bereavement

"Yo, coincidence."

Sun Yang came out from the back door of the Internet cafe with a cigarette in his hand. Xie Qin glanced at him and said nothing.

Sun Yang walked over smoking a cigarette, looked at Peng Fei who was kneeling on the ground, "Did you offend Mr. Xie?"

"What are you fussing about with a little brat?" Sun Yang continued, "Don't get angry, I'll clean up for you."

"Slap" slap across the face.

Peng Fei shook his upper body, covered his face and stared at Sun Yang.

Xie Qin was expressionless, leaning on the motorcycle and continuing to smoke, a little sleepy.

He doesn't like to fight with people like Peng Fei, it's like bullying a little girl.

In fact, Xie Qin didn't like to fight with people at all. He was too lazy, and he lost energy when fighting. In the later stage, he could only lie flat and get beaten. Whenever he fought with Jiang Yanyu, it was Xie Qin who lost.

It is estimated that we will have to fight Jiang Yanyu again tonight.

In the morning, in front of the class teacher, he cryptically said Jiang Yanyu's nasty things. The class teacher understood how much Xie Qin didn't care. Anyway, Jiang Yanyu's reaction at the time was very flat, without the slightest emotional ups and downs. Never write it on your face.

When leaving school, Jiang Yanyu pinched the back of Xie Qin's neck, and said to him expressionlessly:

"go home after school."

For Xie Qin, the word "go home" meant either beating or grass.

For some unknown reason, Xie Qin suddenly felt bored.

Peng Fei kneeling at his feet apologizing, the motorcycle he has been riding for four years, and his best friend Sun Yang, all of this is boring.

Boring.

When Xie Qin is in a bad mood, he always thinks about a question, why does a person like him live and what is the meaning of living.

Others may live for themselves, for their parents and family, for the ideal and yearning life.

What about him.

Xie Qin has no ideals, nor does he yearn for anything that is absolutely necessary, not to mention his parents. The word Xie Qin hears most from his parents is "putting him up for adoption". They are constantly arguing every day. This scourge drove out of the house.

The current life is also a mess, with upside-down work and rest, decadent days, empty heart, and dirty body.

He was floating in the street like a ghost, not knowing where he was or where to go.

If people are doomed to die, and death is the result that is absolutely impossible to reverse, then what's the use of trying harder in the process.

He sometimes thinks that death is a relief. Only by ending this chaotic and boring life can he get eternal peace and sleep without being woken up again.

Xie Qin rode the motorcycle silently, stepped on the accelerator, the roar exploded in his ears, and the car rushed out.

He kept his body low and ran through a red light all the way. The police car honking its horn just now caught up with him. Xie Qin drove wildly in the fierce storm, his hair and clothes flying and messy.

Thunder is roaring, lightning is tearing the sky, the rain is pouring, the vegetation on the roadside retreats rapidly, and double shadows blur the vision.

The lights in the distance are warm and warm, and none of them belong to his hometown.

It was 09:30 when we arrived at Jiang Yanyu's house.

Xie Qin came in with a suit of rain and wind. There was no one in the living room. He took off his soaked clothes and took a shower first. After washing, he went to the study on the second floor.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Yanyu sat at the table and had a video conference, with a cigarette that Xie Qin could not name in his hand.

Jiang Yanyu glanced past him, and Xie Qin changed into a white T-shirt and black shorts after taking a shower. A towel was placed on his head, covering most of his face, so he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

Jiang Yanyu was annoyed by others when he was working, exactly the same as when Xie Qin was sleeping.

Xie Qin didn't make a sound, and sat on the sofa squinting, a little sleepy. The study room was full of books in different languages. He didn't want to read them, and he couldn't understand them either.

Jiang Yanyu hadn't made a move yet, it was impossible to beat him, and his ass would probably suffer tonight.

Xie Qin beat Jiang Yanyu to death on the ground, and he was not honest on the bed. From the beginning, he lay obediently on his stomach, and then he used his trembling arms to prop himself up desperately.

The young man's resistance was indeed stubborn and ridiculous. He bit his lips and wrists to bleed, scratched the bed sheet, and held back until he died without making a sound.

Jiang Yanyu looked at him coldly, the veins on his neck were protruding from the pain, and his collarbone fossa and forehead were covered with sweat.

It was the same tonight, even worse.

……

Xie Qin climbed out of bed and lit an afterthought cigarette.

His face was completely numb, his eyes were dark and bright, but he couldn't see any anger, his pupils were dilated, and he didn't know where to put his sight.

Jiang Yanyu came back from the shower, and when he smelled the smell of smoke, his expression immediately sank: "Pinch it."

Pinched?

Oh, his brand-name cigarettes are too bad, Jiang Yanyu is not used to smelling them.

"It smells bad, doesn't it?"

After Xie Qin finished speaking, he took a puff of cigarette and stood up, pinched Jiang Yanyu's chin and kissed him, breathing all the smoke into his mouth.

"Does it smell good?"

The back of his head hit the wall with a "bang", Xie Qin cursed in a low voice, Jiang Yanyu then pressed up viciously, his lips were bitten fiercely, there was a sudden sharp pain, and the smell of blood rust entered his nose.