Maltose [ABO]

Qingyu died.

Died in this bleak season.

As if struck by lightning, Mai Qingtian sat there numbly, listening to Sumei crying next to her, "This morning... people from the reconnaissance team went there this morning."

What could they be spying on?

"I'm also a fool. It took me so long to discover Qingyu. Qingyu is actually a man..." Sumei covered her face and cried, "We Qingyu is such a good person, how can we kill him?"

Mai Qingtian thought, he doesn't know.

Why doesn't he know anything.

In the morning they were still talking about Qingyu going to the hospital, but when they came back after dinner in the afternoon, they heard that Qingyu was gone.

The sound of the gun startled the flying birds all over the sky, causing people to raise their heads one after another, forgetting to see the moment when the sapphire fell.

The sapphire was gone, and there was only mottled blood left at the entrance of the market.

The ground was already dark, and the blood could not be wiped off.

No one has counted how many Omega's blood has been shed over the years.

Mai Qingtian "huo" stood up, attracting everyone's attention.

But this time, Mai Qingtian didn't flinch anymore, he didn't lower his head, let alone look away.His eyes seemed to fall on these people, and also seemed to fall on the entrance of the market in the distance.

Mai Qingtian stumbled and rushed out.

"Sweet! Sweet!" Sumei called him from behind, "Where are you going? The math teacher will be here soon!"

It's not Tiantian, Mai Qingtian thought absently, it's Qingtian.

Mai Qingtian felt that he was trapped in the words "Qingyu is dead".

He kept running, kept running forward with all his strength, and he didn't run out of these four words until the end.

In the end, he was tired from running, and his knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

Mai Qingtian raised his head and saw the blood on the ground.

Qingyu's soul seemed to be still up there, she was pouted and smiling at him, asking him what's wrong.

Mai Qingtian's voice was hoarse in his throat, he wanted to shout, wanted to shout, but in the end he still didn't say a word.

He didn't even shed a single tear.

"Dead, dead... Another one died..." Mai Qingtian's ears were buzzing, he read these few words slowly, under the blue sky and white sun, his face was as pale as a ghost.

People passing by saw him dressed as a student, and stopped to look at him curiously.

Some people wanted to hear what he was talking about, but only heard the word "dead".

Someone said: "I'm afraid I saw a ghost."

People fell silent.

Someone else choked: "The universe is bright, the sun and the moon are in the sky, there are no monsters, bah!"

·

Mai Qingtian froze.

His father, mother, classmates, teachers, the whole world seemed to be darkened with the death of a Qingyu.

Why is it so dark, Mai Qingtian bent his fingers and wanted to say, mother, light up the lamp.

The mother does not return him.

He just wanted to say, Dad, light up the lamp.

Dad turned around.

Then he called grandfather and grandmother, the faces of the two elders were already blurred, but Mai Qingtian still felt that he saw them.

Grandfather told him to go.

Grandma was shaking with anger.

Mai Qingtian's eyes were red, and he bent over to hide in the darkness, he wanted to say: I, I just want to light a lamp.

But no one paid him any attention.

·

A hand fell from the shoulder.

His shoulders light up.

Mai Qingtian followed the light source and stared blankly over it.

He was pulled up.

Mai Qingtian stretched out those cold and pale hands.

Then they light up too.

The lamp seemed to be lighted slightly by someone.

"Where's your home?"

Mai Qingtian didn't seem to hear.

Tang Jinshui asked several times, but all he got was a silly look.

He pursed his lips, held Mai Qingtian by the arm, and brought him back to his home in silence along the way.

His house is in a yard, and there are five families including the landlord.

Tang Jinshui's room was very small, with only one bed, one stool, one table, and one wardrobe.

Mai Qingtian lay on the bed in a daze, the scarf around his neck was taken off.

Tang Jinshui fed him a glass of sugar water.

Mai Qingtian drank it.

Tang Jinshui fed him another maltose.

Mai Qingtian's eyelashes trembled.

Tang Jinshui sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word, and patted Mai Qingtian's back gently.

It started to rain in the evening, and it was sparse. I looked at the glass window again and again.

Mai Qingtian's heart trembled when he heard it.

Tang Jinshui leaned over and hugged Mai Qingtian through the quilt, "It's okay, it's okay."

Mai Qingtian stopped shaking.

The rain is getting heavier.

Tang Jinshui said, "I'll take you home when the rain stops in a while."

Mai Qingtian looked at the yellowed wall inside, grabbed the quilt and said, "...I can't wash it away."

"What?" Tang Jinshui leaned over and almost pressed Mai Qingtian's face.When he spoke, his breath fell on Mai Qingtian's cheeks.

Mai Qingtian flinched, and said in a low voice, "Blood."

Tang Jinshui was silent for a while, and whispered in the sound of rain: "It will be washed away one day."

Mai Qingtian turned over and looked straight at him.

The eyes of the two people just looked at each other like this, Tang Jinshui looked at the hollow light in Mai Qingtian's eyes, feeling a little shy in his heart.

Mai Qingtian stared straight at him, his eyes wet with expressionless expression.

"Cry, just cry out." Tang Jinshui stretched out his hand to straighten the broken hair on the sideburns of the man under his eyes, and said softly as if coaxing a child.

But Mai Qingtian seemed to have forgotten what it was like to cry.

He just stuck there, unable to cry or laugh.

Tang Jinshui lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a wet towel. After wiping, there was a faint yellow layer on the white towel.

Tang Jinshui stared at that piece and sat quietly for a long time.

After a while, he got up and washed the towel, and sat back down again.

Mai Qingtian closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

He looked at Mai Qingtian whose face was painted, lowered his head and said softly, "It will be fine someday."

The rain is light.

The sound of the rain was faint, and the sky darkened.

Tang Jinshui sent Mai Qingtian home. At the door of the house in the alley, Mai Qingtian whispered, "Come in and sit down. My mother should have saved some food."

But Tang Jinshui just raised his eyes, looked at him silently, and silently refused after a long time.

After walking away, Tang Jinshui turned his head and looked at Mai Qingtian, who was also looking at him at the door, with a smile on his face.

He waved his hand at Mai Qingtian, and suddenly said loudly: "It will be - well -, in this world, it will - well - be!"

In the darkness, whoever sighed first.