Chapter 250

It's like catching the icy water falling from a rusty water pipe on the tip of your tongue in winter and freezing your teeth.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it.

But it still didn't help at all. My teeth were numb, like the dentist had given me an anesthetic and was about to have my teeth pulled, but the anesthetic didn't work well for me.

I felt like a fire started in my heart, and my dirty heart turned into a dry branch and was burned.

He always manages to bring out all my emotions so easily.

I closed my eyes and imagined the possible existence of him, and the feeling of tasting sea salt cheese cream was awakened from my mind.

Pure white, soft and delicate, slightly sweet, with a wonderful and special saltiness. Sure enough, there is a reason why I like it.

Every minute and every second is a reason.

"Yes, I will go down immediately if you give the order."

I answered him.

When I answered him, the receiver of the phone was pressed tightly against my ear. I held the phone with both hands, just like I was holding a disobedient little rabbit that was always trying to escape from my hands.

The hotel is very tall, at least 20 stories high. It is a commercial building, and this height is very normal. The roof is flat and there is no debris, but there is a circle of railings around the edge of the roof.

The height of the railings is like that of a chicken fence in a farmyard. Even a strong and healthy dog ​​can run and jump over them without any stuttering after exerting a little effort.

For a normal-sized person, railings of this height are certainly of no use.

One thing that makes me happy is that I am a little taller than a normal living person, so this kind of thing has less effect on me.

It's a pity that if I jump from here and break into pieces of flesh, I won't be able to tell how high I am. Maybe there will be more garbage than others, but it definitely won't look good.

I don’t care whether it looks good or not, but when I think about the possibility that my friends might see me, I feel that if death would not look good, it is necessary to cover myself up.

I covered my head with a black plastic bag so that my friends wouldn't find my body so horrible that they wouldn't be able to recognize me when they came to identify it.

If I were to frighten my friends after my death, I would be a wicked man. I would never forgive myself for that, even in death.

Everyone in the world is annoying, only my friends are the best.

My friend is the best to me, so I love him the most.

But he wanted me to die.

It doesn’t matter. If he still loves me when I die, then I am willing to do that.

I would do anything he asked me to do.

Because I love him so much.

I couldn't bear the thought that I had upset him.

The meaning of my life is to meet him. Now I have met him and can die at any time. The reason I am alive is because he is still alive and because he has not let me die yet.

Then when he asks me to die, I will do it without hesitation.

I thought so many years ago, and now it is time for me to do it.

I climbed over the railing and sat on the fist-length steps outside the railing.

"You're still so cute."

He laughed.

"Have you never wondered why you have no family or friends?"

He asked me.

"I don't care, just consider them dead."

I replied.

"They don't think you're dead, so they've been looking for you everywhere. They've found me here, but I don't want to hand you over. What do you think I should do?"

He asked me.

"You can either kill me right now or I'll commit suicide. Do you want me to jump right now? Okay then."

I answered him.

I put my phone in my pocket and planned to jump right away, but he suddenly called me.

"Is there anything else, my dear friend? It is so windy here that I can hardly open my eyes."

I squinted my eyes and spoke to him in a complaining tone.

"I suddenly changed my mind. You should come down."

My friend said to me.

It sounds like he made a very difficult decision.

"Shall I come down now?"

I asked hesitantly.

"You can come down to see me now. I'll be waiting for you at the gate."

He spoke to me in a very quiet voice.

The sound seemed to be blown away by the wind.

I literally jumped down to find him.

But not by jumping off the roof.

When I found him, he was indeed waiting for me at the hotel gate.

There was a huge parasol here. The umbrella was colorful and the shadow under the umbrella was slanted. He was sitting on a white and green chair in the slanted shadow.

The four legs of the chair are light brown, like buttered bark, the seat is round, and the backrest is green, like a stretched and broad leaf with clearly visible veins.

"It's great to see you. I'm glad to be alive. I'm glad to see you. You're still letting me live. Do you know everything?"

I ran up to him and asked.

"Yes, I know everything. I know things you don't want me to know."

My friend stood up and said to me.

He looked like he was about to leave, so I held him back.

"Where are you going?"

I asked him.

"Let's go home. Some things are hard to talk about here. Or we can talk about it in the car. I remember that the car has been covered with anti-sneak film recently. If you don't mind that someone else has been sitting in the car before."

My friend told me that while he was talking he glanced at my hand that was holding his clothes and it looked like he wanted to chop my hand off with a knife, but he didn't do that.

So I am still very grateful to him.

I like him a little more today than I did yesterday.

He and I are somewhat similar. Does this prove that I am a little more normal than yesterday? That's great. It also proves that our friendship has deepened.

"Are you going home or to the car?"

My friend asked me.

He looked like he was going to tell me something secret, but I thought about the phone call just now. Didn't he already say that? Was there anything else he wanted to tell me?

"The car is closer, so let's go to it."

I answered his question.

He nodded and took me into the car.

"You really don't want to see those people?"

"Yeah, I'm not interested in them at all."

"How many gadgets do you have?"

"A lot, a lot. As long as I'm alive, they probably won't disappear."

"Aren't you going to put all that stuff away?"

"You already know all this, so why should I keep it? If I had kept it before, maybe it would have been because I was afraid, but now there is nothing to be afraid of."

I blinked, not understanding what he was saying.

"I knew you were like that."

He sighed.

"What's wrong with me? If I'm so terrible, why on earth do you think I can be your friend?"

I asked him with a frown.

"Because you looked like a little doll at first, and now you are a little doll that has grown bigger."

He looked at me and laughed.

I couldn't quite tell whether his smile was sarcastic or not.

But since he smiled, I'll just assume he's happy.

"You don't actually love me as much as you think you do, don't you feel that way?"

He asked me.

"I don't know, sometimes yes, but most of the time no, isn't that right? And I'm much better than other people."

I answered his question in a low voice.

I felt like when I was a kid and my teacher slapped my hands with a ruler after I got a question wrong.

I took a deep breath and tried to regulate my breathing rate, but the air in the car was not well circulated and I smelled a whiff of cheap perfume.

I am now sure that there was indeed a stranger in this car.

My face suddenly turned green.

"Do you know where the plastic bag is?"

My friend asked me.

"I know, but I'm not going to throw up now."

I said to him with a face as green as the vegetables.

He smiled.

It was hard not to feel that he was gloating.

He finally stopped the car.

"We are here, go inside and throw up."

He spoke to me as if he were the merciful Guanyin.

He even opened the car door for me.

I rushed out of the open car door.

I'm much better.

He handed me a glass of water and asked me to rinse my mouth.

I think I need to brush my teeth now.

He handed me a new pack of toothbrush, toothpaste, and a cup.

"Do you know how to turn on this faucet?"

He tilted his head and looked at me and asked.

I glanced at him and thought he looked a bit like a sparrow with its head tilted on a branch, and I smiled secretly.

"If you're worried that I can't open this, you can open it for me."

I whispered.

My voice was muffled, but he was close enough to hear it.

He turned on the faucet for me and put the cup of water in my hand, as if he would help me if I said I didn't know how to brush my teeth.

I suddenly felt a little embarrassed and asked him to go out.

He nodded and said he would wait for me on the sofa in the living room.

I quickly brushed my teeth and went out to look for him, and there he was, on the sofa in the living room.

"Since you said you have no interest in those people, I won't arrange a meeting for you."

My friend waved at me and said.

I nodded.

"We can stay here temporarily. It's safer here than in a hotel. They won't be able to find us for a while."

My friend said to me.

"Okay. Just the two of us?"

I asked him.

"Yeah, it's just the two of us living here. What do you think?"

my friend asked, holding my face.

The way he asked the question gave me the illusion that he was holding a plaster head.

I blinked, came to my senses, and answered his question.

"Of course I will. I want to be with you forever."

I smiled at him, my voice soft and gentle, like a lingering stream. He nodded and let go of my face. I held his hand and kissed it.

"It's my honor to be with you forever."

I swore to him in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible.