Mr. Xu is an attack, he was reborn

The lover was sleeping next to the white shirt, and the white shirt was huddled miserably on the sofa, mumbling drunken words. He turned over and squeezed into the gap of the sofa, dreaming in a daze.

In the dream, he seemed to be lying on a high straw stack. The sun broke through the gray clouds, and the wisps of light dispelled all the haze. He was still alive, but he seemed to be dead. Look tired.

Zhou Guican stood under the haystack smoking a cigarette, his hair grew very long, there were many cigarette butts and a small bag at his feet.

After a long time, he stood up, climbed up the haystack, and put the bag beside him.

"Ayou, you go."

"Where can I go?"

"It's fine to go anywhere. If you stay here, the Du family will not let you go."

In the dream, Zhou Guican was terribly thin, his clear eyes were covered with thick mist, and the white shirt saw that he sat up slowly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and did not light it.

White Shirt didn't know he could smoke.

"I won't leave. The Du family will die if they want me to. I'm not afraid. If you kill me, Du Lin will not come back alive. I will send him to hell with my own hands. Gui Can, I'm not afraid of anything now."

Zhou Guican didn't answer the conversation, and looked at the rolling hills in the distance together with him. The sky was gloomy, and there was a drizzle of light rain. In the gray rain, layers of field ridges and green corn were looming among the mountains.

The white shirt felt a hole in his heart, and the sound of the whistling wind passed through his empty heart, making his bones sore and cold.

"If you don't leave, then don't leave." He heard Gui Can say, "I want to go back to the beach."

The white shirt hummed, and it took a long time before he said, "Would you like to see Mr. Xu?"

Gui Can said: "I didn't go to his burial. I don't know the inscription on his stele. I want to see it."

The fingers of the white shirt holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and his teeth were gritted. Tears suddenly rolled out of his eyes one by one, and shame and remorse gradually appeared on his blank and numb face.

"Gui Can, I don't know, I don't know that Mr. Xu will be on Shuixi Road."

Zhou Guican lowered his head and dusted off the cigarette ash: "On the day he was discharged from the hospital, I saw him talking to you. What were you talking about?"

The white shirt was silent for a long time: "He asked me if it was worth it."

He thought of the corridor of the hospital, the sun was outside, and there was only gray light and shadow in the room. He stood at the window, and there was a tall Magnolia tree outside the window. The man in a black trench coat stood with him for a while, and talked to him a lot.

The white shirt just shook his head, the man frowned, his face was still cold: "Lu You, I know you can endure hardships and endure them, but you will have a long life in the future, besides this, there will be other things, You will also meet a lot of people, and it doesn’t matter whether you like someone high or low, so don’t think of yourself so lowly.”

"That day, Mr. Xu talked a lot. He persuaded me to leave. I listened, but Du Lin forced me. Gui Can, I can't help it. But I didn't mean it. I didn't know Mr. Xu would be on Shuixi Road. I just ...I want Du Lin to die alone, I don't want to drag others down."

He finished speaking with red eyes, turned his head to look at Zhou Guican, his friend's head was buried between his elbows, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Ayou, Ayou."

The cheek of the white shirt hurt, and Mimi woke up from the dream. He felt his face was wet and his headache was splitting.

"You're having a nightmare, why are you crying?"

The white shirt was confused, and he opened his eyes. In front of him was a familiar big boy, wearing a beige thin sweater. He wiped his tears and stuffed him with a glass of water. The young man had a bright smile on his face, his eyes were clear, and he exuded a lovely smile. youthful breath.

"Gui Can, I had a very strange dream." White Shirt muttered, and patted his head vigorously: "But I can't remember it."

Zhou Guican took his hand: "If I can't remember it, I won't. Ayou, let me ask you, did you meet anyone in school? Why did you go to Baicha?"

The white shirt trembled, and his face turned pale. He wrung his fingers, not knowing whether he should say it, he didn't want to worry his friends, and he didn't want to talk too much about the past.

Zhou Guican blinked, and was silent for a while, thinking of Mr. Xu's reminder, he was cautious and gnashed his teeth a bit: "Ayou, you met Du Lin, right?"

Here, Mr. Xu did not come to the studio. He took a day off to deal with the furious Du family. The emperor is far away, so he can't control the seaside, at most he suppresses his studio, but Mr. Xu doesn't make a living from it, so he can't get revenge on the pain.

The elders in Haibin called Mr. Xu to ask about this matter, and he also said it in a few words, without distracting his guilt, and only compensated, never apologizing.

The elders want to be peacemakers, but they can't do what they say, and they have nothing to do.

Mr. Du was beaten into the hospital by Mr. Xu, so he was naturally unconvinced. After being taken care of for a week, he couldn't wait to be released from the hospital.

Mr. Du was powerful and powerful, he removed the gauze, and the injuries on his face were healed, so he went straight to Mr. Xu's studio.