There is always scum who wants to be reborn

The air froze for an instant, and the beating heartbeats of two people could be heard in his ears. Zhu Wanxing looked at Lu Tinghe in a daze and at a loss. He couldn't understand those sad emotions, he couldn't figure out the change of Lu Tinghe's attitude, and he couldn't discern the warmth at the moment Is it real, or is it the prelude to the next nightmare.

Lu Tinghe didn't ask him to answer, he lifted the quilt and wrapped him in his arms, and kept stroking his forehead like coaxing a child. The ironed palm was very comfortable on the forehead, until the person in his arms was about to fall asleep Lu Tinghe didn't Slowly said: "Zhu Wanxing, I lied."

"I said that I have never liked you in five years. This sentence is false."

Zhu Wanxing didn't say a word, and his throat really couldn't make any sound, as if it was blocked by cotton.

Lu Tinghe's hand moved to his neck, and his five fingers tightened a little bit, grabbing his Adam's apple, "From the moment I saw you, I made up my mind to make your life worse than death."

"In the locked basement at home, there are torture instruments hanging all over the wall. I dug a hole for the aromatherapy you love to use when you sleep, and I dug a hole to fill it with metronidazole. And the estrus when you called me to accompany you, and Remember that suppressant I gave you?"

Zhu Wanxing nodded his head in a daze, Lu Tinghe said frankly: "I once thought about replacing it with the medicine you gave me in the previous life."

"So I used the inhibitor very quickly. I was afraid that if the action was a little slower, I couldn't help but really change it."

"These are just the tip of the iceberg. I have thought of hundreds of ways to torture you, but...all of them are in vain..." Lu Tinghe let go of the palm that was holding his neck, and completely surrendered:

"I can't do it at all."

Zhu Wanxing stared at him blankly, her eye sockets were very hot, as if she was holding a mouthful of hot water that would flow down at any moment, but there was a layer of fine mottled light shining.

Lu Tinghe seemed to see the little boy who lost his way in the mountains many years ago again, holding him with his soft hand, and said with a smile, "I am your little star."

No one knows how many years he has survived by relying on this sentence, from his teens to his 25th birthday, from the small mountain village to the front of Zhu Wanxing.

I accepted it because of a joke, but in the end I really fell for it.

Lu Tinghe lowered his head and laughed, bringing out a few tears, he slowly took Zhu Wanxing's hand, rubbing the scar on it.

"Wan Xing, I fell in love with you when I didn't know what liking is, and then my wish came true, and I was really with you. In those years, I was very happy every day. When I thought of the person lying in my arms You, I have to pinch my palms to see if I'm dreaming."

Zhu Wanxing buried her face on his shoulder, bit her lower lip tightly to suppress her sobs, the water in her eyes finally overflowed, soaking their chests.

"But not long after the good times, I woke up from my dream. Lu Linjiang faked his death. I was drunk and signed a contract by you, and I was made a scapegoat. I was imprisoned by Lu Fengchuan in a mental hospital. After escaping, I jumped off the building and committed suicide."

Lu Tinghe opened up his half life in two or three sentences, and spread it bloody in front of the two of them. Zhu Wanxing was already crying sobbingly, and kept shaking his head to apologize.

"I hate Lu Linjiang and Lu Fengchuan, but I hate you the most."

Lu Tinghe continued to confess as if masochistic: "I have been alone since I can remember, no one cares about me, other children have to run home when it is cloudy, rainy, Chinese New Year and holidays, but I don't know where to go, this is my fate , I deserve it, I can’t blame anyone except my parents.”

"But Zhu Wanxing, you are different, you are the one who provoked me first..."

He stroked Zhu Wanxing's face full of tears and said word by word: "It's you who said you like it, you said you care, it's you who said you'll be with me forever! But why...why don't you speak? It counts... um? Why did you lie to me..."

"It doesn't matter who handed me that glass of wine, but if it can't be you, it can't be you! Do you understand?"

Lu Tinghe pinched his chin hard, kissed the corners of his moist eyes, "Little boy, you can't finish saying you like me and then throw me away...you can't do this..."

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I was wrong..." Zhu Wanxing finally couldn't hold back his crying, and broke out like a collapse: "I don't know that Lu Fengchuan changed my wine, I don't know what's inside There are medicines, I just want to get you drunk...I'm sorry, brother...it's all my fault...I'm really sorry..."

"It's me... I'm too selfish. I'm afraid of something happening at home, and I'm afraid I'll lose everything... Lu Fengchuan came to me with the contract, saying that he lied to you to sign and give up the right of inheritance. I also know that the contract may There is a problem, but I dare not ask someone to check..."

Zhu Wanxing grabbed the hem of his clothes and lowered his head. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "I'm afraid that if we find out, I won't be able to lie to you again..."

Lu Tinghe took a deep breath, closed his eyes, Zhu Wanxing slid out of his arms, and spoke incoherently with red eyes.

"I'm just a selfish coward...I only think about myself..."

He knelt on the bed, grabbed the corner of Lu Tinghe's clothes, wept uncontrollably, and continued to confess: "I know there may be a problem with the contract...but I didn't know it would be like that, it's all my fault...it's I killed you...I watched them take you away and lock you up...but I couldn't save you..."

"I didn't know my heart until something happened to you, but it was too late...I went too late...It was all screwed up...You and I, we were all ruined...by me Ruined... sorry... I was really wrong..."

The truth of the past life is the serious old disease stuck in the bones and blood of the two of them. When it was cut open, it was painful, and a lot of poisonous blood flowed out of the wound.

The reason why Lu Tinghe has been unable to escape the prison in his heart for so many years is because he has always had a set of false truths in his head. In that set of truths, Zhu Wanxing planned step by step to drag him into hell.

But now that set of falsehoods has been broken, although the original truth is not very good-looking, but at least it does not have a big mouth and sharp fangs.

Zhu Wanxing cried for a long time that day. He told all the details of his "persecution" of Lu Tinghe, but he didn't mention his own death, the father and son of the Lu family, or the night when Lu Tinghe got drunk and what happened on the mountain.

Lu Tinghe didn't ask, he waited for the person to finish crying before taking out a bag from under the bed and handing it to the person. Inside was the burnt star pillow.

Only half of the pillow was burnt, Lu Tinghe stuffed the cotton in again, cut off his close-fitting shirt and tie crookedly and sewed it into the other half, and he could smell a faint ebony fragrance when he got close.

He stroked Zhu Wanxing's dazed eyes, and said softly: "Zhu Wanxing, I will return your star to you, and you will return mine to me, okay?"