evildoers

When Xia Chen called the next time, Lu Zhixu had already gone downstairs.

He was standing downstairs in the family building, it was already midnight, everything was quiet, there was darkness between the sky and the earth, there were a few stars in the sky, it was very cold, and he almost trembled.

Soon, however, a bright light penetrated the darkness and shone right down to his feet.

The yellow taxi stopped in front of him, and the young man in a coat came out from the back seat with the baby in his arms. He looked up and saw Lu Zhixu who was still in a daze, and laughed.

Xia Chen seems to be born with this ability - when he smiles, it seems that the surrounding light is brightened.

"Master, this is the fare. I'm sorry." Xia Chen gave the taxi fare, and the yellow taxi quickly went back along the way it came. In the afterglow of the tail lights, Xia Chen walked up to Lu Zhixu with the baby in his arms. before.

He got a little too close.

The baby was wrapped into a ball by Xia Chen with a small blanket, and fell asleep in his arms. Xia Chen reached out and took Lu Zhixu's hand: "Teacher, go back to the hotel first, I'll drive."

Lu Zhixu let him drag him to the parking place.The young man clenched his hands tightly. He has broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he was wearing a well-tailored camel coat. Lu Zhixu felt relieved when he looked at it.

Xia Chen didn't look back, just kept walking while holding Lu Zhixu's hand. If Lu Zhixu could see his expression, maybe he could understand that, in fact, as long as this person is around, everything is no big deal.

The surrounding darkness invaded, Xia Chen walked straight forward, his steps were firm and his expression was calm.He is so prudent and cherished, as if the child in his arms and the person he is holding are the whole world.

"Teacher, drink some soup first. You bought it outside. Your hands are cold, so don't catch a cold." In the hotel room, Xia Chen put the soup in the thermos on the table, and stretched out his hand to take care of Lu Zhixu. A little damp hair from the night frost.

Lu Zhixu sat on the bed, the soup in the thermos exuded a warm aroma, but he just stared blankly and didn't move.

Xia Chen turned on the heater, turned around and saw that Lu Zhixu was still in a daze, then went back to the bed and sat down.

Lu Zhixu's eyes were empty, as if he hadn't woken up from the years of nightmare.

He is not a weak person, but in life, there are always some things that you can't let go of. Whether you are a professor or a father, those things are your weakness. Once you touch them, they will hurt for a long time. Can't be cured.

Even after leaving that house and sitting in the warm, bright hotel room, he still felt cold, cold in his bones.

Something warm touched his lips, and the young man said softly as if coaxing a child, "Teacher, open your mouth."

After feeding the soup, Xia Chen put the thermos back.

"Teacher, go take a hot bath, the hotel is a shower, everything is clean."

He is like a parent who knows that his child has committed a crime. Although he knows it, he doesn't say a word, as if nothing happened.

This hotel is just outside the school, it is new, and some rooms have not been occupied.This room is unoccupied.The bathroom was clean, with orange lights and warmth on the dry floor.

Xia Chen took the coat for Lu Zhixu. The 27-year-old professor was surprisingly thin. The Dior shirt was sticking to his ribs. Just looking at it was already unbearable.

Standing in the bathroom wearing new hotel slippers, he suddenly turned his head to look at himself in the mirror.Xia Chen was releasing the cold water from the shower head for him, seeing him like this, he laughed: "What are you looking at, teacher?"

The man in the mirror had a pale face, with the ends of his hair sticking to his face, as if he had been plucked out of the ice, but the young man standing beside him was as warm as the sun. Lu Zhixu lifted him up. Raising his hand, he realized that he was no longer so cold.

"Although I really want to stay in the bathroom..." The young man showed a narrow smile, put the towel in Lu Zhixu's hand, and said, "The pajamas are outside, the teacher called me after washing, I handed it in and put it in the bathroom It's going to get wet."

Without waiting for Lu Zhixu's answer, he walked out.

"Teacher, you can call me if you need anything."

When Xia Chen handed Lu Zhixu the pajamas, Professor Lu had already returned to normal.

This pajamas brought from home is clean off-white, tied with a belt in the middle, revealing a pale chest, Lu Zhixu is very slow in this regard, and came out with wet hair, Xia Chen glanced at him, eyes Get deep.

Lu Zhixu sat on the bed bewilderedly, Xia Chen took a hair dryer to help him dry his hair.

His hair was jet black, very soft after being soaked in water, Xia Chen held his hair between his fingers to help him blow dry, those soft ends slipped through his fingers, as if touching people's hearts.

"Teacher, sit under the quilt and don't catch a cold."

Lu Zhixu sat under the quilt as he said. He sat on the cold ground for most of the night. When he was cold, he didn't feel it. Once he warmed up, he fell asleep.Not reconciled to falling asleep like this, the head nodded.Xia Chen looked funny, dried his hair for him, and lay down under the quilt as well.

The double bed in the hotel was very wide, Xia Chen was afraid that Lu Zhixu would crush the baby, so he put the baby on his left.I slept in the middle, holding one in one hand.

When he reached out to turn off the light, Lu Zhixu was already fast asleep.

He was obviously a man who was almost 30 years old, but when he fell asleep, he shrank habitually like an innocent child, wishing he could hide under the blanket.

Xia Chen straightened his hair and kissed his forehead.

"Good night, teacher."

Lu Zhixu had a dream.

He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't escape.

Surrounded by gray desert, he stood in this desert, watching his relatives walking in front, his parents, sister...they were all walking in front, talking and laughing, Lu Zhixu shouted loudly, followed Chasing after him, he tried his best, but he couldn't even touch their clothes corners.

He clearly knew that he was dreaming.

Because, even when he was asleep, he still remembered that his parents and sister were all dead.

He didn't want a result, he just wanted to catch up with them, see what they looked like, and talk to them.

He is not a liberal arts student, he only remembers one poem, which is Su Shi's Jiang Chengzi, ten years of life and death.Every time I read it, it makes me sadder.

In less than ten years, he could barely remember what they looked like.

He never put their photos at home, and he instinctively avoided memories, as if he had never had a relative, and he had never lost such a heartbreaking loss.

When he woke up from the dream, his body was very hot, and someone grabbed his waving hand.

"Teacher, did you have a nightmare?"

The outline of the young man's face was blurred because the lights were not turned on, but his eyes were as concerned as ever.

Lu Zhixu sat up sweating profusely, gasping for breath, he first saw the surrounding environment clearly - it was in a hotel, the baby was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed, buried under the quilt, like a little baby Potato.

"What time is it now?"

"It's seven o'clock." Xia Chen raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Teacher slept too late last night, let's sleep again."

"Where are you going?" Lu Zhixu looked at him.

The young man was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a thin shirt and black trousers, obviously just woke up.

However, under Lu Zhixu's earnest gaze, he lay back again.

"It's okay, teacher, go to sleep, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

The room, which was extremely dark because of the curtains being drawn, became quiet again, and the baby's small breathing could be heard, everything was just right.

Lu Zhixu turned over and looked sideways at Xia Chen.

He's not going to sleep.

In fact, many times, when he lay on the bed, he was not actually sleeping, but thinking about things.

People are very strange when they just wake up, the way of thinking is very different from when they are awake, Lu Zhixu likes to lie quietly on the bed, doing nothing, thinking about some endless things slowly, like a bird Turtles lying on the beach basking in the sun.

"Teacher, what are you thinking?" Xia Chen's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Lu Zhixu raised his eyes and looked at the young man he liked.

"I was thinking, where did the dead go..."

Xia Chen stretched out his hand, brushed the hair on Lu Zhixu's cheek behind his ear, and used his index finger to trace the outline of his face.

"Xu Xu said, your parents are gone, do you sometimes dream about them?" Professor Lu murmured.

Xia Chen pursed his lips.

Over the years, he has always been a gentle and strong Xia Chen, humble and gentlemanly, it seems that nothing in the world will make him lose his composure.As if I never lost my parents.Therefore, no one has ever asked him if he still remembers his parents.

He moved closer and pressed his forehead against Lu Zhixu's.

The distance was too close, Lu Zhixu couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, only heard his voice, clear and peaceful, with unspeakable sadness.

He said: "Teacher, when I was young, my grandma passed away. I asked my mother, where did my grandma go, and whether I can see her in the future. My mother told me that everyone must die. She You will die too. She said, when you grow up, your mother will be old. When you are old, your mother will die."

He paused, lowered his eyes, and continued:

"Teacher, you will always lose a lot of people in your life. Parents can't be with you for the rest of your life. However, my baby and I will always be by your side. When we get old, we will leave the baby. There will also be someone to accompany the baby , Live his life."

He said: "Teacher, to paraphrase a very common saying, this is life."