Han Li stood downstairs, staring expressionlessly at the empty corridor.
The gentle yet slightly weak pretense in front of Shen Kong has disappeared. His dark eyes are bottomless, as if he is born with some kind of gloomy and arrogant temperament, and can easily turn people away thousands of miles away.
There seemed to be a vague smell of cigarette smoke in the air that had not yet dissipated. He raised his head and sniffed, his eyes getting darker.
I don't know if it was a momentary trance... Just now, through the rising blue smoke, Han Li almost mistook him for another person.
Whether it’s the gesture of holding a cigarette or the habit of lazily holding the slender cigarette to your lips...
They all look very much like the mysterious man in my memory.
Han Li withdrew his gaze and subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at his left palm.
The fingers are clean and slender, and the palm lines are delicate, with the thinness of a teenager and the breadth of an adult.
He grasped it briefly in the void, as if he could still feel some cold and sticky liquid seeping into the texture, leaving a dark brown color in his palm, like criss-crossing scars.
Just like eight years ago.
It is difficult for Han Li to fall asleep in a strange place, but last night, either because the sound of raindrops hitting the window was too hypnotic, or because of the fatigue caused by the pain, he sat on the narrow sofa He quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In his chaotic sleep, he seemed to be back to the confused and frightened ten years old again.
The longing black shadows were whispering around the hospital bed, whispering horrifying words - weakness, organs, critical illness... death. All the words seemed to turn into blank and mocking faces, spinning, dancing, and laughing around him who was curled up in the corner.
He saw a pale, skeleton-like hand hanging down beside the bed, and then countless black shadows spread out from all around, wrapping around him tightly.
Unable to struggle, unable to move, unable to make a sound, unable to breathe.
The darkness pressed closer step by step, revealing a terrifying face, speaking an unfamiliar language with a vulgar accent, grinning ferociously, and pressed the black and cold muzzle of the gun against his forehead - hatred and anger instantly overflowed in his heart, and he jerked forward. With a rush, he opened a gap between the black shadows, and then fell towards the surrounding abyss.
He had had the same dream too many times, but... there seemed to be something different this time.
Han Li saw the black muzzle of the gun slowly pointing at his forehead. He could almost feel the death chill from the metal on his skin. He looked at the blurry face not far away and smiled ferociously. His finger on the trigger slowly Tightening, an extreme anger and unwillingness surged from the bottom of his heart, gnawing at and eroding his heart like a ferocious beast, driving him to break free from the shackles of the man's hand and hit him hard. past--
Then, he fell off the cliff.
The vegetation and gravel scratched his skin, and the hard branches whipped his back.
Han Li heard the sound of his leg bones breaking. The dizzy and sharp pain made him scream suffocatingly. However, the cold wind pouring into his lungs blocked all his screams and choked up in his throat. The tightly bound upper limbs prevented him from struggling, and he could only roll towards the dark abyss in despair and pain.
However, there seemed to be a weak voice whispering in my heart: "... It's not like this."
But a deeper darkness came in, drowning out the voice.
Immediately afterwards, Han Li saw himself waking up in the hospital. The doctor was reporting something to his cold and majestic father with a fearful attitude. The graceful stepmother was wiping her tears with a handkerchief. Her delicate makeup was not messy, and she was deeply frightened. It was like sea water that instantly submerged him. He raised his head with difficulty and saw that his legs were raised high -
There was nothing below the knees.
The weak voice appeared again: "It's not like that..."
A ray of light tore through the darkness and shone in, bringing broken images into my mind.
——The exciting smell of cigarettes, cold fingers, a hug with the bitter taste of grass, and a steady and rhythmic heartbeat.
Han Li suddenly opened his eyes.
The shadow of the night had not yet left, the sound of rain outside the window had disappeared, and the small room seemed to be in a hazy state at the junction of light and dark, giving him an extremely unreal and weird feeling.
He suddenly sat up on the sofa, the sheet covering him sliding down with his movement, and cold sweat dripped down his back.
Han Li raised his hand and rubbed his temples. His ears were still rumbling from the strange dream, which made him have a splitting headache.
The room was quiet, as if everything around him was still sleeping and he was the only one waking up alone.
Han Li withdrew his gaze and sent a message to the previous number:
"Come pick me up."
Just as the message was sent, Han Li suddenly hesitated. He raised his head and his eyes fell on the bedroom not far away. In the faint morning light, he could see the faint bulge on the bed. It seemed that he was still sleeping. His mind The scene he saw before going to bed flashed through his mind. He picked up the phone again and sent to the same number:
"Bring me a new mobile phone."
The other person quickly replied: "What brand is it?"
Han Li gently touched the old clothes he was wearing with his fingers. The soft and dry fabric exuded the fragrance of washing powder after being exposed to the sun. His fingers gently clicked on the keyboard a few times:
"No need to buy it, just get my spare phone."
Weekends always fly by quickly, and soon it’s time to go to school.
"Beep, beep, beep -"
The monotonous and harsh sound of the alarm clock rang in the small room. Shen Kong turned over irritably on the bed and waved the alarm clock away from the bedside table.
The alarm clock rolled around on the ground several times, hit the corner, and after two final hard ringings, it finally fell apart miserably.
The same monotonous and harsh voice of the system came to my ears:
"Corrector, wake up, it's time to go to school!"
Shen Kong opened his eyes and slowly got up from the bed with a violent air. His whole body was filled with the low pressure of "I am not happy".
"I'm obviously thirty years old, why do I have to go to school!"
The initiator systematically understood the current affairs and was as quiet as a chicken, no longer squeaking.
With no one to vent to, Shen Kong was even more furious. He raised his foot and kicked open the half-open door of the bedroom, slamming the slippers under his feet with a loud thud, filled with murderous intent. Go into the bathroom and turn on the faucet.
The rushing water washed away the old wash basin. Shen Kong picked up the cold water and poured it on his face. He picked up the towel next to him and wiped his face. Then with a livid face, he reached out and picked up the school bag on the ground, and strode out the door. go out.
The system reminded: "Corrector, you haven't had breakfast yet..."
"Shut up."
Shen Kong shouted through gritted teeth.
The system was silenced again, as if it didn't exist and became silent.
Shen Kong followed his memory and wandered through the winding alleys, walking towards the school with low pressure.
But before he reached his destination, he was stopped in the middle.
Three or four tall university students were standing in the middle of the road, blocking Shen Kong's path. They were wearing baggy school uniforms, jeans that did not comply with school regulations, and all had weird and perverse hairstyles.
The leader, the cockscomb-headed man, raised his eyes, slowly looked around Shen Kong from top to bottom, and then raised the corners of his lips maliciously:
"Hey, what, Cheng University Overlord, how come you finally dare to take the high road this time? Are you no longer hiding from us brothers?"
Shen Kong raised his head and looked at the two people, his brows and eyes were full of gloomy anger, and his light brown eyes were like inorganic glass beads, which almost made the two people feel scared in their hearts subconsciously, but before they could do anything, All I saw was a gentle and sunny smile on the gentle and thin young man opposite:
"Oh? Why don't you tell me first, why should I avoid you?"
As if trying to get rid of the strange feeling lingering in his heart, another student took two steps forward with some annoyance, stretched out his hand and pulled the skirt of the boy who was usually obedient to them - the other student did not dodge, and let him go. His front was tightly grasped, and his upper body leaned forward slightly according to his strength. It looked as if it was lifted into the air from a short distance, and it was so soft that it was unbelievable:
"Fuck you kid..."
The young man looked back at him with a smile, gently covered the man's palm with his hand, and interrupted him with a soft voice:
"Didn't your mother teach you not to touch others casually?"
After saying that, he grabbed the man's index finger and mercilessly exerted force to twist it in the opposite direction. The pain of the muscles and bones being pulled made the man scream instantly, and his entire upper body bent along with Shen Kong's force. , several other people were stunned, as if they couldn't figure out why the nerd who was usually squashed and rounded by him suddenly seemed to have changed.
Finally, Shen Kong let go of his hand with compassion.
The man fell to the ground holding his red and swollen fingers and wailing.
Several other people finally woke up from a dream, clenched their fists in anger, and rushed towards Shen Kong, wanting to teach him a lesson.
However, the next second, a cold voice came from not far away and said lightly:
"What are you arguing about at the school gate?"
The idle students were startled, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a tall and thin boy with a schoolbag slung across his body, slowly walking towards the school gate. Subconsciously, he whited his face, retracted his fist as if feeling guilty, put it behind his back, and said in a low voice: "Brother Lin, why are you here?"
The young man named Brother Lin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you making trouble?"
The chicken comb head was not angry, he nodded and bowed and said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are going to class now, sorry, sorry."
After saying that, the two people bent down and helped up the student who was still lying on the ground and wailing, and then ran in the opposite direction as if running away. Before leaving, the cockscomb head gave Shen Kong a vague and vicious glance. .
No wonder this boy was so tough today, it turned out that he was hugging his thigh.
We'll see!
Seeing those people stumbling away together, Lin Ziyu restrained his indifferent and contemptuous attitude, and put on a friendly and gentle smile on his face. He looked at Shen Kong:
"Classmate, are you okay?"
――The punching bag that came to my door was scared away. What could happen
Shen Kong took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his eyes, barely maintained his persona of a gentle and nerdy person, nodded perfunctorily to the man, then turned around and walked straight towards the school gate without looking back.
Seeing the thin figure in school uniform gradually shrinking, Lin Ziyu narrowed his eyes with an amused expression, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, typed and sent:
"Brother Han, don't worry. Those who harassed Cheng Chen won't dare to touch him anymore. However, I actually feel... he doesn't seem to need me very much?"
The message showed that it had been read, and he responded with a belated "Yes".
Lin Zi became less and less angry. He looked up at the empty school gate, shook his head, and sighed in a low voice:
"As expected of the person that Brother Han likes, he really has personality."