Fireworks stress
Fang Huai pulled his hand back and hid it in his sleeve. "When are you leaving?"
Kong Lingyu looked at Fang Huai with resentment. Fang Huai explained, "I'm not urging you to leave. I just wanted to see you off in advance, Kong Lingyu."
"Brother, my senior has something to do at the company and will leave tonight." Fang Henan raised his hand weakly.
Fang Huai glanced at the calendar on the wall in a daze. The time had come. "Have a safe journey then?"
Kong Lingyu smiled and shook his head helplessly, "Yeah."
"But before that, can you please go out for a walk with me?"
There was a problem at the company, and he couldn't delay any longer, but Kong Lingyu still wanted to give this gift to Fang Huai. He waited patiently for Fang Huai's reply.
While hesitating, Fang Henian came over, put his arm around Fang Huai's shoulders and said, "Brother, let's go out and relax."
"Don't worry about my parents. I will tell them later."
Fang Henian understood his family's temperaments. His brother appeared easygoing in front of the elders, but in reality he was stubborn and unyielding, never changing his mind. In some ways, his brother was a lot like his mother.
His way of looking at the problem is very simple: if it is not suitable, then forget it, there is no need to force it.
Fang Huai did not respond. His thoughts were in a mess, like a line that was forcibly straightened, with his adoptive parents on one side and Kong Lingyu on the other.
Just now, he saw Kong Lingyu. Suddenly, the hidden thoughts in his mind broke out. When he thought about the past, he could no longer deceive himself. The friendship he had always used for psychological comfort was no longer pure. He could no longer get along with Kong Lingyu like a normal friend.
Kong Lingyu stood up and threw the apple core into the trash can, forming a perfect parabola in the air. At that moment, a ray of sunlight slanted in from the window. He turned his back to the light, bent down and stretched out his hand to Fang Huai: "Let's go, Fang Huai."
The sunlight was very soft. Kong Lingyu leaned close enough to see the fine hairs on Fang Huai's face, as well as the emotions in his eyes: resistance and doubt.
Fang Huai was resisting, which was within Kong Lingyu's expectations.
Kong Lingyu never restrained his movements, nor did he conceal his thoughts. He knew Fang Huai had many concerns. Layer upon layer, they formed a hard jacket, protecting him in the center and avoiding all risks.
"Fang Huai." Kong Lingyu called Fang Huai's name, "Is it okay?"
Fang Huai didn't extend his hand to Kong Lingyu, but moved his lips and finally agreed: "Okay."
The three of them drove out and saw a middle-aged woman not far away with a basket of vegetables hanging on her arm and her husband standing beside her.
The husband said in distress: "Is this the end?"
The woman handed the basket to her husband and kept looking at the car until it was completely out of sight. Then she looked away and said sternly, "Impossible."
"My children must listen to me, and they must live a well-behaved life." In her impression, Fang Huai was a soft-hearted person who would definitely bow his head soon.
The husband took the basket and chuckled, "I hope so."
He went upstairs without paying attention. He Lijun stood downstairs, feeling the breeze. "He will definitely be obedient. He was the most obedient when he was a child."
There was something clearly wrong with the way He Nian's boss looked at her eldest son. As someone who had experienced this, how could she not understand what Xiao Kong was thinking? She could not accept her child taking that detour.
Her children must live their lives in peace and security.
Fang Huai couldn't keep up with Kong Lingyu's train of thought, just like now - Kong Lingyu brought them to the deserted suburbs.
The only sound he could hear in the car was the reminder from the in-car navigation system, and the dim light prevented him from seeing Kong Lingyu's expression.
"Why are you here?" Fang Huai asked, unable to resist his curiosity.
Fang Henian, who was sitting in the back row, echoed doubtfully, "It was pitch dark, I couldn't see anything clearly."
Kong Lingyu raised his chin mysteriously, "You'll know when the time comes."
When they arrived at the destination, Fang Huai got out of the car. The surroundings were desolate and there was nothing there. He walked around the car to make sure there were no surprises.
He turned around to look for the two people, but heard a loud bang. In the dark sky, a gorgeous firework exploded, and the sound was like a thunderous wave that drowned Fang Huai.
Kong Lingyu stood in front of the car, looking up at the clusters of fireworks exploding in the sky. Fang Henian, who hadn't even had time to get out of the car, looked up in shock, his heart pounding. A feeling of despair washed over him, and the past that he had deliberately ignored was ruthlessly revealed, revealing a bloody wound.
"Brother!" Fang Henan's only thought was to find his brother, so he got out of the car to find his brother.
Fang Huai could not hear anything. He tried hard to suppress his fear and forced himself to look up at the exploding fireworks. His red eyes were filled with tears. The deafening sound pulled his sanity into an almost broken thread. His face turned pale and no trace of blood could be seen.
Finally, the thread that was stretched to the extreme broke, and the tears in his eyes slid down his face like beads with broken strings, but Fang Huai's trembling hands no longer had the courage to catch them.
He slowly bent down and squatted on the ground. There was an inexplicable suffocating air in his chest, squeezing all his organs and making his stomach churn. He could no longer hold it in and retched miserably.
Waves of stinging pain came from under the uneven skin of his back. He whimpered in pain, his lips bleeding from being bitten. "It hurts so much."
He seemed to be back in that rainy night, the raindrops hitting the thin cloth, soaking the inflamed and festering wounds, the thin shirt sticking to his thin back, pulling at the bloody wounds as he curled up.
He curled up under a tree like a stray cat in the neighborhood, reality and memories intertwined, he could hardly tell them apart, "It hurts so much."
“It really hurts.”
Kong Lingyu didn't expect things to develop like this. He subconsciously hugged Fang Huai and held him in his arms, covering him with his coat and covering Fang Huai's ears, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He lost his composure and hugged the trembling person tightly in his arms, his chin resting on the top of Fang Huai's head, and his hand patting Fang Huai's back gently.
Just like he comforted Maimai who was afraid of the dark when they were children, he comforted Fang Huai who was stressed out now.
"I'm sorry." He hugged Fang Huai. He couldn't explain his current mood. Endless regret and heartache turned into a series of thin apologies.
Fang Huai raised his head in embarrassment, his eyes empty and red as he looked at Kong Lingyu blankly. As if realizing something, he quickly pushed Kong Lingyu away.
His hands kept searching on his body, "Where's my phone? My phone!"
"Brother, your phone."
Fang Henian quickly handed the phone to Fang Huai. Fang Huai took the phone with trembling hands and dialed the top number. The call was quickly connected.
A gentle voice came: "Xiao Huai."
"Li...Xuan, help me."
His tone was helpless and desperate, just like when he asked Li Xuan for help in his senior year of high school, "Li Xuan, save me."
When Li Xuan heard the sound of fireworks exploding over there, his face quickly turned cold and he picked up his coat and walked outside.
Gently comforted Fang Huai: "Be good, I will come to pick you up soon."
Li Xuan bowed to his family apologetically: "Grandpa and grandma, I have something urgent to attend to and cannot accompany you."
"Go ahead, young people nowadays." The enlightened elders knew that Li Xuan had something urgent to do, so they did not stop him and told him to go quickly. Li Xuan picked up the car keys and walked towards the garage.
The phone was still connected, and Li Xuan didn't ask what happened. He knew Fang Huai was in a very bad state, so he kept trying to comfort the incoherent Fang Huai: "Soon, I'll pick him up soon."
"Li Xuan, it hurts...it really hurts." Fang Huai's voice was weak. His out-of-control emotions and stomach aches made him weak.
He covered his face with his hands, tears and cold sweat wet the short hair on his forehead. His pale hands tightly grasped the phone as he listened to Li Xuan's voice and tried hard to respond to Li Xuan.
His voice grew weaker and weaker, and his other hand pressed against his aching abdomen, as if he was about to faint in the next second.
"To the hospital."
Under Fang Henan's complicated gaze, Kong Lingyu picked up Fang Huai and carried him sideways. "Drive to the hospital."
"Oh oh oh, okay." Fang Henan agreed repeatedly and went to drive.
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