Cold violence

Zhou Yu was in pain from being hit by this little brick's one-eyed cell phone, and his nose was sour uncontrollably. When the indifferent blind voice kept playing back in his ears, he smiled softly.

The more he laughed, the more he looked like he couldn't control himself, and finally he covered his face with his hand and laughed out loud.

He did not know how many times he had heard this blind voice.

What a ridiculous thing.The affection he never got from his mother, and the failed love he had when he failed to like someone, were not as important as money in the end.

Anyway... Anyway, his high-ranking mother is not short of that little money, anyway... That woman also thinks that as long as she has money, she can do everything.

rich?Who can say that money is not good.

So he is very humble now, and wants to go back to the time when he was ridiculed by Shen Changjian and the others, and let the current self make it up for that "noble" Zhou Yu.

Yeah?Is it because I fell in love with He Chu's money?Is that why you look down on me?So as long as I have money, you will also fawn on me like you fawn on Shen Changjian?So as long as I also disclose money, will you not resist me like that?As long as I have money?Is it?

It's really a big lie... It's just snobbery.

Who can't have some money... It just depends on whether your money is your own.

The notification of the text message on the mobile phone sounded, and he didn't need to look at it to know that it was his mother who kept her promise to transfer the money.

He lay down for a while more comfortably, and then slowly got up, put on the clothes one by one, opened the curtains, and opened the windows to let the strong wind blow in.

He walked to the bathroom, casually threw the couple toothbrush that he and He Chu put on together into the washbasin, and took out a new toothbrush to use.

We're not couples anymore, so what's the use of this matching toothbrush?

He stared blankly at himself in the mirror, because he cried last night, his eyes were a little swollen, and he saw himself brushing his teeth mechanically with that brand new toothbrush, like a puppet on a string.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he held the new toothbrush in his mouth, then leaned over and carefully picked up the toothbrush that he had discarded, and poured hot water from the kettle After I came out and scalded it several times, I was satisfied and wanted to put him back in the dental cup.

But he found that the toothbrush was full of water, so he threw the toothbrush in his mouth into the trash can, and after rinsing his mouth, he put the old toothbrush back into the cup with satisfaction.

Like a child who got a new toy, he stared at the toothbrush for a long time, then smiled slightly, his eyes full of tenderness.

He is a very nostalgic person.For things and things, and for people.

Maybe it was the reluctance in my heart just now, so I didn't throw the old toothbrush into the trash can. Because I couldn't bear it, I didn't hesitate to throw the new toothbrush into the trash can.

I just don't want to lose those memories.

If there is no one, then see things and think about others.

After Zhou Yu cleaned himself up decently and emptied his schoolbag, he went out with his empty bag.

When he came back in the afternoon, his schoolbag was already full of wine.

His schoolbag has never been empty, and now he just replaced all the books with wine.

Not only that, but the large and small bottles in the bag he carried in both hands were also high-quality wine.

He opened the wine bottle in a daze, until the first bottle of white wine was poured down and his stomach gradually started to burn, then he came back to his senses and stared blankly at the wine bottles that were almost full on the tea table.

He hadn't drank alcohol for a long time, so that this time he drank too much, and the whole person had a huge reaction in the moment after drinking, not only physically, but also psychologically uncomfortable. .

But his person is empty, as if he was thrown from a high place, and then a pair of transparent hands ruthlessly dragged him into an endless hell.

That fluttering feeling of never falling to the ground made him seem to have lost consciousness.

What are you doing?Indulgence, or depravity?

Falling for He Chu?Is it crazy to buy good wine and bad wine as if you want to die?

It's ugly, Zhou Yu, you made yourself into what you are now...

"People don't want you anymore, why are you still torturing yourself like this..."

He stared at the empty wine bottle in his hand, and suddenly slammed it hard on the ground, as if he wanted to smash something together.

The wine bottle shattered in response, and the sound of shattering glass seemed to trigger a certain switch in Zhou Yu's body, changing his emotions along with it.

The person in front of that person, who was also extremely calm in the face of gossip, sat down on the ground like a drug addict at this moment, and put the second opened bottle of liquor into his mouth.

Out of breath, he finished the second vial.

The baijiu was drunk too fast, before the strength of the liquor came up directly, he could only feel the burning pain in his stomach, and he wanted to get drunk, but he couldn't do it in time, as if everything was going wrong. , Even getting drunk has become difficult.

What does it mean?It means that everything will be against you, and even dead things without thinking will dislike you.

It's fine if people don't like me, why are you still fighting against me?

Zhou Yu leaned on the sofa and let out a long breath, his nose full of the smell of wine.

Suddenly remembered what that person had said to him.

"In the future..." he muttered to himself.

what next?

"In the future, I will pet you, I will follow you, I like you and I prefer you, and I only have you here, so that you will no longer care about me, and let you do whatever you want with me, even if you want to leave."

Petting you and following you, liking you and loving you, only you... I can't even leave if I want to.

"But you don't want me anymore..."

He said, a little aggrieved, hugging his knees.

Zhou Yu's memory has always been very good, he can remember many things he said clearly, but now he hates his good memory extremely.

No matter how much he usually drinks, he will never show such a posture. This kind of show of weakness will show his entire back and leave it to outsiders to see his thin back.

In the past 16 years, he has subconsciously turned himself into a person who never shows weakness. Even if he went out with Yu Jingzhou before, he would just sit there quietly when he drank too much.

But all the habits and things in him will become completely different when it comes to the person "He Chu".

When they didn't break up, He Chu didn't have a big feeling about the cold war with him, and he didn't have any big mood swings when they quarreled in class, he was as indifferent as an emotionless monster.

Now it's just a breakup, and He Chu moved out as a matter of course, and those emotions that were too late to be sentimental flooded into his chest in an instant, overwhelming him, making him unable to breathe.

In fact, it's not that I don't feel it, but that person will always be there in my heart at that time, so I am extra willful and indulge my temper.

Now I know that person will not come back again, and the consequences of those self-willedness that were not produced in time in the past are returned by thousands and hundreds of times at this moment.

The tenderness that you used to take for granted and often overlooked has now become something you can't ask for.

No matter how you ask, if he doesn't want you anymore, he won't be able to ask for it.

It's not that others don't feel what you have shown, it's just because the person who likes you is willing to give you such tolerance and give you the capital of willfulness and arrogance.

Otherwise, look, why do they all hate you so much?

Because they don't like you, there's no need to accommodate your indifference.

"Is it because of this reason that you don't want me?"

The spirit of alcohol gradually increased, and he felt that his thinking was still clear, but his brain circuit seemed to be different from before.

I've heard people say that being drunk is the best way to reflect a person's true thoughts, so what is he thinking now?

In the past, he was thinking about his mother who was high on the mountain, but now he was thinking about He Chu.

He thought, what would He Chu do when he was sad?

Probably because he was smoking hard. He Chu used to stay alone when he was unhappy and didn't want to talk to him. When he came back, he would smell of cigarettes all over his body.

He suddenly felt a little regretful that he didn't ask He Chu to quit smoking in time.

So is He Chu smoking now?

Probably not.You can see that he walks so directly, why is he sad even if it hurts?

He casually carried a bottle of wine, staggered to the door of He Chu's former room, and gently pushed the door open.

Not surprisingly, he took nothing with him and left nothing behind except his books and clothes.

Sitting on the hard bed, he seemed to be able to smell his former lover in the scent of wine he brought to the room.

It belonged to He Chu and brought Zhou Yuguang's aura.

He was leaning against the head of the bed greedily, drinking wine, looking at the chair that had been put back in front of the desk, his eyes were indescribably soft.

In a daze, the boy he liked seemed to be still sitting there, occasionally reaching out to scratch the back of his head, occasionally deliberately putting a pen in his mouth and waiting for Zhou Yu to remind him, and occasionally Leaning forward, leaning back to hold his cheek and kiss his lips.

Zhou Yu lightly stroked the edge of the bed, wanting to stand up and close the window that the master had no time to close, but with a light flick of his wrist, the unfinished wine spilled all over the floor in an instant.

He just watched the transparent liquid draw an arc in the air, and then dripped to the ground, making a "crash" sound.

His mind became less clear, as if he could see the water droplets splashed when the alcohol was spilled on the ground, stained with faint smoke.

Spilled?Why did it spill in He Chu's room?

His reaction was a bit slow, he stared at the liquor all over the floor for a long time, until the pungent smell of alcohol rushed into his nostrils, then he suddenly put down the bottle, rushed into the bathroom and took a mop, and mopped the liquor in a hurry. He closed the window in front of the desk, drew the curtains tightly, and hurriedly exited the room.

As if he didn't want to disturb this person, he was afraid that the smell of alcohol would confuse his breath, and he didn't want him to touch it at all.

He turned the key lightly and locked the door.

Then he returned to his little corner, quietly staring at the door in a daze.

That's all the memories, don't tarnish them any more.

That door was closed, as if it was the door in his heart that He Chu closed for him.

In the end, even though he became the abandoned person, he still didn't want the place in his heart full of their memories to be dirty by him.

It was already 03:30 in the morning when Zhou Yu woke up again.

I feel sick to my stomach, and I feel like I'm about to explode with a headache.He just wanted to stand up, but fell back to the original place because of his top-heavy feet.

Surprisingly, the phone still had a little battery left, so he unlocked it, and found that at some point his last page had become a call log, and the top two words were "He Chu".

Did he call He Chu?What did he say to He Chu?Did He Chu answer the phone?

His heart tightened, and he went in one by one to check.

He Chu didn't answer any of them.

Maybe I heard the phrase "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..." repeated over and over again, and finally turned into the familiar blind tone again.

He paused, and his heart suddenly felt uncomfortable.

People don't want you anymore, and you didn't even answer your phone calls. What do you, a drunk, still call so many people?

But I was a little fortunate that He Chu didn't answer his call, and didn't hear his possibly out-of-control nonsense.

But he didn't answer, which was even more uncomfortable.

It's true that he doesn't even want to answer the phone.

He made countless phone calls, but the other party was so heartless that he didn't even want to hear his voice?Is it true that you want to cut off all contact with yourself?

Ah yes, there is indeed no connection.

He regained consciousness a little, and suddenly realized that there was indeed nothing to do between the two of them, and it was normal for He Chu to ignore him.

It's also a good thing that He Chu didn't answer his call, otherwise he really didn't know what he would do.

He was a little annoyed, so he threw the phone aside casually, straightened his long legs, and kicked the wine bottle rattling.The neatly arranged wine bottles on the table are basically missing a row, but he has no memory of it. This time he really drank a piece of wine.

"Don't forget, Zhou Yu." He stood up and patted the back of his head.

The wind was a bit cold, and Zhou Yu was afraid of the cold and catching a cold, so he went back to his room, closed the window, changed into his pajamas, sat on the bed and looked at his huge bookcase.

He remembered that He Chu always called him a "nerd" before, and at that time he swore to him that he would read all his books, and they had a bet that He Chu said that he would read "Red and Black"...

Then his corner of the eye glanced at the violin he carefully placed, and his still eyes were full of lingering affection.

He Chu gave the piano to himself, and he didn't take it away when he left. Did he want to keep the piano for himself?

His house is full of the shadow of He Chu, but he doesn't want to think about this person anymore.

So he smiled and went back to the living room to open a new bottle of wine.

——Be generous with generosity, and forget your worries.How to relieve worries, only Du Kang.

Now he finally understands why those literati would sing and drink wildly when they are happy and enmity, and when they are worried and unforgettable.

Because as long as you drink too much, you forget everything.

You see, I drank too much earlier, didn't I even know when I called He Chu?

Is this depravity?he asked himself.

If you can't think about that person, then let's fall.