His sweetheart ABO

After that, it seems that there is nothing to say.

His first love ended in such a tragic way, and for a long time later, Lin Yan would repeatedly dream about the most miserable scene in his life, the boy's swear words, the cold instrument, the cramped abdomen...and the eyes full of eyes. blood.The nightmare entangled him like a curse, telling him not to forget the lost life, he was a murderer, and he committed a heinous crime.

Whenever he woke up from a dream, his clothes would always be wet with cold sweat. Lin Yan dragged his exhausted and cold body into the bathroom, and stayed there for half an hour.

The warm water from the bathtub slapped his skin. He raised his hand and looked at the protruding veins and blood vessels on his wrist. The thin skin was attached to it, as if it could be easily cut apart by anything... But Lin Yan couldn't help it. Never having such a thought, he moved his fingers and lowered his arm into the water.

He is still alive.

Even if he was in a terrible state, even if he was dying... He survived the catastrophe that was to him, even though he lost a life.

But he will bear such a price and continue to live... because his life is still very long, and there are more beauty and freedom waiting for him.

So, don't fall down here.

The one-month hospitalization made him miss the graduation ceremony naturally. In order to dispel the doubts of the Lin family, Lin Yan spent a lot of money to "design" a car accident in advance... On this small college island, the right of the student council president was given to him It has brought a lot of convenience, even if the inside is riddled with holes, it can always maintain a basic decency externally.

This is already attached to the bone, even if the flesh and blood are removed, there will be no cracks visible to others.

The first thing after leaving the hospital was to go to the beach.At that time, Lin Yan had just recovered, and the sickness on his face had not completely faded, and he would cough uncontrollably whenever the wind blew.

But even so, he still came here, climbed up to the reef with both hands and feet, rubbed his fingers that were so cold that he lost his touch, and took out a stone tablet from his arms that was warmed by body heat.

The stone tablet was only wrist-thick and heavy, with a date engraved on it... It was his birthday and death day, and Lin Yan knew that he was not qualified to name him, so the stone tablet had no words.

While coughing violently, Lin Yan endured the pain and threw the stele into the rocks.

The waves then surged up, and the white foam engulfed the small stone tablet, and then slowly faded away, repeatedly washing the numbers on it... Maybe one day, when the string of characters was smoothed by the wind and waves, that poor and Innocent lives will rest in peace.

Thinking of this, Lin Yan clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed; the sea breeze picked up his black windbreaker, and his body under the shirt was surprisingly thin, as if it would be taken away by the wind at any time.

He has never believed in gods and Buddhas, but at this moment, he has to believe.

After that, Lin Yan returned to school for the last time, firstly for the handover of the president, and the rest was to pack his few luggage.Pushing open the door of the dormitory, the furnishings inside were still the same as when he left. The shoe cabinet by the door was covered with a thin layer of dust. When I reached out to touch it, it stuck to my fingertips and was wiped off with a handkerchief.

Lin Yan opened the suitcase prepared in advance at his feet. It was only a calf-high suitcase, but after looking around, he was worried about how to fill it... Clothes and other daily necessities are naturally unnecessary, and they will be donated uniformly after that To remote mountainous areas; but other than that, he doesn't seem to have anything personal.I walked around the room where I lived for four years, and finally stopped at the desk, and took out a stack of drawings from the drawer.

Since high school, Lin Yan has been exposed to fine arts under the "suggestion" of the Lin family... Later, when he went to university, he applied for a major in this field as a matter of course, but after all, this process came from the wishes of the Lin family, so that Lin Yan himself does not have much enthusiasm for painting, but now it seems that only these manuscripts are left, which are really closely related to him.

Lin Yan reached out and took out the picture album at the bottom, which contained some simple sketching exercises, all of which were marked with dates...

He flipped through it impatiently, flipping through the four years he had been connected by pencil and manuscript paper, until the top volume, when he turned the first page, a piece of manuscript paper fell down.

It was the portrait he drew for Chi Zong.

On the slightly yellowed sketch paper, black, white and gray lines outline the boy with a bright smile, which still makes his heart move.

But now, before the mass of trampled flesh could rot, Lin Yan had gouged it out bloody and sinewy, leaving a huge, pitch-black cavity. It would be cold when the wind blew, but at least It doesn't hurt that much.

So he looked at the sketch—it was a work that he rarely put his emotions into. The eyes of the people in the painting were vivid, as if even the joy was so real...but Lin Yan could no longer accept it.

In fact, later on, he also thought that if he hadn't been so anxious at the time, or maybe he hadn't done everything right, Chi Zong would have taken all the responsibilities in the end—the boy's heart is not bad, he's just too young and too young. Childish and too impulsive.

In the past, he might still have that kind of patience, but that Lin Yan was killed when the other party was in a panic, and the bond between the two was too fragile, like colorful soap bubbles in the sun. The beauty is also broken at the touch of a finger.

Not being able to defeat Chi Zong's inner prejudice is the one thing Lin Yan is most unwilling to do. This kind of unwillingness has wiped out his patience and love. He no longer has the strength to wait for that person to struggle, hesitate and grow. He chooses to kill him. Break everything, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

But this knife gouged out the flesh, but cut through the bones.

Lin Yan bent down, picked up the completed work, and opened one of the sketches. The date marked below was the day when he was tempted—the reality has long changed, but the world under the brush will never change color , So he sealed his sweetheart in this moment, and slowly closed the book.

Letting out a breath, Lin Yan calmly closed his eyes.

Bye now.

In addition, he also found the birthday present from Chi Zong in the drawer under the head of the bed, and the jade wrench he bought at the time. Lin Yan packed them up and planned to pawn them some time He has emptied a lot of his private money... There are still two years before the end of the Lin family's contract, so he has to make preparations in advance.

After working for more than half an hour, Lin Yan finally walked to the door with the suitcase containing only the sketches. He took a last look at the dim room, turned and opened the door——

Then without looking back, he walked into the bright sunshine.

For the next two years, Lin Yan lived very hard.

The miscarriage and hormones have dealt a huge blow to his body, coupled with the continuous work and endless socializing, he has turned himself into an old machine that seems to fall apart at any time, but only one gear can still Turning, he will continue to operate regardless of his care, until he has to rest due to exhaustion.

So now that Lin Yan thinks back to that period of time, he has almost no special memories...At that time, he only thought about not making mistakes again, not being caught...other than that, he didn't think about anything, I dare not think about anything...

But now, everything is over.

"elder brother?"

Lin Xiyue's voice pulled him back from those past years, Lin Yan blinked, and saw the foam sliding down the forehead of the other party, and quickly wiped it away: "... I was distracted, sorry. "

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Xiyue raised her wet arm, and touched the other's hand inadvertently: "...so preoccupied, is there something to be happy about?"

The young man's fingers were soft and greasy. Lin Yan subconsciously avoided it for a moment, but then felt that it was nothing, so he took it out and put it into the water.He raised the nozzle, put his palms on Lin Xiyue's white forehead, and rinsed the foam on his head: "It's not a good thing...but no matter how you say it, it's not nothing." Learning lessons from suffering is the principle of his life. You only know where the hurdle is when you fall once, and you only need to step over it next time.

Lin Xiyue closed her eyes, her long eyelashes were wetted by the water, like a thick fan.His facial features are still so delicate, and now he is like a precious and elegant big cat, obediently enjoying the care of his master, stretching out his paws from time to time to fiddle with it reservedly, which is not annoying.

"Brother is very powerful..." The young master said softly, his voice was mixed in the flowing water, appearing vague and pious: "It's not like me, it's easy to get depressed after a setback."

"...you are still young." Lin Yan combed her wet hair, and said a few comforting words for the first time: "Don't worry."

After finishing speaking, he put down the shower and took a few steps back: "Rinse yourself, and I'll blow your hair after you come out."

When Lin Xiyue heard this, she was so excited that she almost slapped the water, but he managed to hold her own, and just hummed heavily.

After leaving the bathroom, Lin Yan's clothes were half wet. He rolled up the corners of his wet clothes, but for some reason he refused to wash up. Instead, he picked up the half-smoked cigarette and walked to the balcony.

In a blink of an eye... so many years.

The white smoke was blown out of his lungs, and Lin Yan's mood suddenly became lighter. Looking back on the past sufferings, it seems that he has no weakness now, and he is not afraid of getting involved in it again.

Although Lin Xiyue's injury was unexpected, it is undeniable that now that there are people who are willing to sacrifice their lives to protect each other at such a juncture, Lin Yan cannot help being moved... Although the current situation is somewhat involuntary, but It's not as boring as expected, I can only say... Nie Yuan.

The things that are constantly being cut and reasoned are still chaotic, and things that suddenly become entangled after a few years of complete separation and no contact, can't get rid of things even now.

...Then, let's go on like this.

Fluffy soot fell from his fingers, Lin Yan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He has seen all the painful, embarrassing, shameful, and unbearable things. He has endured the greatest malice, and even so, it has never broken his spine... He has survived all of them, from the name In the mud of the Lin family, from the guilt feeling like an abyss... escaped from birth.

He has nothing to be afraid of. If he is destined to have a bumpy life, why not take a leisurely attitude and see what choices God will make, see his future life, his future road...where it leads, Where did it land again.

Suddenly there was some expectation.