madness

There were a few people sitting in the McDonald's. It had been almost half an hour, but no one had spoken. Cui Ming couldn't stand it any longer, and coughed lightly: "Su Zhiyun, why did you bring a girl here?"

When Su Zhiyun heard this, he was reaching out to stir the ice cubes in the paper cup, and the ice cubes collided with each other making a soft sound.

"Since both of you asked me out today, I brought her along."

Cui Ming lowered his head and took a sip of iced Coke.

The bubbles pricked him so much that he didn't know how to speak.

Part of Su Zhiyun's hair was tied up and tied behind his head today, and he slept a little messily, looking very undisciplined, with a lock of hair hanging from the side of the black earrings, dangling around, and the eyes of others couldn't help but be drawn to it.

Cui Qingqing also met Cui Ming for the first time. After a few glances, she felt familiar, but she didn't think about it. Seeing that Cui Ming had stopped talking and the atmosphere was too dull, she took the initiative to say: "I'm Su Zhiyun's friend Cui Qingqing, your name is what name?"

Cui Ming usually doesn't have much contact with girls, and he also feels that this girl looks familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.

It's just that Cui Qingqing wore a short pink skirt today, her legs looked thin, long, and snow-white.

He didn't dare to look too much, his eyes wandered, and he didn't recognize the girl who came with Su Zhiyun in the Internet cafe that day.

"Cui Ming."

"A surname, quite a coincidence."

"Yes."

Cui Ming: "..."

Cui Qingqing: "..."

No one spoke again.

Su Zhiyun didn't mean to break the stiff atmosphere, he lowered his head, a lock of black hair hanging from his ear, Cui Qingqing saw it, she reached out her hand to help him push it away, she reached out, but met another person's finger Pointed - it's Cui Ming.

Both of them saw that lock of hair, stretched out their hands, and now they touched each other, they couldn't help staring at each other for a while, then sat down in embarrassment.

Su Zhiyun kept stirring the ice, but didn't take the initiative to speak. He always held his mobile phone, appearing absent-minded.

Cui Qingqing always felt that Su Zhiyun was a little weird today, so she pursed her lips.

"Is your hair a little too long, it almost covers your face, isn't it hot?"

Su Zhiyun's hand that stirred the ice cubes paused.

"Nothing, I don't feel too hot."

He is white and wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt, making him look even thinner. Cui Qingqing seems to have seen a little mark on the other's cheek.

"Are you dirty?"

She stretched out her hand to wipe it off, but just as she stretched out her hand not far away, Su Zhiyun knocked her down.

"Don't touch."

The other party's reaction was so great that Cui Ming who was on the side was stunned.

The Coke was brought down by Su Zhiyun's actions, and flowed all over the table, dripping down, and Cui Qingqing's skirt was also stained with a large piece.

She quickly stood up and wiped it with a paper towel. Some Coke flowed down the pleated skirt to her thighs.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you."

Everyone looked at Su Zhiyun with weird eyes.

Su Zhiyun stood aside, and it took a long time before he spoke again: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Cui Ming also noticed Su Zhiyun's strangeness, and wanted to ask something, but he held back in the end.

He noticed that Cui Qingqing was also looking at Su Zhiyun with worried eyes.

Su Zhiyun walked all the way to the toilet, and didn't look back when he bumped into someone. He stood under the sink and washed his hands carefully, then put them under the dryer to blow.

His face was reflected in the mirror, his complexion was not very good, his lips looked extremely pale, the young man stretched out his hand and rubbed it repeatedly until it turned out a reddish color, swollen with blood.

He smelled like powder on his fingers, but when he sniffed carefully, it smelled like blood.

Nausea came back again, Su Zhiyun squeezed away the people washing their hands and rushed into the toilet, but didn't spit out anything.

The bathroom is small, and the boy who was squeezed aside watched the whole process with surprise eyes.

Su Zhiyun turned a blind eye, pushed open the door and walked out again, looking in the mirror as if nothing had happened, his hair was slightly disheveled in the action just now, revealing some wounds on his cheeks, which he touched to cover them up.

Arms were exposed from the long sleeves that had slid down, and there were many tooth marks and hickey marks on them.

He glanced at the time, it was three o'clock, and there was still an hour before the time agreed with Gu Zehuan.

Su Zhiyun sat down after returning.

The atmosphere here was very awkward. He left just now, and Cui Qingqing and Cui Ming were left alone, and no one spoke. They both leaned against the window and played with their mobile phones silently.

Cui Ming was originally relieved that Su Zhiyun came back, but he turned on his phone after seeing the other party sitting down.

Cui Qingqing saw that something was wrong, so she asked, "What's wrong with you? Do you have an agreement with others?"

Su Zhiyun was biting his fingers again and again, like a tooth stick, without nodding or shaking his head.

I don't know if I heard Cui Qingqing's words.

"Your hand is bleeding!"

Cui Qingqing exclaimed, immediately took out a tissue from her bag, and pulled Su Zhiyun's right hand.

The other party didn't seem to feel any pain at all. After Cui Qingqing finished bandaging, she looked down at her fingers for a while, and then asked, "What time is it?"

Cui Qingqing was stunned for a moment.

It was Cui Ming who said, "It's 10:[-], and it's [-] minutes before [-]:[-]."

Su Zhiyun said to himself: "Then I have to go."

He mentioned it so suddenly that both of them were caught off guard.

"But we didn't meet until 02:30."

Cui Qingqing said.

"I'm leaving."

Su Zhiyun repeated stubbornly.

He is not in good condition, and the other two are not easy to force.

Cui Qingqing went home first, leaving Cui Ming and Su Zhiyun walking together, and still had something to say.

"I may have to listen to my dad this time and transfer to another school."

The sun was very strong outside, making the phone hot, but Su Zhiyun was still rubbing it, staring at the phone screen, staring at the position of the time.

No matter how hard you stare at it, the passage of time will still not be accelerated.

He unconsciously gnawed on his finger again, and the blood-scabby finger was bitten by his teeth again, and a little bright red blood spilled out.

"Can you wait for me for a year? After one year, I have something to tell you."

"Su Zhiyun? Su Zhiyun?"

Cui Ming yelled several times, and when he saw the other party's bloody fingers, his expression changed.

"Your hand is bleeding again, don't you feel it?"

Su Zhiyun gradually had a reaction, but his eyes were still very loose, and it took a while to focus: "What did you just say?"

The weather was hot, and Su Zhiyun was sweating after walking for a while. The sun was so bright that he couldn't keep his eyes open. His skin was very white, showing a feeling of coldness.

Cui Ming looked at his bleeding fingers, and frowned: "What are you thinking, you've been so absent-minded since the beginning."

Su Zhiyun didn't speak, just looked at his fingers quietly for a while, and then suddenly went to the store. Cui Ming thought he was going to buy water, but found that the other party bought a bottle of wine, bought a Band-Aid along the way, and stuck it on his injured finger.

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

He said so suddenly.

"What? Did you not sleep last night?"

But Su Zhiyun didn't answer again, he threw the unfinished beer into the trash can, put on his earphones, and looked unwilling to say more.

Cui Ming wanted to ask something else, but Su Zhiyun didn't ask.

The two of them walked back all the way, and when they reached the intersection, there was a boy in white standing in the corner shop, buying fruit.

It's Gu Zehuan.

Then Su Zhiyun took off the earphones and left with Gu Zehuan.

……

The room is dark, with a faint smell of powder, very, very subtle, with a unique delicate fragrance that is melted by body temperature.

Su Zhiyun has already washed his face, and half of the makeup has been removed from his face. His hair is wet and turned into locks, and the wounds covered by his hair are exposed. His dark circles are also exposed, and his whole person looks better than before putting on makeup. A lot gloomy.

"How did you do this?"

Gu Zehuan's technique of concealing blemishes and applying makeup is very good. He lowered his head and said lightly: "The teacher taught me before."

After a while, Su Zhiyun gradually felt sleepy, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed after returning to a familiar place. Leaving Gu Zehuan made him very anxious.

Su Zhiyun's eyelashes slowly drooped, he fluttered twice, and then his voice became smaller and smaller.

"I'm sleepy."

The puppy has opened its eyes in the past few days, struggled to crawl out of the cardboard box, ran crookedly towards Su Zhiyun, and eagerly rubbed his wet nose against his calf.

Gu Zehuan read in the room, reviewed the formulas and texts, and brushed up a few papers by the way.

He was sitting at the coffee table doing his homework, and Su Zhiyun also curled up on the blanket at his feet to sleep, like raising a large cuddly dog.

Because he couldn't sleep well these days, Su Zhiyun was in a bad mood, and after Su Tianlin called that day, there was no news. Su Zhiyun presumably got mad at him.

Su Zhiyun has dreams and nightmares day and night, messy and illogical dreams, always running away, being chased, and being chased by all kinds of things.

When he was forced to retreat, he jumped off the stairs, and the fragments of corpses downstairs were Tang Hong's face for a while, and his own for a while.

Oddly enough this doesn't stem from guilt.

Tang Hong's death did not bring guilt, but fear.

The fear itself does not come from killing Tang Hong, or the fear of the consequences, but from being forced to confess, but it seems that it is not purely because of being forced to confess, and there are other things.

Sometimes Su Zhiyun would lie next to Gu Zehuan, with the puppy crawling on his belly, like a hyena sniffing the rotten smell and corpses, wanting to feast on it.

Su Zhiyun would be calmer when he had a little rest, or when he was relying on Gu Zehuan.

He said: "I didn't feel scared when I killed Tang Hong. When I saw the blood on my hands, I suddenly remembered myself when I was a child. I found that the cat and the bird that were killed were In essence, they are no different from Tang Hong, for me, they are not completely different creatures."

"When I was born with this idea, I couldn't help wondering whether Tang Hong thought the same way at that time."

"Killing me, or killing his parents, is essentially no different from killing a cat or bird that one loves."

"I'm afraid of Tang Hong, but I don't know what I'm actually afraid of. What I'm afraid of may not be Tang Hong himself, but other things. He is my shadow and a part of my nightmare. Sometimes he is even a nightmare. In itself, the fear is indelible and unkillable, like my nightmare, so I can never get rid of him."

"The vomiting and nightmares are physiological reactions. I don't know the real reason. Maybe I'm sick, but I'm not fit to see a doctor."

"What do you think? Gu Zehuan."

Gu Zehuan was reciting the formula, turning a page, speaking indifferently.

"You're crazy."

With half a ray of sunlight coming in from outside, Su Zhiyun gradually narrowed his eyes and fell asleep again.

The sound became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

"I think so."

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