Chapter 58 “Yes, I broke up with him.”
Those affectionate eyes are like crystal amber floating in peach petals, captivating the soul.
Ren Yizi's heart was beating fast, and he was in even greater pain and entanglement. He couldn't retreat or advance. Wen Siru's tenderness and pleasant body fragrance wrapped him tightly, making him addicted and unable to speak.
He panted, closed his eyes for a moment, and finally opened them slowly and firmly, saying seriously, "I have something to ask you, and you must answer truthfully."
Wen Siru was completely confused, but still said patiently, "Ask."
Ren Yizi emphasized again without being polite: "You must tell the truth. Otherwise, those who tell lies will have to swallow ten thousand needles."
Wen Siru finally realized that something was wrong. A trace of barely perceptible suspicion and coldness flashed across his eyes, but Ren Yizi still caught such a tiny detail.
Ren Yizi narrowed his eyes, and his heart felt like something was falling. A terrifying thought was about to burst out, vague and unclear, as if covered by a layer of gray and cold mist.
He was ready to give it his all, and finally spoke out what had been weighing heavily on his heart for the past few days, like a mountain pressing down on him: "A few days ago, I ran into someone who said his name was Zhao Junran."
Wen Siru's expression suddenly turned cold, and his voice changed from gentle to deep: "Zhao Junran? What does he want from you?"
Ren Yizi's voice trembled as he squeezed out from between his teeth. "He told me that you made a bet with him that even if I were a homophobic straight man, I would still fall in love with you. We're together now just because you were in a spur of the moment and used me as a part of the bet. You don't actually love me at all, is that right?"
The air between them was scorching, without a trace of oxygen.
Wen Siru's face was gloomy and unclear, and he said slowly: "Do you believe everything he says?"
"I don't believe it! So I come to ask you, is it true?" Ren Yizi asked louder and louder. He looked at Wen Siru's increasingly cold expression. It seemed that some answer was about to surface, but he didn't dare to think about it.
Wen Siru's cheeks twitched. He looked at Ren Yizi deeply, took a deep breath, and said resignedly, "Yes."
Ren Yizi's hanging heart was finally dug out cleanly!
Like being struck by lightning, countless images in his mind burst into pieces, all his beliefs collapsed, and he felt like his heart was being eaten by thousands of ants, even his soul was being gnawed into nothingness.
His eyes suddenly became dull and empty, as if he were a lifeless mannequin.
The next second, his pupils trembled violently, and his handsome features became distorted and hideous with anger. He pushed Wen Siru violently and yelled hysterically, "Why! Why are you doing this to me!?"
Wen Siru was pushed back a step, then immediately stepped forward and tried his best to appease Ren Yizi, holding his hand: "It was true before, but listen to me..."
Ren Yizi's eyes were bloodshot, his face violent, and he fiercely shook off Wen Siru's hand: "Who the hell wants to hear you finish?"
The Polaroid photos in his hand were thrown into the air, floating down and scattering between the two of them, like a heavy snowfall of extremely cold and biting snow.
Ren Yizi immediately slammed the bag off the table onto his shoulder, picked up his phone and keys, and stepped on the photos on the floor, leaving footprints. Without looking back, he walked towards the dormitory door: "Wen Siru, we're over. I'm not your toy, nor am I something you can bet on to win or lose!"
The voice was freezing cold.
Wen Siru looked at him in disbelief, his pupils suddenly shrinking. He took a quick step forward to stop Ren Yizi: "No, no! Ren Yizi! Listen to me!"
He grabbed Ren Yizi's school uniform collar and pushed the door hard, slamming it shut.
Ren Yizi used his backhand to pry the hand off his collar. He turned around with despair and anger in his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes, and punched him: "Wen Siru, you bastard! I don't want to hear another word from you!"
After beating and scolding her, he immediately took the opportunity to rush out of the door, leaving behind a stubborn and resolute back.
Wen Siru was hammered so hard that he took several steps back. He felt dizzy and in the midst of this dizziness and headache, he vaguely saw Ren Yizi's tears hitting the ground and shattering into countless tiny beads, and his heart broke as well.
The sharp pain in his jaw was far less severe than the pain in his heart.
He leaned against the door sill, squinted his eyes, and caressed the white jade Buddha in his school uniform with affection. The taste of iron lingered in his mouth, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the photo on the ground.
After the buzzing sound in his head weakened, Wen Siru chased out, but the dormitory corridor was empty and there was no sign of Ren Yizi.
Ren Yizi ran out of the dormitory building aimlessly. He ran wildly, his heart aching so much that he couldn't breathe. A feeling of powerlessness and sadness arose spontaneously, and his whole body felt like his soul was leaving his body.
Although it was a night in early summer in May, the evening breeze felt as chilling as an ice cellar in the dead of winter.
He recalled the past with Wen Si Ru in a flood, Wen Si Ru's smile, Wen Si Ru's kindness, it turned out that they were all fake, he was just Wen Si Ru's toy! A fun thing!
Ever since his father died and his mother abandoned him, he has been homeless and has been wandering. His body may be able to return to this birdcage-like rental house for a short rest, but his soul has been wandering, constantly looking for a home.
Until he met Wen Si Ru, although the dormitory was also small, he didn't care. He felt that wherever Wen Si Ru was, that was home.
The dormitory held many of their happy and sweet times. The laughter seemed to still echo in his ears, and the pictures of the memories were still colorful. Now, all the things that once made him happy have become a joke.
The beautiful memories seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers and eventually vanish into thin air.
But it turns out that all this was fake from the beginning, like a mirage, a beautiful dream woven by Wen Si Ru, waiting for him, like a fool, to fall into addiction. He was so naive and self-indulgent.
He just tried his best to control himself and not beat Wen Si Ru violently, which was already the last bit of dignity he gave to the other party.
As Ren Yizi was running, he was tripped by something. He staggered and saw clearly what was in front of him.
In the playground under the cover of night, the steps for group photos were dismantled into pieces. Without the playful and noisy students this afternoon, it seemed very deserted. Workers were carrying the iron bars and loading them onto trucks.
The school's streetlights were not bright enough, shining flickeringly on his face. He thought sadly:
The playground was clearly full of laughter and joy in the afternoon, but in the evening everything had changed and only the empty iron frame remained, as if it were a reminder of his ups and downs and painful life.
It's over, it's all over.
Beautiful memories can change into something else in a blink of an eye.
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Ren Yizi returned to the rental house in a daze. This was his last refuge.
He lay on the bed with a blank expression on his face, feeling that all his strength had been drained away. From his dream in the clouds, his body kept falling and finally he stepped into the bottomless abyss of darkness.
This rental house is still the same cold grey, soulless empty shell. But since Wen Siru came here, it has been dyed with the bright colors of life, just like the light in his life.
Unfortunately, things in the world are impermanent, his light disappeared, or perhaps, the light never came, and everything was just an illusion.
All the beautiful things in the past seem to have become bubbles, floating in the sun, looking dazzling and colorful, but they are something that will automatically shatter into countless pieces without being touched.
Ren Yizi used his last bit of strength to rummage through the drawers and found sleeping pills. After taking the pills, he slept for a few hours in a daze. He dreamed that he fell off a cliff and was immediately awakened. His heart still ached slightly.
He opened his phone to check the time, but the first thing he saw was the message bar. He had missed over 99 calls. Someone on WeChat had also sent him a long string of white messages, filling the entire screen:
【Where are you? 】
I'm sorry
[Please answer the phone. I'll come find you. We need to make things clear.]
Please
......
There were many more words below, just like a short essay. Ren Yizi rolled his eyes and didn't want to read any further. He directly blocked Wen Siru's WeChat and phone number.
He lets his WeChat account do what it wants, and he doesn't care about it anymore.
He suddenly missed his grandmother very much, so he called her.
Grandma answered the call quickly: "Hello, dear grandson, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Ren Yizi was now exhausted, but he pretended to be calm and said, "Well, grandma, aren't you still awake?"
"Grandma is old and doesn't need as much sleep. You young people should get more sleep. You and Xiaoru should go to bed early."
When Ren Yizi heard his grandmother mention certain people, he felt as if something had struck him. His heart ached, and he cried out in a sobbing voice, "Grandma..."
When grandma heard his aggrieved voice, she became extremely anxious: "Hey, what's wrong, Azi?"
Ren Yizi's words were stuck in his throat, his lips trembling. He suddenly felt that he was too impulsive. He couldn't let his grandmother worry about him. If he told his grandmother about him and Wen Siru, his grandmother would be powerless to help him and would suffer from insomnia like him.
What's more, he is an adult man and should handle things on his own. He should not tell his grandmother about such love affairs and make an old lady worry about him.
He suddenly changed the subject: "It's okay, grandma, it's just that math is really too difficult."
Only then did grandma feel relieved and, as usual, she nagged Ren Yizi a little, asking him to study hard, not to overwork himself, and to try something else if math was too difficult.
After calling his grandmother, Ren Yizi went to call Qin Yang again: "Hey, Lao Yang, please ask for a day off for me. I won't be going to class tomorrow."
Qin Yang quickly sensed something was amiss and asked, "Brother Zi? What's wrong with you? You didn't come to evening study today? Did you go to the internet cafe? And didn't you invite me?"
Ren Yizi grabbed his hair in frustration and said in a hoarse voice, "Why go to an internet cafe? To make a long story short, I'm heartbroken."
"What?" These words were like thunder, startling Qin Yang so much that he almost jumped up, and causing his roommate next to him to startle and curse.
Qin Yang was in no mood to talk to his roommate. He hurried out of the dormitory and asked, "Who is so bold as to dump you?"
"Who dares to dump me? I dumped him." Ren Yizi spoke word by word, gritting his teeth.
There was a look of sadness and anger in his eyes as he looked out the narrow window of the room. The waning moon hung in the sky like a sickle, cut into broken blades by countless electric wires, as if it was going to pierce him.
He didn't know why, but he imagined the fireworks that Wen Siru had set off for him on New Year's Day this year, and he couldn't stop wanting to cry.
Qin Yang quickly ran to comfort his brother Zi: "I'm coming to your dormitory. Open the door for me later."
"Don't come, I'm not in the dormitory, I went home." Ren Yizi's voice was filled with bitterness.
"Huh? You're not here?"
Qin Yang ran to the door of Ren Yizi's dormitory. He looked over and found that the door was open, but the lights were off. Confused, he walked over and asked, "Why is everyone in your dormitory not here? Where's Wen Siru? He's not here either."
When Ren Yizi heard those three words, his hair stood on end as if in a stress reaction. His voice was cold and his tone was very firm: "Don't mention him to me anymore."
Qin Yang froze in place after hearing this, stunned. "Huh? What's going on between you and him?"
Ren Yizi slowly closed his eyes and said in extreme pain: "Anyway, don't mention him."
Qin Yang felt that today was really strange. His brother Zi was heartbroken and seemed to have broken up with his roommate. Both his love and friendship were hurt. He looked so pitiful.
If he had heard that his brother Zi and Wen Siru were not on good terms before, he would have been a bit cocky, but now he didn't want to add insult to injury at all. He just wanted to comfort his brother Zi: "Don't be sad, brother, and don't be obsessed with one flower. The next one will be better."
“..........”
Ren Yizi simply couldn't hear such comfort. Wen Siru had three identities to Ren Yizi: lover, friend, and family member. Tonight, Ren Yizi felt like he was experiencing the end of the world.
Qin Yang asked doubtfully on the other end, "Hey, Brother Zi, are you listening? Why aren't you talking?"
Qin Yang asked with concern, and then went to help his brother Zi close the door of their dormitory to prevent anything from being stolen.
The street light outside the dormitory shone faintly, and Qin Yang saw a pile of photo album papers scattered in the dim dormitory. Upon closer inspection, he saw spots of blood on the ground.
He frowned, feeling that something was not going on, so he turned on the lights in their dormitory, picked up a few photos and looked at them carefully, then stood there in a daze like a big goose.
In these photos, his brother Zi and Wen Siru are very close, beyond the distance between friends, with actions and postures that only lovers would have.
His heart skipped a beat, as if he knew something he shouldn't have known. He stuttered and asked, "You, you, you, he, he, you two, are you...?"
His tone was cryptic and tactful, but he didn't ask anything.
But Ren Yizi soon understood. He knew he couldn't hide it anymore, so he kicked open the cabinet door and admitted, "Yes, I broke up with him."
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Wen Siru (sickly smile): First courtesy, then force
Mumbling: It would be terrible to be hit face to face by our Brother Zi. Most people would fall to the ground.
This time, Brother Zi was more restrained. After all, he had loved her, and he was her husband. If he ruined her face, it would be more trouble than it would take.
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