madness

He is a good student.

No doubt about it.

Excellent grades, diligent study, no long hair, no earrings, no maverick, teachers can rest assured, parents can rest assured-at least on the surface.

Gu Zehuan rarely dreams.

Even dreaming is a large blank or gray tone, composed of some bizarre pictures and meaningless dialogues.

The plot in the dream was illogical, like a fairy tale a child made up for himself, inexplicable.

In today's dream, there is a blue butterfly talking to the flower.

"Why do not you like me?"

Hua was silent and said nothing.

The butterfly was sad when it didn't get a response, so it repeated itself while tearing off its antennae and wings.

Red blood trickled from its wound and dripped onto the gray petals.

It just repeatedly and persistently asked Hua - "Why don't you like me?"

The voice echoed in the silent gray space.

No one responded.

Blood dripped on the petals.

Gu Zehuan was woken up, he opened his eyes and found that the faucet in the toilet was not tightened.It was a dim night outside, and the room was silent, with a few pieces of broken moonlight falling in through the shutters, and the light was fleeting.

For Gu Zehuan, once he was woken up, it was difficult to fall asleep again. He got up and went to the toilet to turn on the faucet, and lay quietly on the bed for a while, looking up at the ceiling - the green mold growing on it stretched its teeth and claws, as if it was about to hit his face .

"Aren't you so tired?"

Little A asked Gu Zehuan.

He has big black and bright eyes, and many small stars will fall out when he flicks twice. He is the kind of child that everyone will like but no one will be jealous of. He is always soft, waxy, good-natured With a smile on his face, he will not be angry no matter how bullied.

If there are really angels in this world, they probably have such a harmless face.

Xiao A has a taste of being ignorant of world affairs because of being pampered, and even her innocent expression is filled with a sense of wealth and wealth.

It was obvious that he had always wanted to be friends with Gu Zehuan, and was clumsily trying to strike up a conversation.

A child's intuition is always subtly accurate.

"Aren't you so tired?"

he asked again.

Gu Zehuan didn't speak, he just played with the Rubik's Cube in his hand without raising his head.

Because the class bell rang, little A had to suspend this failed strike-up plan, sat back in his seat, stared at Gu Zehuan, and sighed softly.

Gu Zehuan put the completed Rubik's Cube into a drawer.

A week later, the girl Xiao A liked confessed to Gu Zehuan, and gave Gu Zehuan the puzzle that she had always treasured, which even Xiao A didn't like to take a look at.

"You did it on purpose! You went too far! Why did you do this?"

Little A said loudly that he was very sad, and tears fell down one by one, round and crystal clear.

The tears of the children of the rich family were all pearls, which made everyone panic.

No one knows why little A suddenly lost his temper.

The teacher didn't know what happened, she panicked and asked Gu Zehuan to apologize quickly.

Little A was crying miserably, and after the tearful expression, gradually condensed a little resentment.

Childish and timeless disgust, like mushrooms emerging from the wet grass after the rain, grew out of little A, densely packed.

"I'll make you regret it."

Gu Zehuan lay down for a while, he opened the side drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit the cigarette, and then sat on the side of the bed.

Pale white smoke swirls and rises, and scarlet sparks flicker and extinguish.

The broken rusty faucet started dripping again and fell into the sink.

"Clap."

"Clap."

…………

The weather was very cold, and the heavy plastic curtain at the door of the store was cut off by the bitter cold, so it couldn't get in. Cui Qingqing was talking about where we could go together during the winter vacation, and at the same time threw all the boiled mutton into Su Zhiyun's bowl : "If you can go to a place farther away, the Maldives is actually pretty good, with sunshine, sandy beaches and waves, very nice."

Su Zhiyun shook his head: "The Maldives is too far away."

Cui Qingqing was noncommittal, and suddenly asked Gu Zehuan, "Do you prefer summer or winter?"

Gu Zehuan said: "Summer."

"It's so hot in summer, and I sweat so much. What's the good thing." Cui Qingqing muttered, while she said this, she carefully looked at Su Zhiyun, but fortunately, the other party didn't have any major emotional changes: "But There are good places in summer, such as ice cream, watermelon and pineapple soda."

"What you said is food."

Su Zhiyun said.

The girl whose sore foot was poked gave a coy smile, her expression was a little dissatisfied, her lips became red and shiny because of eating spicy food, but her eyes were still shining brightly, and her cheek wrapped in the fur collar was bigger than a palm, and it was still bright red.

She curled her lips childishly: "So what, who doesn't like to eat?"

"Everyone needs to eat."

Su Zhiyun drank the coke silently. He seemed to be unable to eat spicy food, and his lips were slightly swollen.

After dinner, Su Zhiyun and Gu Zehuan sent Cui Qingqing to the station together. Cui Qingqing kept thinking about it while on the way, complaining that she didn't do well in the final exam this time, and that even the foreign vacation plan that she had originally agreed was ruined. drift.

"But it doesn't matter, the money I saved is enough for me to go out and play."

For a child from a wealthy family, even the content of his complaints is full of a somewhat naive air of copper coins.

Before Cui Qingqing left, she went to Su Zhiyun to put something in Su Zhiyun's hand. Su Zhiyun was taken aback, but pursed her lips tightly, stuffed the thing into her pocket without saying anything.

So in the end, only Gu Zehuan and Su Zhiyun were left.

Two people walked side by side on the street, no one spoke.

Su Zhiyun is about the same height as Gu Zehuan, he is always used to bowing his head and keeping silent.

When Su Zhiyun didn't speak, he had almost no sense of presence.

Only a little light shone in his eyes, like a cloud of dust falling from a green hill like a heavy rain.

Today is New Year's Day, and there are very few pedestrians on the street. Through the glass, you can see that the hotel lobby on the roadside is full of guests.

"Don't you have to have dinner with your family today?"

Su Zhiyun obviously didn't expect Gu Zehuan to ask questions. He was taken aback for a moment, then he pursed his lips tightly and shook his head.

"It doesn't matter if I'm at home or not."

It's an understatement to say nothing.

The boy was very fair, and he was silent in the dim night, only looking into the distance, with a band-aid on his right cheek, almost showing a little carelessness.

Gu Zehuan stretched out his hand and suddenly touched his face.

It was cold, soft, and the blood flowing underneath was hot and ready to move.

Under Su Zhiyun's collar, in the cuffs, those invisible places are full of scars.

All of this has something to do with Gu Zehuan, he is the source of all pain, the culprit of all madness.

But Su Zhiyun knew all this, but he was still uncontrollably attracted and bewitched, and even fell step by step, stuck in it, unable to get out.

The bitter cold wind made his cheeks ache, and Su Zhiyun could feel the breath that was close at hand. He was almost overwhelmed by the overwhelming heat and was at a loss for what to do.

He saw that Gu Zehuan's eyes were deep and hazy, half hidden behind the eyelashes.

The other party's lips are extraordinarily beautiful, almost making Su Zhiyun unable to look away—it is a crumbled, rotten, sweet cherry red, plump like the white greasy fingertips of a medieval woman in an oil painting. Lightweight fruit.

This is a color that will be praised by poets and painters, and it is a legend that should be described in verse.

Gu Zehuan is the divine mansion Aphrodite born in the waves. Su Zhiyun was easily subdued, ruled, and led by that divinity. for the hymn.

The young man's love is really pure, it is written all over the corners of the eyes, eyebrows, ears and body, and it is about to fall into the palm of his hand in a flash. Looking at Gu Zehuan, he almost trembles because of the ambiguous distance that is so close.

There was a figure under the street lamp in the distance, he watched all this in disbelief, his face was filled with shock and anger, and a long shadow was drawn out.

Gu Zehuan looked down at Su Zhiyun's face curled up in the shadow of the tree. There was a tiny light in his eyes, and he trembled: "Do you want candy?"

He took two candies out of his pocket.

One strawberry, one orange.

Su Zhiyun's eyes fell on the orange candy.

So Gu Zehuan unpacked the fruit candy, leaned over, and kissed him.

The cold wind made the tips of the ears ache, and Su Zhiyun's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Amidst the heat, there is only the heady aroma of mandarin oranges.

Overwhelming.

"Clap" sounded.

Those warm and fragile phantoms were suddenly shattered, and a red five-fingerprint appeared on Su Zhiyun's face in an instant. He raised his head and saw Su Tianlin, who was so angry that his forehead was bulging with veins.

And that noble and beautiful mansion withdrew, he hid in the corner, staring at him without any mercy.

"Are you crazy?" Su Tianlin's voice couldn't hide his anger: "Su Zhiyun, have you ever thought about what will happen to you if Dad finds out about this?"

"It doesn't matter." Su Zhiyun said very calmly, there was almost no sparkle in his eyes: "I don't care."

Su Tianlin was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and scolded: "I think you really have a brain problem! Now you are still with a man, you really have a bright future!"

He stared at Su Zhiyun viciously for a while, with dark eyes.

The two parted unhappily.

"You know that's my brother so you kissed me just now."

Calm statements.

Su Zhiyun turned around to look at Gu Zehuan. There was a small wound on his cheek, blood seeped out, and condensed into a bright red blood bead - Su Tianlin wore a ring on his index finger, and the sharp corners scratched the skin.

"Yes."

The other side admitted it easily—without shame, without mercy, without hesitation.

Su Zhiyun punched Gu Zehuan hard.

Obviously he didn't use all his strength, compared to a real fight, it was just another kind of helpless coquetry.

Gu Zehuan turned his head away, a little blood dripped from his beautiful, dirty lips.

The night was still cold, and the blowing made the corner of his mouth a little painful. Gu Zehuan touched his lips, walked up to Su Zhiyun, and lightly punched Su Zhiyun in the stomach.

The soft belly is the most vulnerable place, Su Zhiyun's face was so pale that he almost collapsed and fell to his knees.

Gu Zehuan grabbed his hair roughly, and forced Su Zhiyun to lift his face. The young man's frowning expression was fully revealed under the light, and he was as pale as a butterfly that would crumble when rubbed.

The other party lowered his head and sucked and sucked the little blood on his cheek, and licked and licked the scar with the tip of his tongue. It was salty, tender and sticky, so hot that he almost had a fever, and it was painful and painful.

"Why does it hurt when you hit someone like that?"

He said so.

Su Zhiyun frowned because of the pain, and his internal organs were overwhelmed with pain. He was forced to look up at Gu Zehuan's face—it was really a despicable, hypocritical, dirty, beautiful, and reckless mansion.

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