Looking back and smiling

Chapter 93: Luohong is not a heartless thing

Yangzhou stayed up all night, and until now, he still doesn't know whether that faint kiss last night was a dream or reality.

The quartz clock on the wall was ticking, and he looked up at the time. It was five minutes to eight o'clock.Although there was nothing special, Yang Zhou was still not used to sleeping in bed, not to mention he couldn't fall asleep at all.

He blinked his eyes and was about to get up and change his clothes. As soon as he sat up, he felt a movement in his side, and An Ziyu had already woken up.

An Ziyu rubbed his eyes and smiled at Yangzhou.His eyes were a little swollen, probably from crying again last night.Inversely proportional to the swollen eyes is the smile on his face, a stiff smile.It's not so much a smile as a twitch of the corners of his mouth.

"Zhou Zhou, good morning." His voice became a little hoarse.

"Morning." Seeing the pity of the person sleeping next to him, Yangzhou remembered the kiss last night, whether it was a dream or reality, and his cheeks suddenly became a little hot.

An Ziyu didn't notice that Yang Zhou's cheeks turned red suddenly, he smiled again, got up and changed his clothes, just like usual, as if nothing happened.Of course, if his face wasn't so tired.

Don't think so much, don't think so much, it must be a dream, it must be.What that dead evildoer likes is Shen Shen, how could he kiss himself, but this is not certain... People who are overly sad will always do some incomprehensible things.

Yang Zhou rubbed his face, who cares, it won't hurt him to kiss anyway, not to mention Xiao Yuyu's beauty, that pretty face... oh heh heh heh...

After An Ziyu changed her clothes, she turned her head and saw Yang Zhou sitting on the bed and giggling. If you look carefully, you can still see the corner of his mouth still smirking.

An Ziyu lowered her eyes slightly, and gently touched her lips with her hand.Yang Zhou had finished giggling, changed his clothes and got up.There was class this morning, but Yang Zhou planned to skip class. As for An Ziyu, that guy often skipped class, and it had become commonplace.

Just as Yang Zhou got out of bed, there was a knock on the door. Most of the people who knocked on the door at this time were the housekeeper's grandmother telling them to get up and have breakfast.An Ziyu saw that Yang Zhou had already changed his clothes, so he went to open the door.

The door opened, and as expected, it was the housekeeper grandma.

"Grandma, let's go down later." An Ziyu said.

"No..." The housekeeper's grandma looked at Yangzhou, then at An Ziyu. "It's the young master of the Heng family."

"Ah!" Yang Zhou was startled, Heng Shen came? !

He quickly looked at An Ziyu, only to see that An Ziyu was still holding the doorknob, his face was still pale.He let go of the doorknob, as if he didn't hear what the housekeeper's grandma said, he walked to the dressing table, picked up a mahogany comb and gently combed his hair.

"Master..." The butler's grandmother called out softly. She was over half a century old. Even though An Ziyu didn't talk about many things, she could vaguely see some things.

"I see, you go down first." An Ziyu said lightly.

Yangzhou walked to An Ziyu's side, and saw through the mirror that An Ziyu's face was even paler and more haggard. His delicate face was like those Yue opera dolls placed on the table in An's hall. If he could not feel his faint Breathing, Yangzhou once thought that what was in front of him was not a person, but a puppet buried for thousands of years.

"Ziyu, I'll take Shenshen away right away." Yang Zhou said, but An Ziyu combed his hair quietly as if he didn't hear anything.

Yangzhou walked to the door and looked back at An Ziyu, who was still combing his hair quietly.Yang Zhou gently closed the door and went downstairs to the hall.

After Yangzhou closed the door, An Ziyu took out an eyebrow trimmer from the drawer of the dressing table, looking at the sharp blade, An Ziyu suddenly smiled.

As soon as Yangzhou came downstairs, Heng Shen rushed forward and asked, "How is Ziyu? Why did he break up with me?" Although he didn't talk about the breakup text message yesterday, he knew that Yangzhou must have known.

Yang Zhou patted Heng Shen, signaling him not to worry.There were only him and Hengshen in the hall. An's father and An's mother went to the theater rehearsal very early. The housekeeper's grandmother returned to her house. The children had their children's secrets. She was an old woman who cared about them, but she couldn't interfere with them. .

"Zhouzhou...I..." Hengshen rubbed his hair, only then did Yangzhou notice that Hengshen is very haggard today, and he has a different image from the gentle and elegant gentleman in the past.

"It's okay, Shen Shen, I think I'd better go back first." Yang Zhou persuaded.

"I won't go back." Heng Shen suddenly roared. "I won't go back until I see Ziyu." Heng Shen grabbed Yangzhou, "Zhouzhou, you must help me, I really don't want to lose him..."

Seeing Hengshen like this, Yangzhou felt uncomfortable. He smiled lightly and calmly on weekdays, handling everything with ease, as if everything was in his own hands.Such a person once made Yangzhou feel oppressed, but today...Yangzhou discovered that Hengshen is only a child in his 20s, who will be sad, sad, afraid of losing, and afraid.

"Okay, I'll help you, but shall we go back first?" Yangzhou could only persuade Hengshen to go back first.

"No, I won't go back." Heng Shen shook Yang Zhou's hand violently, shaking his head. "I will never go back without seeing him."

Yangzhou was shaken by Heng Shen, and his center of gravity was unstable. He took a few steps back and sat directly on the chair in the hall. His hand touched the teacup on the table. With a bang, the teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

The sudden sound made Heng Shen stunned for a moment, and then he yelled, "An Ziyu, come out, don't hide from me, come out... An Ziyu..."

Yang Zhou looked at Heng Shen who seemed to be going crazy, and thought of An Ziyu who was quietly combing his hair in front of the mirror like a puppet, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Why is this...why are two people who love each other like this...

Heng Shen was still shouting An Ziyu's name desperately in the hall, but Yang Zhou didn't stop him, but sat on the chair in a daze, looking at the broken teacup on the ground.

"Master Heng." At this moment, the housekeeper's grandmother came out. "Stop shouting, if the young master wants to see you, he will come out."

"No, I must see him." Heng Shen said firmly.

"This..." The housekeeper grandma still wanted to persuade Hengshen, but she heard a voice saying coldly, "Grandma, you should go back to the house first."

"Ziyu..." He was very familiar with that voice. Heng Shen followed the sound and saw An Ziyu standing at the railing on the second floor. "You are finally willing to see me, Ziyu, let's not separate..."

"Forget about Hengshen." An Ziyu said lightly. "We are not all the way."

"Why?" Heng Shen was stunned. "Don't be like that, Ziyu, don't say that..." Heng Shen smiled, but it was a forced smile.

"It's very simple, I don't like you." An Ziyu said coldly. "I don't like you, I hate your family."

"No." Heng Shen suddenly remembered something. "Has someone been looking for you? Who is it? My mother?"

Yangzhou looked up at An Ziyu, but An Ziyu smiled, "No one has ever looked for me."

Yangzhou's fist clenched even tighter, and his nails sank deeply into the flesh.

"Don't lie to me." Heng Shen also smiled. "You don't lie at all."

"Oh? You think I won't lie?" An Ziyu stared at Heng Shen with half-closed eyes. "But I really hate you, what should I do?"

Heng Shen didn't speak, just looked at An Ziyu.Looking at Heng Shen's eyes, An Ziyu suddenly felt confused, and he turned his head slightly, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

"Are you still trying to lie to me like this?" Heng Shen suddenly changed, no longer the panicked look just now, but the same as before, with a gentle smile and a calm expression when dealing with things.

Yang Zhou didn't say a word from the beginning, but seeing Heng Shen at this moment, Yang Zhou only had one thought in his mind - Heng Shen is really a terrible person.

An Ziyu still tilted his head and did not answer Heng Shen's words.Heng Shen didn't speak again, but just looked at him like a cat staring at a mouse.

After a long time, An Ziyu said slowly, "Hengshen, it's really impossible for us." His tone became a little softer, but a little helpless.

"Stop talking stupid things." Heng Shen smiled slightly. "Be obedient, I pretend nothing happened."

"Hehe..." An Ziyu laughed softly. "Sure enough, this is you."

The corners of Hengshen's mouth rose slightly, noncommittal.

"But..." After saying these two words, An Ziyu suddenly felt dizzy, his body was unstable, and his right hand felt like he was holding on to the railing in front of him.

Hengshen's eyes were narrowed, and Yangzhou also vaguely felt a little uneasy.

"Hehe..." An Ziyu held on to the railing with one hand, while the other hand was hanging by his side. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but there was still a smile on his pale face.

"Really... Nothing happened... Then what if this is the case?" An Ziyu slowly raised the hand that was hanging down, only to see that there was a touch of red on the jade-like wrist.

"An Ziyu!" Heng Shen exclaimed, Yang Zhou also stood up abruptly and said, "What are you doing stupid!"

"Hehehe..." An Ziyu was still laughing.

Hengshen and Yangzhou hurried upstairs, An Ziyu leaned against the railing and shouted at Hengshen, "Don't come up."

He had just stepped up a step of stairs, and upon hearing this, Heng Shen suddenly stopped as if he had been frozen.

Yang Zhou took a look, trotted upstairs, there was a faint sweet smell in the air, Yang Zhou realized that An Ziyu's feet were already bright red.

An Ziyu smiled at Yang Zhou, but in Yang Zhou's eyes, it was just a twitch of the corner of his mouth.An Ziyu slowly stretched out his right hand, the bloodstains on his wrist were eye-catching and still bleeding.The five fingers of his pale right hand spread out, as if he wanted to grasp something, but no matter how he grasped, there was nothing in his hand, only passing air.

Suddenly, he seemed to have caught something—a hand, and he smiled faintly again, his eyes becoming dizzy.

"Ziyu..." Yangzhou held An Ziyu's hand tightly, his clothes were stained with mottled blood, just like the red plums of Aoxue in winter.Yang Zhou's voice trembled, he tried his best to control his emotions and said to An Ziyu. "Don't move around, be careful of excessive bleeding."

An Ziyu just smiled faintly, the blood flowed more and more, he opened his mouth, but he didn't have the strength to speak when he wanted to speak.Yang Zhou held An Ziyu's hand tightly with one hand, stretched out the other hand, tore open the sleeve with his teeth, and quickly stopped the bleeding from his wound with the torn cloth.

The blood was still bleeding, Yang Zhou yelled at Heng Shen who was downstairs: "Hurry up and call 120."

Heng Shen stared blankly at the stairs in front of him as if he hadn't heard.

"Hit 120!" Yang Zhou yelled almost hysterically.Heng Shen glanced at them slightly, but didn't take out his phone, but his expression became very cold.

Seeing Hengshen like this, Yang Zhou was furious, his breathing became short, and there was cold anger in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" The housekeeper's grandma heard Yang Zhou's voice and came out to take a look. As soon as she arrived at the hall, she saw An Ziyu who was dying in Yang Zhou's arms on the second floor, and exclaimed. "What's going on here?"

"Grandma, hurry up and call 120." Yangzhou didn't have time to explain so much.

"Alright..." The housekeeper called quickly.

Yang Zhou looked down at An Ziyu in his arms, to be honest, he didn't know why An Ziyu did this.Cutting his wrists was different from other suicides. His transition from life to death did not happen in an instant. He slowly looked at the bleeding scars on his wrists, and his spirit gradually became lax, and he slowly felt death.

He vaguely knew now that An Ziyu didn't want to commit suicide, he just wanted to break the bond between him and Heng Shen.Maybe Hengshen likes him, but Hengshen prefers power and status; maybe Hengshen doesn't like him, and being with him is not love. In his eyes, Tzuyu is just a beautiful collection. He wants to have him, just a possessive desire.

Ziyu likes him, knowing that, but still likes him, but...he knows that he only stays by Heng Shen's side as a collectible, which is not good for Heng Shen's situation in the Heng family.He can only choose to leave, but Hengshen will not let go so easily, because Hengshen still doesn't understand that his liking for An Ziyu just wants to have it.When he saw An Ziyu stretching out his right hand weakly to grab something, he suddenly understood that he really just wanted to have him, and his liking was not love, but liking for an item.

Heng Shen smiled, and he suddenly realized that he might not have such a thing as feelings at all, and he would never fall in love with someone at all.

120 came soon, and Yangzhou wanted to follow, but was stopped by the housekeeper.The housekeeper's grandma pointed to Yang Zhou's body, only to see that his body was covered in blood.

"I've already called the masters. Young Master Yang should go back and rest for a while before visiting my young master."

Yang Zhou nodded, watched the ambulance leave, and prayed that nothing would happen to An Ziyu.

Heng Shen followed Yang Zhou, Yang Zhou looked back at him, stopped a car and went back to school without saying anything.

His bloodstained body startled the uncle in the mail room of C University. Recently, he has been causing some unsettling things. I heard that old people over 70 years old have to sign life and death certificates when flying. This little bloodstained boy Brother, don't be a terrorist.

The uncle stopped Yang Zhou, Yang Zhou was not in the mood to explain, he fumbled in his pocket for a long time, took out his student ID card to show the uncle, and then went straight back to the dormitory.

Yangzhou didn't even take a change of clothes, so he ran directly to the toilet to take a cold shower. After the shower, he didn't wear anything, just slept on the bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

He just lay there like this. At noon, Li Xiao called to ask An Ziyu if he found it. Yang Zhou's eyes suddenly became a little sore, and he just called out with sobs——Daddy.

Hearing this, Li Xiao's heart twitched violently, "What happened?"

Yang Zhou didn't speak, and Li Xiao didn't ask any more questions. He tried his best to speak in the gentlest voice: "Then Daddy will tell you a story. A long time ago, there was a rabbit and a tortoise who raced..."

Li Xiao spoke very slowly, with a soft voice, like a mountain spring in spring.

Yang Zhou listened quietly, and when Li Xiao finished telling the story, Yang Zhou smiled, "Take me as a child."

"I regard you as my dear daughter." Li Xiao said. "Don't talk about unhappy things if you don't want to, but Daddy will stay by your side."

"Ah."

In the afternoon, Yangzhou went to the hospital to see An Ziyu. He was out of the emergency room. Fortunately, he was still in a coma after losing too much blood. There was nothing serious about him.

Seeing that An Ziyu hadn't woken up, Yang Zhou sat by the bed to accompany him.

The next day, An Ziyu woke up. He looked around and saw Yang Zhou sleeping next to the hospital bed, holding his hand with one hand, leaning his head on his pillow, sleeping soundly, and smacking his lips from time to time. Smack your lips.

A few days later, An Ziyu was discharged from the hospital. Instead of going back to school, he returned to An's small building.These few days Yangzhou missed a lot of classes, and when An Ziyu was discharged from the hospital, he hurried back to school to ask the teacher to borrow the handouts.Yangzhou has good grades and a sweet mouth. The teachers are very willing to lend Yangzhou the handouts.

Yangzhou spent two days on the weekend reading in his dormitory. When it was time to eat, Li Xiao appeared at the gate of C on time and dragged Yangzhou to eat.

The weekend was over, and An Ziyu hadn't come back yet, so he was a little worried, not to think about that dead monster again.He called and asked, and only said four words on the other end of the phone-I dropped out of school.

Yang Zhou froze while holding the mobile phone to his ear to answer the call, and the mobile phone in his hand fell to the ground with a "slap".

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