Chapter 32 Lucid Dream "Two thousand six hundred and seventy-nine days."...
Chapter.Thirty-second
His heart ached violently, and he was constantly torn and pulled by the pain of past memories. For the first time, Chen Qiudu looked miserable in front of others. He exhausted all his strength, and did not dare to close his eyes, nor did he dare to accept this outcome.
He frantically searched for a place that could serve as his shelter, his mind about to collapse. Fortunately, Wen Jiangchu was quicker than him. He quickly grasped Shen Qiudu's wrist, pulled him into his arms, turned his back to the crowd, and gently stroked his back.
Chen Qiudu also took the opportunity to climb onto Wen Jiangchu's body, buried his head in his chest, and made him his best safe haven.
This was such a skilled behavior that neither Wen Jiangchu nor Shen Qiudu realized anything was wrong.
But it is the nature of animals to seek the safest and most favorite place when encountering danger.
"Autumn Crossing..."
Seeing that Meng Xun was still determined to take Chen Qiudu away, Wen Jiangchu no longer maintained his gentle and steady appearance in front of others, and raised his eyes to signal Uncle Liang to come forward.
"Uncle Liang, take him away."
"Hey! Wait, what gives you the right to—"
Meng Xun struggled desperately, but in the end he could only watch as Uncle Liang and Xue Shanke covered his mouth and easily threw him out the door.
In the silent living room, the only sound left was Meng Xunque's desperate pounding on the door. "Chen Qiudu, Chen Qiudu! I will come back! I will rescue you!"
Wen Jiangchu frowned impatiently and raised his hands to cover Chen Qiudu's ears, fearing that he would hear some dirty sounds.
Naturally, Chen Qiudu could not distract himself from Meng Xunque. In his eyes, Meng Xunque was just a passerby. If it were not for an accident, they would not have met again.
He is now always trapped in the death of the cat. The cat, who was his relative and had a connection with him, should have continued to enjoy happiness and peace for the rest of its life, but things are unpredictable and in the end it could not escape the tragic fate that was destined for it.
He felt sorry for the cat and also hated himself. If he had been cruel enough to take it away, it wouldn't have suffered the devastating blow of despair and death on the plane, right?
It's all his fault. He brought bad fate to the cat. Just like the man said, it was his arrival that caused the family to fall apart.
Originally, during this period of time, Chen Qiudu had slowly begun to face all of this, and even began to hope that he could have a better future.
But the cat's death was like a bucket of cold water poured down on him, making Shen Qiudu feel cold all over and shiver uncontrollably.
Even though the cat was abused, it still longed for a home. So it met Wen Jiangchu and finally had its own home with people who loved it. But everything seemed like a joke of fate. It watched it in joy and anticipation, and then watched it die.
It struggled, resisted, hoped, but in the end, nothing could be changed. All the beauty it once possessed was like a dream. When it woke up, there was nothing left. God would take back everything he gave, including life.
Shen Qiudu was afraid.
He is just like the cat, wandering the streets with his broken body and family. Now he has finally tasted a little happiness and seen the light of day, but what will happen next? Can he resist the predetermined fate?
Will he also die like that cat in a cold corner of the world, and can only accept the mockery and joke of fate?
Chen Qiudu is not a normal person. He cannot view death correctly, nor can he isolate himself from the world. He will put himself in others' shoes and imagine his own end from all the tragic events he sees.
His thoughts were inferior and fragile, and a slight collapse might cause him to overturn everything he had previously believed in. The little hope that had risen up would disappear in an instant like bubbles.
Shen Qiudu was still afraid.
He feared that his misfortune would become a shackle for those around him. Although he knew that the man was brainwashing him, he would subconsciously wonder if it was really related to him. He was already pessimistic and unable to control himself.
So now he is also worried about whether he will bring trouble to Wen Jiangchu? Even though he looks like a bad man, he is now an irreplaceable person in Shen Qiudu's heart.
What's more, even if they were not familiar enough, Chen Qiudu did not want to hurt him. If there was a day of death, Chen Qiudu would choose to take away all his things, stay away from all the noise, and leave alone under an abandoned old locust tree without disturbing anyone.
In fact, everyone who knew Chen Qiudu before had told him that he was a bit extreme and particularly stubborn. Once he made up his mind about something, he would never change it. The same was true for a person. Whether it was love or hate, he would go to extremes.
Chen Qiudu himself knew that he was sick and wrong to be like this, but he could not change it. The experiences of the first half of his life trapped him in an extreme storm forever, so he became suspicious and sharp, did not believe in anyone's charity, and kept pushing others away to verify whether that person really loved him.
But that is a person with flesh and blood and self-awareness. Is there really anyone who can always accept this continuous, boring and tedious test?
At least before meeting Wen Jiangchu, Chen Qiudu didn't believe it would happen.
"Qiu Du...Qiu Du."
In his chaotic mind, a soft cry rang in his ears, and Chen Qiudu moved away from Wen Jiangchu's arms helplessly.
Wen Jiangchu's shirt had been wrinkled beyond recognition by Chen Qiudu, but he still let Chen Qiudu rely on and trust him tenderly and lovingly.
Chen Qiudu couldn't cry, but his face was pale and ugly. His lower lip was bitten by his teeth, leaving deep teeth marks, and even some blood was oozing out. His thin and frail body seemed like it would soon fall down and collapse.
Wen Jiangchu's strong arms tightly protected his body, easily bearing the weight of Shen Qiudu's entire body.
Seeing Chen Qiudu's dazed expression, Wen Jiangchu naturally knew that he had fallen into his own little world again.
He leaned over to Chen Qiudu's ear and whispered, "Qiudu, I have something I want to show you. Maybe you'll feel better after reading it. Would you like to come with me?"
Chen Qiudu raised his hand to wipe away his tears and nodded obediently, but in fact he had no energy to respond at all. He just couldn't refuse Wen Jiangchu's gentle coaxing and questioning.
Wen Jiangchu easily let Shen Qiudu sit on his left arm with one hand. His legs hanging in the air swayed slightly. The unstable center of gravity made Shen Qiudu subconsciously put his arms around Wen Jiangchu's neck. Following the scent of the herb that was fatally attractive to Shen Qiudu, he slowly leaned his head on his shoulder with a dazed look in his eyes.
Chen Qiudu didn't know where Wen Jiangchu was going to take him. He watched Wen Jiangchu go up to the second floor, turn right, and come to a small empty living room. Then he opened a door. Judging from the decoration, this should be the study where Wen Jiangchu is currently working.
Seeing Wen Jiangchu bending down to open the drawer to look for something, Chen Qiudu hurriedly tried to get off him, but Wen Jiangchu hugged him even tighter.
"Don't worry about me, I'm in good health."
Chen Qiudu blushed, "Who's worried about you? I'm not... I'm just afraid that you'll make me fall..."
Wen Jiangchu chuckled softly in his ear, clearly unconvinced, but still coaxed him, "I promise I won't let Qiu Du fall."
After all, it's a baby.
Chen Qiudu shut his mouth in embarrassment and ignored him, his eyes falling on a locked photo album that Wen Jiangchu took out.
Hidden away in such a deep place, yet completely dust-free, how precious must it be? I even keep it at work...I guess I'll take it out and look at it every time I finish work.
Chen Qiudu pursed his lips, eager to flip through the album and see what was in it. He wondered if it might be a picture of Wen Jiangchu's childhood? Or perhaps a photo of him and others in his youth? A group photo wasn't out of the question...
He stared closely at Wen Jiangchu's hand as he typed in the password, and the string of numbers seemed increasingly familiar to him...
1023.
Before Shen Qiudu could react, the photo album had already been opened.
The first picture on the first page was a photo of Shen Qiudu in a baby chair when he was just born.
Chen Qiudu was speechless, but this was indeed correct, and it was not a replica. It was a real photo taken by his parents after he was born.
"You...how do you have these?"
Shen Qiudu had a very deep impression. After the night his gland was removed, his father went completely crazy. He smashed everything in the house to pieces, including the photo albums, the photo wall, and the gifts they had made together...all of them were thrown into the trash can.
From that day on, Chen Qiudu never took photos to record anything.
He thought these were taken away and burned by the garbage collector, but he didn't expect them to end up in Wen Jiangchu's hands.
"I found it in the garbage dump outside your house."
"You're rummaging through the garbage pile in front of my house?"
Wen Jiangchu caressed the young boy's innocent face in the photo. His face froze when he heard the words, "They happened to be thrown in a corner. I felt sorry for them so I picked them up..."
Chen Qiudu's throat choked. "So what Meng Xunque said was true. You really have known me for several years and have been following me?"
"I'm not following you!" Wen Jiangchu explained, waving his hands in panic. "I...I just wanted to help you."
"So it was you who asked those people to break the faucet and force money on me?"
"Hmm..." Wen Jiangchu lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"You were the one who stole my bread at the convenience store?"
"Hmm...but that bread is indeed delicious."
Chen Qiudu suddenly remembered something and asked, "What about the one who stole the clothes I hung out to dry at the door?!"
"This, this isn't me!" Wen Jiangchu immediately interrupted Chen Qiudu, "How could I do such a dirty thing?!"
Chen Qiudu fell silent, staring into Wen Jiangchu's eyes quietly, obviously not believing it.
But none of this matters now. Chen Qiudu subconsciously found a comfortable position in Wen Jiangchu's arms and began to look through the photos in the album.
The first few pictures recorded Shen Qiudu's experiences from infancy to childhood, including his first smile, first walk, first gift, and first speech.
There was also the entrance ceremony when he was in junior high school. Chen Qiudu wore cheap but clean clothes and stood in front of the school gate with his parents. He held the wild flowers that his mother had picked on the roadside and smiled brightly.
Everything was normal at the beginning, but things became more and more wrong as I went on.
There were photos of him drying his quilt on his balcony, feeding stray cats on the roadside, working as a cashier at a convenience store, and even eating a box lunch on the steps of a construction site. There was even Meng Xunque sitting next to him! But half of his body had been cut off.
Chen Qiudu remembered that day because the next day the uncle at the construction site told Chen Qiudu that he would take care of their meals from now on, and even gave him some ointments and asked him to take care of his health.
"Wen Jiangchu, were you secretly filming me?" Chen Qiudu asked with a serious face. Seeing that his expression was not right, Wen Jiangchu quickly explained: "No, no! I... I only let them film a little bit because I was worried that you would be targeted by bad people! Seeing that you were safe, I asked them to stop... I don't usually film!"
"So what do you usually do?"
"I'm following you secretly."
Wen Jiangchu blurted out without thinking, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, "I'm sorry, Qiu Du... I was wrong, you can hit me, I just want to understand your life and see if I can help you, and I also want to have more topics to talk about when we meet..."
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Just a few days..."
"How many days?"
Wen Jiangchu pursed his lips and said, "Two thousand six hundred and seventy-nine days."
Chen Qiudu: “?”
"Do you know what you are talking about, Wen Jiangchu?"
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