madness

The summer sun shines in through the eyelids, reflecting a soft and rich flesh red.

The cicadas were chirping loudly, and it didn't rain last night.

So hot.

Su Zhiyun pressed his entire cheek to the floor, his wet hair blocked his sight.

The boy with his back turned to him looked broad-shouldered, and the nape of his exposed neck was a steamed strawberry pink color.

Maybe it was too hot, his thoughts were also melted by the high temperature, so he stretched out his hand unknowingly.

It looked so close, so close.

Seeing that the fingertips were about to touch—the other party turned over.

Su Zhiyun met his eyes unexpectedly, and his outstretched fingers trembled.

"you do not sleep?"

the other party asked.

After a long while, Su Zhiyun slightly turned his face away, and let out a low "hmm" from his nasal cavity.

"Can't sleep."

After hearing the answer, Gu Zehuan didn't speak, and Su Zhiyun didn't dare to look at him, his eyelashes trembled slightly, appearing uneasy and hesitant.

So Gu Zehuan came closer.

Su Zhiyun blocked his eyes with his long hair, so he couldn't see clearly.

I just felt the warmth of my fingertips, as if being engulfed by something warm.

Probably the lips.

Su Zhiyun's ears trembled, and then gradually turned red. After a while, he seemed to finally muster up the courage, and leaned over to kiss Gu Zehuan's ear.

……

The chaotic darkness is torn apart by the light.

Su Zhiyun opened his eyes and waited for a long time. He didn't fall asleep, but closed his eyes. The previous events were shown in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Time flies by, colorful.

He was awakened by Wang Qin's voice, and then he woke up from the sinking, remembering that this was not the time when he was 17 or 16 years old.

There are no cicadas singing outside, and the temperature is slightly cold today.

So he laughed nonchalantly again, and then apologized softly: "I haven't been sleeping very well recently, sorry."

Wang Qin said: "You can't sleep all the time, let me ask you, what are the thirteenth acts of this script about?"

The current scene was very different from the memory. Su Zhiyun had a headache and his tinnitus intensified. He was asked by Wang Qin, and while answering, he put his hands behind his back and pinched his own palm vigorously.

Perhaps because he remembered too many things from the past, the 17-year-old Su Zhiyun began to revert to his old ways. He originally thought that he was dead and should have ceased to exist long ago, and was crushed by countless deceptions or departures.

Looking at it now, it seems that it is about to grow out of the ashes of the bones again.

thump.

thump.

Su Zhiyun could hear his own heartbeat, because the scorching heat in his memories gradually warmed up, he was pitiful, teary, begging whoever he was, to give him a little love and a little love.

It seems that if you like it to this point, you can make life meaningful.

Su Zhiyun didn't show any boredom or tiredness about it.

Others only saw him talking and laughing at Yan Yan, his eyelashes were thick and beautiful, just right, and he couldn't make mistakes in answering questions.

In fact, Su Zhiyun was looking out the window, full of thoughts on how to break and strangle the white dove beside the wishing pool that was flapping its wings and about to fly.

If everything does not exist.

Then there is no need to be judged, and no need to struggle again.

Nothing at all.

So nothing exists.

……

Gu Zehuan was surrounded by many people as usual, after Su Zhiyun rang the bell for the end of get out of class, he took the initiative to walk over: "Senior Gu."

When he smiles, his eyes will bend slightly, and the shirt he wears is of soft texture. When he gets close, he can smell a little moisture from the rain-wet cuffs. His tone is as gentle and harmless as his speech, so he is quite popular in the club.

"I still don't understand something about the way of acting, senior, can you tutor me tonight?"

Gu Zehuan's hand on the table was gently held by him, and Su Zhiyun could faintly see a few dark hickey marks on Su Zhiyun's neck.

"Just the two of us."

he spoke softly.

In the eyes of others, Su Zhiyun just picked up a scrap of paper on Gu Zehuan's collar, and then straightened up.

"See you tonight."

Su Zhiyun rented an apartment off-campus. He called his family in advance and told the nanny that the rehearsal would end later this evening, and he might not be able to go home for the time being.

It just so happened that Su Tianhe was not at home today, and the only nanny who got the news didn't ask much.

Su Zhiyun prepared red wine and steak, and rose petals were sprinkled on the long table and wooden boards. As soon as Gu Zehuan entered the door, he saw him sitting at the table, wearing a snow-white top.

"Didn't you ask me to teach you acting?"

Su Zhiyun called the candlelight to make his eyes warm and bright, and he cut the steak slowly, without directly answering the question: "You came a little later than I thought."

Gu Zehuan walked over gradually, his eyes swept over the shining tableware, fresh and fragrant flowers, and Su Zhiyun who was sitting next to him, staring at him.

Gu Zehuan picked up the cherry tomatoes that were on the side and put them in his mouth.

A little sour.

"It looks like a Hongmen banquet."

Without warning, Su Zhiyun grabbed Gu Zehuan's neckline and pulled him down.

Gu Zehuan's body was forced to press down, and someone covered him the next moment.

Gu Zehuan tasted the bitter taste of red wine.

The slightly warm liquid was swallowed down the throat.

The bright red flowers, known as the symbol of love, were scattered everywhere and hit the ground. Su Zhiyun pressed his shoulder blades, and the fingers he stretched out had a strong aroma of crushed bones.

"Even if it's a Hongmen Banquet, don't you come?"

He looked at Su Zhiyun. Under the dazzling and beautiful lights, the other person's face was almost like a phantom, grand and hazy like the tide.

Gu Zehuan was only silent for a second before saying, "You drugged the red wine."

That tone sounded really without hesitation and hesitation.

He was indeed like this all the time, and Su Zhiyun just watched Gu Zehuan condescendingly, like staring at his beloved, even the stroking movements were extremely gentle, his fingertips were very hot, very hot, with sparks.

Perhaps because he knew that there was still a lot of time left, Su Zhiyun didn't appear in a hurry or flustered, and even continued to smile interestingly, and continued to pretend to be gentle, courteous and thrifty.

Even though both of them knew that he was putting on an act.

Gu Zehuan couldn't really see Su Zhiyun's face, only heard him talking in his ear, his voice was very low, and he had to work hard to distinguish what he was talking about: "You are so hot, like you have a fever."

The other party grabbed Gu Zehuan's hand and touched it into his clothes.

"But I'm cold, aren't I?"

The slightly cool skin, compared with the excessively hot body temperature, is almost like a piece of ice cream that has been half melted by the body temperature. Gu Zehuan can smell the crushed rose fragrance on Su Zhiyun's body.

In the chaotic and weird world, it is like a good medicine that can cure the disease and sober up.

Su Zhiyun hugged him and gently kissed his ear.

The previous clumsy camouflage, which was too divided because it was too different from itself, seemed to be the mottled and rusty blue paint on the iron door, and it began to fall off piece by piece.

Exposing the gray and crazy body.

Gu Zehuan did not speak.

Su Zhiyun seemed to have expected his silence a long time ago, and just kissed his hot and soft cheek delicately. The other's skin was smooth and warm, and his heart was so soft when his lips fell on it.

Bit by bit, he grabbed the table knife by the table.

"I don't want to be the one you love."

Su Zhiyun's arm was pressed down inch by inch. The moment he stabbed down, Gu Zehuan noticed something, and clenched the point of the pressed knife tightly.

Su Zhiyun's tone of voice will still be very gentle, not extreme at all.

"You don't love anyone."

Gu Zehuan's fingertips began to drip blood, and Su Zhiyun said softly, "I want to be your only one, your eyes only look at me, and your ears only hear me."

As if those voices had finally reached Gu Zehuan's ears, he raised his head slightly and reacted, revealing his blood-stained cheeks and bright red lips.

Between the dimness and the brightness, Gu Zehuan's upturned face still had something innocent and lovely.

"Then do you still love me?"

he asks.

"Of course, of course."

"I love you."

Su Zhiyun said to himself, the blood flowing through the heart gradually became cold, freezing the internal organs, and the cold air overflowed.Those words couldn't touch his softness, his strength didn't decrease, and the sharp point of the knife gradually sank into Gu Zehuan's chest.

The tone is calm.

"But I hate you too."

It should be very painful to insert a knife into the chest, but Gu Zehuan still looks beautiful, his face is pale due to the pain and blood loss, and his lips are red and fragrant with blood.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Zhiyun's collar.

Su Zhiyun never expected that the other party had such great strength, and the moment he relaxed, Gu Zehuan was crushed to the ground.

Gu Zehuan's body covered all the light, and blood dripped on Su Zhiyun's cheek. He could smell the strong rusty smell like gangrene on the bone lingering on the tip of his nose, which made people sick to his stomach.

Gu Zehuan was very calm, he tilted his head and kissed Su Zhiyun's finger holding the knife.

"Then continue to love me and hate me as much as you can."

Su Zhiyun suddenly realized the unfinished words of Gu Zehuan before—he should not be admired and praised by the world for pure love, he wanted to tear everything apart, reorganize into stubbornness and sickness, and become the only one.

Therefore, this is the only one that is invulnerable to fire and water, and invulnerable to swords and guns.

"Clap."

"Clap."

The blood dripping from Gu Zehuan's chest filled Su Zhiyun's eyelashes, and after he blinked twice, a drop dripped down his cheek and sank into his collar.

"You're a lunatic."

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