Wanderer

He does not mean that.

When Bai Yunqi was standing in the dark valley, he stepped on something, the slippery touch was like a snake wrapped around his ankle, he involuntarily took a few steps back, turned around and wanted to run outside.

Someone nearby said faintly: "You just stepped on me."

This familiar voice instantly woke him up from his fear. He turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound following a faint light. The blood all over his body rushed to the top of the sky in an instant. He knelt directly on the ground and stared at The man tremblingly said: "Wen...Wen Hai?"

The person in front of him can hardly be called a "person" anymore - two protruding rocks pierced through his body, and the whole person was nailed to a rock, his bones were crooked and fragmented, and only a few intact ones remained He couldn't form the shape of a human body a long time ago, and his flesh and internal organs were shattered into a pool of mud... The only thing that can show that he is still a person is that there is a head that is barely whole on top of his torn body.

The "human head" with half of the skull collapsed said softly in Wen Hai's voice: "Why are you here?"

Bai Yunqi was trapped in the pile of blood and flesh, and desperately wanted to run over, but the sudden heavy rain washed away a lot of the blood on the man's face, revealing that handsome face - now only After opening half a sheet, he shouted in disbelief: "Wen Hai! Wen Hai..."

Wen Hai let out a "huh" and looked at him innocently, his incomplete face seemed to be trying to smile.

"You, you..." Bai Yunqi's internal organs and nerves were tangled up, his knees felt weak every time he took a step, and finally he crawled over directly, "What's wrong with you? How did this happen? I..."

"It's okay, I don't hurt." Wen Hai said lightly, "I can't die."

Bai Yunqi exploded in an instant: "You fucking fart!"

Wen Hai was silent, the broken body still had muscles falling off from the attached bones from time to time, and a carnivorous bird of prey hovered above their heads, making ominous neighing.

After a brief outburst, Bai Yunqi realized that he was as powerless as ever.

Every time, every time the so-called "fair" fate ravages/ravages him in every possible way, every time the so-called "beautiful" world treats him coldly, every time he slides into a more unbearable abyss, he is like this incompetence and cowardice.

Every time, it is like this.

He knelt down beside Wen Hai, unable to even cry.

"Help me, okay?" Wen Hai turned his head and said to him, the cervical spine made a cracking sound when it turned. "You help me."

After a few seconds, he said disappointedly again: "Forget it, you can't even save yourself."

Before Bai Yunqi could speak, dozens of raptors descended from the sky and rushed straight at Wenhai. The horrific hissing sound instantly pierced Bai Yunqi's eardrums. He tried his best to block Wenhai, but was caught by several sharp His claws pierced his shoulders, and he was dragged backwards. Amidst the constant struggle and the sound of his muscles being torn, he stepped on a rock, lost his center of gravity, and fell towards the bottom of a deeper valley.

"Flag! Flag! Bai Yun Banner!"

Bai Yunqi sat up suddenly, leaned over and retched a few times with cold sweat all over his head, a faint smell of blood wafted from his throat.

Liu Xinyu and Ke Likai gathered around his seat, there was no one else in the classroom, and the clock on the wall pointed to 12:30—it was half an hour after school at noon.

"Having nightmares in broad daylight?" Ke Likai handed Bai Yunqi a pack of tissues, "Just wake up, wipe off your sweat, and wash your face."

Liu Xinyu patted his chest: "Damn, I can't wake you up no matter what you call, I'm going to scare daddy to death."

Half of Bai Yunqi's spirit was still lingering in the heart-piercing fear, his eyes couldn't focus properly, and he asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

"I asked you to go to the cafeteria for dinner and found that you were still asleep. I wanted to wait for you for a while, but Lao Liu came to call you worried that he was running out of food, but found that you couldn't wake up anyway." Ke Likai looked at Bai Yunqi's pale face, "Are you okay? Why don't you ask Lao Wu for sick leave, and you can go to Liu's dormitory to sleep in the afternoon."

"It's okay, old problem." Bai Yunqi took out the meal card from the table bucket, "Let's go to the cafeteria."

When we arrived at the cafeteria, there were almost too many people leaving, and only a few windows were still open.

Liu Xinyu looked at a row of empty windows with a sad face: "My Xiaolongbao!"

"Small steamed buns on the second floor are sold until one o'clock in the afternoon." Bai Yunqi glanced at the watch in the cafeteria, "You can still catch up with the newly steamed steamed buns if you go now."

Liu Xinyu looked at him in shock: "There are still steamed buns on the second floor?!"

Bai Yunqi was also shocked: "You have eaten in the cafeteria for more than two years and you don't know?!"

Ke Likai didn't want to communicate with the two mentally handicapped, so he ordered a set meal and sat down in a secluded place.

Bai Yunqi was so disturbed by the bloody dream that he lost his appetite, so he only bought a small bowl of wonton, and didn't even take the steamed buns that came with it.

"Are you so poor that you can't get rid of the pot or do you want to lose weight?" Ke Likai couldn't help but look at the bowl of cat food served by Bai Yunqi, "Old Liu eats more than this for a supper."

Bai Yunqi blew away a layer of ground coriander and took a sip of the hot soup. Only then did he completely wake up from that nightmare, and said perfunctorily, "I can't eat it."

"Oh, sister Bai, what happened to make you so sleepy..." Ke Likai spit out half-cooked rice in the middle of speaking, and looked at Bai Yunqi who was watching the whole time for a few seconds, and said awkwardly: "Then what, you Where did you buy the wontons?"

"Seven windows." Bai Yunqi bit his face leisurely, "I've checked it, it's fully cooked."

Ke Likai: "..."

Liu Xinyu came down with a basket of steamed buns, saw Bai Yunqi sitting there alone, sat across from him, and asked, "Old Zhang went on a date before finishing his meal?"

"The rice is not cooked, I'm going to buy wontons." Although Bai Yunqi is not interested in other people's gossip, he still noticed the word "date", raised his brows slightly, and sent a wonton to his mouth—— um, Basically no meat.

Liu Xinyu, who knew he was lying, stuck out his tongue, took a steamed stuffed bun, and pushed the small cage between the three of them.

Ke Likai, who came back with a large portion of wontons, had an intuition that something was wrong, and put the bowl away, "Did you just say bad things about me?"

Bai Yunqi: "No, we're discussing whether the steamed buns are cooked."

Liu Xinyu: "..."

Ke Likai: "..."

There is really no one who can open his eyes and talk nonsense.

After dinner, Liu Xinyu and Ke Likai discussed about skipping class and going to the stadium to play on Friday. Liu Xinyu leaned over and asked, "Qiqi, are you going? Play with a few from No. [-] Middle School. After the game, go play some skewers."

Bai Yunqi was replying to Wenhai's WeChat, without raising his head, he said, "No."

Liu Xinyu was about to try to persuade him, but was kicked by Ke Likai, "Don't fuck with the flag, I'm still holding my English homework in his hands."

When he mentioned it, Bai Yunqi thought about it, and looked up at him: "Your gestalt has [-] mistakes and [-] of them are wrong. Boss Ke is really determined to go to high five?"

Ke Likai's expression at that moment was extremely painful and tangled, as if he was doing some kind of fierce struggle, but he quickly returned to his carefree look, shrugging his shoulders indifferently: "I don't need to rely on diplomas to make a living, so I can do whatever I like."

Liu Xinyu said angrily: "Fucking capitalism should be overthrown. Are you rich second generations so awesome... Hey, rich second generations, stop staring at your phone and turn the corner."

Bai Yunqi, who almost hit the wall, was pulled back by him, his eyes still fixed on the phone screen, with a calm smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Liu Xinyu and Ke Likai looked at each other with "something" on their faces - Bai Yunqi usually doesn't talk much and doesn't express much, although after getting to know each other from time to time, he sharpened his teeth and mouth, and became a bit of a "clothed beast". There are signs of it, but overall it still takes the route of non-human fireworks, and has never shown such a "girly" demeanor.

Liu Xinyu smiled meanly: "Qizi, chatting with your wife... hey, that's a photo, why are you hiding?! Is it a selfie of my sister-in-law?!"

It took a few seconds for Bai Yunqi to smooth the smile on his lips, and hesitated for a moment: "...No."

As soon as he hesitated, Ke Likai realized that the "condition" seemed to be a "condition", and chased after the victory: "Impossible, your expression is either texting your wife or winning 500 million, let me see what my sister-in-law looks like ?”

Liu Xinyu didn't talk nonsense, and grabbed it directly. Bai Yun's bannerman was not as strong as him, and he fell instantly, and his mobile phone was snatched.

The two of them leaned in front of the screen and found that there was indeed a photo on the screen - a photo of a sweater.

Bai Yunqi: "Have you finished reading it? The black one looks better or the gray one looks better... Is there another blue one?"

"..."

Wen Hai, who waited for a long time and couldn't get a reply from Bai Yunqi, replied to Xin Xin on his own initiative: "Grey."

Xin Xin came back in less than three seconds: "Don't choose for Xiaoqi."

"I do not have."

"I don't expect to save your mourning taste. Don't wear Xiaoqi. I think the white one is really good. Xiaoqi has a fair complexion and clean clothes."

"It's too girly."

"Bullshit."

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Hai resolutely shifted his position, forwarded the picture Xin Xin sent him to Bai Tong'an, and asked him, "How about the white one?"

After a few seconds, Bai Tong'an replied: "You wear it so ugly? It's also gay. Ugly and gay, it suits you."

"...Bai Tongan, you are finished."

In less than a minute after he sent the screenshot of the chat to Xin Xin, Bai Tongan's roar crawled over the screen: "Master Wenhai!!!"

Wen Hai was startled and said: "You still have time to come to me, Xiaoxin didn't beat you to death?"

Bai Tong'an moaned and said, "She wants to buy that white one for me to wear."

Wen Hai: "Hahahahahaha..."

Before he finished laughing, Bai Yunqi replied: "Light denim blue looks good."

Wen Hai replied to him: "Do you like this color?"

Bai Yunqi: "It feels like you haven't worn any clothes other than black and gray. The dark blue is more like your uniform."

Wen Hai came to his senses—the little brat thought he was choosing clothes for him, and it was inconvenient to type with one hand, so he said directly: "Bai Xiaoqi, it's your sister-in-law who wants to choose clothes for you, so you choose carefully."

A few minutes later, Bai Yunqi said: "The gray one, please thank Miss Xiaoxin for me."

Wen Hai raised his eyebrows, and sent the screenshot to Xin Xin, "Look, it's still gray in the end."

Xin Xin was heartbroken: "Xiaoqi, such a good hanger, will ruin your dressing taste. Mosquito, you are simply the nemesis of the fashion industry, and a disgrace to the homosexual world! Bai Tong'an, who has such a straight aesthetic, is all you." wrong!"

Wen Hai: "..."

Ke Likai, who was scrolling through Weibo, felt that the people around him who were originally in high spirits suddenly became depressed, and he was not unhappy, but he seemed to have withdrawn from the "love-like mood" just now, and returned to his usual indifferent demeanor. Looking at Bai Yunqi, he deliberately joked: "Have you had a fight with your sister-in-law?"

Bai Yunqi took off his earphones, shook his head, did not say whether he was denying "sister-in-law" or "argument", yawned, and said, "I'm going back to the classroom first."

While he was speaking, he had already turned around and walked a few steps. The wind filled his untightened white coat, making his tall and thin back look extremely thin. Walking alone in the deserted campus, he was young but vicissitudes, like a scene. The first snow in autumn and winter.

On the campus radio, a female voice sang softly: "I am afraid that the tragedy will repeat itself and my fate will be hit. The more beautiful things are, the less I can touch them..."

The autumn wind is bleak, and the winter is sunny. It turns out that there has been an unknown farewell.