two-way mark

When Yan Cheng came out of the memories, Fu Rong had already left.

He quickly grabbed his cell phone and wanted to call Chi Xiye. After calling Chi Xiye, he realized that he had been blocked. He stood up quickly, washed his face, shaved his beard, changed his clothes, and prepared to go to Wen Yuze's house to look for him. Chi Xiye.

But before he could go out, the doorbell rang first.

Yan Cheng thought it was Fu Rong who had left and returned, but he was very agitated by the continuous ringing of the doorbell.

Maybe it's not just anxiety, every time the doorbell rings, his heart beats a little harder.

An unprecedented bad premonition enveloped his heart. Yan Cheng didn't know why his hands were shaking. When he opened the door and saw Wen Yuze outside, his uneasiness turned into reality in an instant. .

Wen Yuze stood outside the door, his eyes were red and swollen, and his white knit jacket was stained with blood, turning black.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were dark and heavy, with no light at all, when he saw Yan Cheng, the hatred accumulated in his eyes exploded in an instant, as if he wanted to kill Yan Cheng.

Seeing Wen Yuze like this, Yan Cheng took a step back subconsciously, his uneasiness turned into vines and entangled his heart little by little, "You..." Yan Cheng found his voice hoarse when he opened his mouth, and he asked, "What happened?" thing?"

Wen Yuze stepped into the house and took out a black box that was a little bigger than the ring box from his trouser pocket.

Wen Yuze held the box in the palm of his hand, raised it towards Yan Cheng, and squeezed out words from between his teeth: "Mr. Yan, this is the last gift Ye Ye gave you. .”

Yan Cheng looked down at the box, but could only see the dried blood on Wen Yuze's hand.

"Gift...gift?"

A terrible guess flashed in Yan Cheng's mind, but he was unwilling to admit it.

It's just that people's stress response is always faster than thinking. He stretched out his hand like a conditioned reflex, and found that his hand was shaking so much that he could hardly hold the box.

His hand seemed to be loose, and he could open the box with a single touch, but he tried several times before he could open the box.

When he saw what was inside, he felt as if he had been punched hard, and his head roared.

Yan Cheng almost couldn't stand still for a moment, barely supported the wall, his pupils shrank suddenly, he took a deep breath, mobilized all his consciousness, and firmly grasped the box in his hand.

The sharp corners of the box just pricked Yan Cheng's skin, the more he pressed it tighter, the more painful it became, the more awake he became.

He heard himself asking tremblingly, "What's this?"

"Mr. Yan, why bother to ask?" Wen Yuze's tone was as heavy as his mental state, "You can't see clearly, but you can always smell it."

Yan Cheng's eyes were dark, only a series of buzzing sounds haunted his mind.

As Wen Yuze's voice fell, his vision gradually became clearer, and the blood-stained gland in the box went from blurry to clear little by little.

At this moment, the sweet smell of pheromone broke through the defense line of flesh and blood, and rushed towards Yan Cheng with a sweet smell.

It's the smell of toffee soaked in blood, it's Chi Xiye's glands that are still stained with blood.

The last time Yan Cheng smelled this smell was in Chi Xiye's room. At that time, the smell was still clean, sweet and attractive, unlike now, with a terrifying aura that wafted faintly.

That was the first time he smelled Chi Xiye's pheromone, but he didn't expect it to be the last.

No, not the last time, now is the last time.

The smell is originally harmless, it has no color, it floats in the air, and it disperses as soon as it disperses.

But at this moment, Yan Cheng saw that the smell of toffee was red, like blood, covering the sofa, window sill, and all the places where the two of them lived.

If he could do it all over again... If he could do it all over again, he would never let go of Chi Xiye's hand at that time.

It's a pity he didn't have the chance to start all over again.

Yan Cheng shook his whole body, grabbed Wen Yuze's thin shoulder, and his voice was shaking unbearably: "Where is Xiaochi? Where is he?"

"Dead." Wen Yuze looked at Yan Cheng, his lips moved, and he said word by word: "Even if he knew that the operation of cutting glands was only performed by black clinics, he still insisted on going, and finally died on the operating table , the blood burst out from the back of the neck, and it couldn’t stop.”

A few piercing whistles outside the window overwhelmed Wen Yuze's voice.Yan Cheng felt as if he had lost his hearing.

He couldn't hear Wen Yuze's words, he could only see Wen Yuze's mouth moving.

But he can clearly hear it, the whistle is so loud, and the auditory hallucinations are so long-lasting, why can't he understand Wen Yuze's words?

Wen Yuze didn't care about his pain, and even felt that his pain was not enough, so he pointed to his clothes, "This is what I got on when I hugged him, his body became cold in my arms, Do you know that feeling, Mr. Yan?"

Wen Yuze didn't give Yan Cheng a chance to answer, and continued: "Of course you don't know, because you didn't even have the chance to see him for the last time. I just scattered his ashes into the sea, and he will always be free Chi Xiye, are you satisfied?"

"What... what..."

Yan Cheng could hardly speak. Every time he took a breath, his heart throbbed with pain - even the air became needles, piercing his lungs tightly.

It hurts.

But... he was in such pain just seeing this gland, that Xiaochi... how hard it must be for him to lie on the operating bed...

"Mr. Yan, congratulations, there will be no one who will love you for three years." Wen Yuze said: "The person who loves you is dead and will never appear again."

Wen Yuze's words floated into Yan Cheng's ears lightly, but they hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

Blood was surging in Yan Cheng's chest, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Won't...appear again?

But how?Obviously not long ago Xiaochi kissed him with a smile, acted like a baby to him, thought about what to eat later, and encouraged him to go to the mall together.

They had only met each other last week, even if they were scolding, Chi Xiye was still so smart and so good-looking.

He finally figured out how he felt, and was just about to fetch Chi Xiye back, begging Chi Xiye to start over with him...

Before he had time to show his love, why did the other party... never show up again?

He was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled anxiously, and said to Wen Yuze: "Don't be kidding, he must be hiding somewhere to watch me, right?"

Yan Cheng staggered to push the door open, "Xiaochi, don't hide, I saw you."

Barefoot, he walked out unsteadily, pushed open the safety door of the corridor, went to press the elevator again, and said inarticulately: "Xiaochi, come out, don't lie to me again..."

"I was scared by you, Xiaochi, you must be laughing..."

Yan Cheng searched all over the places where people could hide outside the door, walked and fell all the way, he couldn't even breathe steadily, he was panting violently, his chest heaved and heaved.

"Xiaochi, stop joking..."

Yan Cheng had already lost all his strength, he knelt down on the ground in despair, and slid down the wall bit by bit.

"I'm going to pick you up today, come back, okay?"

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally almost disappeared, and he said in a bloody cry: "Please, come back..."

But no one responded to him.

Chi Xiye is no longer there.