Straight male cannon fodder is attracted by the protagonist

When Meng Chan woke up in a daze, he subconsciously touched the side, it was empty.

He opened his eyes suddenly, there was no Yu Zhiyi on the bed.

strangeness.

Yu Zhiyi loves to sleep with him the most, and Meng Chan will always be strangled awake by him, but in the middle of the night, where did he go?

The door of the room was open, Meng Chan got up and got out of bed, walked into the living room, and saw Yu Zhiyi on the balcony at a glance.

He was only wearing a thin pajamas, and the cold wind blew up his pajamas, exposing his thin porcelain white waist.

"Yu Zhiyi." Meng Chan called him.

He didn't answer.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chan saw Yu Zhiyi stepping on the railing with one foot. This is the eleventh floor!

Meng Chan's pupils shrank, and he strode forward, before Yu Zhiyi stepped into the railing with his second foot, he quickly pulled him down.

Yu Zhiyi was dragged to sit on the ground, his eyes still blank, staring blankly at the ground, without saying a word.

"What are you going crazy at night?" Meng Chan scolded him in a cold voice.

As if he couldn't hear it, Yu Zhiyi didn't respond at all, his face was pale and bloodless, and his pupils were emotionless.

He was shivering with cold.

Meng Chan didn't know what to say to him, so he pulled him into the living room, and Yu Zhiyi followed him numbly and lifelessly.

Meng Chan turned on the light, pressed the man on the sofa, covered him with a blanket, then squatted in front of him, and asked him, "What's the matter with you?"

Yu Zhiyi lowered his head, as if his language system had failed, he looked dazed and did not speak.

Seeing him like this, Meng Chan couldn't bear to attack him. He was very patient at the moment, and said calmly, "Tell me, huh?"

Just when Meng Chan thought Yu Zhiyi couldn't speak, he finally opened his mouth slowly.

"...She was calling me." Yu Zhiyi's voice was hoarse, "She asked me to accompany her."

"Who is she?" Meng Chan may have guessed, "Is it your sister?"

Yu Zhiyi's expression suddenly became flustered, his long and curled eyelashes trembled, and his pale lips trembled violently. I don't know whether it was because of the cold or fear, but his supposedly beautiful face was now covered with a frightened and fragile color. .

Like a porcelain doll that is about to break, it will collapse in the next second.

He was incoherent: "They all asked me to die... I was a disaster, they said I was a disaster... They came to find me, my sister, my mother, they all asked me to accompany them..."

Yu Zhiyi looked crazy and flustered, he covered his head, trying to escape reality, his body trembled more and more.

Meng Chan's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.

Without thinking about it, he covered Yu Zhiyi's face with his hands, leaned forward, looked directly at Yu Zhiyi, and said every word, "Yu Zhiyi, look at me, they are not here."

Yu Zhiyi's trembling body calmed down strangely, his eyes were opened in panic and confusion, his pale lips were still trembling slightly, probably because he recognized the person in front of him, his eyelids blinked slowly, tears dripped down his face Drops fell on Meng Chan's hand.

Knowing that he was slowly waking up, Meng Chan continued to coax him, "You are not a disaster, no one says you are a disaster."

"You can live, live happily."

Yu Zhiyi lost all strength and fell on Meng Chan's shoulder. He was very tired, panting weakly, and said in a weak almost inaudible tone: "Brother, I'm so tired, I'm really... so tired."

"They were always there for me and always asked me to be with them."

"You see them often?" Meng Chan's tone was a little heavy.

Yu Zhiyi panted a few times in a low voice, tears flowed down his cheeks, and his eyelids were half closed weakly.

"My sister has always been by my side. Her death is the reason for me. She wants me to accompany her." Yu Zhiyi said that he would rest for a while, panting slowly, he didn't even have the strength to reach out and hug Meng Chan , can only lean on Meng Chan's shoulder.

As if he was terrified, he anxiously begged Meng Chan, "Brother, hug me..."

Meng Chan raised his hand, his movements were a little stiff, after all, he had never hugged anyone before, but he still hugged him slowly as Yu Zhiyi wished.

The end of Yu Zhiyi's eyes seemed to be bent, his face was still tired, and he continued, "But I don't want to die, brother, I want to see you, I want to be with you, and if I die... I won't be able to see you."

Meng Chan unconsciously exerted a little force on Yu Zhiyi's arms, his expression was heavy, his brows were tightly pressed, and an emotion called pity was condensed in his eyes.

"Brother, I will not... listen to them, I will live, and I will stay by your side."

Yu Zhiyi suddenly asked him, "Brother, am I your favorite existence?"

Meng Chan didn't know what language to use to answer him now. Now, he was sure that he didn't hate Yu Zhiyi, but not hating didn't mean love.

Yu Zhiyi asked him to answer this kind of question, which was almost a confession oath, but Meng Chan couldn't answer it, and he couldn't deceive Yu Zhiyi either.

"You are special." Meng Chan's voice is deep, calm and cold, giving people a hidden sense of security. He frowned, trying to coax Yu Zhiyi, who is now fragile and sensitive, with slightly warm words, but he thought about it For a long time, there was only this sentence.

Yu Zhiyi is indeed special. He is the only one who makes Meng Chan feel sorry for him. In his indifferent and desolate life for more than 20 years, others can't see the miscellaneous facial features, so there is no need to show warmth.

But Yu Zhiyi was different, he always put himself in a helpless soft heart.He was beautiful, fragile, a restless, sensitive and very dependent kid.

All his emotions were always tied to Meng Chan. Meng Chan had never been so dependent on anyone before, so he couldn't bear to treat Yu Zhiyi with an overly indifferent attitude.

He is the existence that makes Meng Chan's indifference and heart soft.

But Meng Chan couldn't call this tenderness love, he was not so stupid that he couldn't tell the difference between love, this word was too deep and too frivolous.

It's too complicated, it's desire, greed, selfishness, and madness, but Meng Chan doesn't account for any of them.

He has pity for Yu Zhiyi, but he doesn't love him.

In the face of unsure heartbeat, Meng Chan would not say this word lightly.

Yu Zhiyi leaned on his shoulder and smiled hoarsely, "...What kind of answer is this, isn't it my favorite existence?"

Meng Chan shook the man's shoulders and presented his face in front of his eyes. His tone was very light, but not perfunctory: "It is a special existence."

Yu Zhiyi didn't speak, just smiled slightly, the corners of his lips were extremely shallow, but his eyes were dull and empty.Like two black holes, lifeless, with extremely split eyebrows and lips.

Smile and dead silence coexisted, hanging on the handsome face, there was a strange sense of disobedience.

He is smiling, but not happy.

Meng Chan felt uncomfortable watching, and covered his eyes, "Go to sleep."

After finally coaxing Yu Zhiyi to sleep, Meng Chan couldn't fall asleep, so he simply sat on the sofa in the living room.

He took out one eye from the cigarette case, spread his legs casually, put one hand on his leg, and exhaled a mouthful of smoke. His tough facial features were deep and clear, and he looked stern and lazy as he smoked.

He used to think that Yu Zhiyi might be mentally ill, but he didn't expect that he was really ill.

Meng Chan didn't understand his past life, and when his roommates told him the plot before, they just casually mentioned his past. Meng Chan only knew that Yu Zhiyi lived with his own father, stepmother and stepmother's son, but he was Being out of place, I had a bad life since I was a child.

But how bad it was, Meng Chan didn't know.

It was only today that he found out that Yu Zhiyi would have hallucinations. He had been hiding it very well, which led Meng Chan to simply think that Yu Zhiyi just had memory problems. Now it seems that his spirit is not very good either.

The wind was howling outside, Meng Chan glanced at the balcony, and suddenly realized that if he woke up later, Yu Zhiyi might have jumped off.

At this moment, he was overwhelmed by fear.

At the same time, he always felt that the scene just now was a bit familiar, as if he had saved someone like this before.

But he couldn't remember.

Meng Chan extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray and approached the room. Yu Zhiyi had already fallen asleep, curled up uneasily, and the quilt was kicked crookedly by him.

Meng Chan helped him tidy the quilt, looked at his sleeping face, couldn't help but gently traced his delicate facial features with his fingers.

"Poor little girl." He murmured softly.

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