madness

So hot.

Clothes are stuck to the back.

The air conditioner broke down last night, and the repairman will come in the afternoon.

Su Zhiyun's head fell to the floor, and his feet were still high on the bed. Most of his clothes were lifted up and pressed against the floor. When he turned over a little, he could hear the hissing sound of skin peeling off the ground.

He held up his mobile phone to play games without blinking his eyes for a long time.

The phone vibrated and a message popped up.

It was sent by Cui Ming.

"When are you coming back?"

The pop-up message blocked the field of vision, and Su Zhiyun was killed by the enemy who suddenly jumped out of the grass.

During the long resurrection time, the opponent eliminated the remaining teammates like chopping melons and vegetables, approaching the crystal, and finally won easily.

Looking at the two characters of "failure" that appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, Su Zhiyun turned his head, tried to move his body, and put his face on the hot water bottle filled with ice cubes.

It was so cold that my skin hurt a little from the cold.

He changed his posture again, feeling the chill oozing from the hot water bag next to his ear, imagining himself as a fish out of water, driven mad by the barren and dry air, struggling in self-deception.

With a bang, the diary fell from the table.

Su Zhiyun glanced at it, he got up, picked up the blue diary, and flipped through it casually.

Most of the diaries are fragments of soliloquies, and probably no one except himself can understand what is written there.

Sometimes there are questions that don't make sense.

"Why is summer so long?"

"Do all kids like candy?"

"Is women's preference for pink a result of market choice or marketing?"

Since February 2rd the problem has looked very different.

"What does Gu Zehuan like to eat?"

"When is Gu Zehuan's birthday?"

"What's Gu Zehuan's favorite color?"

"Why would Gu Zehuan be angry?"

There were no answers to all the questions, only a blank space, making those question marks even more glaring.

As a result, the following questions turned into an overwhelming questioning tone - "When will Gu Zehuan like me?"

Su Zhiyun closed the book. He was very hot and felt that his whole body was soaked in sweat and was sticky.

He looked up at the snow-white ceiling for a while, and there was a sound from his stomach, which protested, lost its temper, and convulsed alone.

It's like laughing at the contents of his diary.

Unreasonable thought.

Su Zhiyun opened the door, kicked the slippers aside, and walked downstairs barefoot.

In the living room, Li Yanjiao was playing mahjong with several wives. Yingyingyanyan was bustling with people, and the hard corners of mahjong were rounded and shiny with the fingers of expensive skin care products.

"Mrs. Su, isn't this your son? Today is Thursday, why didn't he go to school?"

Li Yanjiao paused when she touched the cards.

Others who saw some clues all smiled.

"Just play cards, and do what you say about these unhappy things."

"That's right, I know I'm here to play today, why do you care why my son is at home?"

Su Zhiyun took a big sip of iced Coke, turned a blind eye, then took out the ice cream from the second floor of the refrigerator and went upstairs. Every step he took, he could hear the sound of skin and wooden boards pulling and tearing each other.

Sometimes Su Zhiyun would feel that Xia Tian's floor is a demon from hell, not only trying to melt the skin, but also trying to eat the tendons and muscles into his stomach.

"Young master, I see that you haven't had lunch yet, would you like me to make you something?"

Su Zhiyun opened the bag of ice cream and licked it. It tasted very rich and sweet like chocolate.

His eyes were lowered, as if he had no emotion.

"no need."

The air conditioner is turned on in the downstairs living room, which is completely different from the upstairs room.

The chill penetrated from the T-shirt that was attached to his back, passed through the sticky sweat, and blew on his neck.

Aunt Wang is sometimes a little afraid of Su Zhiyun. There is always no reason for this fear, but it is not surprising to be afraid. After all, Su Zhiyun has always been a bit of a ghost in the eyes of everyone. A little afraid of him.

Su Tianhe once sent Su Zhiyun to a boarding school with full military management in other places. There were no mobile phones or computers there, and all means of contact with the outside world were cut off.

Su Zhiyun was only ten years old when he was sent in. He should have graduated at the age of 12, but Su Zhiyun had not been in school for a year, and was sent back because he disobeyed the discipline and frequently fought with his classmates and beat the teacher.

Su Zhiyun didn't look too good when he came out, with bruises all over his body and a limp.

The first time he saw Su Tianhe, he rushed forward and bit Su Tianhe's arm fiercely, no matter how others tried to dissuade or pull him, he was unwilling to let go.

At that time, Su Zhiyun was almost sent to another boarding school by Su Tianhe because of this.

"Skipping food is bad for your health."

Aunt Wang said earnestly.

Su Zhiyun's hair was tied up, revealing the white and slender nape of his neck.

The face can also be exposed, he is very thin, his arms and fingers look a little lonely, his chin is sharp, his eyes are black, as if soaked in water, and the cold seeps through.

In fact, compared to Su Tianhe, Su Zhiyun was more like Li Yanjiao.

This tendency was especially obvious when I was a child, and she was so delicate that others said that Su Zhiyun's silent appearance was a copy of Li Yanjiao.

Before her younger sister was born, Li Yanjiao loved Su Zhiyun very much.

It's just that Su Zhiyun has been like that since he was a child, he doesn't like to laugh, he doesn't like to talk, he doesn't get involved, and he just immerses himself in his own world. Later, Li Yanjiao gradually became disheartened, and only then did he think of having another child.

"Young master, you should eat more or less, or you will be hungry at night."

Su Zhiyun took a bite of the ice cream that had begun to melt, and the sweet and sour strawberry sandwich flowed out from it. He also licked off the corner of his mouth, with a nonchalant tone.

"I will never starve to death."

Aunt Wang just watched Su Zhiyun bite the ice cream and go upstairs, her braids flickering.

Like a little tail.

Su Zhiyun pushed open the door and walked into the room. When he saw the screen of his phone turned on, he opened it and found that it was Cui Ming who had sent him several more messages.

Since the two separated at the station, Su Zhiyun hadn't talked to each other again, but Cui Ming seemed to have forgotten what happened last time, and didn't mention a word.

This time he did not continue to send messages to Su Zhiyun about those meaningless daily routines, but shared the links of two songs.

"Gooey".

"The Other Side Of Paradise".

Without exception, it's all GlassAnimals songs.

Su Zhiyun stared at the phone screen for a while, then clicked on the link.

The ice cream in his hand was cold, and the sunlight outside the window had turned a slightly tired warm yellow.

Su Zhiyun quietly listened to the songs in the earphones, and didn't take a sip of ice cream until the two songs were played.

……

The sky was as clear as blue, and there was silence outside the corridor, and the playground in the distance could be seen through the treetops. The black and white school uniforms were shrunk to the limit, and looked like densely packed pixels. Cui Ming stood at the door, his ears With earphones plugged in, he was lost in thought alone.

"IsettleforaghostIneverknew

i'm in love with a ghost i don't understand at all

Superparadise Iheldonto

I thought I was holding on to heaven

ButIsettleforaghost

But I'm actually in love with a ghost"

Cui Ming felt the phone vibrate in his pocket, and he took out the phone.

It was Su Zhiyun's news.

"I want to drink Coke."

……

Su Zhiyun heard the sound of glass windows being hit by stones.

He opened the window and saw Cui Ming standing at the bottom waving at him, the schoolbag was thrown aside by the other party.

The flowers in the garden were trampled and broken in half, presumably he climbed over the wall to get in.

Cui Ming beckoned and made a silent gesture, signaling Su Zhiyun to come down quickly.

Su Zhiyun leaned on the red window frame and looked at Cui Ming. His hair was tied up with a rubber band, revealing his eyes, reflecting a little golden sky light.

Cui Ming saw Su Zhiyun disappear behind the red window frame.

Five minutes later, Su Zhiyun leaned out again.

He jumped from the window.

The sleeves bulged by the wind made Su Zhiyun look like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

After Su Zhiyun landed safely, he stuffed an ice cream into Cui Ming's hand.

"Have you waited for a long time?"

Cui Ming glanced at the ice cream in his hand, it was strawberry and chocolate flavored, and the packaging was very pink.

"Then what did you do during the few minutes you just disappeared?"

"I went downstairs to get the ice cream." Su Zhiyun tore open the ice cream package and took a bite, then pointed to his feet: "By the way, I went to change a pair of shoes."

"Since you're downstairs, why don't you just come out?"

Su Zhiyun took another bite of the ice cream.

He also got strawberry chocolate flavor.

Sweet and sour.

Su Zhiyun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"There is no reason, I just think it will be a little exciting."

Cui Ming had a look of disbelief.

"You're a lunatic."

The author says:

Do not imitate dangerous actions