madness

190 seven, 190 eight, 190 nine.

When the count reached 220 seven sheep, Su Zhiyun opened his eyes.

He couldn't sleep, his head hurt, and his head touched the pillow as if he was about to be swallowed up by the bedding, leaving only 12 points of energy.

The villa was empty and he was alone.

Gu Zehuan went out and was not at home.

The swallow is not there either.

She didn't know which big money she had gotten into recently, and she had a lot of money in her card, so her back was hardened, and she couldn't extricate herself from the city's luxury and money, spending like crazy, and even didn't go home for days and nights.

Su Zhiyun stayed alone in the villa, and the hazy light came in through the white veil. His shadow was a fish trapped in a transparent glass tank.

The young man sat blankly for a while, and finally recovered his senses and got up, wandering aimlessly in the corridor like a wandering corpse.

The empty villa was shrouded in the silent moonlight, everything seemed very boring.

He felt thirsty, so he went to the kitchen to drink water. Under the moonlight, every cup was placed in the window and was crystal clear, only one was different, exuding a different color and luster from other utensils.

Su Zhiyun looked at it for a while, then reached out and picked up the cup.

It belonged to Gu Zehuan.

Then he went out of the kitchen, and saw a piece of clean and soft clothes, fragrant and white, blowing in the wind in the garden.

Unknowingly, Su Zhiyun was attracted by those brilliance, he gathered all the things that exuded warm brilliance into one place, gathered them all together on the bed, and wrapped them under the quilt carefully.

He held such a ball of Gu Zehuan's clothes in his arms, and just held his breath, staring at the shining utensils on the bed without blinking - there were soft, bright and snow-white brilliance like countless fireflies gathering. .

So the depression in Su Zhiyun's heart gradually calmed down a little, and it was slowly filled with some kind of fulfillment and satisfaction.

He tried to fall asleep, lying at the end of the bed and burying his head in the quilt, but his mind was clear, and he could even see the slowly flowing and changing pixels under his eyelids.

He opened his eyes again, and saw that the lights in the room were not turned on, the shadow of the moon was mottled, and the stagnant water was bright.

Su Zhiyun grabbed a piece of Gu Zehuan's clothes, and clenched it tightly in his arms as if it was crushed. He lowered his eyelashes, peeped through the hair, and whispered to himself in a little confusion. Soliloquy - "Why haven't you come back yet?"

……

After daybreak, Yanzi came back humming a song. She was carrying a big bag of spoils in her hand, and her high heels were kicking loudly. She couldn't wait to share her happiness with Su Zhiyun.

Turning and opening the door, her joyful voice got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't get up or down——Su Zhiyun was guarding the end of the bed, and only when she heard the sound did she look back slowly, still clutching a wrinkled, sour pickle-like clothes in her hands.

However, this is not surprising, what is strange is that Su Zhiyun assumed the posture of a dragon guarding the gold and silver treasures.

Yanzi recognized with sharp eyes that the dress tightly clutched in Su Zhiyun's arms belonged to Gu Zehuan.

He clenched it tightly, as if he had snatched a life-saving pacifier.

Yanzi trembled for no reason, lowered his voice, and put on a smile again, afraid of disturbing anything: "I bought a lot of new clothes, and there are gifts specially selected for you, do you want to take a look?"

She saw Su Zhiyun bowed his head, his pale face was sleepy and lifeless, and his hair was hanging down his cheeks, like a plant that was gradually dying without being cared for.

So Yanzi stopped talking, and she shut up, knowing that no matter what she said now, it was inappropriate.

Until the sound of unlocking came from downstairs, there was a "click".

Su Zhiyun quickly got out like a gust of wind. He quickly went downstairs and opened the door—but the face behind the door was not the face he expected, but an extremely pale and white face, without any trace of the usual delicacy and appropriateness. In good spirits.

Wen Zeyu asked very calmly: "Where's Gu Zehuan?"

Su Zhiyun took a few steps back, he was still holding the clothes in his hands, like a child who couldn't fall asleep clutching his beloved doll, but his eyes drooped, feeling a little lost.

"he is not at home."

Yanzi followed downstairs, and when she saw Wen Zeyu, her expression suddenly became ugly. She walked up to the young man and sneered.

"Aren't you all kicked out..."

Her words stopped abruptly, and Wen Zeyu grabbed her.The fingers that usually look fragile are now as strong and hard as iron tongs, tightly clamping her chest and arms, and the sharp knife is pressed against the swallow's throat, and the cold air is overflowing.

Wen Zeyu's expression was almost insane, not a bit of the calmness he had before: "Where's Gu Zehuan? Tell him to come back and see me!"

It happened so fast and so unpredictable that no one could react.

The swallow who was held hostage did not dare to move, shaking like chaff.

She was so embarrassed by the blade that she didn't dare to move, and she didn't open her eyes to look, but closed her eyes.

Wen Zeyu stared at Su Zhiyun, and his hands worked harder, cutting a line of bright blood from the blade, his eyes were full of turbulent and crazy prey.

"I know you have a way to find him, now call Gu Zehuan to see me, immediately! Immediately! I only give you half an hour, if I don't see anyone else for half an hour, this woman will be buried with me."

Su Zhiyun didn't try to persuade him, but called Gu Zehuan in front of him.

"Wen Zeyu has come to look for you."

There was no speech.

"It's in the villa."

After a while, Gu Zehuan said lightly, "I will be back."

During the waiting period, Wen Zeyu maintained a tense posture all the time, motionless, his brows were furrowed, and his cheeks, which were usually pink and fresh like flower buds, had completely lost their blood color, pale and withered, showing signs of decline.

He gritted his teeth nervously, as if chewing his own tongue.

After about 10 minutes, the door lock clicked. Gu Zehuan pushed the door open and entered, as if he didn't notice the tense atmosphere inside, he changed his shoes slowly.

Wen Zeyu's eyes turned away immediately, without blinking.

"Gu Zehuan."

"En." He replied, but he didn't walk in front of the young man, and he also turned a blind eye to the knife in the young man's hand: "Do you need me?"

Wen Zeyu almost couldn't help laughing, he asked softly: "Gu Zehuan, do you like me a little bit?"

"Did you come to the villa just to ask this?"

Gu Zehuan asked back.

"My brother was stabbed trying to protect me and is now in intensive care."

"The people who stabbed my brother were your crazy, even insane suitors!"

There was no answer, and the hall was silent.

Gu Zehuan's expression remained unchanged, only Wen Zeyu was crying and laughing, tears rolling down from his eyes.

He looked around and found that no one responded, his eyes gradually turned red, and he looked like the evil ghost Shura: "As expected, as expected, they were right. I was too naive, I thought you would at least feel a little bit guilty."

After a long time, Gu Zehuan came back to his senses from deep contemplation. His eyes were beautiful, so his perplexed expression appeared pure and innocent like a baby: "I didn't order those people, and I wasn't the one who hurt your brother."

"You shouldn't be mad at me, should you?"

Wen Zeyu finally couldn't help laughing out loud. After laughing, he trembled all over again. He opened his teary eyes and spoke harshly.

He used to be the young master in everyone's hands. He grew up rich and well-clothed. He had never suffered setbacks or tribulations. Once he fell off the horse, he stumbled hard on Gu Zehuan. My brother perishes with me.

He is so cruel and loves Gu Zehuan so much, even the other party's ruthless appearance still feels his heart throbbing, and he doesn't even have the courage to really kill him.

This love made his face hideous and riddled with holes, and his few rationality and clarity made his hatred clearer.

In the toss and tear of love and hate, he finally broke down completely and chose to kill himself.

"Gu Zehuan, you really are an unreasonable monster, you are a disaster star, and everyone who gets close to you will only become unlucky!"

"Remember, today I, Wen Zeyu, died because of you! Even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go, and I will drag you down together."

After he finished speaking, he cut his throat with a knife without hesitation, and blood gushed out.

The hot and enthusiastic color, accompanied by the woman's scream, suddenly fell on Su Zhiyun's face.

"Clap."

"Clap."

From Wen Zeyu's broken throat, there was a broken accordion-like "ssi" sound, which made him cover his neck instinctively, but the blood burst from the leaking wound like a water pipe that couldn't bear the pressure Gushing out, scrambling for the future.

Everyone was shocked by his resoluteness and relentlessness, Yanzi covered her mouth and backed away in fear, falling to the ground.

A large amount of mottled blood stained his shirt red, like mildew growing wildly, Wen Zeyu exerted his last bit of strength, and firmly grasped Su Zhiyun's arm.

As a result, the warm and sticky touch gradually seeped in, he raised his head and looked at Su Zhiyun, showing a smile, his lips twitched, chanting the same sentence silently, repeatedly, like a curse.

Su Zhiyun froze and remained motionless. The blood color spread silently across the corners of his clothes and continued to encroach on him. The small and frantic murmurs penetrated into the young man's ears and took root in his brain.

He looked down at Wen Zeyu, who was still smiling at him with his head up, innocent and romantic, but the words that chewed through the gums overflowed from the gurgling throat, gnashing teeth - you will be like me, you will be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me you'll be like me

The author says:

I have been working so hard recently, can I ask for a starfish QAQ