phantom hand

Zhao Qingyu hadn't thought about the various things in Shenzhen for some days. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to life in the Northland, taking philosophy classes, eating sauerkraut powder, wearing down jackets, and looking forward to the snowflakes, so much so that he heard Li Chuang talking on the phone When I broke up with Han Mukun, I still felt unreal, as if it was someone else's business and had nothing to do with me.

"...You see, it's fine to reconcile when you get back, but if you ask me, you might as well take the opportunity to change to a reliable man," Li Chuang pretended to be relaxed for a long time, and finally sighed almost inaudibly, saying , "I'm sorry, I really can't stand it."

It was the day before Christmas Eve, and Zhao Qingyu came out to answer the phone in the middle of his study at night.It was very cold in the corridor of the teaching building, and the down jacket was still draped over the seat. He was only wearing a thin sweater, standing by the window in the corner of the corridor, and occasionally someone passed by to bring some cold wind, and he couldn't help shivering.

But the voice of speaking is still, and people can't hear the slightest emotional ups and downs: "Well, I see, it's okay."

In the past, when Li Chuang heard this answer, he would immediately hang up the phone and go to a better new life, but for some reason today, he just couldn't get up the energy, and he seemed to be able to sense it faintly. Zhao Qingyu's emotional band: "Hey, are you angry?"

Zhao Qingyu hesitated for a moment, and then acted normal: "No. I already told you when you asked me before, if you feel particularly uncomfortable, then break up. After all, you are Zhao Qingyu now, and you are living your life."

"Yes, I lived..." Li Chuang was a little dazed. Who was who and who was living whose life seemed to be a philosophical proposition that he and Zhao Qingyu would never be able to answer. If you figure it out today, you will fall into it again tomorrow. In the new entanglement, the cycle repeats, "I keep telling myself that this is your day, but in the end, I still messed it up."

Zhao Qingyu's expression was complicated, he twitched the corners of his mouth, wanted to laugh but didn't.

After saying something unimportant, the two ended the call.Zhao Qingyu found that his hands were freezing cold.He turned around and returned to the classroom, found a seat by the heater, sat down, and leaned his body slightly against it.

The warmth continued to flow, gradually dispelling the chill in the body.

It's a pity that the heat is limited, and the coldness in my heart cannot be dispelled.

Li Chuang just asked him if he was angry. Yes, he was angry. There were many complicated elements in this anger.Li Chuang said that he messed up his life, but in Zhao Qingyu's view, it was not messy at all, but Li Chuang lived Zhao Qingyu's life as his own, and everything was up to his temper, and everything was up to him It doesn't mean that Wuka has considered the feelings of the master, but he is Li Chuang after all, and such a willful personality is really hard to change.

So, why can't I?Why can't I be more self-willed, more casual, take everything in front of me as my own, and worry about everything all day long, and suppress the fear that I don't know where?Why can Li Chuang say that this is not my life and feel comfortable, but he can't?

Zhao Qingyu was angry that Li Chuang had changed his life trajectory, but envied that Li Chuang could be so comfortable in any environment.

No, it was jealousy.

I don't know if it was really sick from the heart, or it was because of the breeze blowing for ten minutes in the corridor, that night Zhao Qingyu, a thoughtful child, started to get cold in the bed, wrapped tightly and heated enough, but Just shivering all the time.

He didn't say a word, and his roommates didn't pay attention. After carrying it so hard all night, it was over the next day.He gritted his teeth and got up from the bed, turned around and couldn't stand still, stumbled to the bathroom, and almost fell into the sink with top-heavy.Gu Yanyu, who was still washing together, noticed something strange, and put his palm against his forehead, not frightened, and lamented that you were baked sweet potatoes in human form and didn't feel it.Only then did Zhao Qingyu realize that he had a fever.

Originally wanted to take medicine, but when the whole dormitory rummaged through boxes and cabinets together, the two pieces of white and black were about to be stuffed into Zhao Qingyu's mouth, but he stopped them with a trembling "Guarantee, warranty period..." , Everyone took a closer look, okay, I appeared on the stage three years ago, and I don't know which senior left behind.

Zhao Qingyu, who saved his life, finally went to the school hospital.

Although Zhao Qingyu had a severe fever, after all, he was a young man, and his roommates saw that his bottle was hung up, the hospital bed was also lying down, and his mind was a little blurred, so they were embarrassed to surround him and thought about leaving one person to take care of the rest. I went to class, but turned around and saw a sweet sister nurse coming in with medicine. After hanging the bottle for another person, the angel in white smiled at them and said, don’t worry, he should fall asleep after taking the medicine. You can go to class without worry. .A sentence of me made all the men withdraw decisively with complicated envy, jealousy and hatred.

Zhao Qingyu dreamed of meeting Han Mukun for the first time in his drowsy half-asleep and half-awake state.

It's a pity that the memory is too far away, and the dream has become fragmented.Only a few images were vaguely captured, a group of people in the QQ group of Comrade S, a party at a famous gay bar in the business district, Han Mukun was wearing a light-colored shirt that day, and there was a strong smell of alcohol and the ambiguous phrase "want to know" The taste of pears has to be tasted by yourself...

Then the scene changed to the closed space, the soft bed, the man's fiery breath, violent collisions, and the trembling that seemed to go deep into the bone marrow.Madness, like a black hole devouring the soul...

In the end, Zhao Qingyu's subconscious mind was nothing but whiteness, just like a horror novel by Stephen King, there is fog everywhere, and unknown monsters are hidden in the fog, you can't see it, but it doesn't prevent the fear in your heart from growing. bigger and bigger until—

"Handsome~｀Phone~｀Handsome~~Phone~~Handsome, get up and answer the phone~~"

Every time he heard this ringtone, Zhao Qingyu vowed to change it, but when he finished answering the phone, he would turn around and forget it.

"Hey..." Opening his mouth, Zhao Qingyu realized that his throat was dry.

"Are you awake?" The call came from Zhou Peng, representing the concern of a dormitory, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." Zhao Qingyu didn't say that he caused the phone call to quarrel. He looked at his watch and saw that it was past two o'clock in the afternoon. Okay, he's been sleeping for almost a day. The infusion bottle was removed at some point, leaving only a small hole on the back of his hand. Taking a piece of tape, taking a deep breath, Zhao Qingyu felt that he was indeed much better, "I don't feel dizzy anymore, and I don't seem to be burning anymore, but I'm a little tired."

"After hanging the water, the brothers will come and pick you up."

"No, just two steps," Zhao Qingyu smiled, "It's not old, weak, sick or disabled."

"That's ok, check if the rice is on the cabinet. If it's cold, you can take it to the duty room and ask the beautiful sister to heat it up in the microwave for you."

Zhao Qingyu turned his head and saw the porridge and side dishes on the bedside table. He was slightly moved, but also quite surprised: "Who is so thoughtful?" He can guarantee that it will definitely not be the collective wisdom of 716.

Sure enough, Zhou Peng was sour: "It's not that kid Fang Xin, tsk, the index of a good-hearted man who has a partner will grow up."

Zhao Qingyu held back his laughter, so he said thank him for me, and hung up the phone.

After that, Zhao Qingyu fell asleep for another two hours, and when he fully woke up, it was already dark.

When he walked out of the hospital, Zhao Qingyu heard the brisk "jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells" on the campus radio, he wrapped his clothes tightly, raised his head slightly, took a big breath of fresh air, and then smiled slightly.

How can there be so much anger to get angry, how can there be so many troubles to entangle.Oh, forget it all.

Christmas Eve is here.

716 Dormitory

"Tell me, isn't it kind of us to do this?" Zhou Peng muttered while spraying gel water on his head in front of the mirror.

"What's so dishonest? Let me tell you, this opportunity is once in a thousand years. If you pass this village, there will be no such shop." Deng Ze spread the clothes all over the bed, made gestures with one, frowned, and compared with the other, Shake your head.

"He just happened to be sick too, so he shouldn't go out to have fun. And there are only four people over there, besides, if you really send him to the outer courtyard, those perverts will still fall in love with you and me?" Gu Yanyu said quickly To find allies, "Brother Dong, I'm right."

Dong Dongdong finished packing early and was sitting on the bed not knowing what to think.Hearing Gu Yanyu's question, it was only a sound.

"Don't talk to him, it's out of the blue all night," Deng Ze finally picked out a windbreaker he likes, "Let me tell you, aura is very important in things like friendship, and aura determines fate, you know? It's like a lovelorn, and it's designated as a no-go."

Before the end of the play was finished, Deng Ze let a broken pillow hit the door, and then heard Dong Dongdong's angry voice: "I'll wait for you, quickly put on that layer of leather, and leave!"

"...Well, I want to ask if we can discuss this kind of issue behind our backs." Zhao Qingyu stood at the half-open door, really embarrassed, "at least close the door tightly."

The four men looked over together, embarrassing.

Zhao Qingyu laughed happily, for a moment it seemed that brother Chuang's soul had returned to his place.He walked into the room and patted Zhou Peng on the shoulder, saying generously, "Okay, hurry up, don't let the beautiful girls from the School of Foreign Languages ​​wait in a hurry."

Zhou Peng scratched his head in embarrassment: "Cough, this, it's not because you have just recovered from a serious illness and your bones are weak."

Before Zhao Qingyu could respond, Gu Yanyu interjected: "Boss, forgive me for being stupid, what is the connection between friendship and physical weakness?"

Unavoidably, the topic turned to the direction of affecting social harmony, Zhao Qingyu said in time: "Why didn't you see Fang Xin?"

"I went to the world with my girlfriend." Gu Yanyu's face was sour.

Dong Dongdong came over and asked a serious question: "I feel better now."

Zhao Qingyu nodded, afraid that they would think too much, and he would laugh wryly as soon as he rolled his eyes: "Okay, hurry up, I happen to be quiet and quiet."

"Well, actually five people are fine," Zhou Peng felt a little sorry, "Let them have a wider range of choices."

Zhao Qingyu tried his best to recall Li Chuang's language style, and finally said: "Brother still uses friendship? That little girl in the dormitory is black and white!"

——The fate of a public enemy is to be covered with pillows on the bed and unable to breathe for a long time.

It didn't take long for the dormitory to be quiet.

Zhao Qingyu held "The Hawthorne Detective" borrowed from the library, and leaned on the bed to read it with gusto.

The moment Ai Gang pushed the door and entered, he had a certain illusion, as if the person reading under the pale yellow bedside lamp was not Li Chuang, but the boy he had seen on his mobile phone, with fine hair, small and delicate Facial features, white skin.

Suddenly, he was in a trance.

Zhao Qingyu looked at him amusedly: "What are you doing standing at the door, I am a dormitory and not a minefield."

Only then did Ai Gang come back to his senses, rubbed his nose a little embarrassedly, and said as he walked over, "I wanted to find you for dinner, but it's not Christmas Eve. I just met Fang Xin and said you had a fever?"

"Well," Zhao Qingyu put the book aside, "What happened last night, I went to the school hospital to hang water for a whole day today, it's almost over."

Ai Gang mopped the stool and sat down in front of Zhao Qingyu's bed, with a troubled expression on his face: "I'm just wondering, Li Chuang's body like a cow can also give you a fever, did you go swimming in winter?"

Zhao Qingyu rolled his eyes angrily, leaned closer to him, and said, "Well, I jumped into the Hun River by myself."

Of course Ai Gang knew that Zhao Qingyu was arguing with him, but with such a face-to-face, his thoughts were a little wandering.I don't know if it was because of illness, but Zhao Qingyu looked a little paler, but also flushed.

The distance is too close, so close that Ai Gang can almost see the slightest movement of Zhao Qingyu's lips.

The hot air came over with his breath, and Zhao Qingyu's face began to heat up. He suspected that it was the sequelae of the fever. Everything around him became so illusory, and only the person in front of him became clearer...

When he was about to kiss, Ai Gang stopped suddenly, his eyes seemed to be blurred.But before Zhao Qingyu could see clearly, the boy had already retreated.

Not sure whether he was relieved or disappointed, Zhao Qingyu felt a little sad.

"Okay, let you kiss me all the time, it's contagious." Ai Gang coughed a few times to make his voice lighter.

But Zhao Qingyu still felt the embarrassment, lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he raised his head again, he had a natural expression on his face: "How could you have the nerve to slander a patient!"

"Putting it down, it has something to do with your illness." Ai Gang took out his mobile phone as he said, and fiddled with Zhao Qingyu's "photo album" in a few moments, and clicked his tongue while reading it, "You have to put your face on it, maybe It’s nice to have a kiss.”

Zhao Qingyu was dissatisfied: "Brother, what's wrong now?"

Ai Gang stared at it seriously for a long time: "It's not bad, but I just want to scratch the wall."

Zhao Qingyu was so happy that the sun was shining brightly.

Ai Gang also laughed.

It was snowing outside, and neither of them paid attention.

Ai Gang lied.

In fact, even if Zhao Qingyu held Li Chuang's face, he could still kiss him without any psychological barriers.

But, is this fucking normal?