little beast

The chain was too short, and Sheng Shuangxu couldn't even sit up. He hugged his knees in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, and his mind gradually relaxed. His whole body was in burning pain, and his neck had lost all feeling. The physical pain made him forget for a while. The torment of the rainy night.

He fell asleep in a daze.

Sheng Shuangxu had a dream.

He dreamed of himself eight years ago, sitting at his desk with a freshly opened envelope on the desk.

He pulled out the paper from the envelope according to his own memory. Even in his dream, he seemed to be able to feel the quality of the paper—the paper was very thin, and it was covered with the nervous handwriting of young people. There was no sentimental and affectionate words in the whole article. , the words are green and introverted, and they only express their admiration purely and humblely.

Sheng Shuangxu recalled the content of this letter countless times in his memory. He knew that it was a dream, but he still couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart—he knew what happened after that, and it was because he was so clear that he panicked so much. .

This is a letter to Shaoqing, signed by Shen Chengan.

At this time, Sheng Shuangxu was their common head teacher.

Sheng Shuangxu blinked, and the young Shen Chengan appeared out of thin air on the seat opposite his desk. At that time, Shen Chengan was quiet and docile, with emerald green eyes. Laughing—after all, this is a dream, no matter what appears, it is not surprising, and Sheng Shuangxu in the dream will not feel strange either.

Shen Chengan wrung his fingers, and he rarely showed the nervousness of a young man: "Teacher, please...please don't say it, I will solve it, and it won't affect the college entrance examination..."

If Sheng Shuangxu could go back to eight years ago, knowing what happened later, he would definitely stand beside this confused young man and say to him: "It's okay, Shen Chengan, I won't tell anyone."

And in his memory, he would not compromise easily, he heard himself say: "Shen Chengan, you can't do this."

"You guys are really perverted like this, Shen Chengan, even if you don't think about your own grades, you still have to think about your future with Shaoqing—no, homosexuality has no future."

Shen Chengan fell silent.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't know that the young man in front of him already knew his secret. A teacher with a fetish for women's clothing, how could he say that his gay student was a pervert.

They have been together for so long, yet Shen Chengan is still willing to trust this reliable adult in front of him. He has been a calm, introverted and unassuming child since he was a child. He said calmly, "Teacher, I won't disturb him. Tell others about this, at least, please don't tell my mother."

"She would literally kill me for it."

Sheng Shuangxu sighed, and said, "Okay, Cheng An, I know you are a good boy."

Sheng Shuangxu clearly agreed to Shen Chengan, he really wanted to deal with this matter properly.

What happened next?He couldn't remember most of the details at that time, but he never forgot what he said himself.

Sheng Shuangxu confiscated the letter, and on the second day of talking with Shen Chengan, the content of the letter was stolen. It was copied countless times and posted on the walls of the classroom, on the podium, on the blackboard, and even There is Shaoqing's desk.

The college entrance examination is approaching, students come and go answering questions in the office, and the flow of people is very large. Coupled with monitoring and maintenance, it is difficult to find out the perpetrators.

Although the culprit was not found, Sheng Shuangxu tried his best to suppress the matter, but the tragedy could not be prevented from spreading—the undercurrent among the students was surging, and as a teacher, it was difficult for him to intervene in it. Shen Chengan was also a child who was isolated by the class. He could suppress the public discussions, but he couldn't resolve the hidden contradictions.

In the blink of an eye, it was the holiday before the college entrance examination, most of the students chose to go back to school for self-study, Sheng Shuangxu had to accompany him from morning to night, but Shen Chengan and Shao Qing never went back to school for self-study.

Sheng Shuangxu took the time to call the two of them, but Shen Chengan didn't speak after answering the call, just remained silent.

Shaoqing's voice was full of gloom, and Sheng Shuangxu tried to communicate with him many times, but the results were not very good.

Sheng Shuangxu couldn't remember how he spent those days in a state of desperation. He had too many things to take care of, and he held endless meetings to review and answer questions, which made it difficult for him to even handle this matter well.

Sheng Shuangxu looked at himself running around in his dream, guilt and pain entangled him like a shadow, even in a dream, he couldn't get rid of the shadow in his heart.

——He doesn't want to continue to have this dream anymore, he knows the ending at the end of the dream, if he can put away the love letter that day, if he can do better, if... But, there is nothing if.

The day before the college entrance examination, Shaoqing returned to school and jumped off the roof.

At that time, Sheng Shuangxu was still leading evening self-study, and Sheng Shuangxu in the dream watched Shaoqing jump, mixed with his fantasies, and later even he himself fell, he didn't even know Shaoqing What have you been through these days.

He is such an incompetent head teacher.

He lay beside Shaoqing, his perspective was fixed on Shaoqing's intact cheek in the dream, he begged not to look any more, but he didn't know who he was begging to, whether he was begging to himself who made the dream, or to his heart The god who does not exist in the movie pleads, but he can only look at Shaoqing's face motionlessly.

Shaoqing's face deformed in front of his eyes, transforming into Sheng Yuwei's appearance.

His sister, Sheng Yuwei, also jumped from a tall building.

No one could save Sheng Shuangxu.

Sheng Shuangxu roared, wailed, and cried in his dream, and Sheng Yuwei looked at him softly, with the soft smile that she had looked at him since she was a child.

Sheng Yuwei said, "Brother, I wasn't the one who broke Dad's vase."

"It's you."

Sheng Shuangxu opened his eyes suddenly, the sky was already dim, and he was still squeezed between the sofa and the coffee table, he couldn't even feel the pain from the collar piercing his neck - all the pain spread to his heart, he Crying and curling up, he pressed his chest hard, as if he could pull out his heart.

The footsteps of slippers came from far to near, Shen Chengan came out from the bedroom, he looked at Sheng Shuangxu's collapsed face indifferently, and said: "You are too noisy."

"Do you want to wake up your daughter? Do you want her to see you like this?"

Even if he woke up his daughter, Sheng Shuangxu couldn't control his emotions, he was crying like a child, he wanted to get up, but was stopped by the iron chain, and he stuck heavily on the cold floor .

Sheng Shuangxu wept bitterly and said, "I...I dreamed of Shaoqing."

And his younger sister Sheng Yuwei.

"I'm sorry for him, and I'm sorry for you, it's all my fault...Shen Chengan, how can I atone for my sin?"

After Shaoqing's death, the panicked Sheng Shuangxu was afraid that Shen Chengan would also be impulsive, and in a panic, he did one stupid thing after another - he called Shen Chengan's mother.

He confessed everything, and begged Shen Chengan, that foreign mother who suddenly appeared, to take care of her boy-loving son.

As it turned out, he shouldn't have done it.

He betrayed Shen Chengan's trust and dragged Shen Chengan into hell.

Shen Chengan looked at his teacher who was humbled into the dust, and was slightly taken aback.

He snorted coldly, but his voice trembled without him noticing, and said, "Shut up, Sheng Shuangxu."

"If you don't want to annoy me, don't say a word."