Chapter 27 Forbearance
Ever since he knew that his stepfather was not at home, Lin Jinyang always made excuses to let him spend the night in the house he rented.
Lu Qingzhu couldn't refuse his request, so he always agreed, and lived with Lin Jinyang for one or two days almost every week.
After a long time, Lu Qingzhu found that he began to fear that cage-like home.
He didn't want to go back more and more, and every time he stood in front of the anti-theft door with peeling paint, he could clearly feel the slight trembling of his hand holding the key.
don't want to open.
He was afraid that he would open the door by himself, where the man who had given him endless pain would be standing there.
He really didn't want to go back to this horrible home again.
However, he can't leave here just yet.
After ten years of torture, he couldn't let this devil-like man go so easily.
The cycle of cause and effect, the retribution is unhappy.
For ten years of pain, he must make the violent devil pay ten times the price. Only in this way can the anger and resentment burning in his heart be quelled day and night.
As usual, he said goodbye to Lin Jinyang and came to the door. He took out the key, and the moment the door was opened, someone stood at the door with the smell of alcohol, and his eyes were full of disgust and contempt.
It only takes a brief moment for the deadly fear and fear to come to my mind.
Lu Qingzhu subconsciously turned around and wanted to run, but the man in the door suddenly grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the cage alive by his hair.
Everything after that was like a nightmare.
Forcing him to take out the school subsidy for the poor students' food expenses, the man left with a drunken smell of alcohol.
The painted door slowly closed in front of him, and he lay on the floor, his bloody throat hoarse, each breath tearing at the bloody pain.
He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. When he woke up, the sky outside the window was as quiet as a dark lake.
The room was eerily quiet, nothing but the dim light outside the window.
He was afraid that his stepfather would turn back halfway, so he propped himself up from the floor.
Going out and down the stone steps, he was staggering, and his back, which had just been beaten by the belt, hurt like a fire.
it does not matter. Gritting his teeth, he turned the corner, and the dim street lamps cast a dim light on the blue-gray stone bricks. He marched forward with difficulty on the thin light, and finally stopped exhausted under a camphor tree.
I don't feel pain. Lu Qingzhu raised his hand to cover his pale lips, blood oozes out of his throat, and the vomited gastric juice was mixed with a thin blood red.
I don't feel pain at all.
As long as he can personally send that man to prison, he is willing to endure no matter how painful it is.
...
Lin Jinyang got up on a whim and lit a cigarette by the window.
The night in Jiangnan is very quiet, the streets are empty in the early hours of the morning, and a layer of fine water droplets is condensed on the cold glass windows. Reached out and pushed the window open a gap to let the smoke dissipate with the wind, and the air outside the window was filled with damp mist.
But at this moment, on the side of the silent street, where the green-grey street and the indigo-sky curtain meet dimly, someone staggered on the sidewalk under the lantern shade, and the wet and cold dew in the early morning wet the soft broken hair on his forehead.
His eyes trembled slightly, and his eyes widened subconsciously.
The people under the street lamps raised their heads as if feeling something, their pale and delicate features, and the dark eyes filled with sad rain.
He raised his head and looked at the cloudy sky above his head. The expression on his face was a loss of grief, as if he would disappear into the misty and quiet winter night with the wind blowing by his side in the next second.
Lin Jinyang was stunned.
In the blank mind, a nerve was tightly tightened until it broke.
He slammed for the door like mad, running down the stairs all the way.
"Lu Qingzhu!" He called out the other party's name, his voice slightly hoarse, as if he wanted to recall something that would eventually be lost, so frightened, so powerless.
The person standing under the street lamp turned back when he heard the sound, his dark eyes were filled with surprise and trance, and his pale face was full of nakedness and sadness that could not be concealed.
Lin Jinyang walked over and hugged him suddenly.
Penetrating through the dark night and rushing into the light, he held the person in front of him into his arms as if he was grasping a wisp of fog that was about to dissipate in the cold winter, with careful gentleness in the strength he tried to restrain.
"Lin Jinyang?" Not knowing why the other party looked so eager, Lu Qingzhu subconsciously opened his arms and let the other party hold him tightly in his arms, the tide-white light softened the unruly sharpness of the man's facial features.
"Lu Qingzhu, what are you doing here if you don't come home so late?" With a harsh tone, the man hugged him and panted slightly. The strength of his arms was like a bunch of fragile and fragile flowers. The gentleness that can't bear to be criticized, the familiar warmth slowly surrounds him from behind, and the numbness of the limbs from the cold senses the warmth.
"Can't you feel how cold it is outside?!" Lin Jinyang hurriedly took off his coat and wrapped him, with a burning and gentle expression in his dark eyes, "What if you wear so little, what if you get sick! "
For no reason, he suddenly cried.
This heart, which was aching from the bitterness of the cold winter, seemed to be immersed in warm water filled with steam at this moment. He wanted to cry for no reason.
So he stretched out his hand, the back of his pale hand was covered with bruises, and he was still tentatively grasping the corner of the other person's clothes with his aching fingers.
"Lu Qingzhu?" Lin Jinyang, who noticed something was wrong, lowered his head, and his free eyes trembled when he saw the bruised and mottled bruises on the back of his hand.
"Lin Jinyang, I don't want to go back." The person in his arms whispered, his slightly hoarse voice seemed to be trying to hold back something, cold tears smeared wet tears on the pale cheeks.
I never want to go back to that terrifying and icy place like a cage.
I know it's despicable to seek your sympathy with such a pitiful appearance, but when I escaped from that house, the only person I thought of was you.
So... just this time, okay...
Just this time, please don't push me away.
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Lin Jinyang didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and led him back to the rental house.
In a month, he already knew everything in this room like the back of his hand. Lin Jinyang took a pajamas and let him wash and change clothes to sleep, but just when he wanted to change clothes, Lin Jinyang grabbed him suddenly, lifted his shirt and insisted on giving him medicine.
Sitting on the bedside in the bedroom with his back to Lin Jinyang, Lu Qingzhu was full of anxiety, and his back was so hot that it seemed like a fire had burned.
Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could imagine how fiery and burning the eyes of the man behind him must have been.
Inch by inch, heart-burning pain.
"Lin Jinyang, don't look at it." Lu Qingzhu wanted to cry a little.
He originally thought that he was no longer the weak and cowardly appearance he had once been reborn, but every time he faced this person who he carefully hid in his heart and held in his heart, his inferiority and fear would flood out like a flood, and it was easy. swallow him up.
"Don't turn around." With a hoarse whisper, the man behind him pressed his shoulder.
Lin Jinyang shivered and stretched out his hand to cover the wounds on the thin butterfly-like back.
"Lu Qingzhu, remember me, I don't hate you, no matter what you do, no matter what you become, I won't hate you."
So don't turn around and see my uncontrollable ferocity now.
The anger and cruelty in these eyes shouldn't be seen by you, I don't want you to be afraid of me.
After taking the medicine on the ground carefully and laying on the bed, Lin Jinyang turned down the brightness of the desk lamp, and the two of them lay quietly on a single bed.
"Lu Qingzhu, if you feel cold, lean over." Lin Jinyang opened his eyes and looked at the person beside him who was shivering in the corner of the bed.
Unexpectedly, Lin Jinyang still hadn't fallen asleep at this time, Lu Qingzhu shuddered, and hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended that he had fallen asleep.
Lin Jinyang's hand slowly touched it.
The blanket between the two was terribly cold, and when his hand touched the other's back, he could clearly feel the trembling of the man's shoulder.
So he stretched out his hand to wrap the man's thin shoulders and hugged him beside him.
Lu Qingzhu is very thin, so he can easily carry someone from the side of the bed into his arms.
Sensing that he had fallen into a warm embrace, Lu Qingzhu dared not pretend any more. He opened his eyes and wanted to hide, but the other party seemed to know that he would reach out and push him away, so he reached out and gently grasped his wrist. .
Very thin and cold.
Then gently, he pressed his icy palms to his hot chest, where his heart was beating.
The hand he wanted to push away seemed to have suddenly lost its strength, and he gently released it, like a wounded rabbit seeking comfort, seeking protection in the arms of the wolf.
Lin Jinyang quickly fell asleep, he reached out and closed the curtain to block the streetlights outside the window, and then tentatively, he quietly reached out and grabbed the other's tail finger.
In the sky outside the window, there is no light and no moon, only the thin light falls silently.
Lu Qingzhu lowered his head, buried himself in Lin Jinyang's arms, and blocked the overflowing tears in his eyes with forbearance.
Lin Jinyang, you know what?
Actually, I am afraid of winter.
Because Lu Qingzhu in his previous life died in the seventeenth winter of his life.
At that time, how much I hoped that I could survive that long winter, even if the pain was so hoarse that I was so weak and dying, I tried my best to bear it, just to see you again when the spring flowers bloomed.
But I never thought that in the winter of seventeen years old, you disappeared into the raging fire, and I hugged your corpse and slept forever in that cold and bleak winter night.
The author has something to say: I'm sorry for the limited writing! It's the first time I've written this kind of article. If there is something that makes you dissatisfied, I'm really, really sorry, and I'll correct it as soon as possible.
I will revise the previous article at the same time to reduce the length of the description of the creation and the environment, and I will also pay attention to it later. I have a problem with my writing habits. I am really sorry.
