[The sky is gloomy.
This winter is very cold, but it has not snowed for a long time, which gives people a deep sense of depression.
Karina put her hands in her pockets and walked home sadly.
Yesterday, her good friend Mary died, and the funeral is scheduled for tomorrow.
This made Karina, who had never tasted the death of someone close to her, a little uncomfortable.
Moreover, she really felt that Mary's death was weird everywhere, and she wanted to know the truth of everything.
beep beep beep—
The siren of the police car sounded, and Karina, who was still in a daze, woke up instantly.
She turned her head to look, and saw a police car parked in front of a dilapidated two-story building, and a corpse covered in a white cloth was lifted out of it.
A burly, disheveled middle-aged man also walked out of the house with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Damn! Damn bastard! As useless as his mother!"
Karina frowned. She was from a wealthy family and hated such foul-mouthed guys.
She was not familiar with this person, nor did she know who the deceased was, so she curled her lips and prepared to leave.
"Dead... dead, all dead..." A thin boy ran over from not far away, looking at the house where many policemen poured in, his expression almost collapsed.
Karina looked at him suspiciously and asked, "You are, Johnny?"
Johnny looked up at her timidly, showing his red eye sockets under the glasses.
"Is the dead man someone you knew?"
Johnny didn't answer her, but lowered his head again, bit his fingers nervously, and murmured: "Yes, he did it, it was him, it was Morris who killed Zhou Yu——" One will be me…”
Morris.
Karina frowned.
This is the second time she has heard the name.
boom—
The sky that had been gloomy for a long time finally thundered.
It's raining.]
— from "Nightmare"
Zhou Yu was a little tired. He looked at the empty room, and finally could only help his forehead weakly, and sat on the bed to rest for a while.
The weirdness of the past few days made him believe that there are indeed some things in this world that science cannot yet explain.
Like the pictures he painted - and what they caused his father Eugene to suffer.
Another example is that Paul, who was planning to beat him up that morning, ran away without warning.
And the schoolbag brought back from the burnt classroom—and the black handprints on it.
And the sudden self-mutilation behavior of that person just now.
Is it the same thing
Zhou Yu sighed, raised his volume slightly, and said, "Although I don't know who you are, thank you, thank you for helping me a lot."
After a pause, Zhou Yu thought of those roses that mysteriously appeared in his locker.
"Also, if those flowers were sent by you too—although it's a bit unnatural, I still want to say, please don't send them any more."
Maurice's bright blue eyes hanging on the ceiling dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"someone in my heart."
I don't know why, this sentence blurted out.
Zhou Yu bit his lip in annoyance, and soon forced himself to return to his usual indifference.
Who can he like
The face of a smiling blond boy appeared in his mind.
However, this is sin.
Even though it has entered the modern society, in this era of national beliefs that generally retain religious beliefs, although homosexuality will not be tied to a cross and burned like in the Middle Ages, it will become a lifelong stain on a person.
No company dares to have an employee with homosexual tendencies.
Even, in some remote places, homosexuals will be sent to mental hospitals.
Just like the town where he is now, he believes that homosexuality is a disease and a blasphemy against the gods.
Morris came down from the ceiling, walked slowly to the friend he cared about most, and stretched out his hand covered with burn marks.
His chest was burning with inexplicable anger and sadness.
He wanted to ask who his friend loved and why he fell in love with that person—although he knew very well that he didn't have enough reason to question these things.
but.
Why refuse his flowers.
Obviously that is your favorite flower.
There seemed to be two blue will-o'-the-wisps burning in Morris' dark eye sockets, making it hard to see the emotions in them.
They are best friends and always will be.
And best friends are always honest with each other, aren't they
So, how could someone randomly step in between their friendships
Relying on the fact that Zhou Yu couldn't see him, Morris gently kissed his earlobe, with a deep fascination in his eyes.
No matter who... anyone, anything - there is no way to come between them.
When he knew who that shameless woman was—he'd let her know what a real nightmare was.
Zhou Yu felt a cold breath approaching him, and disappeared after a while.
Stretching out his hand to touch his cold earlobe, Zhou Yu's emerald green eyes rolled around, feeling a strange shyness inexplicably.
Is that thing gone
"You gone?"
In the quiet room, the only sound was the ticking of the alarm clock on the table.
Zhou Yu's originally tense back slightly relaxed.
He blinked and looked at the sky outside the window.
It was still raining outside, and the rain beat against the window, as if longing for the warm light inside the window.
He should have offended that thing, after all, he said so resolutely.
Zhou Yu took off his soaked pants and put them on the chair beside the desk.
Since he didn't wear thermal pants, goose bumps appeared on his slender, white and tender thighs the moment they were exposed to the air.
Maurice huddled in the corner, not daring to move. He covered his eyes with his hands, but in fact he could perceive everything around him without seeing with his eyes.
Now, he only has one feeling in his heart—his Zhou Yu is a little thinner, and his legs look good.
No, it should be said that every part of his Zhou Yu is beautiful.
But when he thought that these things would be occupied by an unknown woman sooner or later, the anger that had been hidden in Morris's heart began to boil again.
He must find the woman who dares to shamelessly seduce his friend!
In the small room, Zhou Yu moved his toes, which were white from the cold, and looked out the window with a sad expression.
"It hasn't snowed this year."
He once made a promise with Maurice to go to a snowball fight when the first snow fell this year-although it sounded childish, he was looking forward to it.
Zhou Yu shook his head, got up and took out a pajamas from the closet to change into, then walked out of the room to wash up.
In the room, Morris was slightly dazed.
He also remembered the agreement to have a snowball fight together.
But.
That was doomed to be an unfulfilled wish.
Morris looked down at his ugly palm, and slowly clenched it expressionlessly.
Zhou Yu walked out of the room and saw that Eugene was still lying on the ground, but he stopped cursing and started panting instead, as if his breathing was not smooth.
The black-haired and green-eyed boy blinked, and in a daze, he seemed to see a sickle made of black mist reaching Eugene's throat, exactly the same as the sickle in the painting he drew yesterday.
"Huh! Help me up! Are you trying to murder me! Damn it—" Eugene, who had suffered a lot, still had a memory. He tried his best to hold back the swear words, and then forced a smile, saying: "My dear son, help me, I can't breathe!"
Zhou Yu's green eyes flickered, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said, "Yes, father."
Of course I will help you, and help you go to hell to redeem your sins.
Walking to Eugene's side, Zhou Yu squatted down and asked with a pure face: "Then, my dear father, as a reward, should you tell me—the whereabouts of my mother?"
Eugene's cloudy eyes froze, the fat on his face trembled, and his tone was a bit harsh: "You mother whore? Oh, where else can you go? Go be a whore—ah! You damned !"
Zhou Yu stood up with a gloomy expression, and kicked the man who was like a pile of disgusting rotten meat hard, and his clear and sweet voice also became low: "Really? Then you bastard, why don't you go to hell too?" Go be an asshole!"
This extremely weak man trembled from the kick, almost crying from the pain.
Zhou Yu watched him wailing expressionlessly, then stepped on Eugene's hand indifferently, and walked to the bathroom to wash amidst his screams.
Some people will never correct their mistakes.
The crystal snowflakes fall, and the strange polygons give people a beautiful sensory enjoyment.
A snowflake gradually fell and melted into a piece of pure white.
The black-haired boy lying on the bed fell asleep quietly, and a few snowflakes hung on his long eyelashes.
Under the young man's thin eyelids are rolling eyeballs, indicating the fact that he is about to wake up.
Jingle Bell-
The crisp wind chimes sounded, ethereal and pleasant.
Zhou Yu was awakened by a wind chime coming from nowhere, and woke up from his sweet sleep.
Is this a dream
Lying on the bed, Zhou Yu looked at the ceiling that turned into a painting of the night sky, and the snowflakes that kept falling from the painting.
His green eyes trembled, and he sat up slowly from the bed.
Reaching out to catch a snowflake, Zhou Yu's green eyes gradually brightened as he watched the crystal clear snowflake gradually melt in his warm palm.
Snowing.
very beautiful.
Looking around, Zhou Yu saw that a layer of snow had accumulated everywhere in the originally small room, and it was a vast expanse of whiteness.
As the snowflakes continue to fall, the whole room is as beautiful as a fairy tale, magnificent.
After getting off the bed, some snowflakes fell on Zhou Yu's white insteps, but strangely, he didn't feel a trace of coldness.
There was already a layer of snow on the floor, and every step made a creaking sound.
Zhou Yu walked to the window of the room and saw that the outside was empty and white.
Rarely aroused a bit of interest, Zhou Yu walked quickly to the door and opened the closed door.
Sure enough, the world outside the door is completely different.
The originally dark and cramped living room disappeared, only a vast plain.
A great place for a snowball fight.
"Hi! Zhou Yu!" A familiar voice came from behind.
Zhou Yu froze all of a sudden, his crystal-clear eyes flashed with brilliance in an instant.
He turned around and saw the blond boy standing not far away.
The boy's short blond hair was messed up like weeds as always, but the boy had a face that was enough to make people forget all this.
The facial features are profound and delicate, like the most beautiful works carefully drawn by God.
The boy's azure blue eyes are full of smiles, so that no one will ignore these charmingly beautiful eyes.
"Maurice, you're back."
The black-haired boy stared blankly at the blond-haired boy in front of him, obviously looking forward to it for a long time, but now he was a little at a loss.
"Let's have a snowball fight!" The blond boy showed a hearty smile.
Looking at the familiar smile on that familiar face, the black-haired boy gently bent his eyes.
The next moment, a snowball hit the blond boy's handsome face.
Holding the snowball rolled out from the ground, Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Okay."
Soon, the laughter of young people sounded on the snow, as if it could make people forget all the pain in reality.
I don't know how long it took, Zhou Yu was tired from playing, so he smiled slyly, took Morris's hand and fell on the soft snow together.
"Hahaha! I fell for Maurice! Now you have more snow on your body than me!"
"Ah! It's not fair!" The blond boy who was pressed by the black-haired boy puffed up his face.
"Slightly~" Zhou Yu stuck out his tongue at Morris, no longer the indifference when facing outsiders.
Morris looked at his friend who was pressing on him, his blue eyes gradually darkened.
Zhou Yu also looked at Morris below him, his eyes met.
Fiery breaths intertwined with each other, and even the air became ambiguous.
Morris reached out and hugged Zhou Yu tightly, and put his lips close to Zhou Yu's pale thin lips.
bell-
The alarm goes off.
The boy's long eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
There was still a mist in his emerald eyes.