madness

During the break at noon, Su Zhiyun went to the cafeteria to eat alone. The leaves were whirling outside the window, and the cicadas were singing endlessly. He saw Su Tianlin walking into the cafeteria surrounded by a group of people, full of vigor.

"Isn't that your brother?"

Su Tianlin glanced into the corner, and saw a person curled up under the shadow of a tree, with a bandage on his finger bone, his hair hanging down to cover his eyes, gloomy, and he didn't know if he was looking at him.

He frowned, a little impatiently, and then quickly turned his head away: "That kid, he's always acting weird all day long, and he doesn't know what's going on in his head."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen your brother yet. What does he look like?"

It was a beautiful girl who said this, her hair was permed inwards and draped over her shoulders, like a wave of water.

With a pointed jaw, the eyelashes curled up when he smiled, and he looked there curiously.

Su Tianlin raised his brows, showing a little teasing expression: "What else can it look like, two eyes, one nose and one mouth, can it grow wings?"

"Angels have wings, right?"

Su Tianlin was very disdainful: "Angel? A slug is about the same. There is always a damp and musty smell on your body, like something crawling out of a corner. It is sticky and makes people uncomfortable to look at."

Several people chatted and laughed again, and all walked forward.

Su Zhiyun clenched the wooden chopsticks in his hand, those words reached his ears, and under the scorching sun at noon, nausea welled up from his stomach.

The wooden chopsticks used in the school are quite old. They have been scalded in boiling water and washed countless times. The water stains have penetrated to the depths, and they are so soft that they are whitish.

He smelled the fishy smell, his brain was dizzy, he lost his chopsticks, abandoned the broken and stale food in front of him, stood up and went to the counter to buy drinks.

The beam of light in front of the counter is filled with dust particles, and the sweet smell of boiled corn rises in the air.

Su Zhiyun's nose moved, and more sweet aroma rushed to him, passing through his nasal cavity unimpeded, so he finally struggled out of the nausea, and became sober for a while.

Suddenly, a bit of clear and refreshing lemon washing powder floated from afar, mixed with the not at all unpleasant smell of sweat on the other party's body.

He froze, and a layer of goosebumps suddenly exploded all over his body due to excessive heartbeats. He pinched his palm tightly, trying to suppress the sound of his frantically beating heart.

The girl in the front took out a small bright mirror from her pocket to adjust her hairstyle. Su Zhiyun glimpsed Gu Zehuan's half face from the reflection on the mirror. His hair was slightly wet, sticking to his cheeks, his elbows, neck and eyelids Due to the high heat, it turned into a steaming translucent pink.

It was a subtle pink, almost as if a woman had just sweated from a churning of lust and then let out a slow orgasm.

Su Zhiyun even felt that his slightly parted lips seemed to have just sucked someone's chest or shoulder blades.

Gu Zehuan obviously didn't recognize Su Zhiyun standing in front of him, maybe he knew, but he didn't say anything.

He just accepted, as usual, that those people swarmed around him and tried their best to show their best, tell some stupid jokes or play ugly.

Gu Zehuan only nodded occasionally, but in fact he didn't need it at all, he just glanced at someone, and cast a glance at someone.That person would be overwhelmed with joy, writing happiness and excitement into every ups and downs between his brows and eyes.

They are all as dirty as I am.

Su Zhiyun thought.

The only difference between being dirty is being shy or naked.

He saw the eyes of those people.

Greedy and coveted, like poisonous snakes and beasts hiding silently in the dark.

This is quite normal, after all Gu Zehuan looks like a high-class prostitute.In other words, he is like Aphrodite, the god's residence in Greek legend.

Born from the waves of tyranny, blood, sex, desire, and ethics, but bathed in the light of divinity and holiness, it attracts coveted people.

Su Zhiyun licked his dry and chapped lips, and pointed to the freezer.

"I want a bottle of peach juice."

The aunt who collected the money glanced at him, and then took out a bottle of juice with pink packaging.

Boys rarely drink juice drinks, let alone peach juice.

Su Zhiyun didn't mind the aunt's puzzled look either. He paid the money and walked out of the cafeteria, unscrewed the bottle cap, and hid in the grass next to the cafeteria.

He saw Gu Zehuan coming out, and he bought a popsicle.

Su Zhiyun carefully observed Gu Zehuan's expression. He saw Gu Zehuan open a milk-flavored popsicle, and then licked the pure white ointment.

The delicate sorbet melted between his lips and teeth, and Su Zhiyun felt jealous.

When he saw the expressions of those people, he knew that he was not alone in thinking so.

A long time ago, Su Zhiyun discovered that Gu Zehuan's elbows, knees and cheeks, where the skin is thin, would turn into a translucent pink color whenever they were exposed to a little high heat.

A bead of sweat suddenly fell from the tip of his black hair, soaking the ground. Gu Zehuan held the ice cream in one hand, sucked it slowly, and then listened to those people talking to him.

In fact, no one was talking seriously, everyone was staring at Gu Zehuan eating ice cream.

It's just that Gu Zehuan doesn't know anything about it.

At that moment, Su Zhiyun looked at his protruding Adam's apple, and became mad with jealousy. He wanted to suck Gu Zehuan's neck, chin, and pink knees like Gu Zehuan sucked and sucked ice cream.

He would kneel at Gu Zehuan's feet until the other person lifted the sole of his shoe that was pressing on his chest, allowing him to get close.

Su Zhiyun felt an uncontrollable sense of hunger. He swallowed the saliva secreted from his mouth, watched Gu Zehuan's leaving back, and gulped down the peach juice.

The light pink color blended with cheap pigment exudes a honey-like fragrance.

It's cloyingly sweet, crazy sweet.

The first class in the afternoon is physical education.

First of all, the long-distance running was tested. Boys ran 1000 meters and girls ran 800 meters. After the test, they practiced volleyball, and everyone wailed.

The boys run first, and the girls run after the boys finish.

Before running, Gu Zehuan bent down to re-tie his shoelaces. He flipped his fingers deftly for a while, and tied a beautiful bow.

Su Zhiyun has learned many times, but he still can't learn how to tie shoelaces like Gu Zehuan.

Su Zhiyun is not good at long-distance running, and Gu Zehuan is not good at long-distance running. Boys with tall legs and long legs are often not very good at running.

Su Zhiyun followed behind Gu Zehuan, maintaining a distance that was not too far or too close. If possible, he would like to turn into a bird, standing on Gu Zehuan's shoulder, or clinging to his neck.

The sky was covered by heavy clouds, and the sun was also covered by gauze mist.

Su Zhiyun ran across the finish line, picked up the peach juice and drank it, watched Gu Zehuan who bent over to tie his shoelace, licked off the last sweet droplet from his lips.

When it came time to play volleyball, it was free practice. Most of the students practiced together in groups, and those people crowded around Gu Zehuan.

Su Zhiyun dropped the volleyball in his hand and climbed up to the stand beside him.

He hates the behavior of reporting groups that exist all the time.

Su Zhiyun sat here for a while, and was hit in the head by a sudden volleyball.

His brain was buzzing, and there was a roar.

Under Su Zhiyun's gaze, the boy cringed, looking around for help, but the classmates he saw all turned their eyes away.

Su Zhiyun stood up, picked up the volleyball and walked down the stairs.

Gu Zehuan blocked his way.

Su Zhiyun was condescending, he stopped, and stood on the last step, which was only a few centimeters away from Gu Zehuan, and smelled the smell of lemon washing powder on Gu Zehuan again.

He trembled slightly, almost instantly reacting.

Fortunately, the school uniform pants are loose, so you can't see it.

Warm and moist breath blew in with the scent of gardenias, Gu Zehuan got closer, said something for some reason, brushed aside Su Zhiyun's hair, and checked the wound on his forehead.

Su Zhiyun only felt crazy dizziness for a while, and he tried his best to maintain his swaying body so that he would not fall backwards.

He melted into a boiling pool of sugar water in the late summer season, every cell bubbling with joy and bubbling with joy.

The fingertips of the other party were slightly cold, like a ball of snow that could not be melted, but the skin touched by him began to gradually dissolve.

He hardly heard a single word Gu Zehuan said, only felt the burning temperature rising rapidly on his cheeks.

Gu Zehuan bent down slightly, exposing his eyes.

It was black and calm, reflecting Su Zhiyun's face.

Gu Zehuan is not only a high-class prostitute who wants to play with people's hearts, but also is a holy and magnificent mansion standing on the clouds and holding Chiyang.

It was at this moment that Su Zhiyun realized that he thought he was a warrior and a dragon, but he was actually just a clown, a mud, a worm, a dirty and obscene desire, and a cowardly and cowardly waste.

He was not even as good as those slum refugees who always followed Gu Zehuan and hid in corners salivating.

He couldn't get the words out of his mouth, he couldn't lift a finger of his own.

He just wanted to get down on the ground and kiss each other's ankles.

He was strangled by the divinity of the other party, and in the heat of endless lust, he smelled the smell of peaches on his collar, and the rotten cherry flesh was crushed in his heart, soaked in sweetness Bewitching fragrance.

He realizes his shallowness, ignorance, and stupidity, and he repents and weeps bitterly.

As long as Gu Zehuan is willing to continue talking to him like this.

Su Zhiyun was even willing to kneel at Gu Zehuan's feet all the time.

Forever.

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