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Yuan Mu is no stranger to death.

It is accompanied by abstract majesty and emptiness, as well as concrete pictures and emotions, which are thoughts that often linger in his mind.

So that you are not unfamiliar, and then witness, even the slightest kindness is stripped from the shock and fear.

It is said that Yan Li first cut her wrists, then turned on the gas, and finally fell from the fifth floor, hitting the gray concrete floor like a fish entering the sea.

Looking at it this way, although her academic performance is very good, she is really not proficient in suicide, and she has a clumsy determination.

She didn't write a suicide note, leaving only a pool of blood and a few balls of red and mushy minced meat.

The person was taken to the hospital by a car, and it was unknown if he could be saved.

After the banquet was over, everyone looked around the circle of filth, and everyone belched and made a lot of speeches.

First of all, there were speculations about why she didn't live.

Secondly, they blamed her why she had to die.

The blood was dark brown under the street lamp at night, and because Yuan Mu was standing on the roof looking down, he couldn't tell it was blood, like an old stain on a gray cloth.

The nasal cavity unexpectedly associates the smell with the vision, the rotten and moldy mattress that has not seen the sun all year round.

That year, my grandfather was seriously ill for some time, my second uncle coordinated with the town hospital, took off the oxygen mask and dragged the old man to the house, almost waiting to die.

The second uncle asked Yuan Mu to take care of him, saying that he would be given a chance to be filial.

So he stayed in that hut for a few days, watching his grandfather die.

Before his death, the old man experienced tidal breathing. His chest suddenly protruded into a peak, and then suddenly sank into a depression.

His eyes were cloudy and he couldn't find the focus, Yuan Mu didn't dare to move forward, just watched his fingers convulsively scratching without landing.

In short, he is on the verge of death, his physiological reactions are out of order, and he is almost not a human being, like a ghost.

Just a second after Grandpa froze, Yuan Mu realized that he had passed away.

Obviously the corpse is still in front of him, but it is hard to imagine that he ever existed.

The same is true for Yan Li.

At this time, the wind is strong, and the picture about her is revisited in my mind, the color becomes black and white, and the image is fading, the speed is so fast, it seems to be swept away by the howling wind.

Qiu Yu was the first to find him, rushing up the stairs like a tidal wave, but calmed down when he got close to Yuan Mu, with a trembling voice, swallowed back and said, "You came here."

Yuan Mu turned his head and let him see his eyes: "Ah, this place is clean."

They looked down together, and some people were still saying that after such a thing happened, the business might not be able to be done for a while.

Some people don't bring up the topic of business, in order to show their kindness and generosity, they only lament the girl's selfish and fragile temperament, luckily she didn't involve innocent passers-by.

"Yes, it's quite noisy."

Qiu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still beating wildly. He leaned against the fence and said, "Yuan Cha came to my house just now. Tonight she and Qiu Xi will sleep in the same room."

Xu Yiqing and Fang Qiong didn't return home, either they stayed in the restaurant to take charge of the overall situation, or accompanied them to the hospital to help, the two couples of children have not received half a message from them so far.

"Has Qiu Xi been frightened?" Yuan Mu asked.

"Well, so is Yuan Cha.

Both of them looked dazed. "

"What about you?"

"I."

Qiu Yu shook his head, but said nothing.

Yuan Mu squinted his eyes in the evening wind, and raised his face towards the void in the distance, as if feeling something, he said, "Come on, look at it this way, the city is like a huge cemetery."

Qiu Yu has heard many strange metaphors from Yuan Mu on this rooftop. Qiu Yu is inexplicably confident that he can only tell him these words, so he listens carefully to every sentence, and sometimes he will go back to the room and write it on paper. He is Yuan Mu's life. A rare witness, a faithful recorder.

Today, Qiu Yu smiled as he did every time before. Even though he was once again attacked by the fear and panic not long ago, he still asked for advice as if nothing had happened: "Would you like to come to my house and sleep in my bed tonight?"

To be honest, Yuan Mu went in and out of Qiu Yu’s house so frequently in elementary school that he had to examine himself. He counted on his fingers how many times he went this week. Would it be too much? Hold on to it and go next week. an average of one point.

After growing up, the positions were reversed, and he seldom had the courage and interest to set foot in other people's territories, but Qiu Yu often slipped over to stay with him.

When they went downstairs to open the door, the lights in Qiu Yu's living room had been turned off, and light leaked from the door frame of Qiu Xi's room.

Qiu Yu leaned against the shoe cabinet and said to Yuan Mu who was creeping behind him, "Maybe I fell asleep early, but I dare not turn off the lights."

Yuan Mu didn't answer, he covered Qiu Yu's mouth and pushed him all the way into the bedroom.

His room didn't change much, Yuan Mu curled up under the quilt after the lights were turned off, and took a closer look at it with the light from the window.

A wall-mounted bookshelf was added, a reclining chair with pulleys was added, the wardrobe was changed, and it was large enough to hide people, and posters were pasted on the light switch and in front of the desk.

Qiu Yu's bed only had one pillow, and he put it on Yuan Mu's side, and folded a simple one out of a sports coat, so it was easy to make rustling noises when he profiled his face.

"Yuan Mu."

The light on Qiu Yu's phone screen was still on, and her voice was weak and low, "Sister Li was not rescued."

Message from Xu Yiqing.

Yuan Mu was originally lying on his side with his back to him, and then slowly turned to lie flat.

He finally found out that the lamps in Qiu Yu's bedroom had also been changed from energy-saving chandeliers to pure white ceiling lamps.

A cut in the wrist, carbon monoxide in the airway, a hole in the skull.

She walked in three ways, and finally arrived at her destination.

Yan Li had no choice but to drop out of school. The Yan family did not provide for her, so she had to go to Zhejiang to work to save tuition and living expenses. Before leaving, she begged the teacher to protect her school status, and paid three years of tuition for nothing to save a chance to take the exam.

Yan Li had no choice but to wear high heels to sell wine during the summer vacation. The university in Beijing is a long way away, and she has to pay for the bus fare.

Maybe there are more, I have to grow up in this smelly water street, I have to laugh at the shady compliments from the neighbors, I have to listen to Xue Zhiyong's obscene words, I have to exchange my savings for my younger brother's gift money and have them at the banquet Can not show up during this period.

Yan Li only has her own choice in the way of self-destruction.

"Actually, if she endures for another month, she will be able to leave here forever."

Yuan Mu said.

He had an early insight into her desire to fly high.

"Are you afraid?"

What are you afraid of, her death?

But dying and being forgotten is the fate of human beings. Do we need to be afraid of fate?

"I do not know."

Yuan Mu said, "I'm just a little sad."

There is also a little anger, a little disgust, for the twittering and boiling quagmire downstairs.

He knew that they had been in the mud for many years, but there was never a single moment that made him want to vomit.

"Well, so don't do it lightly."

Qiu Yu kept looking at him.

easily?Qiu Yu left room for it, which means that difficult times are not ruled out.

But why speak so earnestly?There are two people here, is Qiu Yu persuading him or herself?

"Are you talking about me?"

Yuan Mu turned over, he was wearing Qiu Yu's pajamas, when he moved, the smell of the clothes came out.

He sneezed, bumped his forehead against Qiu Yu's chest, and said in a strong nasal voice, the smell of your washing powder is too sweet.

Qiu Yu raised her chin, let Yuan Mu lean into her arms, and heard his voice as soft as a mosquito: "I don't know how."

Yuan Mu asked, "Qiu Yu, do you hate your mother?"

He seems to understand the reason for this question, the passing of life is filled with hatred and regret, and it is destined to temporarily cast a background of sadness and resentment on the time and space of the living.

You might as well ask me if I love her or not, and I categorically say no.

Hate so much, to mom.

"Don't let her trap you anymore."

Yuan Mu's voice was sticky and soft, as if he was very sleepy.

It was raining outside the window, and Qiu Yu thought of the pool of blood on the street.

"And you."

Qiu Yu asked.

Yuan Mu didn't answer any more.

Qiu Yu silently felt the warm and even breathing of the person in front of her chest, pulled the quilt up to their shoulders, pulled Yuan Mu's arm around her waist, covered her body lightly, and followed him to sleep with his eyes closed .

The weather turned cold and rainy, so I don't know if the bone in his injured arm will hurt.