How could you hurt yourself like this? ...
The air fell into silence, only the unruly summer cicadas outside the window were still chirping shrilly.
Wen Zichuan pinched his left hand with his right, then his right hand with his left. After a long pause, he finally said, "Thank you."
If it weren't for Cheng Sizhou's professional judgment, he would still be struggling with the fact that he was Wen Duo's son, and no matter how hard he tried, he would still be stigmatized.
"You're welcome." Cheng Sizhou smiled after a long time. "Aren't you here to get something? Please help yourself to whatever you want."
Wen Zichuan did come to get something, but when she saw him smile, she forgot everything.
If he could take this person away, what else would he want? He would give up everything.
Seeing that he remained silent for a while, Cheng Sizhou said, "I'll go in and read a book so as not to bother you."
"Brother Zhou!"
"Um."
Wen Zichuan bit his lip and said, "Those things we bought together before, if you want them, just keep them. I'll just take some of the things you don't want..."
"I don't want any of it."
“You don’t want any of it…?”
Yes, we broke up. Not everyone is as nostalgic as I am. How does the saying go? If the old doesn't go, the new won't come.
Wen Zichuan had no reason to stop Cheng Sizhou, so he let the door separate them.
I remember when he first moved in, Zhou also lived in the small room next to the living room, giving him the larger, sunnier master bedroom. Later, when we got together, we slept in the master bedroom together.
Now, he has moved back to his small room and, as he said, he doesn't want anything anymore.
Hearing the rustling sound of people packing things outside the door, Cheng Sizhou finally relaxed the tension in his heart and slid down to the ground like a withered man.
The most important achievement of his trip to Jiqing this time was that, with the help of Yu Ming, he confirmed that Wen Duo was not the mastermind behind the conspiracy.
After returning, he contacted Zhou Han immediately and the two sides shared clues. However, what he didn't expect was that Wu Meng and Xu Jiaxuan also made discoveries and told Zhou Han immediately.
So, taking advantage of the opportunity that Yangliuan was about to be demolished, Zhou Han brought Zhou Yitang with him and gathered everyone together on the pretext that they had left something behind and had to come back to get it. They also agreed in advance to keep the secret strictly.
If Wen Zichuan hadn't come today, Cheng Sizhou would have asked Zhou Han to tell him the conclusion. After all, in the hearts of the general public, whatever Officer Zhou says and does is very convincing.
Coincidentally, he came and heard everything with his own ears, and finally he was willing to believe that he was not the son of the murderer.
As cowardly as Cheng Sizhou is, he finally accomplished the first thing he wanted to do, which was to let Zichuan stop suffering from the actions of his parents, slowly accept Wen Duo's care and compensation, gradually repair the broken family relationship, and not leave too many regrets in his life.
As for the second thing, it is to identify the real mastermind behind the scenes and make him pay the price through legal weapons.
After holding on for a whole morning, his "battery" was exhausted. Staying in the small, closed room, his heart suddenly started beating irregularly, and a terrible feeling of anxiety quickly spread from his limbs to his entire body.
Cheng Sizhou knew how terrifying it was when he was ill. He didn't dare to move or make a sound. He just clenched his fists tightly and resisted in silence.
However, the bad mood did not intend to let him go. It seemed that an identical self appeared in his body, but his flesh and blood were blurred and his face was hideous. "He" tried to bang his head against the hard wall, or grab any sharp objects to stab himself. "He" suffocated himself in something. The more he struggled, the more exhausted he became, and his life was worse than death.
"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou?" Wen Zichuan knocked on the door, but it didn't open.
He found a night light in the cabinet in the living room. It was the one Cheng Sizhou had lit for him when they spent their first rainy night here.
That night, they sat next to each other and chatted until the rain stopped. They felt that although life was full of hardships, it was not without comfort.
This night light has special meaning to him, and he wants to take it away, but the light was already there when he moved in. Moreover, it is small and exquisite with a cute shape. If it was left by Zhou Yitang or Shen Huifang, he would not be able to take other people's things rashly.
"Brother Zhou." Wen Zichuan paused for half a minute and knocked again with more force.
He was sure that Cheng Sizhou heard it, but still did not open the door. Logically, he just wanted to ask something, and Brother Zhou should not be so unkind.
After waiting for a while, there was still no movement inside.
Wen Zichuan remembered that the bolt on this door was broken, and it couldn't be locked from the inside or the outside. That time, when Liu Shixing came to provoke him, Cheng Sizhou locked him in to protect him, but in a hurry, he turned the key and it opened.
It had been quiet inside for too long, giving him a bad feeling. However, as bad as things were between them, that was all. He had already figured it out, and even if he broke in, there would be no worse consequences.
"Brother Zhou, I'm coming in."
When Wen Zichuan pushed the door open, he was immediately frightened as if struck by lightning. Cheng Sizhou was holding a utility knife. When he saw him, he hurriedly threw the knife away and pulled off his left sleeve in an attempt to cover up the criss-cross blood-red knife marks on his fair skin.
Afraid of affecting others, he always did this kind of self-harming thing behind people's backs. Today was the first time he was caught.
Cheng Sizhou's lips turned pale, and he trembled and avoided looking: "How did you come in..."
Wen Zichuan was almost going crazy. He kicked the utility knife away, squatted down, and raised his arms on both sides to hold Cheng Sizhou in the middle. "How did I get in?! If I didn't come in, what else were you going to do?!"
"Don't look at me..." Cheng Sizhou turned his head away in pain, "Go away, go away..."
"I'm leaving? If I leave, will you just fend for yourself?" Wen Zichuan's tears slid down his cheeks. "Cheng Sizhou, I love you so much, how could you hurt yourself like this?!"
Cheng Sizhou completely collapsed. He seemed to have lost his five senses and could not make any sound. Only tears kept flowing down.
Wen Zichuan rushed forward and hugged him recklessly, letting their ribs touch each other and their chests beat in unison, as if only in this way could he feel what he was thinking.
When his beloved cried on his shoulder, he realized that he was wrong, completely wrong.
In order to allow Cheng Sizhou to concentrate on recuperation, he promised Cheng's parents to leave him, promised Yu Ming not to see him, and promised to break up with him. But in fact, he was not the "cause of his illness" at all, because every day they lived here together, although poor, they were very happy.
If happiness can defeat depression, then they can replicate the time they spent together in the past, day after day, month after month, year after year, and one day, the lively and smiling Cheng Sizhou will come back.
"Brother Zhou," Wen Zichuan patted his back and whispered in his ear, "Didn't I act in a play in the first half of the year? The salary I received, plus the savings, is almost three million. Next, I'm going to participate in a variety show, and I'm also in talks for two radio dramas and two film and television dramas. By the end of this year at the latest, I'll have enough money to buy a house. Then I'll take you away, okay?"
Cheng Sizhou didn't say anything, but Wen Zichuan could still feel that he was pushing him away with force.
He was extremely serious about making money, buying a house, and taking him away, and put Cheng Sizhou into his future, but he was still unwilling.
After Wen Zichuan cried, her whole body felt like it was on fire. The more he rejected her, the more painful it felt like a burning fire.
The force of the push was getting stronger and stronger, and he gradually couldn't hold her anymore. But this was the person he had been longing for and had been devastated by, so how could he bear to let go?
"Go away, go away." Cheng Sizhou had nothing else to say, just repeated this sentence indifferently.
Wen Zichuan's rebellious psychology was fully aroused by him. He made three rules for himself, and the third one was "Don't reject my kindness." Then, isn't his current behavior also "rejecting kindness"?
He made up his mind, and the pleading in his eyes turned fierce. He aimed at his tightly pursed lips and suddenly kissed him.
Cheng Sizhou immediately opened his eyes wide, and the last bit of his sanity melted away. He allowed those slightly cool lips and tongues, which tasted salty with tears, to sweep through his own city wantonly, as if to destroy everything, and as if to revive everything.
"Well, no..." He couldn't let himself fall deeper, but this kiss showed no sign of stopping. In desperation, he bit the other person hard. Blood filled the air in an instant, but Wen Zichuan still didn't let go.
This long kiss was forced to end when both of them were out of breath.
"If I had known this trick would work, I should have come to you every day and kissed you every day." Wen Zichuan wiped the blood from his lips with an unsatisfied look, and even the ending tone of his sentence sounded extremely ambiguous.
"We broke up, Wen Zichuan." Cheng Sizhou said with a cold face, emphasizing the objective facts.
"That's in the past." Wen Zichuan had read many scripts, and screenwriters always liked to pair a gentleman with a gangster. Cheng Sizhou was undoubtedly a gentleman, so let him play the gangster. "From now on, I will pursue you again."
"Don't mess around." Cheng Sizhou stood up with the help of the wall and opened the half-closed door. The bright sunlight at noon made him squint.
Wen Zichuan stretched out his hand to block the strong light for him, and when he lost his vision, he quickly kissed the corner of his lips.
As he kissed her, he started to smile, like a child who had stolen some candy. Although it was not glorious, he was very happy.
Cheng Sizhou was neither angry nor annoyed by him, so he simply ignored him and swept and mopped the floor by himself. Finally, he tidied up the house from top to bottom, determined not to give him another chance to kiss him secretly.
Wen Zichuan also carefully measured the situation. After all, acting like a hooligan once or twice was acceptable, but if he did it too many times, it would be disrespectful.
The two of them cleaned the house in tacit cooperation. When one of them stretched out his hand, the other knew what he wanted. When the entire flat was spotless, it meant that the day was about to end.
Wen Zichuan was reluctant to let it end like this, so he ordered a meal, a barbecue and beer in the alley next to the community.
"Let's have dinner together, okay?" Before he asked for advice, he was already prepared to be rejected.
Cheng Sizhou paused for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "Okay."
The meal was delivered, and without exception, it was all Cheng Sizhou's favorite food. However, his severe depression also affected his gastrointestinal function, so no matter how much he liked the food, he couldn't eat much.
He couldn't finish it, so he watched Wen Zichuan eat. Seeing him inhale with a hissing sound because of the spiciness, and looking so cute with cumin and sesame seeds on the corners of his mouth, he felt that his decision was right and all the sacrifices were worth it.
"Come here, Brother Zhou." Wen Zichuan opened a beer for him and then opened a can for himself. "I toast to you! I wish all your dreams come true and may you be happy every day!"
Having said that, Cheng Sizhou thought that this was the last time he could indulge himself, so he didn't have the heart to refuse him and drank with him.
After one sip, there was a second one. Wen Zichuan saw that his eyes were dark, so he invited him to drink, hoping that he would get tired and drunk, temporarily forget the unpleasantness, and then have a good sleep.
As expected, Cheng Sizhou soon fell down limply.
Wen Zichuan helped him back to the bed and stared at his flushed face. Thousands of thoughts surged in his mind, but he couldn't find what to say in his parting words.
Cheng Sizhou looked back at him with drunken eyes, slowly stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch his face, but after hanging it in mid-air, he retracted it, muttered something, and closed his eyes to sleep.
Wen Zichuan didn't hear clearly and thought he was reciting poetry again, so he kissed him on the forehead, treated the knife wound on his arm, and left in the night.
The words he didn't hear clearly were not actually a poem, but a sentence: I really can't bear to leave you...
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The author has something to say: Cheng has very serious somatization, but his self-rescue is also synchronized. In this respect, he is very brave.
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