The love of functions and derivatives

He Jie's body began to become transparent. The moment He Jie disappeared completely, Derivative instantly lost his strength and fell to the side, but fortunately, Function was able to catch it quickly.It was just chatting for a long time, as if he had gone through a fierce battle, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. He only hoped that He Jie could really listen to what he said just now.

Derivative's eyes had already started to turn black, and he couldn't see anything. The feeling of blindness suddenly reminded him of a long time ago when he was imprisoned in a small black room by He Jun and tried thousands of ways to kill himself. Derivative felt that he was lying In Function's arms, he couldn't see, he just raised his head based on his feeling, pretending that he was looking into Function's eyes: "This time, I might really die."

Function shook his head in a daze, and reluctantly moved the corner of his mouth: "What are you talking about, it's okay to cheat, I won't be fooled."

"I'm quite selfish." If Derivative didn't connect with Function, he lay in Function's arms and said softly. He actually wanted to touch Function's face, but this action was extremely difficult for Derivative at this moment.

Derivative thought, fortunately I stared carefully at the face of the function before, and I still remembered the positions of his facial features, so he pretended in his mind that he was stroking the cheek of the function, but in reality it was Derivative's left index finger slightly Uncheckedly moved, "I like you, I want you to always remember."

Function's eye circles turned red all of a sudden.

The head of the derivative is lying on the left arm of the function. The function stretches out its right hand to grab the left hand of the derivative. The left hand of the derivative is very cold. It is not as cold as the temperature that a person should have in a summer. The function holds it very tightly. Passing his own body temperature to the other party, he said very seriously, like a believer facing his lifelong belief and pursuit, "I, too, like you very much."

Look, this is the tacit understanding between lovers, the derivative thought silently in his heart, as soon as I moved the fingers of my left hand, he held my hand.

"Don't waste your energy talking." Function choked up and said, "The ambulance is coming soon. Let me tell you a story, don't sleep, okay?"

"Promise me, don't sleep." Function's voice trembled, "Blink your eyes, I'll take it as your consent."

Derivative's eyes were already half-closed, but his eyelids still moved.

"I, the day I was discharged from the hospital, I knew you lied to me. I even picked out a tie for you and sent it downstairs, but you weren't in the office. I was so angry." Function was incoherent, because he was in a hurry Some stuttering and bad sentences, "wait for you, wait for you to recover from your illness this time, and make a good apology to me before I can bring you the tie, do you hear me?"

"Also, and. You said that night, I know what you mean." Function said hurriedly, he only knew that he had to say a lot of things that the derivative was interested in, so that the derivative would concentrate on listening to his own voice, he Feeling the opening and closing of my mouth mechanically, I don't know how my mouth interprets what I want to express in my mind.

"Oh, that's right." Function pretended to be joking lightly, but unfortunately the muscles at the corners of the mouth were not controlled by the nerves, and died in the cradle before the smile appeared. It’s almost there, then I don’t mind saying it again.”

"That night you said, 'That day at KTV, I sang the song "fools" to the window." Because Function's mind was so muddled, he didn't even realize that he was repeating what he said before Once again, "I know what you mean by that sentence."

That day, Function sat opposite the window, and the night, as black as thick ink, pressed against the glass, forming a natural mirror.

The derivative sings to the mirror, seeing the function all the time.

"That song of yours was sung for me."

When Function lowered his head again, he saw that Derivative had closed his eyes.

The function was sluggish for a few seconds, like a marionette without a soul, or a delicate puppet whose soul was taken out. He let go of his right hand holding the derivative, his limbs were stiff, and every joint seemed like a rusty machine gear. , slowly and softly, as if treating glass products, he smoothed the hair around the ear for the derivative.

"I told you not to sleep, why are you so disobedient?" Function looked at the derivative's face and murmured, "If you are like this, don't even want a tie."