Never Peace ABO

It should be over.

The humming sound of the fully automatic coffee machine stopped suddenly. Wu Ning looked down and saw that the cup was full of brown-black liquid.No need to taste it, the liquid conveys bitterness both visually and olfactorily. Only by pouring in a lot of sugar can the bitterness of fate be suppressed, like a life-and-death struggle.

Wu Ning has never been in the kitchen, so he doesn't know which cabinet the seasoning is in.He stood carefully with the help of the white quartz stone countertop, opened the door of the hanging cabinet above, luckily the sugar bowl was inside, he took it down, scooped out the white sugar with a spoon, and kept adding it to the coffee.There is a fresh tooth mark on the tiger's mouth of the right hand holding the spoon, blood has been seen, and the blood scab is pasted on the broken skin, which is very conspicuous.

He leaned against the door frame and watched him add sugar to his coffee by the spoonful.

"Bian Ning, do you want to get diabetes?" The tone was harsh, in an educational tone.

"What did you call me?"

"Brother." His tone softened.

Bian Ning put the sugar bowl back to its original place, passed him with a cup of coffee, and sat on the single rattan chair near the balcony where he often sat. With the coffee at hand, he opened the diary on his lap and began to write today diary.

The doctor advised him to write down what was on his mind every day as a way of venting.

The weather on this day is not good, cloudy, there is no sun at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and it may rain at any time.There was a thin layer of shadow under Bian Ning's feet. In the dim environment, he melted into a fuzzy gray-blue shadow, always keeping quiet.

He still remembers that one day before the high school entrance examination, Bian Ning said to him: "I have often wondered how it feels to jump off the roof of a building. Weightlessness makes me sick, but the falling process is very short and tolerable. I fell on the ground. On the ground, the blood flowed from my body, like a flower blooming, I don’t need to blink, I just need to lie there quietly and look at the sky. I can actually get happiness from this kind of imagination, Bian Bo, I’m very sorry normal."

Bian Ning described the terrifying scene calmly, walking beside him with his schoolbag on his back, blinking neither more nor less than usual.

He repeated Bian Ning's words to his mother. At first, Bian Yuqing only thought that the senior high school entrance examination was approaching, and Bian Ning was under a lot of pressure to study, and he was depressed for a short time.She talked to Bian Ning and planned to ask him to take a few days off, but Bian Ning refused.

After the high school entrance examination, he started a day and night life upside down, playing games all night and sleeping during the day.Bian Ning was not as crazy as he was, but spent most of the day sleeping, sleeping at night and lying in bed during the day.He didn't know if Bian Ning could fall asleep lying on the bed, anyway, Bian Ning didn't do anything.

This is actually an obvious symptom of depression. However, they did not have knowledge about mental illness at the time and ignored Bian Ning's abnormal performance.

Bian Ning had breakfast before leaving home, but he was still nowhere to be seen at dinner time. Bian Yuqing couldn't wait for him, and became more and more anxious.He found the plan made by Bian Ning in the bottom drawer of the desk. The time marked on it was today, and there were bus routes, and the end point was an unfinished building.

Bian Yuqing was crying in the taxi, urging the driver to drive faster, but he didn't cry, and fell into a terrible calm.The light of the flashlight swept over the overgrown weeds, and Bian Ning walked out of the unfinished building by himself.

"Sorry for worrying you." He smiled apologetically, "I just want to find a quiet place."

At night, they share the same bed again since they slept in separate rooms on their 12th birthday.

"You were there all day?"

"Yes."

"What? You want to jump off?"

"No, I'm thinking." Bian Ning turned sideways to face him, "I'm thinking about the world before I was born and the world after my death."

He approached and hugged Bian Ning's waist, "Sounds very philosophical. You liar, you can't fool me. Didn't you leave that picture just to let us find you? You know I know you will put important things in In the bottom drawer."

Bian Ning turned around and hugged him, and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't lie to you. On the one hand, I feel that life is precious, and pain is also an experience; on the other hand, I feel that life is too boring, and it would be better to never exist Or die quickly. I made a bet to myself that if you find me before I can't help but jump, I won't jump."

"You are dead, what should I do?"

"Live for me and be happy."

The memory ended here, Bian Bo turned on the light, and Bian Ning on the balcony looked up at him, then kept his head down, rubbing the tip of the pen on the paper, making rustling noises.

He closes himself and presents his almost perfect side to others.The surface is calm and calm, and you can't see how deep the seabed is.

"What are you writing about? Don't you write the same things every day?" Bian Bo sat down beside another wicker chair, took a sip of Bian Ning's coffee, and quickly put it back in place, "Dead man Now, you might as well just eat candy."

He got up and went into the kitchen for water.

Bian Ning said leisurely: "I was writing, and my brother asked me what I was writing. I told him that I was writing, and my brother asked me what I was writing."

"You're writing a brain teaser!"

Bian Ning tilted his head, smiled and said nothing.

Bian Bo came back after drinking the water and asked him, "Do you really think it tastes good with so much sugar?"

"It's not good." Bian Ning looked at the coffee that was getting cold, "But I probably need a lot of dopamine."

Before I knew it, it was like night outside the window. There was a flash of lightning in the clouds, and then there was a dull thunder, and the raindrops slapped on the window glass, like countless invisible hands.Bian Bo ran to the balcony to close the windows. There might be a problem with the chute of one of the windows, and Bian Bo could not close it for a while.The strong wind blew rainwater into the blue screen window, which wet the front of his clothes in an instant.

"I'll come." Bian Ning said behind him.

He abdicated, and Bian Ning took over the window that could not be closed.The rebellious window became much tamer in Bian Ning's hands, and it closed with a "snap", cutting off the wind and rain.

Bian Ning wiped off the rain on the back of his hand and said, "The windows are old and should have been replaced long ago."

At that time, he felt that Bian Ning could rely on things that he couldn't solve.

Wu Ning smoothly bent his knees and sat on the sofa, leaning against the sofa with his civilized staff.The pale pink of the hibiscus seeps into the bay window, and the thin branches hold the dense leaves. The flowers and leaves are so lush that they crowd out the space of sunlight and make the room entangled with an imperceptible shadow.

After drinking a cup of coffee that was so sweet that it hurt his teeth, he still didn't feel any change in his mood.

There was the sound of something falling upstairs, Wu Ning trembled slightly, got up with difficulty, and rushed back to the bedroom as quickly as possible.

The estrus period will not end suddenly, the heat will slowly subside from them, and Xu Qiyue is gradually regaining consciousness.

He opened the door, and the bedroom was in a mess, with almost no place to step down.Xu Qiyue was crying and fussing last night, he managed to control him, and pressed him on the bed.When Xu Qiyue bit him, Wu Ning thought, if he was really Bian Ning, things wouldn't be so bad.Xu Qiyue let go of his mouth at a loss after biting blood, maybe he felt guilty for biting him, Wu Ning bowed his head and kissed him, but he didn't resist much.

The seven-day estrus period prolongs the time for Xu Qiyue to receive the bad news and reduces the intensity of the bad news.Wu Ning was afraid that he would go crazy and that he would seek death. Fortunately, except for his behavioral regression, such as crying like a child, everything seemed normal.

Xu Qiyue woke up and sat on the edge of the bed with her back to him, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, her hair was messy, her nightgown was loosely draped over her shoulders, her whole body was quiet and eerie, like a skin covered by a skeleton.

Wu Ning stood outside the door, Xu Qiyue knew of his existence.

"Did he say anything before he died?"

"No, soon, soon."

Soon, this was probably the only consolation, at least Bian Ning didn't have to suffer.

"Death is death, he is death." Xu Qiyue bent down, sniffed his nose, and said indifferently, "I can't help it...he can't come back..."

Wu Ning couldn't see his face, but felt that he was like a plant that lost its roots, slowly losing water and shrinking.He couldn't be alive, couldn't cry, couldn't be angry with him.

"sorry."

"I'm sorry for what you said. It's not your fault. You just survived. What's wrong with surviving?"

"He wouldn't have died, he was behind the driver's seat, that's the safest position."

Bian Ning died for him.

Xu Qiyue straightened up, stared out of the window blankly, did not speak for a long time, and then said indifferently: "That was his choice, I have no right to say anything."

Wu Ning walked into the bedroom, got on the bed, and hugged Xu Qiyue from behind.Xu Qiyue's body temperature was slightly cold, and she remained motionless in his arms.

"Qiyue, treat me as him, you won't feel the difference." This is not the first time he said, "We have been together for nearly a year, don't you feel the difference?"

"Yes, I am a fool. In ten years, all the cells in my body have been replaced with new ones from the inside out. Oh, the nerve cells in the brain will not be replaced, but it will get old... My memory of him It's all blurred, and I don't even dare to look at his photos, because the photos won't get old, but I will."

"Ten years, it's too long. Will it still be the same as before? I don't know, I don't know... I'm changing, and Bian Ning must be changing too. Don't get me wrong, I didn't wait for him for ten years, I just haven't met a better person in the past ten years. I can't help but compare others with him. He has no news, and he may come back suddenly one day. People spend the rest of their lives together. I was hung in the air, I couldn’t get up, but I didn’t want to let go, and I fell down.”

"So as soon as you appeared, the anxiety I had been hanging in mid-air for ten years disappeared, and my mind was overwhelmed by joy. You clearly warned me, don't get close, don't get close, but I'm like a hunting dog who smells, I have to climb up because Bian Ning is mine."

Wu Ning released pheromone to comfort him, and gently stroked the glands on the back of his neck, "I know, you are with me because of Bian Ning, I am not because of Bian Ning. Qiyue, I love you, I hope you can give me a Chance."

Xu Qiyue trembled, her eyes were sad.He said: "Both of us are relics of Bian Ning, how can we be happy together?"

The author says:

There is a small foreshadowing, Xu Qiyue's tung flower flavor pheromone, the flower language of tung flower is first love, and tung wood is the wood used to make coffins, tung coffin.Fine product.

Let me yell again, there is a three-thousand-character car in the last chapter, on Weibo.