The bus raced along the highway, winding its way like a dragon. The scenery outside the window unfolded like a scroll, and the sunlight filtered through the clouds, gilding the beautiful scene.
Mu Xinrong leaned back in the comfortable seat, happily enjoying the wonderful time on the road. He glanced at Chao Youye, who was drowsy as soon as he got on the bus, and sighed softly in his heart.
Jay Chou's "Rice Fragrance" is playing on repeat in my headphones.
＜Remember you said home is the only castle＞
Continuing to run along the fragrant rice river
＜I know my childhood dreams＞
Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away
＜Countryside Ballads: Eternal Support＞
＜Go home and return to the original beauty＞
………………………………………
By the time Chao Youye woke up, they had already reached their destination.
In autumn, rice paddies blossom at their most captivating. A gentle breeze whips the rice paddies into a rolling sway, like waves on a vast ocean. As the sun sets, its golden afterglow bathes the paddies, painting the world a brilliant golden hue.
The farmer wiped the sweat from his face and waved to them. Not far away was a large haystack that could accommodate many people lying on it.
This was a scene Chao Youye had never seen before. The golden light fell on his fingertips, and it seemed that he could grab it with just a stretch of his hand. It seemed that even he himself was covered in golden light, and his deep purple eyes were particularly clear and bright.
"Youye, let's take a picture."
The two took a beautiful photo here, in which they were smiling happily.
The sky gradually darkened. This time they did not invite anyone. They just wanted to enjoy their time together.
They stayed in a hotel they had booked in advance, which had a very good review rate.
After a whole day of driving, they checked that the doors and windows were closed and then lay down to rest.
Tick-tick, like the sound of some liquid falling. Mu Xinrong walked forward step by step in the sudden biting cold.
A black shadow appeared and stared at Mu Xinrong, as if he wanted to see through Mu Xinrong.
But the next second, a beautiful smile appeared on his delicate face, and the short knife in his hand took advantage of Mu Xinrong's inattention and stabbed it into Mu Xinrong's chest without any mercy.
The pain from the knife wound was like a sharp, cold wind, piercing his heart. In an instant, Mu Xinrong's heartbeat was like a frantic drumbeat, throbbing erratically, and his face turned pale. Mu Xinrong could only grit his teeth and endure the intense pain.
Blood continued to flow out of his body. Mu Xinrong had forgotten the pain and only saw the bright red blood drops falling to the floor.
“Why…why…?”
Mu Xinrong's throat seemed to be blocked by a piece of pig iron. After several minutes, he made a mechanical sound.
"Do you think I really like you? Don't be so self-righteous."
It's such a nice voice, but at this moment she said such chilling words.
Hearing this, Mu Xinrong was suddenly awakened by a basin of cold water poured over him from head to toe, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"What a mess..."
He stood under the dim light, his fingers long and strong, tightly clamping Mu Xinrong's cheek, making her unable to move. Then he lost interest, turned around and slowly walked away.
Mu Xinrong's hands tightly gripped the collar of his shirt, his fingertips white from the strain, as if he wanted to lock all the despair in his heart. His sorrowful eyes were deep and empty, revealing endless pain and helplessness.
Blood... a lot of blood is still flowing out...
He... that him was no longer the boy he once was, nor was he the person he remembered...
A dark red mark appeared on Mu Xinrong's forehead. Deep within him flowed an unrelieved repressed impulse, and his rational nerves completely collapsed at this moment...
He suddenly seemed to be revived and rushed madly towards the person who was gradually disappearing from his sight.
In the end...Mu Xinrong's hands were soaked in blood.
"Mu Xinrong."
The other party read out his name expressionlessly.
Mu Xinrong looked at the person who was gradually falling down, his eyes wide open, his consciousness still a little dazed. He suddenly realized what he had just done.
He personally killed the person he loved most, Chao Youye, whom he had loved for a very long time...
Things have reached a point where they cannot be undone...
Mu Xinrong was as helpless as a child. His emotions, which should have been numb, finally erupted at this moment. He could no longer hold back and knelt beside the cold corpse, tears falling drop by drop.
"So? Wasn't this your choice?"
A mysterious voice echoed faintly in Mu Xinrong's ears, as if he would fall into an endless abyss if he was not careful...
"What's the use of regret?"
"Look at the reality."
"One day, you'll be mine."
The voice was like a devil, lying in Mu Xinrong's ear, muttering to itself.
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