from the eighth floor, you should be able to die thoroughly.

When Cheng Shuibei climbed to the top of the building, he just heard the bell of Yunan University.

Zhang Ci'an would walk in the flow of students in and out of class, go to classrooms, research institutes, and give his lectures.

Ade.

Cheng Shuibei stepped on the wall with bare feet, spread his arms, took a deep breath, and jumped down with his eyes closed.

Fell like a white butterfly into the summer mist.

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