Chapter 10 I'll Find You
Running through the misty streets, he finally found Lin Jinyang in the alley next to the school.
In the days when he was in contact with Lin Jinyang, he repeatedly warned himself not to intervene in each other's life, soberly and cruelly drew the distance between each other, and did not dare to approach.
He thought he could hold back until he reversed the trajectory of his past destiny and let the other party live in peace, he would take the initiative to withdraw from his sight of his life and erase all the traces he left in his life.
He warned himself countless times not to get involved too much with Lin Jinyang, but now, just one look and one expression from the other party made him easily collapse.
He stared blankly at the boy who was sitting in the quiet alley with his head bowed and silent.
As if aware of his existence, the man's eyes looked over and slowly stopped on his face. At that moment, the whole person seemed to be dragged into the cold and pitch-black sea water, his vision was stagnant and his reason collapsed, and even his breathing stopped with the wind.
It hurts, really hurts.
He staggered forward two steps, and cold tears fell down his cheeks like this.
Every drop of blood that dripped down his fingertips was like lava falling from his heart, easily burning through his beating heart.
Lin Jinyang, this heart that beats again because of you is now also cut into pieces because of your pain.
He didn't have time to think about anything, turned around and ran home out of breath, hurriedly taking out a carefully hidden roll of banknotes from a drawer in his room.
He took the money and hurried out immediately, not wanting to stay for a moment.
Lin Jinyang was so badly injured that he had to send him to the hospital. The money he usually saved by living frugally was not much, but it should be enough to pay for the medical expenses in advance.
But he walked too hastily, and his mind was filled with the appearance of Lin Jinyang's injury, so that he didn't notice that the harsh snoring in the next room had stopped at some point, and the false door was opened so unexpectedly.
"Where are you going, Lu Qingzhu! Come back to me!"
The man grabbed his arm, a strong smell of alcohol rushed to his face, and his fingers pinched his injured wrist, forcing him to let go of the hand that was holding the money.
"Where did you get the money!" The man pinched him to the floor while pinching him by the neck, and the belt that had beaten him countless times hit his injured back again.
"Don't you mean you have no money! What are you trying to do with your money! How dare you steal Lao Tzu's money!"
"It's not yours!"
"Damn you, don't you dare to talk back! Are you a bastard looking for a fight!"
He struggled desperately, trying to run out again and again and was pushed to the ground by his hair again and again, until his skinny back was ripped open by the belt and drenched in blood.
He was in a heart-wrenching pain, blood choked from his hoarse throat, and his slender fingers scratched dazzling bloodstains on the dark floor.
In the end, he collapsed on the cold floor, exhausted, blood dripping down his fingertips, and a horrific gleam of blood appeared in his dark eyes.
He is going out.
That man...was waiting for him.
He looked up at the sky outside the window, the thick darkness enveloped this dead rainy night, no stars, no sun and moon.
He had never hated his own weakness as much as he did now.
This thin and dying body could not even resist in the face of unprovoked violence.
"Let go of me!" he screamed hoarsely.
No matter how tame and harmless rabbits are, they also have sharp teeth. The more gentle and silent people are, the more terrible the moment they erupt.
He opened his mouth and bit on the man's arm, tearing apart the layer of flesh and blood, and the disgusting smell of blood spread in his mouth.
The man smashed his head against the wall in pain, and yelled at him to let him go. He was almost dizzy in pain, blood kept gushing out from his throat, but his clenched teeth never loosened.
The man was probably frightened by his crazy resistance, and slammed his head against the wall to force him to let go.
He almost lost consciousness in pain, and when he fell to the floor, his eyes were dark, and the severe pain in his chest made him almost breathless.
"It's really bad luck! Let's see how I'll deal with you when I come back!" The man kicked him violently, looking at the bite on his arm and scolding as he walked out, probably going to the hospital.
He staggered up from the ground, the roll of banknotes tightly in his hand was soaked a little with blood. He put the money carefully in his pocket, then walked into the rain with an umbrella.
The stone steps in the old city are covered with moss in the passage of time. This road he has traveled countless times has now been soaked by rain and cracked. He dragged a scarred body and staggered in the pouring rain. Tears welled up in his eyes, letting the cold, falling rain soak him in.
The night on the long street was as cold as snow, and the pitch-black thunderstorm turned into a three-way river flowing over his ankles. This was his road from Huangquan to the world.
He had heard from the old man that in the legend, the obsessive soul of the deceased, because there is an inescapable concern in the human world, so if you don't drink Meng Po soup, you can't pass the Naihe Bridge, and would rather not enter the reincarnation and endure the bite of the ghosts, and you must do whatever it takes. Go back to the world against the Santu River.
He staggered step by step in the pitch-black rain, the icy water droplets washed down his bloody back, and thin blood dripped down the corners of his soaked clothes.
Probably Lin Jinyang is the obsession of Lu Qingzhu's life.
Knowing that all this will have no result, knowing that the final outcome is only self-immolation, but he still pursues it at all costs.
The moth born in the dark fell in love with the flame, and such love was destined to end in bloody tragedy.
In this world, there is probably nothing more tragic than knowing that it is impossible to go all out.
But even so, even with this ending, I still love you.
So...wait for me...wait for me, okay...
I will never leave you...
I'll come to you right away...
[The moth who fell in love with the flame said to his beloved flame, please let me die in your arms. 】
【If you let me choose an ending, I want to be reduced to ashes in your arms. 】
Although smashed to pieces, it was sweet.
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To be honest, it was completely unexpected for him to meet Lu Qingzhu in such a place.
He didn't want the other party to see him so embarrassed, and he didn't want to reveal his scars in front of someone he had just met for a while. But deep in his heart, he just ran in the opposite direction, forbearingly longing for that person to come to him and grab his hand.
So he raised his head and made eye contact with him.
The night was heavy and the fog was lingering. The slender young man stood under the dim yellow street lamp and looked up at him. The warm and mellow taste of April kapok spread in the white mist.
He couldn't see the expression on Lu Qingzhu's face, he only knew that he hesitated and took two steps in his direction, then turned and staggered away.
And he sat in the icy rain, staring at the back of the man who fled in self-deprecation.
A certain corner of my heart seemed to collapse like this.
Sure enough, everyone is the same.
Lu Qingzhu, even you are afraid to approach me.
Even you... are like those people...
He lowered his head silently, like a wounded beast, with his back against the wall, curled up with bloody wounds.
I don't know how long it took, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the whole world was wrapped in the noisy sound of rain. He struggled to get up from the ground, staggering forward with his hands on the wall, letting the rain wash his blurred vision.
However, in the next second, the roaring rain continued, and the rain falling on him suddenly stopped.
The person who he thought had abandoned him like everyone else, now ran up to him panting and raised his hand to shield him from the rain falling from the sky above his head.
The time is already October, and the humid air in the south has already been a little cold and cold in the middle of winter.
The person in front of him was wearing only a thin shirt, looking at him with red eyes against the dim yellow light.
He held a warm yellow umbrella in his hand, but the patter of rain soaked him all over, and his pale lips were blue with freezing.
"Lin Jinyang, do you hurt?"
Dumbfounded for a moment.
For seventeen years, for seventeen years, no one has ever asked him whether he was hurt or not.
He is a monster who grows stubbornly in loneliness and indifference, and he never feels pain.
But now, those tearful eyes stared at him with the utmost tenderness, the sound of the wind lingered in the misty eyes, and everything was quiet, only a large piece of gentle flowing sea water was flowing, wrapping him and infiltrating his soul. The temperature seemed to drown him in that peaceful and warm ocean.
Lin Jinyang felt that his heart was like a piece of white paper, slowly crumpling in the cold palm, every broken crease was the stinging pain of the nerve being picked up by the needle tip.
The hustle and bustle of the whole rainy night is now calm.
Lin Jinyang remembered the person in the dream, with the same beautiful eyes, he looked at him with tears streaming down his face with a sad expression.
But the man in the dream was not tears, but blood.
The sky above his head flashed and thundered, and the memory left in his mind became clearer and clearer. He remembered that the man cried for him and blinded his eyes, and the red tears fell drop by drop.
It hurts so much.
He watched the man hold his hand gently, and the soft finger pads carefully covered the hideous wound on the back of his hand.
The wounds left by fighting people during the day, the eversion of the flesh was washed white by the rain, and the stinging pain spread to the heart.
Why are you still looking for me...
When you turned around, I was ready for you to never come back, because I was used to being abandoned.
These bloody hands, even my relatives who gave birth to me and raised me are unwilling to touch them, how can I expect you to hold them.
The tears in those eyes became brighter, and they were as gentle as fallen stars, and they fell down his cheeks drop by drop.
The taxi on the side of the road honked its horn at them. Lu Qingzhu put an umbrella on his shoulders to block the rain falling over his head. His thin shoulders supported his body and staggered into the taxi.
Lin Jinyang stared blankly at the face that was so close at hand.
The thick darkness surrounds him silently, and he can't see the other's face clearly, only the outline of the other's face can be vaguely seen.
He remembered that he said that the person he likes is gentle and well-behaved, and must have the most beautiful eyes in the world.
The people beside him are born with a pair of clean and clear pupils, and their eyes are pure and gentle, like the clear lake water sprinkled by the warm spring light in March, more like walking in a smog-ridden city, looking up and seeing inadvertently. blue sky.
Maybe it's God's will.
In the dark night, with lightning and thunder, he met a warm star in a purgatory-like thick and cold darkness.
"Please go to the central hospital, my friend is injured, please hurry up!"
The Central Hospital is not far from the old city, and it takes only ten minutes in total to reach the entrance of the hospital.
It was still raining heavily, and the boy in the back seat carefully helped him out of the taxi and closed the door.
"Thank you, Mr. Driver." The teenager outside the window handed him a few banknotes and turned away without waiting for his change.
"Young man! You give too much money!"
"Take it." The gentle voice of the man came vaguely from the noisy rain, "I'm the one who caused you trouble."
The taxi driver looked at the money that was several times more than the fare in his hand, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned his head and found that he was in the back seat of the taxi, and there was a big beach where the child had just sat. Dark traces, not like rain, but more like-
"Boom--" A dull thunder sounded, and ferocious lightning cut through the dark night to illuminate the line of sight.
At that moment of light, blood dripped on the steps that the skinny boy walked on. Without the scouring of the rain, the dazzling redness spread on his bony back.
His fingers trembled slightly, and when he looked down, the few hundred-yuan bills in his hand were also stained with some thin bloodstains.
