Sell ​​your pheromones

Du Nanyu was sitting in the visiting room, with an anxious face vaguely reflected on the transparent glass in front of him. It is said that people will wear a death look before they die. His face is white at this time, which is distinct from the black eyebrows and eyes. The boy's face can be said to be Juanxiu, but at the moment, it looks like a dummy whose facial features were forcibly put together, which seems a little out of harmony.Du Nanyu clasped his hands in front of his body and pressed his lower lip. Ever since he sat down, he had been biting his knuckles anxiously, as if he didn't know the pain, and the bite was bloody.

The opposite door creaked open, and Du Nanyu raised his head nervously, as if he didn't believe the established result. He propped himself on the table in front of him and leaned over to look behind the door opposite the isolation glass. The guarding policeman behind him grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back to the chair. Du Nanyu struggled twice, staring madly at the person who came in through the door.

Jiang Jinian walked in, the snow-white gauze in his hands had just been changed, and it still smelled of medicine. Under the leadership of the police, he pulled out a chair and sat calmly opposite Du Nanyu, and he had time to smooth the folds of his trousers on his thighs.

"What about him? Why didn't he come?!" The voice processed by the microphone came out with the sound of electric current. The guarding police officer who had been solid behind him pressed back hard.

Jiang Jinian asked knowingly, "Who?" The dark blue shimmering pupils and crazy eyes met impartially, as if there was some kind of magical power, Du Nanyu was stunned, he didn't know what he thought of, the original irritable momentum slowly subsided, and finally calm down.Du Nanyu's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound, but from the shape of his lips, he could tell that what he wanted to say was... Ah Xin.

Jiang Jinian looked at the opposite soul who was only wearing a rotting body. Du Nanyu's current state could no longer be called a person.Jiang Jinian had always hoped that this person would become better and develop in the best direction that Du Xiyu expected, but things went against what he expected.

"Is there anything else you want to say? Or if you leave it to him, I can convey it at the end."

Du Nanyu didn't speak, he looked at Jiang Jinian, his madly struggling eyes seemed to be confused for a moment.Du Nanyu had undergone a psychiatric appraisal after he was put in prison. He had a mild abusive disorder, accompanied by a paranoid and indifferent personality, but why did such a ruthless and terrifying person have such a strong obsession with Jiang Jishen.Up to now, no one seems to pay attention to this issue, and no one cares, because the debts on his body have soaked and rotted his whole body. When a mad dog biting people madly on the street is finally shot dead, who cares why he go Ape?

Du Nanyu's eyelids closed, his expression indifferent.

Apart from Jiang Jixin, he had nothing to say to others.

Jiang Jinian patiently waited until the end of the visiting hours. Du Nanyu was lifted from the stool by the supervision policeman's shoulders. He did not violently resist or even struggle. "I have one more request." Du Nanyu turned his back to Jiang Jinian, and said, "There is a small box under the pillow in my room. You bring it to me when I am executing my sentence." The bright-eyed handcuffs were ruthless With a cold light, there was a clanging sound as it moved, and Du Nanyu was taken back to the cell.

Jiang Jinian looked at the back of Alpha who was not strong behind the glass, and the orange prison uniform made him look bigger. He remembered that Du Nanyu had just turned 18 this year.

The bright sunlight swept across rows of tidy gray tombstones, and the black and white photos above recorded the voice and appearance of the deceased.Death is always fair. When a person is alive, whether he is a good person or a heinous person, a high-ranking official or a street vendor, they are all burned to ashes by a raging fire after death.Burning incense and paper, paying homage to the dead, treating death as life, the more meaning is to leave a place for the living to hold their thoughts and emotions.

Jiang Jinian stood in front of the tombstone holding a large bouquet of June snow. The row of lush pine trees planted around the cemetery obliquely cast a shadow in the afternoon sun, just hitting Du Xiyu's tombstone. This is a high-end cemetery with strict forest fire prevention. Strict investigation, the paper has not been burned since the beginning of the development of the cemetery.

Jiang Jinian put the large bouquet of snow-white flowers in front of the grave, and Du Xiyu's smile was more gentle in the photo against the dots of petals.Jiang Jinian stood there, hiding all around, the wind blowing up the weed leaves falling on the bluestone slabs and hanging on the legs of the spotless suit trousers.

Until the sun slanted westward, the sunset glow burned the western half of the conversation red, his face melted into the fire-colored glow, and his bluish hair dimmed into purple red.

"You..." Jiang Jinian, who had been standing for half an afternoon and almost became a living sculpture, let out a helpless sigh. Looking at the black and white photo on the tombstone, his eyes were slightly bent, and he lifted his trousers lightly and squatted down on one knee. "You're really embarrassing me." He rested his palm on the top of the marble tombstone, which was still warm from the sun, like a lover flirting with each other, lightly reproaching him. "I'm such a ruthless person"

Put all the decision-making power in your own hands, let him act as a supervisor, and dig out your lover's glands with your own hands.

"Fortunately, I didn't disappoint you."

The Jiang family and the Lu family both live in the same community.After Jiang Jinian came back from the cemetery, he parked his car at the entrance of Lu's house and walked in. The brightly lit second-floor apartment was solemn. Mrs. Du was lying on the sofa with red eyes and was still sobbing, as if she had been crying all day and couldn't even climb. stand up.

Du Mingxu sat next to him, with two extra strands of white hair between his ears and temples, and his nasolabial folds were heavily shaded. Under the warm light in the living room, he seemed to be ten years older than before.When people reach middle age, they experience the pain of bereavement again.Even if you haven't seen the warm and harmonious people in the past, you will feel sad when you face the current fragmentation, because the human heart is made of flesh, and sad emotions can resonate more than joy.

But Jiang Jinian is probably a different kind. He obviously lives in a very harmonious family, but his ability to empathize is very weak since he was a child. His smile and sadness are often caused by the situation rather than the depth of the emotion. With Du Xiyu's death disappearing, it became a pool of stagnant water - human beings' sorrows and joys are not connected, he only felt the noise.

Because of this, Du Xiyu gave him the final and unfeeling decision.

Jiang Jinian lowered his eyes, walked in with strides, and politely comforted him in the dullness, explaining his purpose of coming.

Madam Du, who was struggling to raise her head, burst into tears after hearing this, lying on the sofa and unable to get up again. "Why did it become like this, why did a good family become like this?" She seemed to be only one sentence, repeating it over and over again.Originally a complete family, who passed away, who committed crimes, at their age, it is no longer possible to have children.The nanny at home tried to pull her up, but she couldn't.

Du Mingxu had a hard time even sighing, his trembling hands rested on his knees, he seemed a little at a loss, after several times he couldn't help himself, he seemed to realize what Jiang Jinian was saying, and rubbed his face.

"You come with me."

Du Mingxu led Jiang Jinian upstairs, and he clenched his hand tightly the moment he climbed the handrail, the veins on the back of his hand were all tingly.