crush again

At first, Huo Yang thought it didn't hurt much.

It's a bit like someone's head has been pushed into the water, and everything around is hazy.He vaguely heard Ye Lang yelling, but he couldn't make out what it was; why Ye Han was covering his nose, the whole skirt of his clothes was soaked in blood, dripping wetly down his fingers, he didn't quite understand.

He even gloated a bit, wondering if anyone heard him, "It's what you deserve!"

Afterwards, he felt like a video camera rolled down a hillside in front of him, shaking so that he felt nauseous, but the people and things he saw were at least right.Someone was holding his head tightly, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he kept shouting something chaotically in his ear. Huo Yang tried his best to hear it, but he heard it over and over again: "...Yang... Huo Yang, Huo Yang Yang!"

Huo Yang was so dizzy that he wanted to speak, but he probably only moved his lips, "...I... didn't die..."

The dizziness and nausea caused by the concussion lasted for a long time, but his eyes gradually became clearer, but the dizziness and pain probably ebbed and flowed, like two needles inserted into his head, one pulling out the paste Go, the other one hit the brain-shattering pain.

He lowered his head in a dizzy state and found himself sitting on a chair in the hospital, his hands were covered in blood, and his nails were covered with dried blood.

Suddenly a hand pinched his chin, and someone shouted anxiously in his ear: "Hey! Don't sleep!"

The roar made Huo Yang's ears hurt, and his hand was as cold as ice, which miraculously made his headache a little less.He struggled weakly, "Didn't sleep..."

The nurse next to him came over with a pack of wet wipes and wiped the blood on his hands.Huo Yang thanked him, blinked his sticky eyelashes, "Whose blood...is it?"

"Your." The nurse raised her eyes. It was a girl with water and water, and whispered to him, "Your head was covered with blood just now, and your friend wiped your face."

Huo Yang raised his head and glanced at Ye Lang who was standing not far away, his face was so dark that he was a little afraid to talk to him, and then he lowered his head to listen to the girl's words, "It's nothing serious, a slight concussion, and a cut on the scalp. I think you are quite calm, your friend was going crazy just now..."

She stood up holding a few wet wipes full of blood, turned her head and saw Ye Lang's face, she was startled, and ran away quickly.

Huo Yang raised his head and touched his head, and found a large bandage and a long strip of bald scalp.He put down his hand half-embarrassedly, he really didn't want to know what his appearance was now.

After a long time, Ye Lang called out to him, his voice hoarse and changed his tone, "... Huo Yang."

Huo Yang responded, for some reason, the pain in his head was so painful that the tendons were throbbing suddenly, and every time he beat it, it was ground to a bloody mess, and he wanted to smash his surroundings to pieces.

He thought, Ye Lang better say something nice, if he dares to laugh at his own image...

"What's your business?"

Well, it's even worse.

Huo Yang was really in no mood to quarrel with him, "You take it for me, I'll take it for you. It's fair."

"I received eight hundred if not one thousand beatings. Who is as successful as you? No water came out?"

Huo Yang's heart was full of anger, he gritted his teeth and raised his head, "You don't know how to speak human words, just shut up the fuck!"

The bench under him was kicked hard, and the nails wedged in the floor under it were all loose, and Ye Lang couldn't help shouting in his ears, "What I told you last time, you are eating shit. Did you?! I told you you fucking don’t care about me anymore! Don’t be mad at me!”

"I don't care! I fucking don't care!" Huo Yang was irritated with a headache, and there was such a noise source beside him.The voice was so loud that his wounds were about to burst, and his reason was torn apart by the rage and pain, "If you say you slip away, there will be no one for ten and a half months, and when you come back, you will be surrounded and beaten! Damn my brother was surrounded by people." I can still watch from the side while beating me? I’m still a human?! Ye Lang, let me tell you, I just have this temper, meddling in my own business! I have no money or right and I have never fought in a group fight. I can’t do it for you do you—”

His shoulder suddenly hurt, and the steel structure bench was almost torn apart by the sudden force, and moved back a large distance, making a sharp "呵啦".

The shadows in front of my eyes weighed down.Before Huo Yang could react, his lips were blocked with force.

The dizzy feeling returned.

The other party didn't allow him to resist at all, and he was so shocked that he completely forgot to resist.Huo Yang's knees were forced away, Ye Lang squeezed his shoulders tightly with one hand, pinched his jaws open with the other hand, and flicked his tongue wantonly in his mouth, completely controlling the initiative.

Huo Yang tried his best to avoid this kind of aggression, but the other party was like a madman. Several deep throats made him almost convulsively bounce, making people suffocate.

He felt like he had a heart attack.

"...Don't..." Huo Yang uttered a syllable in pain, and the rest of his voice turned into an indistinct groan.

He had never received such a kiss in his life.It can no longer be called a kiss, but pure aggression, like a wildfire burning from the deepest and blackest hell, trying to burn him to nothing.

The man may be crazy.

This kind of Ye Lang is very strange, which makes him resist...even afraid.

Huo Yang was finally able to use his strength.He bit Ye Lang hard, and pushed him away with all his strength when he was "uh" in pain.The latter was probably defenseless, and was pushed and shoved by him so that he fell to the ground.

Panting heavily, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand and found blood on his tongue, but there was no wound in his mouth, obviously not his own.

I didn't know if anyone passed by just now.Huo Yang frowned, looked at Ye Lang on the ground, didn't know what to say for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence, "You... are you going to get it back? Just me, the two I kissed..."

Ye Lang seemed to have heard some joke, so he laughed "ha".This sound might have turned on some kind of neurotic switch, he laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up, he bent down deeply, his face turned red, he coughed and stopped laughing convulsively.

Huo Yang said in his heart that he was really sick.

After he finished laughing, he asked, "Yes. Do you feel sick?"

"..." Huo Yang was silent.

"I feel disgusted." Ye Lang stood up, his eyes were already red like blood, but there were no tears in his eyes, "Huo Yang, let's break up."

It was as if a bucket of ice water was poured on the head of the heavenly spirit cap, paralyzing him, and then, a sharp tingling pain emerged from the deadness.

With indifference like the end of a crossbow, he looked at Ye Lang for a while, pointed outside, "Get out."

Everything around him finally died.Huo Yang closed his eyes, stood upright, and remained motionless for a long time. Occasionally, he could hear some noises, but his heart felt empty and cold, without any echo.

And it was still dark outside.

The night has not gone, the dawn has not come, and everything is not fresh, as if the world is a table of leftovers that have been left for a night, only a few chopsticks have been touched.

One morning a few days later, Xiaopang jumped off the building.

He originally lived in a bed by the window. The psychiatrist tried to communicate with him. He tried hard for several days but to no avail. He just whispered to Xiaopang's parents and Huo Yang in private, watch him closely and try not to let him alone.

But Xiaopang insisted on living in the bed by the window.He said that he can't go anywhere now, he has a headache from reading too many books and newspapers, and the TV and mobile phone are too noisy, so he can only look out of the window occasionally, and no one can deprive him of this last bit of fun.

Huo Yang and the others softened their hearts for a moment, so they didn't change the bed for him.Running back and forth to the hospital was really exhausting, and school was about to start. One day, both of them had something to do at home or school, and they didn't go to see the doctor for two consecutive days.

Then something went wrong.

It is very difficult for anyone to recognize Sun Mu at a second glance.In summer, he wears a loose T-shirt, and his lower body is always shorts and sneakers. He occasionally wears a peaked cap with the stinky young men in school, but he looks more like a delivery guy.When others said that about him, he took off his hat and smiled embarrassedly.

He has a sense of humor, but he just said that boldness is not bold enough, and that smoothness is not smooth enough.A mouthful of Beijing movies, the only time I drive smoothly with my brothers is that my hands and feet are always restrained in front of the opposite sex.

He also spent the whole night in the laboratory in the cold winter months, in order to win the national prize in the chemistry competition; he also lay in bed all afternoon, snoring loudly, and stayed out of bed in the morning.

His life was a short and smooth journey, and perhaps being admitted to University A was the most brilliant chapter.A lifetime of kindness, peace, and self-discipline, but what awaits us is an unpredictable pack of wolves and a dark abyss.

Is it to blame him for not paying attention, allowing himself to be defeated, and also to blame the "time, fate, and luck" that no one can explain clearly?

When Huo Yang stood in front of Xiaopang's parents, he finally couldn't help crying.Big boys at this age are the strongest, let alone in front of their parents, even when they are alone in the seclusion, they refuse to cry.While crying, he kept wiping his eyes, and his voice was squeezed into pieces, "I'm sorry... Uncle and aunt... I'm really sorry..."

Erpao wanted to yell at him, but he tried his best, but he couldn't swallow the tears back, so he could only breathe in desperately, and grabbed Huo Yang's shoulder.

After Sun Mu's father came back to his senses from the shock and pain, he seemed much calmer than them all.He sighed deeply, "Sun Mu has been in a bad mood. I, I know about that... but I don't know what to do... I don't blame you."

Sun Mu is his son only in his 30s, needless to say how precious he is.It's just that everyone around him collapsed, so he couldn't fail.He contacted the funeral company. Two men with big arms and round waists carried a pair of long thin velvet boxes. While lifting his son's deformed body, they introduced the process skillfully: first send it to the funeral home, then cremate, the urn can be stored, and you can buy it You can choose a day for burial, or you can take it home...

The two men failed to lift Sun Mu up, they wiped their sweat and looked at them.

Would you please give me a hand?

Give me a hand? ... how to match?

Just like that, you lift one foot, you lift the other foot, and we support his upper body. . . . the lad is strong. . . Come on, one, two, three—

Sun Mu's father had managed to calm down for an afternoon, but when he lifted one of Sun Mu's feet, it collapsed, and the room seemed to be echoing with that thrilling sound.

The father, who had turned gray all night, fell to the ground.

I can't move...I can't move...

There was no funeral for Sun Mu, only relatives and friends bowed three times to the body before cremation, watched him being pushed inside, and waited for an urn to be brought out.

What chilled Huo Yang the most was that Ye Lang never showed up.Neither side.