On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

Putting the phone to his ear again, Mu Chengan bit his cigarette and took a strong puff. His usually warm eyes were now full of haze, and his hair was violently grabbed a few times during the mania. How could he be as meticulous as usual.

Ever since he was with Ye Luo, he almost quit this thing.

He made at least twenty phone calls, from lying in a daze, to rolling up his bedding and sitting up shaking his head, and finally putting on his clothes and standing by the window sill. "Beep" sound.

Gradually, Mu Chengan opened the window, leaned down, half of his body was hanging outside, and swept the neighborhood back and forth a few times, only to see the children in the cram school coming home clamorously, familiar figures None of them showed up.

He just told me to go find him, without even mentioning his address, so anxious that he was a little annoyed, Mu Chengan turned off the urgent sound in his ear, dialed it again, turned on the speakerphone, and put the phone by the window sill.

Opening the drawer of the bedside table, he took out the cigarette case, lighter and ashtray hidden in the innermost part, and after shaking out one to light it, he threw the box back on the cabinet, and with the beeping sound of the window sill, he took a deep puff of the cigarette— — Anxiety has not eased at all.

It's okay, it's okay, he's not a kid anymore.

Mu Chengan tried his best to comfort himself, the hurried busy sound echoed in the bedroom for a long time, the cigarette butts in the ashtray had a tendency to pile up, and the person on the bed stood with his fingertips in the air. Press off.

Go worry about him!With his anxiety level at its peak, he thought hard, I would be an idiot if I let him hide and do underground work.

Taking off his pajamas and putting on a T-shirt, Mu Chengan hurriedly walked to the window sill and muted his screaming cell phone, picked it up, followed the key on the side and closed the door to go out.

As soon as he broke out of the unit building, the venomous sunlight made him squint his eyes. However, he pursed his lips tightly and didn't care about it at the moment. While dialing the number for countless times, he strode towards the gate of the community.

When the voice on the phone was urgent again, he hung up harshly.

After wiping his face with his hand, Mu Chengan took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and he didn't dare to call again without pause, even more so if the other party rang and the battery was out, he would be unable to contact him.

He didn't know where he should go, his mind was in a mess, and he walked to the crossroads consciously, only to realize that he really had nowhere to go.

I have been with Ye Luo for so long, working and living together, almost never separated, even if we need to go out to do errands separately, the two will come back before the appointed time... This kind of situation has almost never happened.

I remember that I couldn't get in touch with Ye Luo last time, and I was running around the office in a hurry... Wait!

Mu Chengan took a tight breath, opened his eyes wide, and quickly took out the mobile phone with only 40.00% battery left. When he pressed the keys, his hands were shaking, and his body was hunched. .

He pressed the wrong button several times, swallowed hard, Mu Chengan tried to force himself to calm down, trembling his fingers according to memory, he clicked on the positioning software step by step——when a motionless dot appeared on the small screen, he was ecstatic , overflowing from the bottom of my heart instantly.

Tears almost came out of his eyes, he couldn't care about his usual calm personality, since he was an adult, it was the first time he ran wildly on the road regardless of his image - the weekend traffic jam, he didn't want to waste a second on the road at this moment.

His eyes were glued to the screen, and the blue dot representing himself was getting closer and closer to the other party. He occasionally raised his head, taking advantage of the lack of traffic on the trail, and ran through the red light for the first time.

He couldn't stop apologizing, he squeezed through the crowd who were looting for something, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he couldn't let go of his heart.

When we meet later, I must bite him to death.

Thinking in a mess, he tried his best to restrain his brain from making horrible conjectures. These few days, no, these few months, he shouldn't even think about running around, just stay obediently, even begging for mercy.

He tried his best to calm himself down, but his forehead still couldn't stop sweating, his hair was already wet, Mu Chengan's lines were tense, and his clenched teeth were trembling——

Really wanting to restrain himself, he bit the tip of his tongue, and after a "hiss" from the pain, he regained consciousness.

What the hell is this place.

Passing through the noisy street unknowingly, the view of the noisy and crowded driveway gradually disappeared, and only a few manpower tricycles rode at a slow speed.

Mu Chengan raised his head, looked at the willow tree that looked familiar, and then remembered that this should be the lower reaches of the river that Ye Luo walked through together.

This place is obviously not fully civilized, the road surface is dilapidated, there are only a few closed shops across the street, and the whole place reveals a silence, except for the increasingly disturbing cicadas and the sound of water flowing below.

Mu Chengan stopped, and stretched out two fingers to try to zoom in on the map, but the distance between the two of them was close enough that the points almost completely overlapped.

He closed the application software irritably, dialed the number again, and the familiar "beep" sound played again.

Breathing heavily, Mu Chengan's chest heaved several times, the sweat on his forehead slowly slipped down to his eyelids, he raised his left hand, and roughly wiped it away.

I want to calm myself down, but I find that the clues are interrupted now, and I can't calm down at all——

Fuck him cool off!He said fiercely, he lost his boyfriend, who can calm down!

He closed his eyes forcefully, and when he opened them again, Mu Chengan's eyes were deep and terrifying.

Clearing his throat, Ye Luo's name overflowed from his chest, and he shouted out through his vocal cords, but the voice quickly dissipated.

He then yelled a second time, without even realizing it, how flustered and helpless the sound was.

……

While shouting, Mu Chengan walked back and forth on this section of the road, not wanting to miss a single bit of scenery, and almost got into a tree hole.

After several times, he had a flash of inspiration and ran down the stairs suddenly.

The stones by the river were washed smooth, Mu Chengan ran wildly, and almost fell several times, but he didn't even take a cushioning posture, and stumbled forward again.

I don't know how many times the word "Ye Luo" disappeared in the air, and how many times it collided with the man's gradually desperate tone.

In the end, in the scene where the river water was patting the stones, the cicadas were singing shrilly, and the sun was so hot that it wanted to melt everything, Mu Chengan couldn't help panting heavily, his back was wet with sweat.

He slowly slid his gaze forward, and finally fixed on the man lying silently on the ground, curled up in an awkward posture.

At first glance, this scene is extremely unreal, like a painting in a certain sense, painted with Mu Chengan's almost dried up blood.

He really fell this time, but he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Not two seconds later, Mu Chengan stumbled forward again, opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, his brain was rumbling loudly, leaving nothing behind, the only remaining sense, only vision, fell on the silent man lying on his side.

Mu Chengan staggered to that place, swayed to stabilize his figure, buried his head, and finally found the little guy who was almost lost.

Ye Luo curled up, like a patient suffering from unbearable pain, but strangely, his head was still tilted upwards, and his right hand was stretched out, desperately trying to touch something.

Mu Chengan's blood froze all over his body, and he kept the same posture for a few seconds. Then he looked along the slumped fingertips in a trance, and saw the mobile phone with a broken screen not far away.

Coincidentally, as soon as he regained his composure, the mobile phone seemed to be aware of it, and it vibrated lightly as if it had completed its mission. It fell on the small stone, but now it moved its body and fell down, turning off the phone.

Mu Chengan turned his gaze back, and his slender body also fell down, his knee hitting the stone with a "plop".

He stretched out his hand, and his arm had never trembled so violently and desperately. He wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare to touch it at all.

Ye Luo's lips were light-colored, and her eyes were closed as if she was in deep sleep. Under the originally fluffy chestnut-colored hair, glaring redness slowly flowed out, and some of the hair was almost forming blood scabs... The originally good-looking man became like this. A mess.

The sadness and fear were so heavy, Mu Chengan couldn't remember how he took out the phone, at first he couldn't hold it steady at all, and it hit the ground lightly, he picked it up while panting, and dialed the emergency number.

Afterwards, Mu Chengan carefully curled his fingers several times, and finally touched the man's palm with all his heart.

The only impression I had was the coolness of the opponent's palm that lingered in the nightmare.

It's cold, it's really cold, it's so cold that Mu Chengan's heart was mostly frostbitten on this scorching hot day, amidst the gurgling water and the roar of cicadas.

Everything after that seemed to be an act independent of consciousness. Mu Chengan formally wrote down everything the doctor said, but found that most of them were beyond his control.

When he couldn't meet each other, he just sat at the door of the ward, his cell phone had long been out of battery, but he didn't feel that there was anyone he needed to contact—the owner of the call who desperately wanted to answer, was lying in the ward now, hanging by a thread.

Fortunately, there were enough cards and cash in his pocket. For so many days, he only said one sentence in a hoarse voice: "Please, save him. No matter what the price is, I can bear it."

During this long and barren time, if he hadn't been thinking about the people who were not out of danger and needed his help at all times, Mu Chengan even wanted to follow him into a faint—if the other party didn't wake up, he wouldn't wake up either.

This is the guilt he deserves, as the price for his own negligence.

Mu Chengan hung his life every day, went downstairs to eat a bowl of noodles when he was so hungry that he almost collapsed, was severely reprimanded by the doctor, went home to take a shower, changed clothes, and slept, but the next day, he sat by the door forward.

He was in pain and fear, but he couldn't express the heart-piercing feeling.

He would no longer be trembling all over his body and couldn't stop, his face would no longer be paler than the old man's, he would no longer bury his hair deeply, lift his head to look at the pale light, and slam the back of his head against the wall.

It wasn't until the doctor told him that the dangerous period had finally passed and that he could visit him that Mu Chengan's eyes froze for tens of seconds before he came to his senses.

After thanking him in a panic, he got up so fast that his limp legs after sitting for a long time could barely support his tall body.

Mu Chengan didn't dare to show his breath, his whole body was tense, and while the instrument was beeping, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the skinny but still deeply in love lover——

The whimper that was almost thought to be stuck in the throat forever, finally burst out after a quick gasp.

His chest was heaving violently, but he didn't dare to cry loudly in the ward, so he had to endure it, trembling his fingertips, unable to bear to see his lover's current failure, his Adam's apple was rolling violently, he covered his face tightly with his hands live.

The unstoppable tears still slipped gently from between the fingers, and the trend was getting bigger and bigger. After a long time, the feeling of pain to numbness finally had an outlet to vent.

And it's not only the palms and the ground that are soaked.

The author has something to say:

Thank you little angels =w=

The culprit will be pulled out tomorrow>