Chen Meiying was hanged on a rainy day. The wall in the living room was held with a steel wire the thickness of her pinky finger, which is usually used to hang clothes. She bought a bundle of nylon rope and stepped on a stool to end her life.
Hanging is a very painful way of dying. It is not as peaceful as the one shown on TV. At the beginning, you will not die. People will struggle desperately because of their instinct. They will kick their hands and feet in the air unconsciously. The tongue sticks out, and finally, after a few long minutes, the breath stops completely.
Chen Meiying's death was terrifying. Neighbors who came to check all turned blue with fright. What's more, Bai Yang, who spent the night with the corpse, didn't like to talk at first, but he became more silent after that. Gradually, everyone called him a fool. .
Only Wen Chuo knew that he was not stupid, but he was stimulated at the time.
The restaurant got off work at nine o'clock in the evening, but the business was very deserted, except for mosquitoes and flies, and half a person was not seen. Liu Mengmeng opened the door and glanced outside, then was forced back by the sultry heat outside: "No It's raining, why are you so stuffy?"
She took off the drying pole and went straight upstairs to collect her clothes. When she looked back, she saw Bai Yang was still cleaning, and shouted from a distance, "Bei Yang, close the door and go to get off work."
It was pitch-dark outside, and a sultry wind blew from time to time. The wind shook the branches, which was a sign that it was about to rain. Every household was in a hurry to collect their clothes. .
Bai Yang stood at the door and looked up at the dark sky. For some reason, he didn't go home immediately. The big raindrops crashed down and hit him, and his clothes were soon wet.
Wen Chuo was lying at home when he heard the muffled thunder outside. I don't know what he remembered. He jumped up from the bed like his butt was on fire. He hurriedly went out and lay on the railing on the fifth floor. He happened to see Bai Yang standing at the entrance of the alley, waving to him and shouting. With a cry: "Topol! Go home!"
The distance is a bit far, I don't know if Bai Yang heard, but he still stood there, looked around blankly, and then walked towards the road step by step, Wen Chuo was dumbfounded, he uttered a foul language in a low voice, and took an umbrella. Run downstairs and catch up quickly.
"What are you running around at night, and you are confused again, no one will find you if you lose it!"
Wen Chuo pulled him back from the road. The dark blue lattice umbrella was placed on top of his head, blocking the growing rain, but Bai Yang seemed unwilling to leave. Desperately trying to pull his hand back.
"Stop making trouble, go home!"
During the thunder and lightning, the umbrella was also slanted and blown down. Wen Chuo's clothes were soaked wet. He held the umbrella with one hand and pulled the poplar to the house with the other. Shrink into a ball and die without letting go.
Wen Chuo was afraid of hurting his hand, so he didn't dare to pull it hard. He threw his umbrella, brushed his wet hair behind his head, and walked back and forth in place, looking very irritable.
Maybe there is a psychological shadow. Poplar is unwilling to stay at home when it is raining. Not long after Chen Meiying's death, Liu Ruoqing got up at night to collect clothes, and when she saw him, she squatted in the alley downstairs to sleep. A soft, took him back to his home.
It was at that time that Wen Chuo realized how much Bai Yang was afraid of rainy days. He leaned against the wall and suddenly thought about how much rain had fallen in the three years he left in his previous life, and how Bai Yang had survived.
There are some things that you can't think about, and you can't stop once you think about it. You're looking for guilt for yourself.
After so many years of relying on each other, it is impossible to be without feelings. Wen Chuo saw Bai Yang shrinking into a ball, and suddenly his heart softened. He wiped the rain from his face, then walked over and leaned down.
"walk home."
Wen Chuo took Bai Yang into his arms and patted him on the back. His body was weak, but he kept shaking.
"It's okay, go back to my house and sleep."
Wen Chuo picked up the umbrella and blocked most of his body. He broke Bai Yang's hand holding the railing, and half-dragged the person from the ground. The corridor was dark, and only their footsteps could be heard for a while.
Wen Chuo glanced at Bai Yang's house through the window. It was dark and quiet. When he thought that Chen Meiying was hanged here, he felt a sudden shock in his heart.
The two of them were soaking wet, and Wen Chuo was afraid that Bai Yang would run out again while he was not paying attention. He pulled him with one hand, opened the closet with the other, and pulled out a piece of clothes and trousers: "Take a shower first, then go to bed."
Bai Yang didn't move, Wen Chuo could only take him to the bathroom and help him take a bath without distractions. The man's figure is nothing to look at. The front is flat and the back is flat, similar to a washboard. Wen Chuo has no fancy thoughts, but Bai Yang With his head down, he kept ducking back.
Wen Chuo shook the shirt in his hand: "What are you hiding, don't wear clothes anymore?"
Bai Yang stopped moving again. After a while, he came over and put his clothes on, and then buttoned the buttons one by one. Wen Chuo watched from the side, and untied the top two buttons in three or two times: "Button up. Come on, don't you?"
He said again: "You are not long, this is my clothes a long time ago."
Wen Chuo was very tall, even his clothes from a long time ago were still too long for Bai Yang. They hung loosely on his body, and half of his thin shoulders were exposed. Wen Chuo glanced at his wet ink hair, which was lined with The pale skin contrasted clearly, and for some unknown reason, he reached out and re-buttoned his collar: "Go to bed and lie down."
As soon as the bathroom door was closed, there was a rushing sound of water inside. Wen Chuo stood under the shower, inexplicably felt a little confused in his head, and felt a feeling that he couldn't hold it up and put it down, which is the legendary indecision.
He put on his clothes, looked in the mirror, and found that his hair had faded a little, and new stubble had begun to grow at the roots. He wiped it with a towel twice, and then turned off the light and went to bed.
Bai Yang lay quietly inside, shrunk into a ball, taking up only a small space. Wen Chuo also liked to sleep like this at night. He groped in the darkness and pulled Bai Yang over.
"Hey, Bai Yang, talk to me."
Bai Yang didn't say a word, and even his breathing was shallow. He leaned against Wen Chuo's arms, his fingertips moved, and he held on to the corner of his clothes little by little.
Wen Chuo said with great interest: "My hair color is about to fade. What color do you think I will dye it tomorrow to look good, blue or purple?"
After he finished speaking, he felt that these colors had been dyed, and he fell into deep thought. Bai Yang opened his eyes in the darkness and said two words: "... black."
Wen Chuo felt a little ordinary: "It's up for discussion."
He was covered with a thin sheet, his hands were folded, and after a while he touched Bai Yang with his arm: "Is there any way to make money?"
Bai Yang lowered his head and whispered, "Pick up the bottle."
Wen Chuo refused without thinking: "Don't even think about it, I won't pick up the bottle."
Bai Yang thought for a moment, and his eyes were a little blank: "I'll pick it up."
Wen Chuo thought that you picked it up, and the money is not mine. He covered his head with a sheet, and he didn't know what to think. Suddenly, he hugged Bai Yang and whispered to him, "Actually... my mother is too. died in this room."
Bai Yang paused for a while, only to hear Chuo said: "I think she is particularly irritating, even more irritating than you, what is her backbone, can she be eaten, she is good, she kicked her legs when she was sick, and let me People boil here…”
Wen Chuo was talking, but suddenly fell silent again. He didn't want to pick up the bottle, he didn't want to move goods for others, and he didn't want to be a part-time worker. Is there any difference between Liu Ruoqing's death and suffering.
There seems to be no difference...
Not everyone can come out of the abyss.
When Liu Ruoqing was about to die, she came out. The surrounding environment, poverty, and the torment of illness were enough to drive her crazy, but all of this seemed so insignificant in the face of life and death.
When she was dying, she said something to Wen Chuo: "Forget it..."
Forget the wealth and honor of the past, forget the identity of the past, be content with the status quo, and live like this.
Wen Chuo also wanted to forget, but he couldn't. He still fell into a quagmire and couldn't extricate himself. Poverty was a shackle, and it held him back. He tried to walk halfway, but was forcibly pulled back.
Wen Chuo could only think of eight words at this moment, his heart was higher than the sky, and he was lowly.
He pressed Bai Yang's forehead, his breath intertwined, like the fate of two people, no matter how he could not pull it apart.
Wen Chuo asked Bai Yang in a low voice, "Aren't you bored at home alone?"
Poplar did not move.
Wen Chuo said again: "You can buy a computer, you can watch TV, and you can play games, but I won't teach you how to play."
Bai Yang: "Don't buy it."
"Don't, what are you saving money for? Isn't it just to spend it? Enjoy life while you are young, and you will have no chance when you are old."
Wen Chuo wanted to scratch his itch, but found that Bai Yang had no flesh on his body. When he touched it through his clothes, there were clear ribs that seemed to be covered with skin. He suddenly remembered that he was only a half-year-old boy.
Bai Yang never eats breakfast, he eats steamed buns at noon, and works day and night.
"never mind… "
Wen Chuo finally felt a little unbearable, he brushed away the broken hair on Bai Yang's forehead, and patted his back again, remembering when the two of them depended on each other.
"Bei Yang, the two of us will still be together in the future. When I make a lot of money, I will lead you to a good life."
Bai Yang moved his lips: "No..."
"No, no, don't buy a computer, it's stupid again."
Bai Yang raised his head and looked at him with dark eyes: "I'll buy it."
Wen Chuo paused, laughed lightly, suddenly reached out and hugged him, shaking his head silently: "Be good, don't buy it."
… He has sound limbs, neither stupid nor stupid. Why do you want a fool's hard-earned money? People always have to learn to bow their heads.
Bai Yang moved in his arms, then raised his head with difficulty, and counted with his fingers seriously: "How much?"
Wen Chuo suddenly felt that he didn't dislike Bai Yang as much as he thought. Maybe sometimes he just couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, and he couldn't accept that he would like a fool or a man.
He squeezed Bai Yang's hand and found that the gauze was still wrapped around it, and his strength became lighter: "Don't ask, you don't need to buy it."
Maybe Bai Yang thought he was playing with him, pursed his lips slightly, didn't know if he was angry or not, Wen Chuo conditioned reflex to persuade him, and then covered the quilt: "Sleep, sleep."