summer drowning

Nodding, eyes calm, "I'll cook."

"No, no, no, I'll go back right away." Madoka went to pack her scarf, not wanting to be the light bulb for the two of them.

"It's okay, stay and eat." Li Qian said without turning his head.

On the contrary, Xiaoyuan, the guest, didn't know what to do. She looked at Zhou Ziming and asked him for advice.

Zhou Ziming smiled and said, "It's okay, let's go after dinner."

Unable to refuse, Madoka had no choice but to agree.

The result is of course regrettable, the dinner table for three people, no one spoke, it was so quiet that a needle dropped on the ground could be clearly heard, and there was not even any eye contact.

Xiaoyuan was eating the meal, thinking wildly in her mind, all she knew was just rumors and Zhou Ziming's one-sided remarks, and she couldn't know what was hidden, because she really doubted whether there was love between Li Qian and Zhou Ziming.

Maybe everything is fake, but a dream imagined by Zhou Ziming.

But the aspect of the dream—the reality is telling the fact that Li Qian never loved Zhou Ziming at all.

However, even so, she didn't dare to ask, for fear of hurting Zhou Ziming and her own heart.

After the meal, Xiaoyuan wanted to help put away the dishes, but Li Qian refused.

The bowl she was carrying was taken away, but she still couldn't let go of her heart. She turned around and saw Zhou Ziming jokingly saying, "Does he look like a good wife and mother?"

Even though he was smiling like this, Madoka read some helpless sadness from it.

Why is this?

"I thought..." Her voice dropped, "I thought Mr. Li would like you very much."

Zhou Ziming looked at Xiaoyuan, and faced this question directly, facing his own heart: "He likes me very much," but his next sentence was, "That's why he hates me so much now."

This love affair became more and more complicated, Madoka could no longer see the truth clearly, so she could only stand there in a daze.

"It's okay," he was probably consoling himself, "help me get a glass of water, I've taken the medicine."

Madoka maintained herself and nodded.

She went to fetch water and saw that Zhou Ziming seemed to have dropped a medicine on the ground, so she rushed over and knelt down to help him.

"Thank you." Zhou Ziming said.

"It's okay." When Xiaoyuan picked up the medicine, her surprise suddenly increased. She calmed down and observed carefully. Although the difference in appearance between some pills was very small, a person with profound medical knowledge could tell that they were not the same pill. kind.

She wasn't sure about it, but she was very skeptical.

So she raised her head and asked Zhou Ziming for confirmation: "Is it this?"

"Um... what's wrong?"

Xiaoyuan spoke hesitantly, not daring to make an assertion: "It feels a little different from the medicine prescribed by the doctor."

The almost electric sting flashed through Zhou Ziming's eyes, and Xiaoyuan couldn't catch it. He said "ah" smoothly, "There are a lot of medicines in the medicine box. I must have been distracted and took the wrong medicine just now."

Zhou Ziming stretched out his hand very naturally.

Xiaoyuan couldn't react otherwise, so she gave him the medicine, watched him push the wheelchair to search in the drawer, then came back with a handful of medicine, and then returned to her, swallowed the medicine with a normal expression, poured the water After drinking it, he put on an innocent face, "The medicine is really bitter."

"..." Xiaoyuan picked up the dim sum from Yipinzhai on the table.

Zhou Ziming picked one, tasted it, and said thank you sweetly.

……

After leaving Li Qian and Zhou Ziming's house, Xiao Yuan stood outside, the air was cold, only the lights of the house seemed warm.

She spread her hand, and it was a pill. She didn't believe that Zhou Ziming took the wrong medicine, but she still kept a pill secretly, just because she began to doubt the love between the two.

It is indeed cold outside, but the beam of light belonging to Zhou Ziming and Li Qian must be warm?

Madoka left in silence.

And where she couldn't see, Zhou Ziming looked at her back through the window.

He murmured: "I still feel very sad these few days, as if there is a big stone pressing down on my heart, I thought it was a psychological effect, but in fact, it is probably because my illness has not fully healed, what do you think, Li Qian ?”

He turned the wheelchair, and Li Qian was standing not far from him, looking at him calmly.

"I know you won't forgive me, but I haven't given up. I'm still thinking that maybe one day, you can fall in love with me again, just like the first time I fell in love with you..."

"I know you hate me, but I didn't expect you to hate me so much," Zhou Ziming said sadly, unable to shed tears anymore, "but you don't know, if you don't like me, maybe I won't survive."

The distance between them seems to be no more than five meters, but it seems that they cannot get close across the Milky Way.

"If our love," he continued, biting his lip, "has turned into irreparable despair, which has caused you so much pain, don't do it this way, it's me who's wrong, don't get your hands dirty."

Li Qian watched silently as Zhou Ziming pushed the wheelchair and poured all the pills into the toilet.

Press the flush button.

end this story.

The author says:

Dedicated to Slag Snow.

9. Alice

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Most of the time, Li Qian's world is black and white, and there are three voices in the black and white world.

One is the normal sound, the sound of the outside world, which he can hear, and which can also be heard by others.

There are also two voices that only he can hear, day and night, often ringing in his ears at inappropriate times.

One of them always shouted sincerely, "Zhou Ziming." He was the only rose in his desolate land.

There is another kind, swallowing all the darkness, covering his heart, repeating: "Destroy him." Destroy Zhou Ziming.

The two voices point to Zhou Ziming, but they conflict with each other. When they see Zhou Ziming, they want to destroy him. After killing him, there will be no Zhou Ziming in the world. There is no place for love, only withering.

That time, Zhou Ziming's life was hanging by a thread.

Li Qian stood downstairs, sober and cold.

The soul stands outside the sac, but there is no pain.

He was waiting, waiting for Zhou Ziming to die, or waiting for himself to die.

Later, when Zhou Ziming rescued him, he was still hesitating and wandering, whether he wanted him to die or to live.

He just can't get close to him.

Because the voice in my head is really loud.

Sometimes, he also felt that Zhou Ziming was fine like this, he was paralyzed and couldn't go anywhere except his side.No one to rely on, only him.

Much better than the broken kite in the past.

Now he can hold him, and if possible, he can strangle him, all he has to do is stretch out his hand, close to his immature neck, and use force, he will die, how simple it is.

Human life is so fragile.

Li Qian had no way to love Zhou Ziming again, the flesh and blood that had been cruelly cut off could no longer be accepted by the ulcerated wound.

But he didn't kill him after all, despite countless opportunities, countless thoughts, and voices lingering in his ears.

So be it.

Keep it as it is.

Let Zhou Ziming remain incomplete like this forever, fulfilling the sense of destruction gushing out of his heart.

And the voice of love, probably only sounded in the midnight dream, like a cold spring swallowing:

"I love you, Zhou Ziming."

Then on this day, when he was about to leave the house, Zhou Ziming suddenly said, "Li Qian, can you give me a hug?"

The voice in my head was in a trance for a moment, the love was fragile and long-lasting, and the hatred was intense and rapid.

Li Qian can't do anything, but who is Zhou Ziming?

What he wants, he must work hard to get it.

He struggled to get up from the wheelchair, and threw himself forward regardless of the risk of falling.

The body was faster than the consciousness, the body betrayed the consciousness, Li Qian still hugged Zhou Ziming.

"Heh..." Zhou Ziming showed a successful smile, "I will miss your warmth when you are not around."

At this moment, Li Qian realized in a trance that he hated Zhou Ziming's unreasonable domineering and over-the-top self-confidence. Even though his cock was disabled, he just couldn't destroy these things.

Zhou Ziming has always been Zhou Ziming.

……

Zhou Ziming watched Li Qian leave the house, although he was still smiling, his death was decided.

He lifted the sofa and got the one-yuan coin hidden underneath.

In fact, when he came to Li Qian's house for the second time, he was going to pay back the money and send him flowers, but he planned to punish him temporarily. He pretended to be asleep, but Li Qian didn't wake him up and drove him away.

Zhou Ziming felt that Li Qian was very interesting, so he hid the money, thinking that the connection between the two of them could not be broken.

Later, the 100 yuan was taken away, but the one yuan coin was still left here.

"I'll give it back to you now."

Zhou Ziming put the coins on the table.

"Goodbye, Li Qian."

When did he have this idea? Before the accident, he had always been a positive and sunny boy.After the accident, he was actually destroyed, and the cruel reality made him fall into the dust.

If it was before, he would never be able to accept it, and he would never be able to survive, but now he has survived, purely because he thinks that he has brought it upon himself and deserves the reward.

And maybe it was because of Li Qian, he still had hope in Li Qian, the man who saved him in dire straits time after time.

But now, he himself is in dire straits.

He can't save him, and he can't save him.

Hugging together is just a piece of drowning life.

It can't go on like this anymore, Zhou Ziming like this is not cool at all, let him go brightly, let his free soul escape from the heavy sex.

Zhou Ziming opened the door, how cold the wind outside was.

Probably he was rushing to get rid of it wholeheartedly, only felt that the cold air made him sober and excited.

Like "The City Through the Rain"