Shocked in late autumn

It was raining in Z city, the car was speeding across the avenue, the boundless fallen trees were falling, the early winter night was so cold that people were shivering, Ji Songlin was only wearing a sweater, he couldn't handle the wind, the coolness went straight to his bones.The car drove around the neighborhood for a long time before finding a parking space. After getting out of the car, Ji Songlin couldn't wait to run upstairs, and three shadows followed closely behind him.

"Chenyu," Pei Chuangu knocked on the door with anxiety, "Are you at home?"

No one responded in the dark.

Jiang Xiuyuan also patted on the door, shouting through the door while patting: "Chenyu, open the door quickly."

Still no response.

The sound of knocking on the door came one after another in the cold and lonely air, like a rapid drumbeat, every time it hit Ji Songlin's heart, he stood outside the door, restless, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said: "Do you know, who has him?" The key to the house?"

A word awakened the dreamer, Zheng Xiaoxiao gave Jiang Xiuyuan a push, and reminded: "Didn't I pick up a key when I cleaned the house last time, so I just put it beside your bed."

Jiang Xiuyuan remembered that Xu Chenyu gave him the keys. When he first moved into this apartment, he had three keys, one for Wu Yuling and one for Jiang Xiuyuan for emergencies. Pei Chuangu took the car keys in his hand, and ran back to his residence at lightning speed, took the keys and rushed back.

Jiang Xiuyuan's face turned pale from running, he panted heavily, inserted the key into the lock, and it opened with a twist, the inside was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Jiang Xiuyuan pressed the switch, but it didn't work: "What, is the power off?"

He kicked something with his toe, and there was a sound of "ding" in the darkness. Ji Songlin turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and looked down, and saw that the floor was full of well-drunk beer bottles, and one piece of clothes was in disarray. , the potted seedlings on the balcony lowered their heads, dragging a flower alone, and the green leaves were basically dead.

The peonies sent by Ji Songlin were still in the vase in the living room. The petals had long since withered, and a rotten aroma mixed with the smell of wine wafted in the cabin.

It was completely different from the last time he came, and the withered flower path turned into Xu Chenyu's appearance in Ji Songlin's eyes. He suddenly panicked and walked to his room, only to see the door was tightly closed, and his intuition told him , Xu Chenyu has indeed returned.

Ji Songlin raised his hand, but he didn't knock when he approached the door. He pressed himself to take a deep breath, and finally slowly gathered his five fingers, and put his hand down helplessly. Looking at the beer all over the floor, he knew that there was a wall beyond the wall. How did that person come here for three days and three nights.

"Chenyu, are you okay? Can you open the door?" Jiang Xiuyuan couldn't hold his breath. He was afraid that his friend would have an accident, so he strode over and knocked hard on the door.

There was silence on the other side of the wall.

Pei Chuangu also spoke to the side, and shouted into the gap: "What's the matter, let's talk face to face, Chenyu, can you hear me?" He was almost pressed against the door, unable to hear the response, and twisted his head in worry. Eyebrow: "It's not going to happen."

Ji Songlin clenched his fists violently, his palms turned red, but he immediately thought that Xu Chenyu was a mature and calm person, and it was not the first time for him to face life and death, so he would not do anything that would hurt himself. Healing himself.

A person hides his wound and does not want others to see it. If he is forced to lift the fig leaf, it is not helping him, but stabbing him with his own hands.

The more Jiang Xiuyuan thought about it, the more anxious he became. He wanted to pick the lock directly, and shouted: "If you don't open it again, I'll knock on the door... What's the matter if you lock yourself up?"

The people inside still didn't respond.

Jiang Xiuyuan slammed on the door sideways, and the wooden door slammed loudly. Ji Songlin was about to come over to stop him, but Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't stand it any longer. She came over and took his hand knocking on the door: "Don't be so impulsive, you will pay for the door being broken?"

"He has locked himself up for three days and three nights. Is a person dead or alive? No, I will go in even if I tear down this door!" Jiang Xiuyuan couldn't listen at all, and yelled eloquently, talking to the door The lock is getting stronger, and there is a tendency to not stop until the door is opened.

The banging on the door was loud and alarmed the neighbors. There was a mean old lady living next door. She suddenly opened the door and yelled to the opposite side: "What's the noise at night? You scared my precious grandson to cry, did you?" Quality?" As soon as the words fell, the door slammed on the door with a 'bang', startling away the birds perched under the eaves.

Who is incompetent?

"I'm fine..."

Under the loud closing sound and Jiang Xiuyuan's yelling, Ji Songlin still immediately caught Xu Chenyu's voice, which was hoarse and powerless, as if it came from a dark and boundless distance, and his heart trembled with pain.

"Let's go back....."

Immediately afterwards, there was a second sound, also hoarse, with blood in his throat, and he jumped out word by word. When he finished those three words, he almost exhausted all his strength.

The cold voice immediately extinguished the restless flames. Jiang Xiuyuan was stunned. He stopped picking the lock, suddenly feeling so sad. He sighed heavily and stood there at a loss.

Zheng Xiaoxiao comforted from the side: "Why don't you let him be alone for a while, this kind of thing will be difficult for anyone."

The night was getting darker. Zheng Xiaoxiao is a smart woman who knows how to change the subject. She said in the dark, "I'm afraid he forgot to pay the electricity bill. It's winter, let's go to the supermarket to buy some candles and food."

The suggestion was pertinent, and it made sense. Xu Chenyu was unwilling to open the door, and it would be pointless to continue spending any longer. Jiang Xiuyuan turned around slowly, and Pei Chuangu and Zheng Xiaoxiao followed behind him. After a while, the three of them bought a bunch of candles and came back. Filling the room, firelight illuminated the small apartment.

Xu Chenyu sat on the small balcony, looking at the boundless sky. In the early winter night, he was still wearing the blood-stained clothes, the bulletproof equipment was full of holes, and the tiny sparks flickered on his fingertips. He raised his hand and took a deep breath. The smoke, the wind blew the smoke circles away instantly, messing up the ends of his hair, he seemed not to be aware of the cold, and remained motionless like a sculpture.

The living room was lit with fire, and Jiang Xiuyuan walked over slowly. He sat cross-legged outside the door, and said, "Chenyu, you open the door first and come out to eat something. Death is like a lamp going out, and you can't change the fact. Why bother to torture like this?" Own."

got no response.

Jiang Xiuyuan said again: "I know you have a deep relationship with your master. He passed away, but you are still alive. Think about your mother, she needs to know how sad you are for making yourself like this." Comfort talked about the principles of life, and from Chicken Soup for the Soul to the famous sayings of saints. During the process, Xu Chenyu remained silent, as if he didn't hear it, and it seemed more like he disappeared at the other end of the wooden door.

Ji Songlin leaned his back against the wall, he lit a cigarette, and silently took one puff after another.

It was raining, and the coolness infected Xu Chenyu. The blood from the wound on the side of his face melted in the cold, dripping down his neck, elbows, and trouser legs. He looked at the bare sycamore trees in the courtyard, and then at Looking at the bleak crescent moon in the sky, no matter how noisy the world is, it doesn't matter to him, he locked himself into the shell.

Jiang Xiuyuan spoke with a dry tongue, even if he was one of the best debaters on the debate team, even if he was eloquent, even if he could turn white into black, he still couldn't untie the knot in Xu Chenyu's heart until midnight At three o'clock, Jiang Xiuyuan finally conceded.

Zheng Xiaoxiao fell asleep on the sofa early. She was covered with Jiang Xiuyuan's coat and sneezed several times due to the cold.When Jiang Xiuyuan heard this, he felt sorry for his girlfriend and worried about his good brother.

Under the dilemma, Ji Songlin suddenly said to him: "I'll stay and watch him, you send Zheng Xiaoxiao home first." This was the first sentence Ji Songlin said after entering the house.

Jiang Xiuyuan glanced at his girlfriend who was shivering from the cold, then at the closed door, hesitating.

Pei Chuangu has a lot of business to deal with every day, he still has a lot of business to deal with, and he can't stay here forever, he walked over and patted Jiang Xiuyuan on the shoulder: "It's impossible for Chenyu's mood to get better after such a big thing happened, Let Songlin accompany him, let's go first." Then he said to Ji Songlin: "I'm sorry to trouble you, if you need anything, you can call us anytime."

The door was gently closed, the world returned to silence, all the sounds went away, only Ji Songlin's gentle breathing remained.He leaned against the cold wall and accompanied the people across the wall to get through the difficulties. He had sense of propriety and knew that Xu Chenyu needed to be quiet, so he just said softly and cautiously: "I'm right here. When you want to see me, you can come and see me." Knock three times."

I woke up many times in the middle of the night. Every time Ji Songlin woke up with a start, he quickly put his ear close to the crack of the door to make sure that there was no special movement coming from inside, and then fell asleep with a sigh of relief. The day and night turned upside down like this probably passed a day and a night. It was around nine o'clock in the evening when he opened his eyes, and he became more and more worried that Xu Chenyu couldn't bear it. It had been four days, and he couldn't just rely on beer to fill his stomach.

Ji Songlin lit the candles, turned on the gas stove, and made a bowl of porridge in the kitchen. He hesitated for a long time with the porcelain bowl in his hand, and then he said softly, "I cooked a bowl of porridge. You can take a bite, okay?" ?”

No one responded to him.

Ji Songlin tentatively called softly: "Chenyu..."

Still no response.

He resignedly slid down against the wall and sat down. Leaning against the cold wall, time flowed in the air. The two hid in the corner of the night to breathe. two hearts.

Ji Songlin has never experienced such a frustrating moment. He accepts the impermanence of life, and understands that no matter who is facing the death of a loved one, it is absolutely impossible to be "relaxed". "Feeling powerless", he began to hate such a mediocre self, he could give nothing but company.

After more than half an hour, only the sound of ticking after the winter rain was left in the world. Ji Songlin raised his chin and began to talk to himself: "I received your postcard and heard the wind on the island. Maybe you won't I understand, how happy I am to meet you..." He closed his eyes and muttered, "Dust Island...Dust Island..."

With these two words in his mouth, Ji Songlin repeated his name in an almost obsessive tone, as if this could help him stop the pain a little.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The sound of knocking on the wall was very soft and small, but it penetrated into Ji Songlin's eardrums accurately. He hurriedly stood up, swayed a bit before standing still, and covered the doorknob with his palm, until the handle was wet, before gently pushing the door open .

There was a strong smell of smoke and alcohol in the room, as well as the pervasive and lingering sadness.

The first thing that came into view was a lonely back. Xu Chenyu was sitting on the balcony, tucked his hands and feet, and wrapped his arms around himself. He was wearing half-dry and half-wet clothes, and his hair was messy. Ji Songlin slowed down, walking There was hardly any sound, he turned to his side, and saw Xu Chenyu's scabbed side face, covered in blood, with green stubble on his chin, and a scarred soul wrapped in a lifeless shell.

The injured person was not Ji Songlin, but the scene in front of him made him so painful that he couldn't breathe smoothly. He forced himself to cheer up, and then went to Xu Chenyu and squatted down.

Seeing his pale face, Ji Songlin smoked the cigarette at his fingertips without saying a word, extinguished it and threw it into the bare flower pot, then took a spoonful of porridge and fed it to his mouth.

The smoke was extinguished, the only dancing spark dimmed, and there was only a ray of broken moonlight between the figures of the two of them.

He lowered his head, looking at Ji Songlin's eyes, the flickering pity in them burned Xu Chenyu's eyes, the two were silent, but he seemed to really feel the cold and pain that Ji Songlin had endured with him , After a long time, he opened his mouth slightly to eat the porridge.

Ji Songlin fed slowly, one spoonful after another, each time gently scraping the side of the bowl, scraping off the excess porridge, and then handing it to Xu Chenyu's mouth, he also ate slowly, it had been four days, and this was still his With the first bowl of hot food, the cold and cramped stomach was soothed, and it was no longer so uncomfortable.

Putting the white porcelain bowl aside, Ji Songlin wiped his scum-smeared corner of his mouth with his fingers, put a coat on him, went out of the room, and came back with a pot of hot water, a medicine box and dry towels. Carefully wiped Xu Chenyu's hands and cheeks. When he touched his scabbed scar, he held the corner of the towel and slowly dusted it. The movement was extremely light and gentle, as if touching a fragile and precious object.

Xu Chenyu's expression was dull, neither responding nor resisting, like a broken puppet, letting Ji Songlin toss.

There was no electricity in the apartment, so Ji Songlin couldn't use a hair dryer, so he had to rub Xu Chenyu's half-wet hair with a towel. He carefully helped him take off the body armor mixed with sweat, rain and blood, and then stretched out his hand to untie his shirt buttons.There were still dried blood stains on the neck and collarbone, until the scattered wounds on his chest were exposed. Ji Songlin's hand stopped, and the pain was so overwhelming that he wrinkled his shirt.

After a long while, Ji Songlin withdrew his undisguised gaze, temporarily let go of the soreness in his chest, took the cotton swab and iodine on the side, and suppressed his trembling hands to apply the medicine and bandage him. He lowered his head the whole time, not daring to look at him. Xu Chenyu's eyes, he was afraid that he would not be able to control them, so he embraced him.

There was no language between the two, and Ji Songlin didn't ask him if he was cold?OK?Does it hurt?Instead, she silently fed him, wiped his hair, and treated his wounds.

By the time everything was cleaned up, it was almost two o'clock in the middle of the night.

The sky and night are as cool as water, and the moonlight is cold and thin.

Ji Songlin leaned over and hugged Xu Chenyu horizontally. His strong arms circled a safe place for him. Xu Chenyu didn't refuse. He leaned against Ji Songlin's chest as if he was exhausted, heard his vigorous heartbeat, and smelled it. That mesmerizing ebony scent.

Walking to the bed, Ji Songlin bent down, clasped Xu Chenyu's back, and gently placed him on the bed. He also sat on it, reached out and took off Xu Chenyu's half-wet shirt and pants, and helped him change into pajamas Pajama pants, cover him with the quilt, and he fell to the side, pressing the back of Xu Chenyu's head with his palm, and pressed against his forehead. The two breaths were intertwined, and the warm breath from each other bypassed the tip of the nose and slid to the lips. .

Ji Songlin closed his eyes, and softly said in a coaxing voice, "Go to sleep."

The author says:

That's... that... is there any little angels... leave me a comment...