In the narrow alley, not even the moonlight could shine in. Through Lu Shi's eyes, Chu Yu seemed to be able to see the endless pain of being trapped in a square inch.
He grabbed Lu Shi's wrist and moved his hand from his chin.
The chin was pinched a little sore, and it is estimated that the skin is red. Chu Yu didn't take this into consideration, raised his arms and hugged Lu Shi actively. With this posture, his teeth gnawed into Lu Shi's shoulder.
The force is heavy, the bite is deep.
The blood was sucked into his mouth and swallowed down his throat. Chu Yu let the blood stick to his lips, looked directly at Lu Shi, and smiled, "If you think your blood is dirty, then I sucked so much blood from you, Just like you, it's already dirty."
"So, do you feel any better?"
Chu Yu didn't bring Lu Shi back to school. He smelled of alcohol and was bumped into by someone with a heart, which was not a good thing.
After hiring a taxi, Chu Yu helped him to Qingchuan Road.
The weather is cold, especially at night, the wind is so cold that the sweater can't stop it, Qingchuan Road is quiet, and there are no people. The street lights have never been repaired, and some are still on and some are not.
Chu Yu took a few steps and turned around to take a look, not because he was afraid of people following him, but mainly because he was afraid of ghosts.
After finally putting the person on the bed in the bedroom to lie down, Chu Yu stood beside the bed and took out his mobile phone to search for how to take care of a drunk person.
"Drink a lot of water, sugar water, weak tea, mung bean soup, tomato juice..."
Chu Yu ran to the kitchen, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, but couldn't find a handful of rice. It was estimated that if there were mice in the house, they would starve to death.
Not even a spoonful of white sugar, let alone tea leaves, mung beans, and tomatoes.
"You can't lie flat, you have to lie on your side..."
Going back to the bedroom, putting the phone aside, Chu Yu rubbed his hands, bent over with a horse stance, and put his hands on Lu Shi's back, ready to exert force.
But he didn't want to, Lu Shi put his hand on the back of his hand, and then held his four fingers, "Don't make trouble."
His voice was hoarse, like strong wine.
Chu Yu gathered up his strength and squatted quietly by the bed, holding his left hand at Lu Shi and his right hand on his chin.
He looked at Lu Shi's closed eyes, sharp eyebrows, and the young man's angular jawline, and he was fascinated.
The skin on the side of the neck was so hot that there seemed to be tears from the landing.
He was full of questions in his heart, but they were all mixed up, but he didn't know what to ask.
If I have to say it, I just feel... very distressed.
What should Lu Shi be like
It should be in school, with the best grades, praised by teachers and admired by classmates. It was on Qingchuan Road, where beating people was never soft, and few people dared to provoke them. Or on the track, with the phantom scenery outside the car window as a foil.
Instead of leaning on his shoulders in a cramped and dark alley, silently and restrained, not allowing anyone to see him shed tears.
But maybe everyone is like that
What other people see is bright and beautiful. But the inside that outsiders can't see through, has already become a wasteland. Just like when others see him, he is the most favored young master of the Chu family.
There is no real empathy in this world.
Lu Shi felt like he was dreaming.
He seemed to have changed into what he looked like when he was a child, wearing a school uniform and going home with a schoolbag on his back.
Pushing open the iron door, there were a few flower scissors scattered in the garden. The Lu family's mansion was silent, no one could see, not even the wind.
Holding the transcript, he pushed open the door, passed the empty living room, and ran up the stairs. Dengdengdeng, up and down, inside and out, only his own footsteps echoed.
Passing a closed door, a strange sound was suddenly heard. Panting, screaming, like thick mucus, constantly seeping from the crack of the door, dirtying the soles of his shoes.
"You're back."
When Lu Shi turned his head, he saw a woman standing in the deep corridor. The woman's face was hidden in the dark, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.
Feeling happy, Lu Shi no longer paid attention to the mucus under his feet, turned around and ran to the woman, and said excitedly, "Mom, look, I took the first place again!"
The woman was wearing a luxurious evening dress and complained, "Little bastard, did you hear that, your father has other women, and he brought those bitches home to hang out with! Why does he keep repeating Three places can't control themselves? Why? Lu Shi, the blood in your body is so dirty, it's really disgusting."
The light coming in from the window dragged the woman's shadow long. The black figure kept getting longer and bigger, like a terrifying monster hiding in the dark, stretched out its sharp claws and grabbed at Lu Shi.
Lu Shi held the transcript, Queen Cang stepped back, her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat, "Go away, don't touch me, go, go—"
Calling for help and struggling had no effect, Lu Shi was drawn into the shadows, and the next second, he was thrown into the river again.
The water was bone-chilling, dark and dark, and he seemed to be trapped in a box, and could only let himself sink and sink again—
"Lu Shi!"
Lu Shi suddenly opened his eyes.
He saw Chu Yu standing beside the bed, his pupils shrunk, as if he was looking at something scary, his eyes were unfamiliar.
At this moment, Lu Shi felt that he was like a dirty monster whose delicate skin was ripped off.
His dark thoughts, those dark pasts, were all spread out and exposed to the scorching sun.
Dazed, he put his wrist on the brow bone and covered his eyes.
Lu Shi thought, if he wants to leave, he will leave. He has never hoped that such a self can keep people by his side.
Pleasure never ends for a moment, and from the beginning, it should not be greedy.
Because there were arms covering half of his face, Chu Yu couldn't see Lu Shi's expression clearly.
Remembering the pale face when Lu Shi woke up just now, he asked tentatively, "Lu Shi, do you, do you want to drink... hot water? I'll pour it for you."
No answer was heard.
Chu Yu struggled on the spot for two seconds, walked out of the bedroom, and poured a glass of water.
"That... I saw it said on the Internet that drinking more water will make you feel better." Chu Yu's heart beat a little faster, and he had nothing to say, "I don't know if it's true, do you want to try it?"
Still no response.
Chu Yu also has a young master's temper. Lu Shi's obviously uncooperative and unresponsive attitude made him too lazy to hold the water glass stupidly.
He casually put the water glass on the table, but he didn't leave, took off his shoes and went to bed, straddled Lu Shi's waist, held Lu Shi's wrist, squeezed it away, his tone was a little fierce and a little anxious, "Just say something. , unhappy is unhappy, what kind of autism and decadence are you playing?"
When he remembered that Lu Shi only cried, his heart softened again, and his tone also softened, "Did you have a nightmare just now? What did you dream about? I called you several times, but you couldn't wake up. I heard Aunt Lan say, did it. Nightmare, just say it."
Chu Yu's tone was soft, just like coaxing a child, "Really, if I don't lie to you, I won't be afraid to say it."
Lu Shi opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yu, his eyes were as black as deep pools.
Chu Yu made persistent efforts and took out Lu Shi's tricks when he coaxed him, "Or, do you want to hug him?"
When Lu Shi didn't speak, Chu Yu took it as his acquiescence, leaned over, put his hand around his neck when he landed, rubbed his head against his head, and hugged the person.
Holding his breath, Chu Yu didn't relax until Lu Shi's hand rested on his back.
Leaning on Lu Shi's ears, Chu Yu asked in a low voice, "Lu Shi, what's wrong with you?"
"Would you like to tell me? I'll help you keep it a secret, just like you help me keep my secret that I'm a blood-sucking little monster, I'll help you keep it a secret, okay?"
Maybe he was stabbed by a "little monster", or maybe Lu Shi couldn't bear the weight of the truth alone.
He said in a dry voice, "They all told me that my mother became pregnant with me not long after she got married. Later, she died of dystocia. After giving birth to me, she died."
Chu Yu didn't dare to interrupt, and secretly guessed that "they" should be referring to Lu Shi's father, his strange stepmother, or Lu Shi's grandfather.
Died of dystocia, so Lu Shi felt that he killed his biological mother
"But by chance, I learned of another possibility. She didn't die in childbirth, she was killed."
Chu Yu's heart froze.
Lu Shi's voice was hoarse, without any prominent emotions.
"I hired a private detective, and I have been investigating the events of the year, and I want to ask for evidence. After a long investigation, I finally found some small past events.
When she gave birth to me, she was alone and recovering well. I was not full-term, so I was taken back to the Lu family, and she was given the title of 'died in childbirth'. I didn't even know she existed until last year. "
"I always thought that Fang Weiyun was my biological mother."
Chu Yu breathed for a while.
A few short sentences are terrifying.
Lu Shi closed his eyes again.
He had been trapped in nightmares day and night, and every night, he could hear his biological mother crying, complaining, and hating.
Her biological son, year after year, affectionately calls the enemy "Mom", humbly to please and please.
He fell into nightmares and abyss, tormenting himself every moment in exchange for half a second of better life.
He wanted revenge, but he was trapped. If you are stuck in a quagmire, you are struggling, you are too deep to turn back. He didn't even think about turning back.
Those damned people should have died a long time ago.
It took Chu Yu a long time to recover.
He wanted to comfort him, but he was short of words, so in the end he had to keep his mouth shut.
At this point, all comfort seemed futile and pale.
Chu Yu lay beside Lu Shi, staring at the ceiling, silently piecing together the details in his mind.
According to Lu Shi, his biological mother gave birth to him alone, and it didn't take long for him to be snatched back by the Lu family. His biological mother should have been killed at that time.
The Lu family kept telling Lu Shi that he was Fang Weiyun's child. After Lu Shi exposed this lie, he changed his rhetoric and told Lu Shi that his biological mother died of dystocia.
It is estimated that a lot of words were compiled to whitewash it.
Chu Yu thought about it again, only to feel cold all over his body.
I don't know when, it started to rain outside the window. Chu Yu was awakened from his thoughts, and sat up with his arms propped on the bed, "I, I'm going to close the window."
He stepped barefoot on the floor, his feet numb from the cold.
The wind was a little strong, blowing the scratch paper on the desk.
Chu Yu caught a glimpse of the sharp handwriting on the paper. It was a poem. He had written it when he read Lu Shi, and he even checked it out. The word card was "Xijiang Moon Slow".
It was not the first time he had seen it.
Suddenly, there was a "crack" in his heart, and Chu Yu lay back on the bed and asked hesitantly, "Those words—"
"That's my mother's name. Her name is Jiang Yueshun."
He had written these words over and over again, stroke by stroke.
Just to make yourself, not forgetting for a moment.