Han Li stood downstairs, staring expressionlessly at the empty corridor entrance.
The gentle yet slightly weak disguise she had shown in front of Shen Kong before had disappeared. Her dark eyes were bottomless, as if she was born with a gloomy and arrogant temperament that could easily keep people away.
There seemed to be a faint smell of cigarettes in the air. He raised his head and sniffed, his eyes becoming darker.
I don’t know if it was a momentary trance... Just now, through the rising green smoke, Han Li almost mistook him for another person.
Whether it's the way he holds the cigarette, or the habit of lazily holding the long, thin cigarette between his lips...
They all look like the mysterious man in memory.
Han Li withdrew his gaze and subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at his left palm.
The fingers are clean and slender, with delicate lines on the palms, with the thinness of a boy and the breadth of an adult.
He grasped the void lightly, as if he could still feel some cold and sticky liquid seeping into his skin, leaving a dark brown-red color in his palms, like criss-crossing scars.
Just like eight years ago.
Han Li was a person who found it difficult to fall asleep in unfamiliar places, but last night, perhaps because the sound of raindrops hitting the window was too soothing, or perhaps because of the fatigue brought by the pain, he quickly fell into a deep sleep on the narrow sofa.
In his chaotic dream, he seemed to have returned to the confused and fearful age of ten.
Dark shadows surrounded the bed and whispered incessantly, murmuring horrible words - weakness, organs, critical illness... death. All the words seemed to transform into blank and mocking faces, spinning, dancing and laughing around him as he curled up in the corner.
He saw a pale, skeleton-like hand hanging beside the bed, and then countless black shadows spread out from all around and tightly wrapped around him.
Unable to struggle, unable to move, unable to make a sound, unable to breathe.
The darkness was closing in step by step, revealing a terrifying face, speaking a strange language with a crude accent, and holding the dark and cold muzzle of a gun against his forehead with a grin - hatred and anger instantly filled his heart, he rushed forward, knocked open a gap between the shadows, and then fell into the abyss around him.
He had had the same dream too many times, but... this time something seemed different.
Han Li saw the black muzzle of the gun slowly pointing at his forehead. He could almost feel the chill of death from the metal on his skin. He looked at the blurry face not far away and grinned. His finger on the trigger slowly tightened. An extreme anger and unwillingness surged from the bottom of his heart, gnawing at his heart like a ferocious beast, driving him to suddenly break free from the restraint of the man's palm and slam into the other party fiercely.
Then he fell off the cliff.
The grass, wood, and gravel scratched his skin, and the hard branches whipped his back.
Han Li heard the sound of his leg bones breaking, and the dizzying sharp pain made him scream in suffocation. However, the cold wind rushing into his lungs blocked all his screams and sobs in his throat. His tightly bound upper limbs made it impossible for him to struggle, and he could only roll towards the dark abyss in despair and pain.
However, a faint voice in my heart seemed to murmur, "...It's not like that."
But a deeper darkness came and drowned out the voice.
Then, Han Li saw himself waking up in the hospital. The doctor was reporting something to his cold and majestic father with a fearful attitude. His slender stepmother was wiping her tearful eyes with a handkerchief, her delicate makeup was not messy at all. The deep fear instantly drowned him like the sea water. He raised his head with difficulty and saw that his legs were raised high -
There was nothing below the knees.
That faint voice appeared again: "It's not like that..."
A ray of light shone through the darkness, bringing with it broken images that flooded into my mind.
——The pungent smell of cigarettes, cold fingers, a hug with the bitter taste of grass, and a steady and rhythmic heartbeat.
Han Li suddenly opened his eyes.
The shadow of the night has not yet left, the sound of rain outside the window has disappeared, and the narrow room seems to be in a hazy state between light and darkness, giving him a very unreal and strange feeling.
He suddenly sat up on the sofa, the sheet covering his body slipped down with his movement, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
Han Li raised his hand and rubbed his temples. His ears were still rumbling from the strange dream before, giving him a splitting headache.
The room was quiet, as if everything around him was still asleep and he was the only one awake.
Han Li retracted his gaze and sent a message to the same number:
"Come pick me up."
Just after sending the message, Han Li hesitated. He looked up and his eyes fell on the bedroom not far away. In the dim morning light, he could see a faint bulge on the bed, which seemed to be still asleep. The scene he saw before going to bed flashed through his mind. He picked up the phone again and sent a message to the same number:
"Buy a new phone."
The other party quickly replied: "What brand?"
Han Li gently stroked the old clothes he was wearing with his fingers. The soft and dry fabric exuded the fragrance of laundry detergent after being exposed to the sun. His fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard a few times:
"No need to buy it, bring my spare phone."
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The weekends always pass quickly and soon it’s time to go back to school.
“Beep, beep, beep—”
The monotonous and harsh sound of the alarm clock rang out in the small room. Chen Kong turned over in bed irritably and waved his hand to knock the alarm clock on the bedside table away.
The alarm clock rolled a few times on the ground, hit the corner of the wall, and after ringing twice with difficulty, it finally broke into pieces miserably.
The system's equally monotonous and harsh voice came to my ears:
"Correctors, get up, it's time to go to school!"
Shen Kong opened his eyes, and slowly climbed out of the bed with a sense of hostility, his whole body filled with the low pressure of "I'm unhappy".
"I'm already thirty years old, why should I go to school?"
The system that started the culprit knew the situation and remained as quiet as a chicken, not making any more noises.
With no one to vent his anger on, Shen Kong was furious. He kicked open the half-closed bedroom door, stomped his slippers loudly, rushed into the bathroom with murderous intent, and turned on the faucet.
The rushing water washed over the old washbasin. Chen Kong scooped up some cold water and splashed it on his face. He grabbed the towel beside him and wiped his face. Then, with a grim face, he reached out and picked up the schoolbag on the ground, and strode out the door.
The system reminded: "Corrector, you haven't had breakfast yet..."
"Shut up."
Shen Kong shouted with gritted teeth.
The system fell silent again, as if it didn't exist.
Chen Kong followed his memory, turning around in the winding alleys, and walked towards the school with low pressure.
But before he reached his destination, he was stopped halfway.
Three or four tall and strong students were standing in the middle of the road in a sloppy manner, blocking Chen Kong's way. They were wearing loose school uniforms, jeans that did not conform to school rules, and had strange and bizarre hairstyles.
The cockscomb-headed leader raised his eyes and slowly looked at Chen Kong from top to bottom, then raised the corners of his lips with ill intent:
"Hey, what's up, Cheng Daxueba, why are you finally daring to take the main road this time? Are you not hiding from us brothers anymore?"
Chen Kong looked up at the two men, his eyebrows full of gloomy hostility, his light brown eyes were like inorganic glass beads, almost making the two men subconsciously feel creepy, but before they could do anything, they saw the gentle and thin boy opposite them showing a gentle and sunny smile:
"Oh? Why don't you tell me first, why should I hide from you?"
As if he wanted to dispel the strange feeling lingering in his heart, the other student took two steps forward in anger and stretched out his hand to pull the collar of the boy who usually obeyed them. The boy did not dodge or avoid, and let his collar be tightly grasped. His upper body leaned forward slightly due to his force. From a distance, it seemed as if he was lifted into the air, and he was incredibly compliant:
"You fucking kid..."
The young man looked back at him with a smile, gently placed his hand over the man's palm, and interrupted him softly:
"Didn't your mother teach you not to touch other people?"
After saying that, he grasped the man's index finger and mercilessly applied force to twist it in the opposite direction. The pain of his muscles and bones being pulled made the man scream instantly, and his entire upper body bent down under Chen Kong's force. The other people were stunned, as if they couldn't understand why the nerd who was usually squeezed and rolled by them suddenly seemed like a different person.
Finally, Shen Kong mercifully let go.
The man fell to the ground holding his swollen fingers, wailing.
The other few people finally woke up from their dreams, clenched their fists in anger, and rushed towards Chen Kong together, wanting to teach him a lesson.
However, the next second, a slightly cold voice came from not far away, saying lightly:
"What are you all arguing about at the school gate?"
The lazy students were startled and subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. They saw a tall and thin boy with a schoolbag slung across his shoulder, slowly walking towards the school gate. The cockscomb-haired boy in the lead turned pale subconsciously, and as if feeling guilty, he retracted his fist, put it behind his back, and stammered, "Brother Lin, why are you here?"
The boy called Brother Lin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you making trouble?"
The cockscomb-haired guy didn't get angry. He nodded and said, "It's a misunderstanding. We are going to class now. Sorry, sorry."
After saying that, the two men bent down and helped up the student who was still lying on the ground wailing, and then ran in the opposite direction as if escaping. Before leaving, the cockscomb-haired man cast a vicious glance at Shen Kong.
No wonder this kid is so tough today, it turns out he has someone powerful enough to hold his own.
Let’s wait and see!
Watching those people stumbling away together, Lin Ziyu finally put away his cold and contemptuous attitude and replaced it with a kind and gentle smile. He looked at Shen Kong:
"Student, are you okay?"
——The punching bag that came to the door was scared away, what can happen?
Shen Kong took a deep breath, suppressed the hostility in his eyes, and barely maintained his gentle and nerdy persona. He nodded perfunctorily to the man, then turned around and walked straight into the school gate without looking back.
Seeing the thin figure in school uniform gradually shrinking, Lin Ziyu narrowed his eyes with interest, then took out his phone from his pocket and typed a message:
"Don't worry, Brother Han. Those who harassed Cheng Chen won't dare to touch him again. However, I actually feel that... he doesn't seem to need me very much?"
The message showed that it had been read, and I replied with a "yeah" only after a long delay.
Lin Ziyu was not angry. He looked up at the empty school gate, shook his head, and sighed in a low voice:
"As expected, she is the one that Brother Han likes. She really has personality."
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