madness

Everything in Su Zhiyun’s dream is inseparable from the shadow of summer, the sound of cicadas, the noise of frogs, drums and toads, the endless white clouds, the clear stream flowing between the toes, and two groups of snow-white hazy shadows in the shade of trees.

Tang Hong always likes to wear white shirts, which are light and clean, with a faint flesh color visible, and rarely choose other colors and styles throughout the year.He has a delicate and gentle bookish air, wears glasses with silver wire frames, and when he smiles, his eyelashes are thin and dense, like two crescent moons.

In fact, he is a strange and somewhat deviant young man. After all, how can a normal, sound-minded adult seriously befriend a schoolboy?

Su Zhiyun discovered it belatedly in his dream.

In the dream, the self and the self were divided into two parts by the scorching sun in midsummer, one part was dripping with salty fluid, and the taste of cream melted on the tip of the tongue, and the other part was like a carbonated drink rising up and bubbling in a glass ,Sit on the sidelines.

He clearly knew that this was his long and chaotic dream, but his perception and nerves were like small and long roots of plants, which grew wantonly by instinct, took root here, and were not controlled by his brain.

Su Zhiyun has been repeating this dream in such a weird state of being like me but not me for years and months.

He can even clearly remember every detail of what happened next - Tang Hong would take out a piece of chocolate mousse that had been refrigerated in the refrigerator from his bag and hand it to himself, and he would open the plastic box and eat the little chocolate mousse decorated with beautiful gold leaf bite by bite. cake.

As usual, Tang Hong invited Su Zhiyun to his house in a polite and humble tone that would not make people want to refuse.

The chocolate mousse tasted on the tip of the tongue is slightly bitter, which just neutralizes the overly greasy cream.

The temperature in midsummer is very high, and the mousse that has just been taken out of the refrigerator will quickly melt into a mess. Su Zhiyun scrambled to finish it, and sweat was already profuse on his forehead in a short while.

I took my feet back from the stream and stuffed them into the sandals on the side, and then the plastic packaging box was thrown into the trash can at the door of the neighbor's house not far away.

The sunlight fell on Su Zhiyun's wet calf, reflecting a transparent film that shone like a diamond.

The 11-year-old Su Zhiyun stretched his arms to reach the schoolbag on the ground. He walked a few steps with his sandals, but his toes always squeezed out of the shoes in disobedience, so he flicked his shoes awkwardly, pattering from the gap A string of drops of water dripped down.

Wearing a thin white vest, loose black shorts, and squeaky flip flops, and a golden straw hat on his head, Su Zhiyun at this age has a subtle youthful and youthful aura between a child and a teenager. Vulnerability.

Even the sweat between the necks is shiny, changing different colors as if alive with the arc of breathing.

Su Zhiyun raised his head and looked up at the rapeseed field in the distance. The excessively dazzling sunlight made him slightly unable to open his eyes.

He held down his straw hat to keep it from being thrown back by the wind blowing in the field.

The clouds and the sky were covered up, a snow-white handkerchief floated over and landed on his face, and he could still smell a little acacia fragrance.

Through the handkerchief, Su Zhiyun saw the blurred and confused landscape, like a mass of flowing emerald green.

"If you stare at the sun, you will go blind."

Tang Hong covered the wet sweat on Su Zhiyun's cheek with a handkerchief.

Su Zhiyun didn't move, his hair was slightly wet and shiny, but obediently let the handkerchief gently wipe his forehead, nose bridge, and chin to wipe off the sticky sweat stains.

After a while, Tang Hong's fingertips touched Su Zhiyun's eyelids, and he suddenly laughed as if he had discovered a new world.

"You have beautiful eyes, like glass beads when looking at people."

The sound of cicadas gradually became louder in the silence, and the stream flowed by.

A drop of water fell from Su Zhiyun's calf and wet the ground. He didn't seem to understand the sudden compliment. He blinked and saw a pink and white butterfly flying over the rapeseed flowers behind Tang Hong.

Summer is long.

He suddenly woke up from the dream, sweating profusely in the warm and cold season of March, recalling the dream just now, he lost his appetite, as if he could still taste the lingering chocolate mousse.

A sour feeling surged in his stomach, Su Zhiyun staggered up, opened the toilet door and threw up on the toilet.

His whole body was drenched in cold sweat, sticking sticky to his body, only then realized belatedly that he should feel cold, and his fingers were trembling.

It wasn't until there was nothing to vomit that Su Zhiyun stood up, turned on the faucet and washed his face, the cold water made his fingers ache, his face was reflected in the mirror, his hair was a little too long for a boy , covering the eyes and even most of the face.

He smoothed out his hair, which was a little messy from the action just now, making sure it covered his eyes completely and without accident.

City A in March was still very cold, the low temperature pervaded, almost to the bone, it was hard to imagine that it would become one of the hottest cities in the country in just three months.

Su Zhiyun returned to the bed and did not fall asleep.

Dreams are an endless loop that overlaps and cannot be broken away. For a long time, a blunt knife grinds the flesh, causing people to lose their souls and separate their flesh and bones.

In the dream, Tang Hong's power was infinitely magnified by Su Zhiyun himself to the point of being close to God and invincible, becoming a huge shadow covering him and blocking the sky and the sun.

As long as I think of his face, every nerve in the back of my mind will be entangled and ache.

His words would always ring loudly in his head unexpectedly and inappropriately.

"This is love, you can dislike it, you can feel disgusted, you can deny it, but you can't say that I don't love them, and you can't say that I don't love you."

A firm, unquestionable tone.

Even Su Zhiyun, who was ignorant and ignorant at that time, could detect the strange turmoil underneath the seemingly calm and gentle.

"this is Love."

Tang Hong always said this repeatedly.

The voice reverberated in his mind again, and Su Zhiyun couldn't even tell whether it came from his own imagination or the auditory hallucinations and illusions produced under the oppression of the huge shadow.

He blocked his ears and buried his head in the blanket.

The clock was still ticking.

……

The next morning, Su Zhiyun had to go to class early in the morning. Su Zhiyun didn't sleep well all night. He washed his face and brushed his teeth before going downstairs.

Aunt Wang saw that Su Zhiyun was walking a little top-heavy, and guessed that he couldn't sleep well last night, she opened her mouth to say something, glanced at Su Tianlin at the side, and then closed her mouth silently.

Su Tianlin quickly finished his breakfast, completely ignored Su Zhiyun who was on the side as usual, and called the driver to go to class by himself.

Su Zhiyun was eating breakfast, but he couldn't taste the taste, the white porridge was bitter when he swallowed it, and the taste seemed strange.

Guess Aunt Wang must have put a lot of sugar.

Su Zhiyun hates sweet things.

It may be that I dislike it too much, which caused some unfriendly memories to be brought back, and the nerves deep in the brain began to ache.

Someone pried open his head at night and dropped a seed. Now this seed has absorbed the brain, blood and flesh. It must work hard to germinate, spread the rhizome, break through the skull, and bloom beautiful flowers.

He barely drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, and picked up the schoolbag beside him.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a hazy sky like fog, and the air was damp and cool.

After arriving at school, Su Zhiyun was the last one to come as usual, and he didn't intend to take the class seriously. He was so sleepy that he couldn't lift his head, so he could only bury his head in his arms and fell asleep.

There is no shadow of the old man in the dream in the blue sky and day, and I can barely sleep peacefully.

This sleep lasted until noon, and when Su Zhiyun raised his head again, the classroom was empty, and "Drowning" was still playing on the radio, and the song hadn't been changed for a month, which showed the host's preference for this song.

After waking up, the brain was still chaotic, and Su Zhiyun's sensory nerves gradually woke up at a slow speed from the long sleep.

He tidied up and went downstairs to order a few dishes at the cafeteria window.

The few dishes that can be eaten in the cafeteria have already been eaten up early. Su Zhiyun drank a bowl of seaweed egg flower soup and ordered a few vegetarian dishes. Even in the midst of spring in March, he still couldn't produce a strong appetite.

The lunch break bell came unknowingly, and the rest of the students rushed to the classroom in a hurry, only Su Zhiyun bought a bottle of peach juice at the canteen after sending the rice bowl back, taking his time.

He never took part in the lunch break. Most of the students in the class knew that he was not in the class during his duty life.

The slanted cherry branches divided the sky into fragments, and the voice of talking came from a distance, gradually getting closer.

Like the water stains that spread unknowingly from a leaked goblet, they gradually approached and reached the feet.

Su Zhiyun lay on his back on the stands next to the playground.

A bird jumping and jumping on the branch, it has the green feathers stretching and spreading, and it is radiant.

Su Zhiyun's eyes chased after it, and saw the incredible boy.

Begonia is red, ebony is black.

He is like another beautiful and weird dream, making people confused about the direction of time.

Only the heart beat in my chest, separating the chaotic illusion from reality, with a bang bang.

Gu Zehuan pushed away the girl who stood on tiptoe and kissed her.

Su Zhiyun was certain that he had seen him, and he fled amidst the sun's rays, not understanding why his heart was beating like a drum and deafening.

Su Zhiyun staggered back to the classroom, and remained in a daze for the rest of the day, not knowing what to eat.

When the night was dark, what appeared in Su Zhiyun's dream was no longer a summer with the sound of cicadas, but a huge cherry tree that covered the sky and the sun, tearing apart the gurgling stream, and the chocolates that young people held in their hands. The faces of Mu Si and Su Zhiyun when they were 11 years old cast a shadow for the two under the tree.

The palm stretched out by the boy felt as soft as cotton candy, and his kiss had a sweet and fresh cherry aroma, which soothed the chronic illness in his heart.

He is not only the enlightener of vague love and desire, but also the only savior who pulled Su Zhiyun from the rotten swamp to the present world.

Su Zhiyun feels at ease when he is close to him and relies on him, and he finds respite when he longs for him and loves him deeply.

He was deeply trapped in a beautiful and deep dream, unable to extricate himself from the long time of the new summer.

Gu Zehuan became the only good medicine that could relieve terminal illness blindly, cured his illness and saved his life.