broken triangle

Jiang Zhihui put down his phone, and Jiang Chi, who still knew nothing, came up to him with a smile, wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him.

Jiang Zhihui sat blankly and let Jiang Chi kiss him, feeling the wetness on his lips, and then suddenly woke up, pushed Jiang Chi away and hurriedly kicked on his shoes.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Chi finally realized that something important had happened, and asked with a trembling voice, "Brother Jiang...what's wrong?"

Jiang Zhihui ignored him, dragged out the suitcase from the corner and was about to go out, Jiang Chi almost missed him: "Brother Jiang, what's wrong?"

Jiang Zhihui turned his head and stared at Jiang Chi, his eyes were a little red, he opened the contact record interface to show Jiang Chi, a dazzling red, densely covered the screen: "Last night my dad went to the hospital, I turned off the phone."

Jiang Chi said dully, "The battery ran out last night, so it's not your fault."

Jiang Zhihui said wearily, "If I hadn't taken you out to play."

Jiang Chi looked at him.

Jiang Zhihui finally sat back on the bed calmly, opened his empty suitcase, and began to stuff things in. While quickly packing things, he said to Jiang Chi, "Hurry up and pack, I'm leaving."

"I'll go back with you?" Jiang Chi asked.

Jiang Zhihui glanced up at him strangely: "Of course not, what are you thinking? You should go."

Jiang Chi nodded in bewilderment, Jiang Zhihui hesitated for a moment after putting away the necessary things, and said to Jiang Chi who hadn't put on his clothes yet: "There is a spare key in the drawer of the porch, you go as soon as possible, and lock the door for me."

"I have to go."

The door was slammed shut, and Jiang Chi sat on the bed with his bare legs, staring at the direction Jiang Zhihui left without blinking.

The small apartment was empty, Jiang Chi rubbed the red marks on his arms and legs, and suddenly giggled.

Before this night, he thought he was close to love.Jiang Zhihui took him to race along the river, the wind was very loud, Jiang Zhihui asked him more loudly if it was exciting, and when the lingering excitement was not fading, Jiang Zhihui pressed him on the railing and kissed him, the river was gurgling, and his clamoring blood shook his body eardrum.They went back to his apartment and made love all night, Jiang Zhihui called his name.

Then the next morning, the dream suddenly woke up.

At the moment when he didn't love Jiang Zhihui very much, Jiang Zhihui came forward to love him, and when he was about to sink in the mud again, Jiang Zhihui could still leave happily.

Jiang Chi seemed to suddenly understand.

He used to be obsessed with Jiang Zhihui's complexity, suffering from his inability to face his own pain, and obsessed with this person because of the pain of empathy, but now it seems that Jiang Zhihui himself has made a choice long ago.

Jiang Chi once wanted to come out with him, but it turned out that Jiang Zhihui never wanted to come out.Occasional self-injury is just filling a side line of life, a side line that doesn't have to be seen.

Jiang Zhihui enjoys his love lightly, squanders it when he needs it, and throws it away when he doesn't.He had said long ago that he would not talk about feelings, but Jiang Chi had never believed before that someone could really have no feelings.

There really is such a person, Jiang Chi now knows.

----

At the Second People's Hospital, Luo Yi was sitting outside the morgue.

Jiang's mother cried until she passed away. Ms. Wang Fengye, Luo Yi's mother, took her out with a half hug and half hug. Only the relatively silent Luo family father and son were left here, waiting for Jiang Zhihui who was about to arrive.

"came back?"

"Ah."

"Old Jiang, he..."

"It got worse this morning, and I didn't have time to save it." Luo Yi said, "But there shouldn't be any pain when I went."

"How do you..."

"I went to see Aunt Xiu two days ago. Aunt Xiu was in a hurry last night and just remembered to call me. I followed her."

Father Luo fell silent.

He couldn't ask Luo Yi why he didn't go home and have a look. Everyone knew this, so he changed another question he wanted to ask: "I heard that Xiaohui also went to X City?"

Luo Yi shook his head.

Father Luo asked instead: "Isn't it? I heard from your aunt Xiu that Xiaohui shares the same city as you. Didn't he go looking for you?"

Luo Yi finally realized what his father was guarding against.

He thought it was kind of funny.

"He's gone to city n," Luo Yi said. He felt deeply bored, and the anger in his chest prompted him to tell his father impatiently, "Besides, he has a boyfriend."

Father Luo's eyes widened in astonishment.

Luo Yi took a deep breath, and suddenly remedied: "Of course, I may have misunderstood it. It may be just ordinary friends. You should not trust me casually."

Luo Yi snorted and said, "Anyway, I'm nothing, so I can't be trusted."

Regret flashed across Father Luo's eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Zhihui hurried over, his hair was disheveled, his face was stained with tears, and he found the door of the morgue. He knew it already, but he asked, "Where's my dad?"

Luo Yi turned sideways to avoid Jiang Zhihui's hand, and said at a distance of a few steps: "It's very safe to walk."

Then he added: "You will be safe in the future." Father Luo didn't understand this sentence, but Jiang Zhihui did.

He looked deeply at Luo Yi and laughed miserably.

"But I wasn't very happy either," he said.

Luo Yi didn't speak, Jiang Zhihui bowed his head slumpedly, rubbed his hair vigorously, and asked Luo Yi, "Can you be happy?"

Luo Yi thought, of course not.

The new life brought about by the death of a loved one is hard to swallow.