Snow
The medicine on the floor had turned into empty shells. A corner of the sheet hung on the floor, and a hand hovered above it, the arm crossed over it twitching slightly.
Yu Zou was beginning to wake up from the suffocating feeling of drowning, but the lingering fragrance was pulling him into a deeper dream, and the warm, soft touch beneath him was also unforgettable.
In the struggle, his waking consciousness pierced his mind like a sharp sword, reminding him of the realities of life.
Yu Zou suddenly opened his eyes, the blurry vision swirling and merging together before him, revealing mottled bite marks on a white neck. Du Pianjian lay beneath him, face down on the bed, sunken into the blankets, her back covered in a mixture of red marks and white foam.
The strange unfamiliarity of his body made him uneasy. Yu Zou slowly propped himself up and realized that he was still inside Du Pianjian's body. He silently led Du Pianjian out, during which time Du Pianjian showed no signs of waking up.
He only has a vague memory of the whole process because he was forced to enter a vulnerable period.
What did he say and do? What did Du Pianjian say and do?
Everything was separated by frosted glass.
Yu Zou walked to the balcony and looked down. In the middle of the rotten flowerbed was his fake grave. The mottled marks on the tombstone testified to the torment he had endured day and night.
He opened his palm, revealing what he had just found under the cabinet—a muscle relaxant.
"Why go to such lengths? You clearly hate me."
A deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him, and a tear that had been building up in his left eye finally fell.
It hit the necklace stuck on the balcony with a crisp sound.
It is a small round pendant necklace made of Du Pianjian paper. The pendant is misaligned, as if it has been worn away.
Yu Zou picked it up and opened it; inside was a flattened bottle cap.
The public facilities in the suburban park have some peeling paint due to their age.
Du Pianjian hid in the hole under the slide, hugging her knees and quietly watching the motionless swing opposite.
I can't go to tutoring, and I can't go home.
I always feel like I've done something wrong and the consequences are serious, but I can't think of the specifics.
Just when I was at my wit's end, a pair of white sneakers appeared, along with white school uniform pants. The pants were rolled up, and the person had to squat down and bend over to see him.
"Little friend, why are you here all alone?"
Du Pianjian smelled a scent, perhaps the smell of soda in his hand, or perhaps the smell of laundry detergent emanating from his clothes.
"I……"
Du Pianjian talked on and on without any clear direction, his gaze shifting from the school sign on the other person's clothes that read "Yinrui Junior High School" to the somewhat wilted irises in the flower bed across the street, and he gradually became absent-minded.
The other person didn't seem to be listening, so he didn't want to talk anymore.
"It's no big deal," the other person concluded.
Sure enough, it was pointless to say anything; no one cared whether he lived or died. Du Pianjian was extremely depressed.
"Let me take you home, it's going to snow."
When the hand reached in, Du Pianjian moved further in, afraid of being touched by the hand.
Parents and teachers have said many times that you shouldn't go with strangers.
He paused for a moment, then reached out again.
After a sigh, he said, "Okay, then I'll call the police for you?"
"No! If we call the police, others will find out about our family's affairs. We'll be disgraced, beaten, starved, and forced to kneel in the ancestral hall."
"Leaving such a small child like you here is not an option."
"It's none of your business, I can go home." Then her stomach rumbled.
The next moment, a bottle of soda came into view, and he said, "Look, it's unopened."
He tapped the soda bottle against the entrance of the slide hole, the cap popped off, and bubbles rushed upwards. He put the bottle in the hole, got up, and left.
Du Pianjian didn't touch the bottle of soda for a long time.
You shouldn't drink anything given to you by a stranger.
But the soda smelled so good, and he was really hungry.
He picked it up and took a sip.
Why would I dream about this?
When Du Pianjian woke up, her memories connected with her dream. As a child, she hadn't drunk that bottle of soda, nor was she afraid of the stranger. With his company, she treated the empty soda bottle as an enemy, smashing it with pebbles.
The bottle caps were his spoils of war.
It was the first time he had mustered the courage to rebel.
"I'm so hungry."
Feeling the pheromones in his body chasing and surging, gradually becoming familiar from unfamiliar, but he, as the owner, was not quite used to it yet, so Du Pianjian could only take the initiative to increase the dosage.
Yu Zou immediately turned around stiffly, his expression obscured by the backlight.
Darkness returned to the room, the bed trembled slightly, and Du Pianjian's body temperature was alarmingly high. The marking was truly magical; subtle changes in each other's bodies were transmitted without reservation, allowing one to feel the other's instinctive desires, which then became one's own.
What cannot be spoken aloud is conveyed entirely through the body.
The snow fell heavily on the ground, and gently settled on Du Pianjian's heart.
When Yu Zou wakes up, he will say he is leaving again.
Du Pianjian stared into the gap in the curtains, so many snowflakes, each one solitary. He got out of bed expressionlessly, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor.
The sound of him falling woke Yu Zou, but Du Pianjian acted as if she couldn't see him, heading straight to the bathroom to shower. She then dressed methodically and tied her tie.
Yu Zou couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"
"work."
"work?"
Du Pianjian walked around the messy pieces on the floor and said, "Yes. Going to work. Talking to Luo Zangrui about the Xiyanba project."
"Luo...you're not kidding, are you?"
"Use Du Junmei's techniques to clean Xiyanba, then use your techniques to reconstruct it." Looking at Yu Zou's expression, Du Pianjian let out a wicked laugh.
"I'm going to destroy everything you left behind, betray Li Kuo, and make Shi Nao the scapegoat, hahaha. I'm going to completely ruin Yu Long."
"no!"
"Who told you to die? Why bother? It's none of my business anyway. You're just my hallucination, my mental illness, what can you do? Stop talking nonsense in my ear." Du Pianjian went to open the door, but Yu Zou slammed his hand on it, and the tiny crack disappeared in an instant.
Du Pianjian frowned, thinking he had a physical disability, and stretched out his fingers, saying, "Yi Song! Open the door!"
Looking at Du Pianjian's face, Yu Zou made up his mind, grabbed Du Pianjian's wrist, and dragged her upstairs.
Du Pianjian was stunned for a few seconds, wondering why she had actually been dragged away. Then, she angrily broke free from Yu Zou's grasp and shouted, "Chi Hengxun! I warned you not to come in!"
He gritted his teeth and turned to scan the room for usable weapons. Then he froze, clutching the back of his neck, his expression frozen in disbelief: "Who? Who?!"
Yu Zou took a step closer to him: "What's wrong?"
"I've been tagged, but I can't remember who it was. I've never smelled pheromones before."
"It's me."
Du Pianjian looked at Yu Zou with a listless smile: "How could that be? You don't have the ability to mark, and you're dead. You're just my illusion. I know that."
Yu Zou took Du Pianjian's hand and touched it, starting from her face and sliding down until they shook hands again.
"I really am."
Now, Yu Zou also realized that Du Pianjian's mental state was extremely poor and he had begun to hallucinate.
Du Pianjian squinted hard, leaning close to see the person clearly before suddenly pushing them away, clutching her head and ramming incoherently: "No! No! Yu Zou is dead, it's all fake, they're lying to me, trying to drive me crazy, and then lock me up. I can't, I have to be normal again."
Du Pianjian ran in the opposite direction, and Yu Zou chased him all the way into the garden. It turned out that there was a golf club lying dead among the withered branches and leaves. Du Pianjian pulled out a club and stumbled towards the tombstone.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier.
The tomb was covered with a white cloth, which Du Pianjian gently wiped away, revealing the inscription on the tombstone:
Tomb of Ai Fu Yu Zou
I feel guilty about this delay.
She didn't turn her love into hate as usual, blaming him for abandoning her when he left.
Instead, he repeated to the tombstone: "If I had known I would survive, that would have been the last time you guessed its meaning, and I would have told you directly. The words on it were the first things you said to me: I feel guilty for this delay."
"Yu Zou, you really should apologize to me."
Du Pianjian raised his golf club, a spark flashing briefly in the cold winter air, leaving another ugly scratch. Swing after swing, he gradually exhausted himself in the silent and merciless struggle against death itself.
Yu Zou watched silently, like a ghost.
Tired, Du Pianjian leaned against the tombstone, gazing at Yu Zou. After an unknown amount of time, she asked, "Did you hear that?"
Yu Zou nodded.
Du Pianjian smiled as she watched Yu Zou approach. Both of them were covered in snow, and at that moment they looked like strangers.
Yu Zou said, "Let the others go. I will stay with you until the end."
"who?"
“Mom, Shi Nao, He Honghan, Mu Hanjiao.” Yu Zou paused deliberately, “You.”
"don't want."
"I'm sorry, Pianjian." Yu Zou held Du Pianjian in his arms, cold and thin. "I apologize for hurting you, for making you sad, for misunderstanding you, for not trusting you as much as I thought, and for thinking I did nothing wrong."
Yu Zou buried his face in Du Pianjian's collarbone, letting his tears flow back into his body with each breath.
With the last part replaced, Ison, who had been paralyzed for a year, finally shone again.
Upon seeing Yu Zou, she cheered, "Administrator Z, long time no see! Commander J has been in a bad state while you were away. Should we generate a report?"
"generate."
As Yu Zou examined the frame by frame, Du Pianjian, who was curled up on the bed, suddenly asked, "Yi Song, how many people are here?"
"Commander J asked me to determine how many people are here, but didn't specify whether they are dead or alive, nor did he define the area, and it's unclear whether the area outside the house should be included. Recalling the order, the master's tone seemed to emphasize that this area roughly corresponds to the technical room. In summary: Commander J, there are two people here."
Du Pianjian stared blankly as he reached out to touch Yu Zou. Yu Zou looked up from the screen and said, "Ysion! Expand the scope to everything within your reach, including the interior and surrounding area of the house. Determine how many people are here. Briefly think and provide the coordinates."
"Okay, two in the tech room, one in the garden is dead, and two are approaching in the passageway at the door. Based on their clothing, they seem to be police officers. They're 30 meters away, 29 meters away..."
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