Chapter 30

Yang Xu took out a small pair of hairdressing scissors from his pocket: "Senior, let me help you trim the ends of your hair."

He came well prepared and had been watching hairdressing tutorials every day during this period.

Wen Chu closed the book, left the bench under the tree, and walked onto the small bridge in the middle of the lake.

There is a winding stream on the campus of University A, and at the end of the stream is a quiet lake.

Yang Xu chased him to the plank road: "Senior, if you don't want to cut it, then don't cut it. Don't leave."

How many years has he been pursuing Wen Chu so relentlessly?

Yang Xu didn't remember, and Wen Chu didn't remember either.

Wen Chu has more suitors than just Yang Xu. There are so many of them that they often buzz around in front of Wen Chu in groups. Wen Chu pretends not to see them until he finds that one of them can attract Song Youran's attention.

In the past, Song Youran would be unhappy when Yang Xu was around him; now Yang Xu is pestering him every day, but Song Youran has disappeared.

"Senior, why didn't your uncle reply to my message?"

Song Youran did not come to University A. He flew away and disappeared, perhaps finding another tree to live in.

"Senior, please give him a call. He won't answer my call, but he will definitely answer yours."

is that so?

Wen Chu's answer was no. He walked up to the observation deck and pulled out his phone. Song Youran wouldn't answer. He'd tried many times before, so he didn't mind trying again. He dialed Song Youran's number.

Yang Xu stood by, holding the railing, with his ears pricked up, waiting quietly.

After a long ring, a mechanical voice reminded him that the call could not be connected, and the phone screen jumped back to the main interface.

The book in his arms fell to the ground and his muscular dystrophy began to attack him again.

Yang Xu stretched out his arm and grabbed the phone that was about to fall into the lake: "That was a close call."

He returned the phone to Wen Chu, who was squatting on the ground picking up a book. "He didn't even answer your call? Did you guys have another fight?"

It was unclear whether the creatures swimming around on the lake were ducks or mandarin ducks. Wen Chu couldn't pick up the book on the ground, nor could he hold the phone that Yang Xu had returned to him.

He simply gave up, stood up and left the observation deck, saying to the tail behind him: "Don't follow me."

Yang Xu held a book and a cell phone, watching Wen Chu's back gradually disappearing into the distance.

The ends of the hair tied at the back of her head were sparse and looked like they had been gnawed by a dog. He couldn't bear to see it and offered to help trim it several times, but was rejected by Wen Chu every time.

Wen Chu didn't care what others thought or said. He insisted on not trimming his hair that was damaged by Song Youran, just because he wanted Song Youran to see the situation he was in and make him feel guilty.

But Song Youran disappeared, and he didn't see him become the laughing stock again.

He remembered the first time Song Youran kissed him. He woke up from the sofa and felt a handful of potato chip seasoning powder on his mouth.

Song Youran was sitting on the other end of the sofa, watching videos and eating potato chips, occasionally glancing over, looking calm as if nothing had happened.

Song Youran loves to play. No one restricts him, so he can travel all over the world or even a city in one day.

His footprints can be seen in the bustling markets and quiet alleys.

Song Youran pressed him down against the table and taught him how to play billiards. He was unwilling to learn, so Song Youran squeezed his waist with her hips and forced him to pick up the cue.

He learned it and played a game of billiards with others while Song Youran was out making a phone call. When Song Youran came back, she was so angry that she threw away his cue and forbade him to touch the billiards again.

Why did Song Youran treat him like this?

He had no interest, so Song Youran forced him to develop an interest; when he became interested, Song Youran forced him to quit.

Song Youran just likes to torture him.

Song Youran is rude, overbearing, deceitful, and likes to show off... so bad, so annoying.

Now that Song Youran has disappeared, is it a new torture for him?

He saw the woman again, standing on the circular stage, with bells on her wrists and ankles.

Ding-a-ling.

The woman smiled sweetly, and her gorgeous dance dress left afterimages in the air.

Some people pluck the strings, some people play the sheng.

Ding ding dong dong.

Some people shouted, some people applauded.

He walked around the circular stage, and the woman's dance skirt fell to the increasingly passionate music.

It was quiet all around and he saw a cloud of white mist.

The mist replaced the woman's dance skirt, covering her key parts.

That was his desire...

The woman opened her mouth, and a silver needle flashing with cold light shot out from her red lips.

He turned his head away, his heart pounding wildly, and he almost died.

He should have known that this woman was not a good person and he shouldn't look at her.

He looked at the stage again. The woman had disappeared, the mist had dispersed, and Song Youran was sitting cross-legged in the center of the stage, waving her hand at him.

"come over."

The stage was chest-high and he had to struggle to climb up.

He threw himself into Song Youran's arms and hugged her tightly. The ecstasy of regaining what he had lost almost brought him to tears: "Uncle, you're back!"

Song Youran hugged his shoulders back: "It's been so long since we last met, do you miss me?"

"I miss you." He couldn't wait to answer, and when Song Youran's breath got closer, he took the initiative to stick out his tongue to please her.

Song Youran pinched his chin and scolded him coldly, "Girls shouldn't be too proactive."

"I'm not a girl!"

"If I say you are, then you are." Song Youran was still domineering.

As long as Song Youran doesn't leave, everything you say is right.

They kissed for a while with their mouths closed, but Song Youran wasn't satisfied again. She pinched his chin and ordered, "Open your mouth! You're so stupid! You're not being obedient at all."

He pursed his lips, refusing to open them. Song Youran pushed him away: "Forget it."

Song Youran is about to leave again.

He quickly grabbed Song Youran's hand: "Uncle."

Song Youran looked down at him and threatened him: "Are you going to listen to me?"

He opened his mouth.

Song Youran didn't kiss him again. Instead, she pinched his tongue with two fingers and said proudly, "It's too late to be obedient now."

He woke up and his pajamas were soaked.

He called Secretary Cen.

He may really be sick and he needs a doctor.

He squatted on the bathroom floor and rubbed his soiled underwear into the basin of water with soap bubbles floating in it. If Song Youran was by his side, he wouldn't have to do these things himself.

He has already taken out his heart, so why is the other side of the scale still empty?

Song Youran's school is in another city, which requires a two-hour flight and then another hour's drive.

He stood at the school gate, waiting from the dim night until bright daylight, and finally saw Song Youran walking out of the school gate.

With so many students coming in and out, he saw Song Youran at a glance.

He ran up: "Uncle!"

Song Youran didn't even look at him and passed by him with an expressionless face.

"uncle."

He turned into a bouncing ball and was wrapped around Song Youran's ankle. Every time Song Youran took a step, he would bump into the ground.

His head was bleeding, his body was bruised, and he was in so much pain that he felt like dying. "Uncle..."

Passersby on the street looked at him in surprise. Song Youran said nothing and quickened his pace.

In order to hurry on his way, Wen Chu hadn't slept all night and now he felt dizzy. He wished he could hug Song Youran and fall asleep on the ground.

Song Youran got on the bus parked on the roadside, and Wen Chu followed.

Wen Chu had no change on him, and he was stuck at the door, frantically trying to find his phone. The passenger behind him urged him, "Can you please get in first?"

A boy sitting in the front row stood up, stretched out his arm, and swiped his phone on the QR code scanner: "I'll pay for you."

Wen Chu was pushed in front of the boy by the passenger behind him, "Thank you, how much is it? I'll transfer it to you."

The boy smiled and said, "No need."

Wen Chu held up his phone: “I use it.”

The boy brought out the QR code, and after Wen Chu scanned it, he found that the page that popped up was for adding friends.

The boy urged: "Two."

Wen Chu nodded, added the friend, and then transferred the money.

Song Youran, who was sitting at the rear of the car, turned her face towards the window indifferently.

The bus started moving and the boy called Wen Chu to sit next to him.

Wen Chu shook his head, holding the handrail and moving shakily towards the back of the carriage.

"There are no seats in the back." The boy grabbed Wen Chu's arm and pulled him to the seat next to him.

Wen Chu leaned back in his chair, blaming others with lingering fear: "I almost fell down."

The boy smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you fall."

Wen Chu turned to look at Song Youran at the back of the car and heard the boy ask him, "Which stop are you getting off at? Maybe we're getting off at the same stop."

Wen Chu said, “I don’t know.”

The boy pestered Wen Chu to chat and learned that he had just come from another place. He told him that there were many places worth visiting in the city.

Wen Chu listened absentmindedly, turning his head to look at Song Youran from time to time, fearing that he would take the opportunity to escape.

He did not miss Song Youran getting off the bus and hurriedly followed her. The sidewalk was full of people coming and going. Wen Chu watched Song Youran walk into the park gate, but he was stopped by the staff.

"ticket."

"What ticket?"

"Tickets."

Song Youran's figure in the park was getting smaller and smaller. Wen Chu was anxiously asking, "How much?"

"Buy it online or go to the window over there." The staff pointed Wen Chu in the direction.

Wen Chu scanned the code to pass through the gate, and then bumped around in the park like a headless fly.

Where is Song Youran?

There were many people in the park, and Wen Chu had to walk closer to see their faces clearly. None of them was Song Youran.

He was so tired that his soul rose into the void and he fell asleep on a mushroom-shaped lawn lamp.

He didn't know how long he slept, but when he woke up, his face was covered with a furry bear paw.

This is a brown bear. It has a fat body and a round belly. Except for a pair of black glass eyeballs, the rest of its body is brown.

The brown bear pointed at the big umbrella on the side of the road and patted Wen Chu on the head.

Wen Chu staggered to the umbrella and sat on a chair next to the round wooden table, with shops in the park behind him.

The brown bear was pulled under a tree by the children to take photos. It was very good at making the children happy and posed in interesting ways. More and more children were attracted and came over to take photos with it.

Wen Chu called Song Youran, but Song Youran refused to answer his call and refused to forgive him.

He buried his face in his arms. He felt so sleepy that he wondered if he was going to die.

The brown bear kicked him and found that he was not asleep, so he pretended nothing happened and ran to the roadside to give balloons to the children.

He stared at the back of the brown bear's huge head, wondering why a bear would bully him.

He didn't know whether the person in the doll costume was a man or a woman, old or young. He didn't want to argue, he wasn't in the mood. The person he was looking for ignored him and hid.

He called Song Youran again, but Song Youran still didn't answer.

Suddenly, his mobile phone was taken away by the bear paw, and the brown bear stopped a passerby and asked the passerby to help take a photo.

Why would he take a picture with a bear that bullied him?

In the photo, the brown bear put its paw on his shoulder.

He didn't want to take pictures, he wanted to see Song Youran.

The next day, he went to the school gate to wait for Song Youran again. He thought that today would be the same as yesterday and Song Youran would ignore him.

He has enough patience. If one day doesn't work, then two days. If one month doesn't work, then two months. He believes that Song Youran will be willing to see him one day.

But Song Youran walked straight up to him and asked, "Are you here to see me?"

"uncle."

He should hold Song Youran's hand, tell her about his longing for her over the past few months, and confess the mistakes he had made.

He should have said, I was wrong, I shouldn't be stingy, if you want me, just take me, I really belong to you, take me away.

"Can I hug you?" he heard his own voice.

Song Youran squinted at him and said, "No, I have a girlfriend. I can't do this behind her back."

He thought anxiously, we are the closest people, what is a girlfriend?

Song Youran said that he had a girl he loved very much, so now that Song Youran has found this girl, found the princess, he no longer needs him as a substitute?

He is not a replacement.

Song Youran said, "I'm going on a date."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the tiles under his feet. His shoulders felt so heavy that his spine seemed to be breaking.

He felt like his life was coming to an end, yet he could always find a way to breathe again the next second. He couldn't die, but he didn't feel like he was alive either.

Song Youran's toes turned in a different direction, and her shoes gradually disappeared from his lowered vision.

It's too late.

Having missed the opportunity, he lost completely.

I want to cry, but I have no tears. He is a monster.

Not only that, he couldn't even express happiness. It wasn't that he didn't have joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, or that he didn't have emotions, but the people around him treated him like a piece of wood.

He is not made of wood, he is alive.

Can't Song Youran see it?

Song Youran couldn't see it.

Song Youran is going on a date with the girl he likes.

"Am I some random person?"

He heard Song Youran's voice and looked up. Song Youran came back and stood in front of him. He didn't know if she was asking him a question.

"Just get out of here after you're done hugging me."

Song Youran's body temperature was transmitted to the palm of his hand through the fabric of his clothes. He tilted his head and smelled the scent of Song Youran's neck.

He closed his eyes, but before he could react, Song Youran pushed him away: "Don't come to me again!"

He fell asleep that day and didn't see Song Youran leave. Was Song Youran's back that day also as unhesitating as it is today?

He should follow and meet the girl Song Youran likes. It would be best if he could become friends with her and let her persuade Song Youran to come back to him.

He couldn't catch up with Song Youran. Song Youran walked to the bus stop, jumped on a green bus, stood in front of the closed door and looked into his eyes.

He supported himself on his knees and gasped for breath. The driver was so cruel that he refused to wait for him for even one more second.

He went back to the school gate and stood there until dark, but Song Youran still hadn't returned.

Song Youran didn't come home at night. Did he live with the girl he liked?

The next day he went to the school gate again, but did not wait for Song Youran. The same thing happened in the next few days.

The mirage falls to the ground and turns into an oasis, but it hides in the desert and doesn't want to be found anymore.

Yang Xu didn't understand the relationship between the desert and the oasis, and asked Wen Chu if he wanted to go on a desert adventure.

The study room at University A is very quiet, and even speaking quietly can attract the attention of others.

Yang Xu covered his mouth and turned his head to give an apologetic smile to the classmate at the next table.

Wen Chu, who was sitting opposite him, lowered his head and flipped through the book. The words on the book came alive, and lines of them broke away from the pages, twisting and struggling in the air like stirring earthworms.

He slammed the book on the table and breathed heavily.

Yang Xu waved his hand in front of him and asked softly, "Senior, are you okay?"

He leaned back as if facing a formidable enemy: "Don't touch me!"

He forgot he was sitting on a chair, and the violent movement caused the seat to fall to the ground.

There was a dull thud on his head, and a huge vortex appeared on the ceiling in front of him, causing the people and objects around him to spin together.

He closed his eyes, and the invisible world inside his body also spun.

His penis was trapped in the washing machine, the machine was turning and tumbling, the world was upside down, black and white no longer existed, his internal organs were broken -

His hair was shoulder-length, and Song Youran ran her fingers into his hair, saying his hair was like a cloud, and happily called him cotton candy;

His habit of sleeping was discovered by Song Youran, who poked his nose and called him a lazy pig.

There are also big elephants, little dogs, big monkeys...

"Do you know what a horse macaque is? You definitely don't. Let me explain. A horse macaque is a picky eater. They won't eat this or that, and their faces will become like a horse's from starvation, just like you."

Song Youran said nonsense seriously, "If you eat one more bowl of rice, you won't be a big monkey anymore, but a round-faced little monkey."

The round-faced little monkey, haha, so cute...

He opened his eyes, and Yang Xu ran to open the door with a look of horror: "Senior, you, you... I'll go call a doctor!"

The ward door was wide open. He sat up and felt a big bump on the back of his head.

"It's over, it's over. My senior's head is broken." Yang Xu kept muttering, "Let's take another X-ray, and look more carefully this time."

The doctor was overwhelmed: "Take a few more X-rays, he'll be fine. You're too nervous."

"You didn't see what happened at the time." Yang Xu said, his body trembling, and pushed open the door of the ward. "See for yourself, it's too scary."

The empty beds were really scary.

"Where's my senior?"

Yang Xu opened the bathroom door and ran to the ward window to look downstairs, "Where's my senior?"

The doctor stood in the corridor and stopped a passing nurse and asked, "Where is the patient in this room?"

The nurse pointed toward the elevator lobby ahead.

The windows on both sides of the elevator lobby were wide open. Wen Chu stood facing the wind, with her long hair flying behind her shoulders, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Senior..." Yang Xu swallowed his saliva, his legs trembling. He wanted to get closer but was afraid of disturbing the other party. He moved forward bit by bit, his hands in a defensive posture: "Senior, we have something to discuss. Come over here, the wind is too strong over there..."

Wen Chu closed his eyes. Just now, Song Youran updated his Moments and posted a photo with a girl.

He waited at the school gate for several days but didn't see Song Youran. He also fell ill and coughed for a long time.

Song Youran had no idea about this and didn't care to know.