Maybe in the dark

The small room under the stairs belonged to Lin Qiao. Although there was no sunlight, there was nothing he hated.He was once in heaven but he didn't know that after all the happiness was taken away, there was only dead silence. He also stood on this quiet wilderness like a vexatious child, jumping and screaming.Come back quickly.Why did you leave.Exhausted after being hoarse, he said to himself, let's go.

Don't wait, let's go.

And the only thing God didn't take away was Jiang He.

The floor glowed under the moonlight, and those bright and strange white spots squirmed with the movement of the angle of view, like the chilling dead eyes in the dark night, chasing reality through weird dreams, staring at He, Lin Qiao, walked barefoot on this dead eye, stretching his waist one after another as if the floorboards were about to wake up, like waves and snakes.He seemed to hear the laughter of children, but it was his father when he turned around.

"Father." Lin Qiao said, but he didn't hear his own voice.It's dad.How long has it been since I saw him.

The man was still the same as in the memory, neither fat nor thin, not very tall, with small eyes, half a smile, and something in his hand, it was a nail clipper, a rusty old nail clipper.He waved at Lin Qiao, just like when he was a child: "Come on! Son, Dad will cut your nails." Only then did Lin Qiao realize that his hands were too thin and shriveled. Those arms could hardly be called human, but looked like The forelimbs of animals such as kangaroos have rough and hairy skin and swollen joints.

"Come on, son!"

Lin Qiao walked towards him uncontrollably, the man supported Lin Qiao's hand with his deformed forelimbs, caressed, rubbed, kneaded, and moved cautiously.Because Lin Qiao learned musical instruments before, his nails have always been very neat and beautiful. He likes to be praised for his beautiful hands, so this good habit has been preserved until now.When touched by the sharp claws, he reflexively wanted to withdraw his hand. "Don't cut it, Dad." He wanted to stop it, but still couldn't make a sound.

The nail clippers were like death's scythes, biting the transparent and fragile nails bit by bit, blood streaked out from the cracks, Lin Qiao began to struggle, his fingertips trembled and hurt, his fingers connected to his heart. "Disobedient!" The man put on a straight face, as if he had failed the expected test results or made a mistake in the past. He always taught disobedient children harshly and mercilessly. His upper half of his head was straight back, His jaw didn't move, and his mouth was split open at an exaggerated angle. Lin Qiao could smell the stench of decay and festering in his bottomless throat, the flesh left between his teeth that were yellowish from smoking and drinking, and the black stains caused by improper cleaning. moth.

He cannot escape.Was bitten off.

Lin Qiao struggled to wake up, panting stiffly like a rescued drowning man. This is his small room, without moonlight, without the floor, and without his father.He felt the familiar palpitations and began to twitch slightly, a position he knew well as a child with asthma.

He curled up, defensive and stubborn, with his head between his elbows, he stopped breathing, and his forehead was inflated like a balloon about to explode.Finally, Lin Qiao loosened his limbs exhaustedly.

Lin Qiao lay with his eyes open for a while, not daring to sleep. He heard footsteps and Zhao Qianping's voice above his head. This sound was like the key to the door of the real world, like the message of surviving the same kind after the end of the world. Let Lin Qiao The son woke up, and was even slightly moved. He humorously felt that he was about to transform into a glass of bubbly lemonade, refreshing and bitter.

Zhao Qianping walked down the stairs, the vibration caused some dust to fall from the ceiling of Lin Qiao's small room, wondering if there were any little spiders.She was laughing and saying goodbye to the man with a clear and sweet voice. Only then did Lin Qiao heave a sigh of relief. He even thanked her for making him feel that he was not alone in this world.

Jiang He finally came back.

He traveled to several countries this summer vacation, so Lin Qiao didn't see him for a while.

Jiang He stood on the road outside the store, bouncing and waving desperately, and the passers-by didn't care. He laughed and jumped while laughing. Lin Qiao, who was moving the table on the second floor, finally saw him, and Jiang He was calling his name. , although he couldn't hear it, but he recognized the mouth shape, it was his name.

Lin Qiao didn't even say hello to his aunt, and ran downstairs excitedly, out of the shop, and across the road, the two boys hugged happily.

"Did you receive the book I sent?" Jiang He asked.His voice was like a ray of warm yellow light, enveloping Lin Qiao softly, and the halo dispelled the remaining fear and sorrow from last night.

"Got it." Lin Qiao said loudly.

"Does it look good?"

"nice!"

"As long as you like it..."

Lin Qiao nodded, eager to find something to say: "Have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat at my place?"

"What to eat?" "Instant noodles." The two laughed together. "Instant noodles are instant noodles." Jiang He said.

They ate noodles together in the stairwell hut. The twisted light yellow noodles swelled in the water, and the small space was filled with the delicious and false fragrance of the seasoning package. Lin Qiao hoped that this fragrance would become solid and condensed into amber. Just wrap the two of them together, and freeze in the warmest moment.

The door was pulled open without warning, and Zhao Qianping stood at the door, looking surprised: "Hey, Jiang He, when did you come, I don't even know why, didn't you have lunch? Lin Qiao, why do you let the guests eat pickles?" On the other hand, rumors say that we are poor and mean, come on, Jiang He, Auntie asked the kitchen to cook some dishes for you."

Jiang He stood up politely: "Don't bother Auntie, I'm full."

Lin Qiao was slightly startled.What a familiar sentence, when he was young, when he was young master Lin, before he knew Ye Zhou, when he lived in Hanxiao.

That was many, many years ago. When he was a child, Lin Qiao was huddled on the sofa under a blanket. Sitting next to him was Jiang He. It was the first time he came to the Lin family as a guest. The atmosphere was luxurious. He didn't know what to say, it felt like TV on the house. "Your home is so beautiful." Jiang He said, he seemed not used to sitting on such a soft and comfortable sofa, it was so luxurious, with white and clean fluff, like a big and docile animal, one couldn't help stretching out his hand gently caress.

Young Master Lin snorted, he was still worried about Jiang He wearing his slippers with wet feet, it was raining outside, and Jiang He's sneakers seeped water.

Jiang He tried his best not to look so unsophisticated, he knew that rich families like well-behaved and well-educated children.But there were two "cuckoos", such an unpleasant sound came from his little stomach, he smiled awkwardly, tightened his trousers with one hand and covered his belly with the other, trying to say something to save the atmosphere, Lin Qiao didn't She pursed her lips happily, looked at him sideways, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Jiang He nodded, his heart sank in a trance, and his intuition told him that this friend from a rich family didn't like him very much, but his mother asked him to have a good relationship with the Lin family.

Lin Qiao called the maid. He likes the word maid, which is much better than nanny: "Is there anything else to eat at home?" In fact, he knows best what is there to eat at home. Snacks that will be eaten, colorful packaging, strawberry cake with beautiful cream pattern, pineapple cake with sweet jam, vanilla raisin bread with good smell, egg yolk pie of various flavors, dried beef and dried pork persimmon Mung bean cakes, dark chocolate and white chocolate, yogurt and fresh milk, and pasta that can be eaten with a microwave.

But he didn't take it, he didn't, he deliberately recruited the maid and asked lazily on purpose.He knew that Jiang He's poor, greedy cat must be staring intently at the maid's mouth, and he was looking forward to the name of something delicious coming out of that mouth.

"Mr. and Mrs. have a banquet. They are very busy recently and have no time to go to the supermarket. The only thing left at home is instant noodles."

Lin Qiao was taken aback for a moment, but he was satisfied with the answer. The poor man would not get any benefit. He pretended to regret and said, "I'm sorry, let's cook it, I'm hungry too."

Instant noodles, instant noodles from rich people are always more fragrant.

After Jiang He finished his bowl, he quietly watched Lin Qiao eat it. He was really a rich man's child, and he acted like the young man on TV, not at all different from them.

Lin Qiao felt uncomfortable being looked at, the gaze was so uneducated, like looking at a monkey, but on the one hand he was satisfied with being watched: "Do you still want to eat?"

"Can you?" Jiang He obviously still wanted to eat.Lin Qiao said, "Of course, I'll ask them to cook two more packs for you to eat."

Facts have proved that three packs of noodles are hard to be accommodated by a child's stomach. Jiang He's speed slowed down. He secretly glanced at Lin Qiao, who smiled at him: "Eat, you're welcome. It's okay, you eat Well, it doesn't matter if I give you all to eat."

Jiang He gulped down the soft noodles, they piled up in the depths of his small body, clamoring and making noise, entangled and tangled together to form knots that couldn't be opened.

Lin Qiao was still talking: "It's okay, you can eat. You can eat."

Jiang He looked into the bowl. For the first time, he wished for a hard shell that could help him block the hot light from the large chandelier above his head and Lin Qiao's playful eyes. He would not have to face the bowl of noodles in front of him. As long as he is wrapped in it, he will no longer be sexually active.The tablecloth in front of his eyes turned into a dizzy white, and he felt that he couldn't breathe, so he said softly: "Lin Qiao, I can't eat any more." Lin Qiao didn't say that he wasted food, but seemed very understanding Ren Yi: "It's okay, just leave the bowls and chopsticks, someone will clean them up."

Jiang He stood up with the bowl in his hand. He wanted to put them in the kitchen, but before he took a few steps, all the dead knots entangled in the noodles in his body gushed out.

He leaned over and vomited.