Two flowers bloom, one dead branch

The night was soaked in warm, soft darkness.

When Lu Shijiu opened his eyes in a daze, he saw that the senior was still propping himself up, shaking the fan in his hand to fan him.

"woke up?"

His eyes were sleepy, and he called "Senior" in a hoarse voice, with a childish voice. He wanted to take the fan from Jiang Yuchu's hand, but the other party avoided him.

"Don't make a fuss, you go to sleep. You didn't come back until one or two o'clock, and you have to continue to review during the day. It's too difficult for children in the exam month. Anyway, I don't have to be an apprentice tomorrow, so I will fan you again."

Lu Shijiu stared in a daze, his head was still dizzy, he muttered something softly, and fell asleep before finishing his words.

Jiang Yuchu rubbed his sore wrists, leaned on the bed, looked at the air conditioner at home, and wondered whether to ask someone to fix it tomorrow or fix it by himself. Thinking about it, his thoughts became uncontrollable. that person.

It looks really good.

Especially when swishing over and grabbing the thief, the movements are really done in one go.

The blue police uniform fit him very well, showing off his narrow waistline, and his every move was full of explosive power. He directly pressed the thief to the ground, and handcuffed him without saying a word.

When he turned his head, it turned out to be a young and handsome face, as good-looking as a model in a show.

The man grinned at himself, and handed over the elementary school boy's stolen mobile phone.

"Be careful."

The voice is also deep and magnetic, and it brings up a series of electric currents.

When Jiang Yuchu saw that he was leaving, he suddenly said something unexpected: "What's your name?"

The back of the blue police uniform waved his hands, picked up the thief and sent him to the police car, and sent back a sentence: "The public servant of the people."

"Jiang Yuchu!"

Lu Jiujiu suddenly yelled, causing Jiang Yuchu's hands to tremble in fright, followed by a jolt, and the fan flew out.

He felt his wrists being clenched tightly.

The voice of the elementary school boy was unprecedentedly anxious.

Jiang Yuchu took a couple of breaths, almost suffering from a heart attack.

He reached out and rubbed Lu Shijiu's head, the fluffy and soft hair was rubbed into a kennel by him, and asked in a soft voice, "What's the matter? Did you wake up from a dream about failing the exam?"

"I dreamed," Lu Shijiu panted heavily, his words were trembling, and he seemed to be quite frightened, "I dreamed that I shot you."

The room was quiet for two seconds. The hot and humid air disturbed Lu Shijiu's mind, and the sweat dripped from his forehead. He opened his mouth hastily and tried his best to explain to himself, but the more he explained, the more afraid he became, and he couldn't speak well.

"You want to kill people, no, I didn't want to shoot, no, a lot of people came in, I said you can't shoot, it went off, the gun went off."

He became more and more anxious, and finally hugged Jiang Yuchu, terrified to death.

That kind of feeling of gall breaking, soul flying, chilling and hair standing on end is too clear, so clear that it seems to be something that happened in real life, which only makes people panic and have lingering fears in their hearts.

Jiang Yuchu's tactical retreat was ineffective, Lu Shijiu hugged him too tightly.

He coughed, and hesitantly stretched out his hand to pat his back, comforting him one after another.

"...You know that I'm a crook, but you throw yourself into your arms like this, forcing me to be Liu Xiahui?"

He managed to coax him with his nonsensical words, and then went to the refrigerator to find a bag of milk and warmed it up.

Holding the bowl of milk, Lu Jiujiu suddenly asked, "Where are the eggs?"

When this question came out, both of them were stunned.

"Eggs? Do you want eggs now? Boiled or fried? I'll make them for you—hey, what are you doing picking milk skins?"

"No need," Lu Shijiu pressed him down, as if he was also a little confused, "No, I just think there are eggs missing in the milk, the milk skin... the milk skin looks ugly, go to sleep, brother, I just made Nightmare frightened."

The room was quiet for two seconds. Lu Shijiu looked over and saw Jiang Yuchu looking at him strangely, so he asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yuchu tilted his head, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, "It's okay, I think it sounds nice to call you senior brother, it seems that when you are in the fifth year of internship, you have to call Senior Corey Senior Senior Senior Sister, who are you from the school headquarters?" learned it?"

Lu Jiujiu held the milk and thought for a while, then hesitantly said, "Maybe I saw it on the Internet...?"

After drinking the milk, he tossed and turned carefully, unable to fall asleep.

Jiang Yuchu simply patted him on the shoulder.

"When the trainee followed the teacher out of the clinic, I saw a male patient who was very thin and was pushed in by his wife in a wheelchair. The old man said he was holding his breath and had a history of pneumothorax before."

His voice was soft and slow, like telling a bedtime story.

"I said that for the symptoms of suffocation and chest pain, it is recommended to rule out heart problems first, but they refused to do it and insisted on signing the chest X-ray to see how much pneumothorax is. No matter how I persuaded them, they only did a chest X-ray. The results showed no Pneumothorax, the old couple wanted to leave, I still suggested to check the heart, even an electrocardiogram, but they said: "We won't check, you don't talk, I will sign, what happens has nothing to do with you, can't it?" "

The room was quiet for two seconds before a sigh came.

"No matter what I said, I was afraid that he had a heart problem. No matter how much I begged him to do an electrocardiogram, they didn't do it. Two hours later, the ambulance brought the old man back, but he was already dead."

Jiang Yuchu's voice was extremely low in the dark night.

"I said this to show that the world is impermanent, and I shouldn't leave any regrets for myself. Some things, I don't know how to know if I don't try it. If you are still awake, give me a suggestion."

He knows what he wants, and once he wants it, he uses the most straightforward way to get it.

"... What advice?"

"I wanted to chase after the policeman who retrieved your phone that day. I was afraid that one day I would die suddenly—why did you throw me away?"

Jiang Yuchu threw aside the toy dog ​​that hit his face, it was fluffy and hot.

He stared at the elementary school boy who suddenly had a convulsion.

Lu Jiujiu grabbed something and threw it over completely subconsciously. He sat up, had a headache, shook his head, and tried to recall what kind of policeman, what day the policeman was, but the more he thought about it, the more confused his memory became. There was an uncontrollable moan/groan from the hair, as if it was in great pain.

Like a dark cloud that finally turned into a ferocious squall, a howling tornado that swept across the world, swept him out of his comfort zone, and threw him without a word into the desperate situation he must face come.

In my memory, a familiar face slowly emerged, young and handsome, sharp and chiseled, wearing a blue police uniform.

He stared at that face for a long time, his head hurt more and more, and countless memories flooded him.

Yan Huiqiu, Qin Xiaofeng, Lu Shijiu, Gu Changan, Jiang Yuchu.

Gu Changze.

Lu Jiujiu suddenly opened his eyes, and a drop of sweat fell down his chin onto the bed.

I'm Gu Changze.

he thinks.

I'm Gu Changze, not Lu Shijiu.

"Hey," Jiang Yuchu patted him on the back, and asked a little worriedly, "Is the exam month too stressful?"

Lu Nineteen, oh no, he should be called Gu Changze now.

Gu Changze's voice trembled, and he asked, "Tell me, who do you want to chase after?"

Jiang Yuchu laughed, "Hey, that's all I'm saying. It's not like you don't know that I like boys. Why are you so surprised? Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. You are too young to act like a child." Yes, it’s more like being my younger brother.”

While talking, he lay back and fanned himself.

Gu Changze asked again.

Jiang Yuchu hissed, the fan hit his head, he rubbed his forehead, thought for a while, and said seriously: "Just that policeman, I have to get to know him first, in case he is straight, I should be friends first, Looks like it's new to work, brave but still a bit reckless..."

As he said that, Gu Changze listened quietly, not moving.

His confused mind gradually calmed down.

This is Jiang Yuchu's level of consciousness.

Experiments are underway.

Gu Changze turned his head and looked at the people who were waving their fans and talking to themselves from the moonlight outside the window.

Such a young and lively Jiang Yuchu, with endless vitality and enthusiasm, thrives like a rising sun, loves to laugh and make troubles freely and freely, as if he is not afraid of the sky and the earth, hot and calm, burning people's chest hurts.

Later, Jiang Yuchu rarely talked to him, and rarely smiled, just like a glass of warm water, no matter how hard you try, he will always be like that, not rushing, not impatient, or losing his temper, as if you don't exist.

Gu Changze could clearly touch that person, but he could never get into his heart.

"The only way is to let him realize that the world he is in is fake, and let him recall the real world, so that people can wake up, but if, I mean if, he has been addicted to it, immersed in illusion, then the reality The end is death."

Yan Huiqiu's voice turned over and over again in his mind.

The 22-year-old Jiang Yuchu was too beautiful, so beautiful that Gu Changze couldn't bear to touch it, couldn't bear to break this illusion, he even had the urge to stay here.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Then you... do you know his name?"

Jiang Yuchu groaned, a little confused, and then said puzzledly: "I just told you yesterday, his name is Xie Shouchun."

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