reborn scum

Yang Rumu raised her eyelids, and there was a huge light bulb hanging upside down from the ceiling covered with spider silk. On this deserted night, a few wisps of warm light came out.

The person who was injecting him with intravenous medicine saw him wake up, without moving his hair, and continued to push the syringe.

When he was about to die, Yang Rumu unexpectedly calmed down. He was injected with anesthesia and pushed into the crematorium. From ancient times to the present, he wouldn't be the first, right?Fu Jiu asked him to open his eyes and take a good look, probably because of this kind of helplessness?

Yang Rumu felt a little hot in the heart, and it had the same thick tone as the night that leaked through the window, but felt indifferently that the details of the body were deliberately magnified, and slowly, slowly pushed into the incinerator... scorching heat Under the warm temperature, he saw Fu Jiu on the edge of the spark, stretching out a hand, waving goodbye to him calmly.

On the anniversary of his death, there was no crying, no relatives, no funeral, only a familiar stranger saying goodbye without emotion...

He was so exhausted that he was so dazed that he didn't even know when to close his eyes. In the flash of light and shadow, he heard Fu Jiu muttering plainly: Ah Xian, I'll burn him to you, don't be angry with me, okay? ?

A heat wave with a grassy smell almost overwhelmed Yang Rumu's rationality. He vaguely felt uncontrollable spasms and twists in his limbs. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes in a daze.

The pulse is powerfully lurking and beating.

For a long time, Yang Rumu's thoughts were blank, and the monotonous gray and white around him seemed to freeze him in an old black and white photo, becoming lifeless, even his eyes were frozen.It wasn't until there was an orderly knock on the door that he trembled nervously as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

someone is coming.

The sound of the doorknob turning made Yang Rumu finally come alive. The surrounding air, pattern, and the pair of thin white hands on his body all became strange and unfamiliar with the first breath he inhaled.But these unbearable suffocation, and seeing the much younger Fu Jiu slowly approaching, the heart that was beating wildly stabilized strangely.

That was the original appearance of Fu Jiu in his memory, with gorgeous and elegant facial features, and even the amiable expression was a little bright...Yang Rumu thought, he hadn't seen Fu Jiu like this for many years, this kind of The strangeness forced him to keep searching in his mind in what year was he reborn?

But no matter how much Yang Rumu thought about it, he didn't remember that Fu Jiu at that age would approach him in such a calm and homely way...

However, what Yang Rumu didn't expect was that the answer Fu Jiu gave him was a little bit better than what he had expected, because Fu Jiu said, "Wen Yu, you don't have a second way."

In Yang Rumu's memory, Wen Yu could be regarded as Fu Jiu's childhood sweetheart. Yang Rumu had imagined more than once that if he were Wen Yu, Fu Jiu would definitely belong to him.

However, now that he has become Wen Yu as he wished, the reality obviously broke his previous fantasy.

Yang Rumu remembered that Wen Yu was a woman, but now he clearly felt that this body was that of a boy.

This is probably what Yang Rumu, who is a male best friend, doesn't understand. It is the sadness of Wen Yu who belongs to that era.Yang Rumu tentatively said, "I only have a ligation, the others..."

Fu Jiu frowned. Fu Jiu, who was in his 20s, could still see the subtleties of happiness and anger. Although he was unhappy, he was obviously confident that everything about Wen Yu was in his hands, so he let go: "It's up to you, Just remember your promise."

The moment the door closed again, he was the only one left in the room again, Yang Rumu let go of his clenched palms, cold sweat was sticky on his hands, and the clearer heartbeat reminded him to make a hysterical expression , but he just laughed silently.

Yang Rumu, oh Yang Rumu, which of the things you insisted on in your life will have a good result?

Wen Yu will become what he was later, obviously after undergoing sex reassignment surgery, no matter what deal he has with Fu Jiu, Yang Rumu suddenly loses interest.

He got up and moved slowly to the bathroom, lying on the vanity table and looking up at the reflection in the mirror.

A slender young man with clean eyes and a little indistinguishable softness. This is Wen Yu's unique appearance, not his.

He didn't have such reserved Jingui, he was just an arrogant and gaudy villain.

He scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, the wet water dripped onto his open collar, Yang Rumu lowered his head and raised his eyes, the eyes of the person in the mirror were dull and lifeless, he was depressed again, he knew it.

After being reborn, Yang Rumu lost everything she was familiar with, and what remained in the end was this troublesome ailment: depression, mania, bipolar personality disorder.

Three days later, Yang Rumu underwent a complete vasectomy. He lay on the cart and looked sideways at Fu Jiu not far away.

Fu Jiu, squinting his eyes, stood leisurely, stretched out a hand that was originally in his pocket, and waved at Yang Rumu.

This action made Yang Rumu almost arrhythmia familiar. The moment the operating room was closed, he seemed to see Fu Jiu many years later and Fu Jiu at this moment, watching him leave coldly, and was indifferent to it.

Fu Jiu does not belong to Wen Yu, let alone his, it has always belonged to Jiang Xian.

Yang Rumu closed her eyes indifferently.

His whole life was mixed with selfishness and shamelessness. His mother regarded him as the instigator of her misfortune, his younger brother scolded him for being weak and mean, and finally even his own nephew said, "Don't laugh, it's disgusting." .

Yang Rumu drowsily counted the scenes in his memories that should have been heartbroken... A white light hit his eyelids, and he opened them numbly, with a heavy emotion rolling in his chest, not anger , not resentment, but a kind of unexplainable guilt.

After being pushed out of the anesthesia recovery room, he was brought back to a high-end residential area by Fu Jiu. Looking at the familiar residential area, Yang Rumu unconsciously wiped the pale mist from the car windows with five fingers.

After the water mist dissipated, the solidified water droplets dripped on the seat along his fingers. Yang Rumu looked out through the clear glass of the car, and the dripping rain hit the exquisite courtyard gates of the villas. Unexpectedly, Jiang Xian's car flashed past his sight, and finally at the door of his "home" where he lived with him for more than ten years, there was an afterimage of walking away quickly with an umbrella.

Jiang Xian once said: Yang Rumu, I just fucking like you.

He also said: What's wrong with your temper?I'm used to it, I'll see who dares.

Yang Rumu crushed the water droplets in her palm, but she didn't feel much resentment in her heart.He who was greedy for Jiang Xian's wealth, even if he was cheated, it would not be much better.

Lincoln slowed down slightly as he drove past Jiang Xian's house. In the drizzle, this metal machine seemed to be endowed with a soul, lingering at the door of his lover's house.

The rearview mirror reflected Fu Jiu's perfect chin, and the corners of his mouth that were originally pursed slightly lifted, revealing a faint emotion.Somehow, it made Yang Rumu think of that little joke about secret love again. When he was young, he felt chilled and wronged, but now he is only numb.

The relationship between the three of them is really a joke: the customer fell in love with the turtle, so the duck became a tragedy.

After Yang Rumu was initially proud of being Jiang Xian's "lover", the next ten years were full of demons dancing wildly.The private parties Jiang Xian took him to were without exception held by a group of second-generation ancestors.

This forced Yang Rumu to accept the conclusion that he was just a dog raised by Jiang Xian within two days of being together.At that time, Yang Rumu was so disgusted that his stomach hurt, but now that he thinks about it, he just finds it funny, feeling that he deserved it, but also feeling sorry for the majestic Jiang family's young master, so he couldn't think of becoming a pimp.

But no matter how rich Jiang Xian is, when compared with Yang Rumu, Jiang Xian is thousands of times better, regardless of being rich or poor.

There are so many bits and pieces of the past between them, and now the scenes are rewinding, Yang Rumu only feels a deep powerlessness, he feels that a person like him can be reborn, it is really blind.