madness

In the vast darkness, everything is silent, sometimes there are some soft words, implying crazy love, he heard the mermaid's graceful singing from the ceiling, and his consciousness was hazy.

The hot and flowing liquid was bright red like erupting magma, flowing over his bony and naked spine, licking his pale and lonely calves, and burning all the way, leaving gray-black traces.

Why me.

There was an orange candy hidden in Gu Zehuan's mouth. While thinking, he licked it lightly, but he was reluctant to chew it up. This is the first candy this week, and it will be gone after eating, so slowly contain.

The sweet taste flows through the limbs along with the heartbeat, and then flows back to the ventricle and melts into the blood.

In the eyes of others, the boy is just bowing his head and reflecting.

There was the sound of pattering footsteps, so he raised his head, the glass of the child's eyeballs was clean and clear.The smiling face of the woman was reflected like a mirror. He only looked at it for a while, and then called out obediently: "Mother."

The woman was very happy, but she was only happy for a while, then changed her complexion in vain, and said bitterly like a jealous woman: "I'm not your mother, your real mother is outside, but unfortunately she doesn't want you anymore, only Treat you like trash, a little bastard."

Gu Zehuan didn't speak, and didn't show the sad and angry expression that the woman thought in her heart.

He was just distracted, with the candy in his mouth.

The woman who didn't get the answer she wanted threw whips, sticks, vases, and buckets on him, knocking him to his knees.

And Gu Zehuan, who came back to his senses, knelt lightly and familiarly, as if he had done that posture countless times, without showing any humiliation on his face.

The woman was still not satisfied, and still wanted to lose her temper. She stared at Gu Zehuan resentfully, and stomped her feet, as if she was waiting for Gu Zehuan to coax her.

The boy was very good at observing words and expressions, so he knelt and crawled to the woman's feet obediently, rubbing his head against her trousers, like a kitten, his voice was soft and sandy, making his ears itch: "Mom, I Wrong, don't be angry."

When the woman looked better, he took off his clothes again, lay on her body, took her hand, and pressed it against his chest.

Gu Zehuan blinked, and her eyelashes fluttered twice like a small fan.

"You can draw me now."

He chewed up the candy and swallowed it.

He showed a smile, which was also sweet.

Gu Zehuan opened his eyes again, woke up from the scent of roses that almost strangled him, and saw Su Zhiyun fell asleep, curled up on the sofa, hugging the shirt he took off, trying to shrink his figure to nothing .

His forehead was swollen and painful. He walked to the sink and washed his face twice with cold water.

It's been a long time since I dreamed about the past.

The mirror felt cold to the touch, and the people inside seemed strange, with all the facial features deviated from the front, not very popular, it was a heretical face, and it was also a face that made people want to be heretic.

Gu Zehuan couldn't appreciate it very much, he only looked at it for a while, and then looked away indifferently.

Probably because he has been well-nourished and well-developed in recent years. He is tall and has broad shoulders. He is no longer like the bloody and bruised boy in his dream.

He heard the rustling on the sofa for a while, and saw Su Zhiyun woke up, blinking slowly when he opened his eyes, he got up, exposing a section of arm from the loose clothes, winding with scars , like a centipede.

It was evening when Su Zhiyun woke up, and the clouds outside were thick, as if it was going to rain heavily.

He got up from the sofa, wearing a printed T-shirt he bought casually from a corner store, sat down slowly, and looked at Gu Zehuan obediently.

Gu Zehuan took out a lollipop, put it in his mouth and bit it. It tasted like orange. It was as bright as his shirt. It was yellow and orange. Seeing that Su Zhiyun had finally woken up, he glanced at Su Zhiyun's face, from hair to ears , and finally falls to the lips.

Su Zhiyun lost a lot of weight again, his hair was cut short, his ear studs and lip studs were all removed, and those factors that looked rebellious have disappeared from his body, leaving only the black tattoo on his chest.

Although he has always been very obedient in front of Gu Zehuan, his obedience now is as if his teeth and nails have been pulled out abruptly, removing all the factors that could make him violently hurt others.

"How did you come back?"

Gu Zehuan asked.

And for the first time, Su Zhiyun didn't answer him, but shook his head slightly.

"Prefer not to say?"

Su Zhiyun nodded slightly again.

So Gu Zehuan stopped asking, he threw away the lollipop he had finished eating, and picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table.

A pale, boneless hand stretched out from the side, extremely slender, bluish white in the dark night, and many dark brown cracks could be seen growing on it.

Su Zhiyun picked up the lighter, lowered his head and leaned over to light it with him.

After wiping the ground, a little scarlet lighted up in the air.

Su Zhiyun guarded the swaying flame, and seriously handed it to Gu Zehuan's mouth.

The appearance of lighting a cigarette is obviously very familiar, as if it has been done thousands of times.

Gu Zehuan didn't speak, just took a light puff, the taste of orange candy still remained between his lips and teeth, sweeter than sour, pervading the astringent and wet cigarette butt.

He noticed that Su Zhiyun was looking at the cigarette in his hand. It was actually a very cheap brand, choking and astringent. Generally, only migrant workers who went out to work would buy a pack when they wanted to get addicted.

Gu Zehuan also bought it casually.

"You want to smoke too?"

Su Zhiyun nodded again, Gu Zehuan threw the cigarette in his hand to him, watched him light it up with ease, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath, and then spit it out, his expression gradually became relaxed.

He is addicted to cigarettes.

Gu Ze thought happily.

From the time they met to when he woke up, Su Zhiyun didn't say a word. There was no scar on his neck, and it wasn't a physical problem.

That is the psychological problem.

Don't want to talk, don't want to communicate.

Gu Zehuan guessed it, and he didn't find it strange, but leaned back slightly, raised his legs slightly, and stepped on Su Zhiyun's legs.

On his bare knees was a hideous scar, entrenched like a beast devouring flesh and blood.

Su Zhiyun didn't resist either, his addiction to cigarettes was heavier than Gu Zehuan thought, and he didn't want to stop after smoking six cigarettes in a row.

The pungent smell of smoke permeated the small and cramped hotel, and Su Zhiyun's dark eyebrows and eyes were lowered amidst the white mist, looking very docile.

Gu Zehuan didn't bother to disturb him.

Probably seeing that the other party did not intend to resist, Su Zhiyun's eyes gradually moved to the scar on Gu Zehuan's knee, staring closely at it, as if he was eating at the scar, the more he stared at it, the more violently he smoked.

He actually told him to finish the remaining pack of cigarettes. Su Zhiyun flattened the pack and threw it aside. A layer of black ash had already accumulated in the coke can, burning hot.

His lips were also dry, chapped, and there was a drop of blood, Su Zhiyun licked it, then raised his head to look at Gu Zehuan, waiting for him to speak.

This is what it means to communicate.

The first sentence Gu Zehuan uttered was: "Why did you come to me?"

Su Zhiyun opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, but closed his mouth tightly.

I don't want to tell myself anymore.

Gu Zehuan suddenly moved closer to him, so close that his eyelashes almost touched Su Zhiyun's cheek.

Su Zhiyun didn't back up, even his expression didn't change.

But the roots of the ears, which were not covered by hair, turned red.

"You still like me."

A firm, clear, and compassionate tone.

If Gu Zehuan is a virus, then Su Zhiyun is the most hopeless patient, unable to develop antibodies to anything and at any time.

"Dong dong dong, can you open the door, sir?"

There were two knocks on the door.

That voice is very familiar.

Gu Zehuan stretched out his fingers to caress the other's pale cheeks, Su Zhiyun broke out in a cold sweat, but he still stared at Gu Zehuan, his eyes were red.

The people outside had gradually lost their patience, revealing a fierce and anxious side, and the door was kicked loudly.

"Su Zhiyun! Open the door, open the door quickly!"

"Why do you think your father suddenly proposed to send you to a nursing home?"

Gu Zehuan asked unhurriedly.

In this situation, he actually smiled, his eyelashes were thin and dense, as sweet as a bowl of sugar water.

The boy in the ward was peeling an apple, and the red skin was curled up in circles.

"Uncle Su, Su Zhiyun is a pervert, he likes me."

Facing the astonished and disgusted eyes of the other party, Gu Zehuan cut a piece of apple and put it in his mouth.

"I know there is a place where he can be cured."

"As long as you send him there, I won't call the police. That should be fine. After a few years, you'll have a brand new, normal son."

"you hate me?"

The words squeezed out of Su Zhiyun's throat were rough and hoarse, almost as if they had been honed from sandpaper.

Gu Zehuan shook his head: "I don't hate you."

"I just don't want to save you."

The precarious door was kicked open, and several people rushed over and grabbed Su Zhiyun together, twisting his hands roughly behind his back.

While wiping his cold sweat, the bald man wanted to shake hands with Gu Zehuan: "This classmate... Thanks to you for calling us, otherwise something serious would happen."

Gu Zehuan took a few steps back, avoiding the opponent's hand.

The man's smile froze, and when he saw the young man covering his bleeding ear expressionlessly, he became a little frightened.

It was obvious that Gu Zehuan was the first person Su Zhiyun chose to join when he ran out of the nursing home, and this young man who was trusted with all his heart unexpectedly called the nursing home immediately after meeting Su Zhiyun for the first time without any psychological burden.

The fastest journey from the nursing home to here would take three hours. In order to make it easier for them to arrest Gu Zehuan, he also kept Su Zhiyun who knew nothing about it in the hotel.

He pouted.

Thinking in another way, if you were yourself, at the moment the door was kicked open, it would definitely not be as simple as just biting the boy's ear.

Gu Zehuan stretched out his hand and showed Su Zhiyun the rose earrings that fell off from his ears in his palm.

Su Zhiyun just saw this and suddenly became violent.

But now Su Zhiyun has become very docile, he is very quiet, as if all his strength was exhausted at that moment.

There was not even a trace of reconciliation in those eyes, as if they were completely silent.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

The middle-aged man who had cleaned up all the mess still hesitated for a moment before leaving, looking at Gu Zehuan's face with regret.

The ears were split open, and bright red blood gushed out.

This injury is not light.

The other party did not answer him.

From the beginning, those eyes were only on Su Zhiyun, carefully observing all of Su Zhiyun's expressions and reactions to all this.

Everyone left, the room became quiet, and the building was empty, except for the messy furnishings and dirty footprints.

It's hard to believe that a teenager just slept on the sofa.

Gu Zehuan's ears were no longer bleeding, so he calmly put down his hands.

The palms were still moist and sticky.

He knew what he had lost, but he seemed nonchalant and just licked his fingers.

He believed that Su Zhiyun would come to him again.

But it won't be Su Zhiyun who is still innocent and soft, adoring and docile like a poor puppy, only begging for a little love from him.

Instead, it will be a mad dog who has nothing, is completely crazy, and leaves no hope.

As it should be.

He doesn't need things that are docile, sweet, innocent and soft.

So Su Zhiyun shouldn't have either.

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