God said I would meet you

One o'clock in the morning, Australia.

Xu Zhao was sleeping soundly under the quilt when he was suddenly awakened by the sharp ringing of his mobile phone.

It was spring in Australia at this time, and the climate in the eastern cities was quite pleasant. He was dreaming well, who would call at this time to disturb his dream.

"Cracking the shits!" Xu Zhao was so angry that he didn't even look at who it was, and blurted out a series of swear words: "Youson..."

He has a few nasty buddies who like to make jokes, and especially like to call him regardless of jet lag. At this moment, he thought it was these old tricks of the same kind, bombarding and firing in all directions until the opposite side sank. Said: "Xu Zhao!"

Standard Chinese, this voice is not like those boring ghosts who are laughing all day long, Xu Zhao was stunned for a moment, with messy hair, said: "Who is it?"

Zhang Xinli said, "Me." He said, "Do you know where Lin Jinyu is?"

"What's the matter?" Xu Zhao was still a little confused: "Isn't he at school? I'm a thousand miles away, and it's not a season. Call me here and ask what's going on?"

"He's not at school." Zhang Xinli spoke much faster than usual, as if he was in a hurry: "Do you know where he is?"

After that seemingly ordinary phone call last time, Lin Jinyu had no news. He said that his father might ask him to have dinner at home during the National Day, but there was no news.

This is obviously unusual. After the National Day in October, Zhang Xinli was finally able to find time to commit suicide at the school in person after the National Day holiday in October... In this way, the feeling of something wrong became even more obvious. Lin Jinyu's roommate told him that he didn't come to class at all this semester.

Zhang Xinli's thoughts were confused and he had no clue, so he had no choice but to contact Lin Jinyu's friends that he could get in touch with one by one.

However, their circles of friends don't overlap very much. When they were in school, they had two groups of friends, not to mention they were separated for three or four years.

"I don't know," Xu Zhao said with a dazed expression, "I'm not in the same time zone as you guys, how would I know?"

Zhang Xinli cursed, if Xu Zhao didn't know, then his hope of finding out what happened was very slim.

"Hey... Let me tell you, what happened?" Xu Zhao remained out of state, and Zhang Xinli's tone was very serious, which made people feel that the situation was urgent, so he couldn't help but become serious: "Fuck, I won't disappear. , Was kidnapped?"

The law and order in Australia is good, but when you are away from home, you are not familiar with the place, so you will inevitably encounter some conflicts. Last week Xu Zhao and other friends went to a bar in the red light district and encountered gangsters fighting. At this time, he naturally thought in that direction.

"I don't know..." Zhang Xinli had never felt so powerless before: "...I really don't know."

Huang Jiayao's mobile phone is now under strict control. It took him almost a week to get Xu Zhao's number from him, but there still seemed to be no way.

"Wait," the situation seemed serious, Xu Zhao woke up completely from a doze, he got up wrapped in a quilt and said, "I'll make an inquiry, I'll call back later."

The domestic society tends to favor human relations, and a person's surroundings are often filled with all kinds of complicated interpersonal relationships. This kind of relationship spreads and colludes, and finally forms a huge network of contacts. At one o'clock in the morning, Xu Zhao sat on the bed and dug out The address book before and after work began to be typed one by one in alphabetical order.

His address book is not complete. Xu Zhao asked around, but still no one knew what was going on. Zhang Xinli said that the last time he saw him was in mid-August. In school, this was the most important clue. Xu Zhao thought he was a little clever , he pondered for a moment, clicked into Lin Jinyu's QQ and WeChat, and began to screen one by one.

The interpersonal relationship of students is relatively simple. The only ones who can leave comments and likes are classmates and family members. Xu Zhao found a pen and paper, and screened out all the high school classmates whose remarks were displayed, and marked out those who were his college classmates from the wording, pretending to be Lin Jinyu His brother, began to inquire one by one.

Some people thought he was a liar, but some believed him. Finally, someone who said he was the monitor of Lin Jinyu's class asked in surprise, "Didn't he ask for sick leave? I saw it with my own eyes in the teacher's office." Go to his parents to go through the formalities."

"Sick leave?" Xu Zhao was taken aback for a moment, feeling sick... But what kind of illness is so publicized, and if you ask for such a long time, it can't be a terminal illness, right?

Feeling uneasy as if struck by lightning, he turned to his high school address book and called again to find out who was still in Shanghai. I didn't dare to sleep anymore, except for calling or sitting and waiting for the call.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten hours passed, and finally, at 1:[-] noon, a friend brought news that Lin Jinyu had a roommate who opened a milk tea shop who met him last month and lent him [-] yuan .

One... Xu Zhao had black eye circles and messy hair, and he was even more confused. Why did Lin Jinyu borrow so much money?Terminally ill?My mother can't!

He didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly told Zhang Xinli all the news.

Zhang Xinli also didn't sleep all night, so he went to the landlord to ask when the apartment was vacated. After two months, there were so many tenants here every day, the landlord didn't remember much, so he checked the account book and told him that he would be vacated in August. up.

Just a few days after he left.

"Thank you," Zhang Xinli was silent for a while, and asked, "Did he come to retire by himself?"

"I don't really remember..." the landlord's wife said, "There are too many people here, to be honest, I can't match people with their names."

Zhang Xinli described Lin Jinyu's appearance, trying to get more clues: "...he is a boy, but he wears earrings."

"Hiss..." The landlady's wife tried her best to recall: "When you say it like this, I seem to have a little impression... The one who looks so good is wow. He didn't retire by himself, but his father."

The landlord's daughter interjected, "Yes, I left in a hurry and the room was not cleaned, so I don't need a deposit."

She said: "... seems to be arguing, and keeps asking who is the person who lives with him."

……

After the fiery summer, in October, Shanghai began to cool down.

Lin Jinyu wore a black Adidas sweater, pulled her hat tightly, put her hands in her waist pockets, walked through the gate of the community, and hurried home.

The black hood covered most of his face, and the exposed chin was thin and bloodless. He walked in the shadows between tall buildings, like a dim ghost in the cracks.

His dad will go home at 05:30 today, he has to go back before he enters the house, and then put the bloody medical record on his desk as a surprise for him—Lin Jinyu memorized it after taking paroxetine for a while There were little red dots on his face, and the doctor advised him to screen for allergens. However, during the blood drawing process, he seemed agitated and couldn't concentrate at all... Lin Jinyu's arm holding the blood collection needle bent and fluttered, making the needle stick into the vein. It deviated and pierced deeply, and the blood that flew out during the swing dripped onto the medical record.

He didn't mean it, but that's how things are, Lin Jinyu felt that he was terrible, he was so anxious and unable to concentrate, it was terrible, he couldn't do anything well, there is no worse person in the world than him .

When he came in, the security guard greeted him with a smile, but he didn't answer - he was a little slow to respond, and he didn't want to talk or socialize.

He walked briskly, feeling tight in his chest, and seemed a little nauseous... It would be great if he could take out his stomach, and when he felt like vomiting, he would take it out and empty it out before putting it back.

Can such a machine be invented?It would be great if I could invent it... Lin Jinyu was immersed in his own world, making meaningless assumptions. He held the rolled case in his sweater pocket, and took out the access control card with the other hand. To open the door mechanically.

After checking everything was correct, the door of the unit made a "didi" sound, welcoming him in. Lin Jinyu was lost in thought. He kind of forgot why he was in such a hurry to come back. He actually didn't want to come back at all... Then why did he come so fast?

Anyway, I'm back, I'll enter the door later, and my parents may have dinner together when they come back later, the suffocating dining table... Lin Jinyu grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open a little bit. He didn't go in for a long time, but he thought again Other things go, so that the current action is always interrupted.

In his perception, there is no one around now——Suddenly, a hand stretched out from nowhere, stretched out on top of his hand, and helped him push open the heavy unit door.

This building faces south and is warm in winter and cool in summer. There are no residents or large windows in the front hall on the first floor. The wind that blows in is cool but not intrusive. Lin Jinyu's dull nerves are suddenly jolted by the wind. It seemed to wake up suddenly.

He turned his head in surprise—the hat that originally covered his face loosened with his movements, and the sun finally shone on his pale face.

Lin Jinyu had thin cheeks and bruises under his eyes. Months of torture made him feel mentally tortured. He lost his appetite and didn't want to eat. The side effects of paroxetine made him sometimes insomnia and sometimes drowsy.

Zhang Xinli turned his back to the afternoon sun, looked down at him quietly, his eyes flickered, and at that moment, Lin Jinyu seemed to be frozen in place.

He seemed to be in a daze, and couldn't tell whether the scene he was seeing was reality or a hallucination. He just looked at him for a long time without blinking, until Zhang Xinli said slowly, "...you have lost a lot of weight."

Lin Jinyu's frozen eyes moved for a moment, and the next second, he was visibly embarrassed, trying to hide... as if he was something shady.When he found that there was nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape, Lin Jinyu smiled for the first time... and said: "Why are you..." He said: "Why are you here? Guoqing asked for leave and will go back in a few days go to school."

"Really?" Zhang Xinli stared at him, staring at the smile on his thin face that seemed to be no big deal, and asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Lin Jinyu was very casual when filing the case. The paper of the case was uneven, and the corners of the page were shifted and deformed, revealing his pockets. His hands trembled, and he carried 300 taels of silver on his back, saying, "It's nothing."

The frantic movements combined with his pale face and tired smile, there is no more clumsy performance in the world. Who would have thought that he was actually a master of tricks and lies?

Zhang Xinli didn't smile at all, he said "Really" again, stretched out his hand to Lin Jinyu, and said, "Give it to me."

Lin Jinyu was willing to give him anything, except this.

The smile on his face slowly disappeared, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he said expressionlessly: "No," Lin Jinyu said: "...Actually, there is nothing to look at, it's boring, but this is my privacy."

"It's okay," Zhang Xinli said, "I'm not afraid of being bored."

He took a step forward, and Lin Jinyu took a step back.The expression on Lin Jinyu's face changed again. He frowned deeply, and his tone seemed to be filled with anger. He said, "It's said to be private, and I don't want to show it to you. Can't understand people's words?"

Normally, Zhang Xinli wouldn't insist if he said that - but not this time.

Zhang Xinli continued to walk forward, and Lin Jinyu retreated step by step until he was blocked by a glass door.

"What's your privacy?" Zhang Xinli sneered with an angry smile in his tone: "Nude photos or screenshots of cheating chats?"

Lin Jinyu suddenly became really angry, and shouted at him loudly, "Get out! Get out as far as you can!"

He is a bit out of control, he has always had a lot of emotional ups and downs recently.

Zhang Xinli finally got tough and started to grab it. Lin Jinyu seemed uneasy like never before. Adding up all the uneasy moments in the past 20 years, he seemed to have never been so uneasy, as if what he was holding behind his back was the top secret of the next leader. The list—he even threw a very hard punch at Zhang Xinli's face, but Zhang Xinli dodged it.

"Do you still dare to do it?" Zhang Xinli stretched out one hand, bent his elbow, and wrapped his forearm around his neck, holding Lin Jinyu firmly between him and the glass door, and stretched out his other hand behind his back, Forcibly snatched the suspected book.

Lin Jinyu's eyes were red, staring as if they were about to protrude. He stared at him intently, his lips pursed, and his voice was as soft as a gossamer: "No...don't look..." He said, "...please."

If God gave him a chance to eat it, he would eat it without hesitation before Zhang Xinli saw it.

But he couldn't do it. There was nothing he could do to stop Zhang Xinli from opening that book. Lin Jinyu himself knew that many times he won in petty conflicts just because Zhang Xinli gave way to him.

Lin Jinyu gave up the useless struggle, he began to feel that he was useless again, too bad, he was a bad person, he couldn't do anything well.

Zhang Xinli stood face to face with him, and opened the white medical record with medical signs in front of him.

His movements were very resolute, the doctor's handwriting was very scribbled, with many consecutive strokes, and the name of the medicine was even more twisted and unintelligible, but a few words could still be vaguely made out.

Zhang Xinli looked carefully at the line and saw that it read: "Name...the name of the medical institution...mental health center...diagnosis and treatment subjects...the time of consultation...main complaint: Orientation therapy."

"Preliminary diagnosis...impression: anxiety and depression, slow speech, slow thinking, low emotion, most of the self-awareness exists, and there is indeed a homosexual orientation."