partial student

Zhou Jiao's complexion was not very good, Yan Shu poured a glass of water, walked up to him without rushing back.Zhou Jiao poured milk, Yan Shu asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Jiao shook his head, he didn't know what to say, why was he suddenly restless when he saw that Zhao Lingqi.He pursed his lips, turned his head and smiled at Yan Shu, "Suddenly a little bored, I want to get some fresh air outside."

Yan Shu was taken aback, Zhou Jiao stuffed the cup filled with milk into his hand, and then walked out quickly.

Yan Shu looked at Zhou Jiao's back silently, he turned around, Zhao Lingqi waved and smiled at him.

After Yan Shu sat down, he frowned, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Lingqi propped his hands on the sofa, tilted his head to look at him, and asked softly, "Did you listen to what I told you before?"

Yan Shu was absent-minded, and turned his head to look in the direction Zhou Jiao left just now.Zhao Lingqi stood up, reached out and shook his hand twice in front of him, "I'm talking to you."

Yan Shu turned to look at him, was silent for two seconds and said, "Forget it."

Zhao Lingqi showed an unbelievable expression, and said in a low voice: "Didn't you go to him because you wanted to get back your father's property?"

"what are you guys saying?"

Zhou Jiao's throat was dry, and he stood there in a daze, looking at Yan Shu dully.

Yan Shu stood up and looked back at him.Zhou Jiao raised his head, uneasy.

"Don't worry, let me explain first." Yan Shu pursed his lips and held Zhou Jiao's hand, as if he was afraid that he would escape, so he held it very tightly.

Zhao Lingqi looked at them, as if he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and smiled lightly: "There is no explanation for this, Yan Shu, why didn't you tell him that you killed Xu Zhaowen at the beginning because you listened to his mother's words, so you made up your mind Determination, like a dragon slayer who saves a trapped princess, slays the dragon and sets him free."

Zhao Lingqi's voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it sounded like a thunderbolt in Zhou Jiao's ear, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was five thunderbolts.

"But this world is not a fairy tale. The warrior gave the princess freedom, and what did he get? Ten years in prison, nothing."

"enough."

With a cold face, Yan Shu grabbed Zhou Jiao's arm with his broad palm.Zhou Jiao was in a trance, his body was staggering, like a dying person who was trapped in the deep sea and was dragged to land.

He was hugged by Yan Shu, who almost carried him out of the restaurant with a half hug.

Zhou Jiao didn't know how he got back into the room, and the guilt that never dissipated intensified, almost crushing him.He felt out of breath and grabbed his collar and pulled it out.

"Jiaojiao..."

Yan Shu called him, and he tried to open his eyes wide, but all he could see was a blurry phantom.His lungs seemed to be placed in a steam box, and his whole body hurt, even breathing hurt.

"I feel ashamed." Zhou Jiao pushed him away and lowered his head, "Why would you trade your life for my freedom? I don't deserve it, not at all."

Zhou Jiao went back with his colleagues from the whimsy studio. Yan Shu called him a few times, but he didn't answer.He felt as if his kite string had completely snapped.

After returning, he had a low-grade fever and went to work for a few days in a daze.He was afraid of facing Yan Shu, he didn't even go to his apartment these days, he stayed in the company all the time, and slept on the sofa in the office at night.

Fortunately, he used to do this all the time to write programs, and several colleagues didn't make a fuss, but Zou Qi was more worried about him, and sometimes he would bring him a copy when he saw that he didn't have dinner.

"Director Zhou, are you okay? Your complexion is so bad?" Zou Qi put down the lunch box and looked at him worriedly.

Zhou Jiao lay on the table, his rounded face thinned back, and he shook his head with a pale face, "I'm fine."

Zou Qi also wanted to say that Zhou Jiao looked sideways at him, sat up slowly, and said in a low voice, "I'm really fine, you go back, I still have something to do here."

"Are you all right?"

"Really, you don't have to worry."

After Zou Qi left, the lights outside were also turned off, leaving only a light in Zhou Jiao's office.Zhou Jiao wrote the program and lay down for a while. The fried noodles that Zou Qi brought him were put on the table and cooled a little bit.

He felt uncomfortable, physically uncomfortable, and mentally uncomfortable.Pain is like a tornado, sweeping away the barren place.

Zhou Jiao lay on the sofa for a while, the lights in the office were like daylight, and the light spots were falling, which made him have a splitting headache.

He became a puddle of stagnant water, sunk in the twilight darkness.

He thought of the last time he saw Yan Shu ten years ago, was it raining or sunny?He doesn't remember much.

What I remember is that the smell in the air that day seemed to be permeated with a faint smell of rust, which made him sick and lingered on the tip of his nose for a long time.

Yan Shu came to him, he was afraid that Yan Shu would smell that disgusting smell.Hiding in the bathroom, with the scars all over his body, he washed it under the water for a long time.

The scarlet blood flowed down into the sewer, he shivered, endured the pain, and wrapped himself in a quilt.That smell seemed to have faded a bit. He watched Yan Shu walking towards him, and his heart, which had exhausted all his rights to make himself strong, slowly collapsed because of Yan Shu's gentleness.

He can't stand it, he thinks every day, why, why is this happening to me?

He asked Yan Shu, what can you do for me?

His heart had already collapsed, and he felt happy seeing Yan Shu's bewildered face.

For the first time, he felt that pain can really be transferred, and he can inflict his own pain on others.

Those who love themselves will be infinitely tolerant, so he will hurt them unscrupulously.

He hurt Yan Shu again and again, until finally, Yan Shu traded his life for his freedom and safety.

Zhou Jiao couldn't cross that threshold, and in his heart, he felt ashamed of the maliciousness he had ever done.

He sank into the sofa and started having nightmares again, curled up, holding his head, crying with his face buried in his arms.

Why did he get Yan Shu's favor, why.

The lights in the office dimmed at some point, it seemed that the power went out, the air-conditioning stopped, and the room gradually became hotter.Zhou Jiao covered himself in the sofa, sweating on his back, his hair sticking to his forehead, he was obviously sweating, but he didn't feel hot.Instead, it was very cold, and the whole body was shivering.

After a long time, Zhou Jiao struggled to get up, he stumbled out, put his hands on his burning forehead, and slowly exhaled a foul breath.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, Zhou Jiao didn't even bother to look at it, he felt very thirsty.The lights in the office couldn't be turned on, and within a few steps in the dimly lit room, he tripped over something and fell to the ground.

There was a layer of gray carpet on the floor, and the fall didn't hurt very much. Zhou Jiao couldn't get up for a while, curled up on the ground, in a state where his consciousness was about to disappear.

He misses Yan Shu very much.