Chapter 64
There weren't many places in the venue where two people could have one-on-one private conversations. Wei Ziyu took Chu Yu around and around, looking for them, but in the end they only found a small room that looked like a storage room.
Because the light in the room was broken, the two people stopped at the wall near the door after entering and did not close the door.
This was the first time in many years that the prince had a live battle with the mute ancestor in his eyes. The emotional shock of losing his wife was so great that he was so angry that he even forgot the humiliation he had suffered in front of Capibala before.
The reason was that after Jiang Chenglu's attitude towards him became obviously cold, he still looked disdainful, but he secretly observed his wife several times, intentionally or unintentionally, and found that his attitude towards Chu Yu was even more enthusiastic and cheerful than before.
The time that hurt him most directly was when Jiang Chenglu said with a smile after greeting Chu Yu: "Thank you for looking for me that time. It made me think a lot. I was too narrow-minded before. In fact, I didn't really need him..."
Later, he secretly went to find Jiang Chenglu's teammates to ask something specific, and the answer he got was, "Yes, he has changed a lot since Chu Yu found Jiang Chenglu."
As the two of them got together, the prince came to a conclusion: Chu Yu had come to his wife specifically to persuade her to break up.
This is too much. He is so worried that he can't even eat every day, and someone actually takes the opportunity to secretly poach his girlfriend. What a wicked man.
Thinking of this, Wei Ziyu became even angrier.
The first round of confrontation begins! It's Wei Ziyu's turn! The Crown Prince chooses to activate his exclusive Overlord skill, "Intimidation Without Anger"!
The prince looked at the person in front of him with a gloomy expression: "Why did you do those things?"
When it was Chu Yu's turn, Brother Baizi blinked in confusion:
"ah?"
You're pretending! You're definitely pretending! You're such a scheming person! You usually seem to be so selfless, but I didn't expect you to be such a Capybara!
Wei Ziyu sneered inwardly and thought, just wait and see. There will be a voice broadcast anyway, and when the time comes, he will know what his real motives are.
The inner voice soon rang out as he wished, even louder than Chu Yu's voice just now, but the tone and intonation, as well as the expression, were exactly the same:
【ah? 】
“…”
The second round of confrontation begins! It's Wei Ziyu's turn again! The prince chooses to activate the skill "Aggressive"!
"Aren't you afraid of retribution?" Wei Ziyu's tone became increasingly agitated. "I really can't understand why you would do such a thing."
I can’t figure out what I did, Chu Yu thought.
Is it popular these days to skip the explanation of the charges and go straight to the trial, while playing charades and hinting to the other party "you know"?
Then Wei Ziyu heard a tentative small broadcast:
【Aba Aba? 】
On the surface, Chu Yu chose to skip his turn and not respond, but because his eyes and eyebrows looked tired, even though he was not aggressive, the stressed Wei Ziyu interpreted it as arrogance and prejudice.
This action obviously stimulated the fragile heart of the prince, who had never encountered any obstacles since he was a child. He felt that the person in front of him had no guilt at all, and it would be a waste of words for him to continue talking.
So the prince sneered, threw down a cruel remark, and walked away: "Just wait, I'll remember this."
After the confrontation, Chu Yu still didn't understand why the other party asked him to come over. He stood there, thinking for a while under the light coming in from the corridor outside the door, but still couldn't figure it out.
Teacher Zhao asked him: "Host, shall we go back?"
Chu Yu chose to give up thinking, responded, and prepared to leave.
Before he could turn around, the light above his head suddenly went out. He paused, and then he heard a heavy door slam behind him. Someone had closed the door from the outside.
The moment he touched the door panel, he heard the sound of a lock being locked from outside.
The light in the storage room was broken, and the only source of light was blocked out. The entire room was instantly shrouded in thick darkness.
His hands were shaking a little, and he couldn't muster the strength to knock on the door. His mind was blank under the stress, and he tried palely to piece together some clues with his broken logic:
Who did it? It wasn't Wei Ziyu, he should have left long ago, so it must have been someone else, but he didn't know which one.
Why do this?
The feeling of fear washed over his body like a sticky tide, and the air around him felt heavy as if filled with lead. He knew that it was because he couldn't breathe, but he had no way to adjust.
The hands that were clinging to the door soon lost their strength and he slowly squatted down against the wall, burying his head in his arms.
Teacher Zhao quickly noticed various abnormalities in Chu Yu's physical signs and tried to shout, "Host? Host?"
But Chu Yu couldn't hear anything. He felt as if a tide had filled his ears, making all the sounds around him seem hazy as if they were separated by a layer of membrane.
On the other side, Luo Jiayu had been waiting for Chu Yu to come back after he left the scene so that they could go to the station to wait for the bus back to the camp. However, he waited and waited, but his childhood friend still didn't show up, and he became a little anxious.
He went backstage and looked around, but still couldn't find anyone. The two people seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. He finally caught Wei Ziyu squatting in the corner with a gloomy face. He ignored the fact that he was still sulking and grabbed him by the collar:
"Where is that person? Where did I take him to you?"
Wei Ziyu raised his head in a bad mood and said impatiently: "Isn't it just..."
I got stuck halfway through.
He was a person with poor sense of direction, and he had been wandering around for so long that he had actually forgotten how he got there.
Luo Jiayu looked at his confused and guilty eyes, and two veins popped in his temples, but he still asked patiently, "What did you say to him?"
Because he felt guilty, the prince didn't say it was none of his business. Instead, he said vaguely, "He and Jiang Chenglu spoke ill of me, and I questioned his motives for doing so."
"He admitted to saying bad things about you?"
"I heard that."
"Can't you just go and ask him directly?" Luo Jiayu was a little angry, and the look he gave the idiot was extremely aggressive. "Don't you know that if second-hand information is spread too much, even pigs can be said to be able to fly?"
Wei Ziyu tried to refute, but after hesitating for a moment, he found that what he said seemed to make sense.
"You're so pretentious, but you're so scared to go look for her. You're a coward." Luo Jiayu said, "There's no way you can catch her like this."
Wei Ziyu was silent for a moment. Although he agreed in his heart, he didn't say it out loud because he wanted to save face.
So he changed the subject: "If I were talking to him in a small storage room, I would have left first, but I don't know if he left or not."
He definitely hasn't left. Luo Jiayu thought, if he had left, he would have come to find him. Where else could he go except by his side?
But what's so good about a small, shabby storage room?
Luo Jiayu casually asked, "Is there anything interesting in the storage room?"
Wei Ziyu was annoyed: "There's nothing here, just a small space, and the only light is broken."
But the next second, the person opposite him, whose expression was originally quite relaxed, suddenly changed: "The light is broken?"
Wei Ziyu wanted to say something, but it was too late. He looked at Luo Jiayu's back as he ran away, feeling a little confused.
The corridors in the venue were a mess, numerous and winding. Luo Jiayu asked several staff members about Chu Yu's whereabouts before he pieced together a possible storage room and rushed over.
The deeper into the corridor, the quieter it became, with very few people around. Perhaps he ran too fast, and when he reached his destination, he ran into a staff member who came out from the fork in the road, holding a key in his hand.
The man instinctively lowered his head when he saw him, trying to walk around him. However, Luo Jiayu stretched out his arm, blocking the entire narrow corridor. He raised his head defensively and glared at him: "What are you doing?"
Luo Jiayu looked down at him with a cold gaze, and the other party was forced to take a few steps back by his gaze.
"Which door is locked?"
The man looked innocent and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
Luo Jiayu didn't waste any time talking to him. He just grabbed the key and understood it after taking a look at the label on it.
Seeing his expression, the staff knew he was not easy to deceive. Feeling guilty, they began to try to smooth things over with words: "All doors need to be locked before closing. I just finished locking the first door and you came over."
"Don't you check to see if there's anyone inside before you lock it?"
"Is there anyone inside?" The other party pretended to be surprised, making Luo Jiayu want to punch him in the face.
But now there are more important things than beating people up, so he pushed the staff member away and ran to the small room corresponding to the key number.
Seeing his anxiety, the man muttered loudly behind him, "Even if there really is one, wouldn't he scream when I close the door? How can I know he's in there when it's so quiet?"
Luo Jiayu turned around and yelled uncontrollably, "He's claustrophobic! He can't speak!"
In the storage room on the other side.
Chu Yu squatted by the wall, his body still shaking slightly.
...I can't control my body, nor can I control the fear that keeps gushing out of my brain.
Panic is a piercing thread that strings together the fragments of the past, and the only clear perception in the darkness is pain.
He seemed to have returned to his childhood, when he was still very short and thin, so thin that he could be stuffed into the locker at the back of the classroom by several older children who were much stronger than him, and then the door was locked.
That was the first time he felt the malice of others. Children's malice is as pure as their kindness, and often does not require many convincing reasons. It is just the casual result of a few friends hitting it off.
The reason they gave him was that the teacher said his family went bankrupt and he was the only one in the class whose family went bankrupt.
At that time, his father's business was in trouble, the family property was sold and mortgaged, and the debts piled up like a mountain. But he was just a child and didn't understand these concepts at all. His classmates only knew about it because the teacher mentioned it inadvertently at the beginning of the school year.
So the news spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, until finally he was huddled in a hot and cramped storage room, shivering. It was already past school time, and the entire school was empty, as if he was the only one abandoned there in the world.
Why are you afraid of the dark?
Why are you afraid of people?
The air grew heavier, making it hard for him to breathe. Wei Lun's voice echoed in his ears again: "Your social phobia is really abnormal. You should go see a psychiatrist when you have time..."
He has seen it.
"...Taking some medicine for treatment is also for your own good."
He had eaten it.
The trauma of childhood was like a chisel, chiseling his flesh and blood, penetrating into his still-growing bone marrow, leaving an indelible mark on his growth. He tried hard to soothe and fight against it, but with little success.
So I simply choose to give up. At least I won’t struggle again and again and fall back again, adding to the bad mood. To some extent, this is a kind of self-protection numbness.
If he could go back to when he was seven years old, he would have the ability to prevent everything from happening before that little self was locked in the cabinet. He really wants to go back and help that seven-year-old self, but he can't.
So after hearing about Jiang Chenglu's situation, he would care so much, and for the first time ever, he would take the initiative to find someone and tell them that he wanted to resist. He stood there and made sign language to the person in front of him, but the voice in his heart was speaking to another self, even though his past self could not hear it.
Now, the nineteen-year-old him and the seven-year-old him squatted in the same place. The locker had become a larger storage room. The illnesses of the past turned into ropes, strangling his neck. He still couldn't get out, still couldn't open his mouth to call for help.
Those repulsive memories were like scars that would only be revealed under extreme circumstances, and then they would become clearer and clearer, and he would realize that he had never forgotten them.
...The day he was locked in the cabinet, he stayed there until after nine o'clock in the evening.
Originally, he should have been locked up all night, and would not be discovered until the earliest student who arrived the next day opened the locker. However, when the night was darkest, he was in a daze, hugging his legs in the darkness, and then he heard the sound of a lock being unlocked.
Eight-year-old Luo Jiayu took the key he got from the beaten child and pulled him out with one hand. He had been curled up in the cabinet for too long and his legs had completely lost feeling. After he came out of the cabinet, he lost his strength and fell directly into someone's arms.
His childhood friend called him by his nickname, but he had not yet recovered from the numbness of being locked up for five or six hours, so his childhood friend hugged him again, and he finally reacted, then leaned on his shoulder and started crying.
Eight-year-old Luo Jiayu, who was half a head taller than him, patted his back and solemnly comforted him, "It's okay. I beat them all up. Let's go home."
He was crying so hard that he couldn't speak. He could only nod his head firmly against the person's shoulder and then hug the person tighter.
Luo Jiayu took the key he snatched from the staff and roughly stood at the door of the smallest storage room at the end of the corridor to unlock it. When the door finally opened, he saw the familiar figure squatting by the wall.
There was silence all around. Chu Yu was vaguely aware of light falling on his head, but he had no strength to turn around or open his eyes.
Until he heard a familiar voice, calling his nickname softly, just like long ago: "Ayu?"
Seeing that the person in front of him had no reaction and his hands hugging his knees were still trembling, Luo Jiayu took two tentative steps forward, squatted down, patted the person's shoulder, and shouted again.
Chu Yu's tightly closed eyes finally opened, but her vision was unfocused. She looked at him blankly, then stood up slowly and stiffly.
As he was trying to stand up, his legs went weak. Luo Jiayu quickly pulled him into his arms. His childhood friend remained silent in his arms for a long time, like a motionless plaster statue.
Not until all the water in his body was drained away and his numb and blank mind finally had a sense of returning to reality, Chu Yu finally moved his head as if to react.
Then the next second, he grabbed the fabric on his childhood friend's shoulders and finally burst into tears uncontrollably.
Twenty-year-old Luo Jiayu patted his back with one hand, put the other arm around the back of his head, rested his chin on the head of the person in his arms, and whispered comfortingly: "It's okay, it's okay."
Chu Yu cried so hard that he was out of breath, and in the end he almost had asthma-like symptoms, his throat was hoarse and he couldn't breathe. Luo Jiayu lowered his head and held his face, and between kissing him and touching his cheek, he chose the most intimate way within the friendship line of forehead touching.
He closed his eyes and whispered to comfort the person in his arms:
"I'm here, it's okay, I'm here."
Chu Yu gradually calmed down under his comfort, and her crying became softer and softer until only light and short sobs remained.
After a long hug, Luo Jiayu felt the person in his arms' breathing gradually calm down, so he tentatively asked, "Shall we go back?"
Chu Yu buried her head in his shoulder and nodded silently.
From the venue to the camp, Chu Yu didn't say a word. His eyelids were slightly droopy and his eyes were red and swollen. He looked very tired, but he held the corner of Luo Jiayu's clothes tightly with his hands the whole time.
Even after entering the dormitory, Chu Yu still looked dazed, and did not let go of the hand holding the corner of his clothes. After a while, he slowly realized that they had to wash and pack up, and then he slowly let go of his hand.
When Luo Jiayu came back from taking a shower, Chu Yu had already changed into pajamas and sat on the bed, but she was still absent-minded. Only when she noticed him coming did she raise her eyes and keep staring at him.
Luo Jiayu suddenly had an idea. He walked over, bent down, and whispered, "Are you scared? Can't sleep?"
Chu Yu blinked.
Luo Jiayu said again: "Will I sleep with you?"
Chu Yu nodded.
That night, two big boys with long arms and legs squeezed together on the small single bed in the dormitory. In order to avoid falling, they had to hold each other. Chu Yu fell asleep soundly in his childhood friend's arms, but Luo Jiayu, who was holding him, could not sleep.
He looked at his childhood friend's sleeping face in the moonlight coming in from outside, looking at him from all angles, struggling with his thoughts. He felt that taking advantage of someone in distress was not a good idea, but it seemed that he would regret it if he kissed him, and would regret it even more if he didn't.
After repeated hesitation, he finally chose to lower his head and gently kiss the servant's hair.
After the kiss, he contentedly hugged his childhood friend in his arms, closed his eyes, and finally fell asleep peacefully.
Chu Yu, who was lying in front of his neck, drowsily opened her eyelids a little, and after a moment of vacant consciousness, she closed them again as if resigned to her fate and continued to sleep soundly.
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