Cat boyfriend is flirtatious and cowardly

In the simple and narrow hotel, a white and well-knit hand stretched out from the cold white quilt cover, touched the side of the pillow, but didn't find what he wanted, Gu Ran pulled the quilt down, revealing With half of his face, he opened his eyes and glanced sideways at the edge of the pillow.

After a few seconds of silence, Gu Ran propped up his body, leaned out from the edge of the bed, and saw the phone that had fallen on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, leaned back on the bed, pressed the button, and found that the phone turned off automatically when it was out of power.

He threw the phone aside casually, lifted the quilt and got out of bed to wash up in the bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Gu Ran was expressionless, as if the person inside was not him.

In the mirror, Gu Ran's hair was disheveled, his face was blue, his eyes were red and swollen, his lips were pale and chapped, and he was completely gone from his usual handsomeness and rosiness.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face indifferently, then picked up his mobile phone on the bed and went out to check out.

When they returned to school, the students gathered together in small groups, discussing something in a low voice, and Gu Ran walked past them like walking corpses.

"Oh, what a pity." A short-haired girl sighed and said, "He died at such a young age, what a godsend!"

The girl sitting next to her was a little skeptical: "Maybe it's fake? He's so handsome, how could he commit suicide."

"And..." She hesitated a little: "I went to University A to send him a love letter a few days ago."

"But I heard that the school girl died the day before yesterday." The short-haired girl said: "I didn't believe it at first, but my old friend and Jiang Zhihe's house are not far away. When the accident happened, her family was alarmed."

Gu Ran stopped suddenly, turned to look at them, and said softly, "What are you talking about? What happened to Jiang Zhihe?"

When the short-haired girl saw that it was Gu Ran who asked them, she was excited, but she still answered him honestly: "The school girl next door, Jiang Zhihe, committed suicide two days ago."

"Early this morning, it spread all over the school."

"Suicide?" Gu Ran suddenly felt his whole body trembling, and said beyond doubt: "Impossible, it is impossible for him to commit suicide."

"It's true." The short-haired girl didn't see his strangeness, and continued: "My roommate came back last night and told us that her house is only one road away from Jiang Zhihe's house. Know."

"Impossible..." Gu Ran kept repeating this sentence, staggered and took a step back, he felt his heart hurt, as if he had been run over by a car several times, the pain made him feel tight in his chest and he couldn't breathe .

"Gu Ran?" The girl next to him noticed Gu Ran's abnormality, stood up and looked at him and said, "Are you okay? Is there something wrong?"

"What's wrong?" The short-haired girl looked at Gu Ran suspiciously, and was startled when she saw his pale face, with one hand covering his heart in pain, and hurried over to help him: "What's wrong, where does it hurt? Do you want to go?" Infirmary?"

Gu Ran felt that his ears were ringing, his head was buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything.

His teenager committed suicide, no wonder he didn't keep the appointment last night, no wonder he didn't reply to the message, it turned out that he couldn't come by himself.

Gu Ran bit her lower lip hard, to get herself back to her senses, raised her head slightly, pulled the corner of her lower lip weakly, and said hoarsely: "I'm fine, I'll go back to the dormitory first."

"Oh..." The two girls froze for a second, then said in unison: "It's fine, it's fine."

Gu Ran braced himself up and walked out of the school, went straight to the opposite road and stopped a taxi, sat on the back seat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Please go to Wanshui Forest, thank you."

The driver responded, and then focused on driving ahead.

Gu Ran bent down and buried himself in the crook of his arms, so as not to show any emotion.

Less than an hour later, the driver called him: "Student, we're here."

Gu Ran raised his head and took out his mobile phone to pay, when he realized that his mobile phone was out of battery, he whispered: "How much is the total?"

"54."

"My phone is out of battery." Gu Ran asked him, "Is there a charging cable? I'll charge it and turn it on to pay."

"Yes." The driver said and handed him a data cable.

After charging for 1 minute, Gu Ran restarted the machine, paid the driver, opened the door and got out of the car.

The houses in Wanshuilin are very beautiful, they are all small courtyards, each family is next to each other, the walls are surrounded by dry creepers, and there is a fence around the outside, and many flowers and grasses are planted inside.

The apparently high-end other courtyard, but because of the gloomy weather and the swaying white snow, makes people feel gloomy and serious.

Gu Ran always knew that Jiang Zhihe lived here, but it was his first time here. He took a deep breath, let it out, walked to Jiang's other courtyard, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was an uncle in his forties. Seeing the boy outside whose nose was red from the cold, he asked doubtfully, "Excuse me, are you?"

"Hello, Uncle." Gu Ran replied, "I'm Jiang Zhihe's classmate, I heard..."

"Wait." Before Gu Ran could finish speaking, he was interrupted by him, "You wait outside for a while, I'll ask Boss Jiang for instructions."

Gu Ran nodded and said, "Okay."

The uncle closed the door, Gu Ran stood outside with his head down, his eyes were empty.

After a while, the door opened again, and a man with stern features and dark eyes and a long-haired woman wrapped in a blanket walked out.

With just one glance, Gu Ran recognized that they were Jiang Zhihe's father and mother.

Jiang Zhihe was very similar to his father, especially those eyes, Gu Ran thought for a moment that Jiang Zhihe had come out, and felt a pain in his heart.

"Do you have something to do?" Jiang Xianghuai asked, "I heard that you are Jiang Zhihe's classmate?"

Gu Ran nodded, and hurriedly said: "Uncle, Jiang Zhihe and I are high school classmates, I heard that something happened to him, I want to come and see..."

"See what happened to him."

Jiang Xianghuai sneered, "What does his accident have to do with you?"

"Uncle, I..."

Jiang Xianghuai took a look at him, and interrupted mockingly: "He doesn't need classmates, and he doesn't need others to come and see."

"Uncle." Gu Ran replied to him calmly: "I don't know if he needs it or not, but I just want to see him for the last time, just burn incense."

Jiang Xianghuai's face turned cold, his eyes were full of hostility, he slowly leaned towards Gu Ran, Gu Ran subconsciously took a step back, the suspended stairway made him lose his center of gravity and fell down.

The wooden sandalwood box in the down jacket rolled out. Gu Ran ignored the pain and reached out to grab the box. Suddenly, a foot stepped on his hand to grab the box.

Jiang Xianghuai looked at him condescendingly, with a smile on his lips, and pressed hard on the back of his hand a few times. Gu Ran cried out in pain, and Jiang Xianghuai pushed harder until the back of his hand was ripped apart.

He looked at Gu Ran like an ant and said, "My son was killed by you, please don't let me find out who it is."

"Otherwise, I will let him go down and be with Jiang Zhihe."

"As for you, I will give you half an hour. If you are still at my door for half an hour, I will tell you what life is better than death!"

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Zhihe's mother remained silent, as if watching an unimportant matter, until Jiang Xianghuai turned and entered the room, she gave Gu Ran a glance, and followed back.

Gu Ran was lying on the ground with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He covered the box with his injured hand, protecting it in his arms like a rare treasure.

"Gu Ran."

Someone next to him called him, Gu Ran propped himself up and stood up, and found Ye Qingyu standing not far away, in the courtyard next door to Jiang Zhihe's house.

Gu Ran walked over slowly, looking at Ye Qingyu with misty eyes.

Ye Qingyu turned his gaze away and whispered, "Jiang Zhihe is in the cemetery."

Her voice was very soft, like knocking through a layer of glass door. Once the wind blew away the sound, all of it turned into air, without a sound.

But Gu Ran heard it.

"Thank you."

After Ye Qingyu finished speaking, she turned and left. Gu Ran's heartbeat just now started to beat again.

He walked out of the other courtyard and took a taxi back to school.

Ji Lin was not in the dormitory, so Gu Ran took off his down jacket, walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, turned on the cold water and soaked the bloody back of his hand, as if he felt no pain, he washed the wound on the back of his hand until it was clean.

Putting his mobile phone on the bedside to charge, he took off his winter clothes one by one, and put on the clean white shirt and light-colored jeans in the suitcase.

This was the decoration when he first met Jiang Zhihe.

He took out the love letter and wooden sandalwood box from the down jacket and put them into the sketch bag.

Gu Ran carried the drawing and went out, ignoring the strange eyes of his classmates, and walked out of the school.

He went to the pharmacy first, and then went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of gardenias.

The snow is gradually falling and getting bigger, and it is falling in a rustle. Vehicles are running through the corridors of flowers and trees.

Gu Ran rolled down the car window and let the icy cold wind hit his thin and thin body. The driver glanced at him from the rearview mirror, remained silent for a few seconds, and couldn't help but say, "Young man, you don't wear so little clothes. Is not It Cold?"

Gu Ran smiled lightly, "It's not cold."

The driver intentionally chatted a few more words and asked curiously, "Are you going to the cemetery to see your relatives?"

"No." Gu Ran said softly, "I'm going to see my lover."

"Uh..." The driver was silent.

When the car arrived at the cemetery, it was already dark. Gu Ran scanned the QR code to pay, thanked the driver, and opened the car door to get out.

The shoes made a clicking sound when they stepped on the soft and flat snow layer, and the biting and silent wind wrapped the snowflakes and covered them endlessly.

The cemetery was very quiet in the evening. Gu Ran walked along the newly built tombstone, and suddenly saw a black and white photo pasted on the far side of the tombstone. He ran over and half-kneeled in front of Jiang Zhihe's tomb, silently looking at the boy frozen in the photo .

He stretched out his hand to caress Jiang Zhihe in the photo. The 22-year-old boy looks handsome, with extremely black pupils and thin lips tightly closed, giving people the impression that strangers should not get close to him.

Gu Ran covered his brows and eyes, and said softly, "Ah Hui, I'm here."

"I brought you your favorite gardenia, do you want to see it?" Gu Ran put the flower in his arms in front of the grave and showed it to Jiang Zhihe.

After a while, Gu Ran complained to him, "Why did you leave without waiting for my confession?"

"I waited for you for a long time last night, I thought you found out my mind and hid from me."

"You didn't even hear me say that I like you." Gu Ran lowered his voice, "You left before you became my boyfriend."

"You probably don't know." Gu Ran sniffed and said, "I've liked you for seven years. From the first year of high school to now, you haven't realized it. Are you so stupid? In the next life, I won't let you go again."

"Ahui, you made a coral bracelet when I was a freshman in high school. Although it is a bit ugly, I have polished the coral for a long time. I will give it to you today."

Gu Ran lowered his head and took out the wooden sandalwood box from the bag, opened it and took a look. Inside was a coral bead threaded with a red thread. He dug a small hole in front of the tomb and buried it in.

Then he picked up the manuscript bag, poured out all the paintings and love letters inside, and said softly: "The pink one is the love letter I wrote last night. You didn't come, I didn't send it out, and the rest of the paintings are from me. I started to draw in the first year of high school, until now, there are 530 two pictures, all of which are you."

"I'm giving them all to you today, you have to keep them well, do you hear me?"

Gu Ran took out the lighter, lit the drawing paper, and when the wind blew, the bright light opened his teeth and claws.

After the last painting was burned, Gu Ran laughed: "Ah Hui, I'll accompany you, you wait for me."

He poured out all the sleeping pills he bought at the pharmacy, swallowed them dryly, leaned his back against the tombstone, and closed his eyes peacefully.

The snow in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and it fell on his body thinly, adding a bit of cleanliness and gentleness.

He and his teenager died in the winter of 2021.

An unstoppable liking, an unforgettable secret love.

The author has something to say: Don't imitate.It is wrong not to advocate not to imitate this.