madness

Fantasy makes people collapse in reality and die in dreams.

Love is the most senseless luxury.

……

No one spoke, and the house was very quiet.

Su Zhiyun curled up in the corner, with his palms and arms pressed against the wall, and the cold seeped in little by little.

There was sweat on the back.

It was as if the spirit and the body had become two halves, one half submerged in the cold glacier, and the other half immersed in the scorching hell.

His forehead was also pressed a little closer, and he looked out of the window through the gap, and could hear the roar of a train passing by from far, far away.

Bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang.

There is only one bed in Gu Zehuan's house.

"The quilt was pulled by you, it's so cold."

He said.

Su Zhiyun gradually loosened some of his grip on the quilt, and buried his head in the pillow, exposing a little hot ear tip.

If it weren't for the slight undulation of the bedding, it would have looked like a self-directed and self-acted murder scene.

There were some rustling sounds of getting dressed in his ears, and the bed board creaked, and Su Zhiyun could feel a sudden light beside him.

pat pat pat.

It's like walking away with a slipper.

He couldn't help turning his head away, and as expected, there was no one beside him.

The bedroom with only one person suddenly became extremely quiet, and the silence was like worms growing from the limbs, crawling densely across the internal organs.

It was unbearable.

Su Zhiyun got up.

Not in the living room.

Not in the toilet either.

The door was half-open, and some cold wind came in. Su Zhiyun pushed the rusty door open, and the falling paint flakes looked like patches of blood.

The winter night is dark, cold, and silent, and the moonlight is sharp, as sharp as a knife's light, and it hurts people's cheeks.

From his drooping eyelashes drifted up pale white smoke.

Su Zhiyun tightened some of his collar, the wind blowing outside made his hair fly wildly, covering his eyes.

"You haven't slept yet?"

Gu Zehuan turned around, and Su Zhiyun saw that he was holding an empty pack of cigarettes in his hand, and the other party clenched the pack tightly into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"Smoking is bad for your health."

For a long time, after Su Zhiyun said this, he felt that his fingers were aching from the cold from the wind.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows, rustling the leaves. The winter chill is always fierce, and it will lick all the heat from your skin in a short while, leaving a piercing and tingling pain. Cold saliva.

"Let's go."

Gu Zehuan extinguished the unfinished cigarette, grabbed Su Zhiyun's wrist and walked into the room.

His skin is very cold, even if he rubs against each other, it won't generate much heat. People can't help but think of the beautiful corpse sealed in the ancient glacier.

The door slammed shut, cutting off the cold.

Gu Zehuan's action made some red paint flakes fall from the iron door, and fell to the ground like a sudden splash of blood. He put away the lighter, took out a bag of sugar from his pocket, and threw it at Su Zhiyun.

Su Zhiyun caught it subconsciously, and opened his palm to see that it was filled with fruit jelly from Alps.

Gu Zehuan turned on the light in the living room. It was dark and shadowy. He leaned over and rummaged through the wooden cabinet for a long time, and found a stack of thick discs.

"What do you like to watch? Do you like comedies?"

As Gu Zehuan said this, he was holding a whole disc in his hand, and he could still smell a little dust.

Most of the discs are old films with a wide variety of genres.

Su Zhiyun seldom watches movies.

Gu Zehuan saw that the other party didn't answer, so he chose a Stephen Chow movie himself. The old-fashioned TV set didn't respond after putting the disc in. He lowered his head and fiddled with the disc player for a while, and took two hard shots.

The TV sizzled for a while, and the snowflake pattern gradually distorted into the screen, showing three large characters—"Returning Soul Night".

A nonsensical comedy movie, to be precise, should be a comedy-oriented horror movie.

Gu Zehuan would occasionally pour a candied plum to eat, and the wound on his lip that Su Zhiyun had bitten had scabbed over, turning a deep red color like a line of bruises, and he looked a little careless while watching TV.

Su Zhiyun also ate one.

Very strange.

The candied plums were so sour that people frowned, but Gu Zehuan still acted nonchalantly.

He seems to be like that forever.

In any case, it cannot be shaken a bit.

It was crushed and couldn't be held in the hand.

No response at all.

"You always act like this."

Su Zhiyun spoke suddenly.

The shadows of the trees outside the window are whirling and swaying.

He was sitting on the sofa, and the sound of fighting was heard on the TV. The protagonist's nose was bruised and his face was bruised, and blood was flowing.

Gu Zehuan leaned back a little, without turning his head.

"You know who I am, you shouldn't have illusions about me."

Fantasy makes people collapse in reality and die in dreams.

Love is the most senseless luxury.

Su Zhiyun ate a candied plum, which made the tip of his tongue astringent.

Gu Zehuan also ate one, his lips were as red as if he had been sucked hard by someone.

"I hate comforting others." His eyes were empty and there was nothing else, drooping down, and his tone was taken for granted: "Tears only make me feel sick."

Two thumps.

The heart seemed to be squeezed suddenly.

Surging and majestic emotions arose in Su Zhiyun's chest, almost making his heart tremble.

It was only when I touched my eyelashes that I realized that my face was wet.

He suddenly grabbed Gu Zehuan by the collar, pulled the person in front of him, his eyes were calm: "Tears make you feel sick?"

"Bang".

The figures of the two teenagers overlapped and rolled from the sofa to the floor.

The back of Gu Zehuan's head suddenly caused Su Zhiyun to hit the floor, probably because of some blood, which diffused a little cold pain.

Su Zhiyun's hair hung down beside his cheeks, swaying like a willow, reminiscent of spider silk covering the sky and the sun.

"Gu Zehuan, you are such a bitch."

When Su Zhiyun said so, a lot of moist water dripped silently from his cheeks.

pat pat pat.

It landed on Gu Zehuan's lapel.

The candied plum fell from the opponent's hand, and Gu Lulu rolled aside, covered in ashes.

"You clearly know that I like you, but you still say that on purpose." Su Zhiyun muttered to himself, "I'm really crazy to like you."

He looked down at Gu Zehuan's face, and bit his rosy lips hard.

Cruel, ferocious, brutal.

Taste the tears are hot, salty, and moist.

He gnawed carelessly on Gu Zehuan's cheeks, neck, lips and all other exposed skin, biting like a mad dog that lost its target, so that there was blood everywhere.

But his eyes were still wet and pitiful.

Gu Zehuan didn't respond to the fishy sweetness that pervaded.

Su Zhiyun gradually subsided from the madness in the silence, he stopped everything, motionless, like a marble sculpture with the pause button pressed.

Gu Zehuan's beautiful lips were stained red with blood again, like a fishy-sweet cherry.

He looked at Su Zhiyun.

Su Zhiyun looked down at him.

It was an almost unscrupulous, beautiful, dirty face.

Gu Zehuan said: "I am so bad, so hopeless, what are you going to do?"

Very arrogant, reckless tone.

Su Zhiyun didn't speak.

After a long time, he lowered his body and gradually fell on Gu Zehuan's chest. The sound of the beating heart of the other party forcefully beat against the eardrum through a layer of soft flesh.

It sounds very lively and ready to move.

Su Zhiyun gripped his sleeves tightly, his fingers almost turning white.

Gu Zehuan's temperature seeped over.

He said to himself: "I hate you."

"I hate your indifferent look the most."

"I want to stay away from you."

"As it should be."

Gu Zehuan said so lightly.

"You won't like me."

Su Zhiyun said.

Gu Zehuan licked off a drop of blood from his lips and looked at the ceiling.

"I don't like anyone."

No one spoke.

Gu Zehuan's neck was silently bitten.

It hurts.

I can imagine the blood spilling out.

Gu Zehuan just let Su Zhiyun bite him.

He stroked the boy's trembling nape, kissed the trembling earlobe with his head sideways, and then slowly bit it, sucking a bit of fishy-sweet taste.

Like two lingering wild beasts, biting each other until blood dripping.

"Tit for tat."

Gu Zehuan said.

…………

The next day was New Year's Eve, and Su Zhiyun went back to his home. Unfortunately, when he came back, he happened to meet Su Tianhe and Li Yanjiao dressed in costumes and about to go out. When they saw Su Zhiyun, they frowned in unison: "You just came back?"

"Where did you go last night?"

Su Zhiyun didn't speak, just bowed his head and walked towards the door without saying a word.

Su Tianlin, who was just about to go out, also saw Su Zhiyun, and his movements suddenly stopped.

He looked even more handsome in a well-tailored suit.

All are well groomed.

The villa was empty, and there was no sign of Aunt Wang. Standing behind Su Zhiyun, Su Tianlin explained for the first time: "Aunt Wang will go back first for the Chinese New Year these few days."

The windows are bright and clean, and even the wooden floor is spotless. This place is no different from when Su Zhiyun left before. He ignored Su Tianlin's words and went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of Coke.

Su Tianlin spoke again: "We are going to Grandpa's house today."

Su Zhiyun said, "I won't go."

"Tianlin, what are you dawdling about, you'll be late later."

Accompanied by the sound of the car engine and Li Yanjiao's urging voice, Su Tianlin hesitated for a moment, glanced at Su Zhiyun, and walked out the door.

Sitting on the sofa, Su Zhiyun saw Li Yanjiao bent down to straighten Su Tianlin's crooked tie through the window. Su Tianlin muttered something in a low voice, maybe it was childish, which made Li Yanjiao laugh.

Su Zhiyun looked at the shape of her mouth, and read the words word by word: "In my mother's heart, you will always be a child."

"Crash" sounded.

The cold Coke gushed out without warning, wetting the sleeves.

Su Zhiyun licked the sticky water stains on his fingers, and threw the coke can aside.

Gollum.

The fizzy water gushed out and soaked the floor.

Seeped in bit by bit.

If Aunt Wang saw it, she would definitely be nagged again.

Su Zhiyun looked down at the coke can, but didn't pick it up.

He went upstairs.

The red goldfish in the room shook its meandering tail fin, but the other one was missing. Su Zhiyun reached out and fished out the conch from the bottom of the fish tank, and poured out a snow-white goldfish.

The goldfish fell into the water tank with a plop, and quickly hid behind the aquatic plants.

The room was quiet.

Or rather the entire villa.

empty.

A silence.

There is no one.

Su Zhiyun realized this, he flipped through the unfinished coloring book with his wet fingers, and stared at it for a while.

On that page there was a picture of a gigantic cherry tree that blotted out the sky.

Su Zhiyun wiped his fingers with a tissue and called Gu Zehuan.

"I want to see you."

The author says:

The relationship between Gu Zehuan and Su Zhiyun will be very complicated, and it is unlikely to be the sweet love you imagined, and of course it will not keep sending razor blades, there must be sugar.Because what I want to write is a more obscure emotion, the fourth emotion between love, friendship, and family affection.So it will definitely disappoint the expectations of some readers who want to see campus cookies. This is something that cannot be helped, and it is impossible to satisfy everyone's wishes.Therefore, readers who feel that it is not to their taste can choose to stop losses in time, don't force it.Because the author is very fragile, if you say a word, I may have a sad day.