Seduce a shy loyal dog

self-destructive thoughts

Song Yirong used to hate the ringing of the phone for a long time, any noise would make him very irritable.

Block the light with thick curtains, lock the door, put on earplugs, and curl up alone at the foot of the bed.

It was his inherent protective stance.

He thought he would starve to death sooner or later.

But suddenly one day, he came to his senses without knowing why, opened the curtains, walked out of the room, and took the initiative to see a psychiatrist.

The treatment had an effect, but not enough.

He still had nightmares at night, and he still didn't want to have an abortion during the day.

"You lack emotional support."

Song Yirong did not deny it.

"But I don't want to start an inexplicable love." Song Yirong raised his brows slightly at the other party, but his eyes were black and blue, with no vitality at all.

The dreams at night are strange.

Song Yirong was walking in the long black alley, the flickering street lamps illuminated the bluestone slabs under his feet, and the rain was pattering over his ankles.

It was cold and creepy.

He didn't know where he was going, his footsteps were chaotic, and his eyes were confused.

At the end of the alley, there was a tall figure standing with his back to him, with a cropped head and broad shoulders.

Song Yirong's chaotic heart suddenly calmed down.

When he woke up, there was sweat on his neck, Song Yirong took a shower, put on a thin T-shirt, and came out again, the birdsong outside was already bright.

The weather is turning hot.

Song Yirong brought the breakfast to the yard, and there were tables and chairs under the tree for the two of them to sit.

The wind under the tree was slow. He was sitting alone, and when he raised his eyes, he could see the distant mountains, layer upon layer, each with its own posture.

A bowl of noodles lasted him for half an hour.

"Meow-"

Song Yirong heard the sound of a small animal barking, it should be a cat cub, the voice was very weak, it would bark for a while from time to time, Song Yirong listened attentively, but it was silent again.

He walked around the yard and finally found the cat between the trees.

It is so small that it can be held in the palm of your hand. There is a ring of light yellow hair on its back, and the rest is white. When it sees someone approaching, its body trembles with fear.

But the pale green eyes stared at Song Yirong without blinking.

Song Yirong backed away two steps, the kitten didn't run away, and still shrank in place, looking at him with round eyes.

Song Yirong was reluctant to take it in.

After all, taking care of his own emotions has exhausted him physically and mentally.

One more cat can only be an extra burden.

The kitten's body was visibly shaking violently, and its fur looked dirty and matted.

One person and one cat are deadlocked.

The kitten stood up suddenly with shaking legs, took a step, stopped for a while, then slowly rubbed against Song Yirong's trouser legs, raised his head, and looked at Song Yirong.

"Meow-"

The kitten's round eyes were bright and watery, Song Yirong really wanted to turn around and leave, but in the end it was only the shoes that moved and said, "Rub my trouser leg with mud."

The kitten stared at the round eyes, and gave another soft "meow" unknowingly.

"Okay, okay," Song Yirong knelt down, frowning, and nodded the kitten's head with his index finger, "Do you want to go back with me?"

The kitten licked the back of his hand.

Song Yirong used clothes to make a nest for it, put the shivering cat inside, and filled a small bowl with some water.

The kitten licked it tentatively, then backed away, shrank into a corner and did not move.

Song Yirong didn't have time to toss with it any more, so he took off his slippers and sat down on the sofa beside him with a computer, typing words for an hour.

When he got up to drink, Song Yirong looked at the small sockets of his eyes, the kitten was still in the same position, and its whiskers were trembling.

"What a silly little cat," Song Yirong folded his arms, "You insist on not leaving."

The kitten looked at him softly, its eyes sparkling, and after a while, it meowed softly.

"Hey," Song Yirong smiled, "I quite understand."

-

When Fang Wenxiu came back from picking vegetables from her own vegetable field, her basket was full of seasonal fresh side dishes.

The water in the well was clear and cool, Zhou Lang came back with a big bucket, filled the iron basin, and washed vegetables in the yard.

Fang Wenxiu shoved him on the shoulder: "Our family can't finish all the dishes. You can take some to Xiao Song. He comes to live in Banqiao, and he doesn't know the place well, so he's alone."

Zhou Lang's hand washing the vegetables paused, "Yes."

"My mother gave it to you." Zhou Lang put the bag in the man's hand and said.

Song Yirong almost didn't move, opened the bag and looked, "So much?"

Zhou Lang let out a "hmm".

Song Yirong grabbed the bag and wanted to stuff it back. While tugging, he accidentally grabbed Zhou Lang's hand, and the palm of his hand was still sticking to Zhou Lang's rough tiger's mouth.

He has never done heavy work, his palms are delicate, and the touch is extraordinarily soft.

Zhou Lang froze immediately, the veins on the back of his hand swelled up almost instantly, and bounced away suddenly, he turned around and left without saying a word, "I have something to say next time."

Song Yirong was left on the spot in the cold, and after reacting for a long time, he suddenly found it funny.

After enjoying himself for a while, he realized that there was a furry thing rubbing against his feet. He lowered his head and said ferociously, "What are you doing?"

"Meow."

"You're hungry again, aren't you?" Song Yirong lifted the bag and closed the door, and walked into the house, "Wait, I'll serve you right away."

Taking advantage of the clear sky, Song Yirong packed a small backpack, took his camera, and went into the mountains alone.

His recent novel "Going to the Mountain" encountered a bottleneck.

The love between the peasants who have lived in the mountain village for a long time and the hermit who suddenly appeared in the mountains and forests was originally written with just an idea, but the specific framework is not very clear.

The understanding of the mountains and forests is only based on a rough impression, and the actual experience is really very little.

Unexpectedly, the sun was shining brightly outside, once entering the woods, the dense leaves immediately blocked the light, and the dark and cold breath slowly wrapped Song Yirong's skin.

The further you walked in, the wetter the leaves under your feet. Song Yirong observed while walking, stopping from time to time to take pictures and record them with a pen.

If you are too focused, when you look back, the way you came is already unclear.

After walking for so long, Song Yirong was indeed tired.

He looked around and found a stone not far away, with some moss growing on it, which looked green and fluffy, but at this moment, he didn't care about that much.

Song Yirong half leaned on the rock, put down his backpack, took a rest, turned on the camera and looked at it, felt that the material was almost collected, and planned to get up and go down the mountain.

Fortunately, it was early when he came out, and there were stars and stars shining through the leaves, enough for him to see the path under his feet clearly.

Birds were chirping over the woods, and the tip of their noses was full of grass and trees.

There was a wind, and the leaves were blown loudly. Song Yirong looked down, and at some point there was something cold lying on his arm.

A snow-white caterpillar.

His scalp exploded, causing goosebumps all over his body, and he shook his arms vigorously, trying to shake the bug out.

The bug swung back and forth in the air, fell lightly to the ground, then turned over, and slipped into an unknown bush of leaves.

Song Yirong was hairy all over, wishing he could rub his hands off a layer of skin.

The pace of going back couldn't help but quicken.

However, it happened that the house was leaking due to the continuous night rain, and it was bright just now, but suddenly the dark clouds overwhelmed the top, and there were thunderstorms, as if it was going to rain heavily.

Song Yirong looked up, then immediately put the camera in his hand back into the bag, and walked the way back by memory.

"Tsk," Song Yirong turned around, but returned to the original spot, "I don't believe I can't find the way."

As soon as the words fell, the raindrops fell one after another, soaking the top of my hair in an instant.

The first time he went up the mountain, he encountered Waterloo. Song Yirong's mood really fell to the bottom, and he was so suffocated that he didn't even block the rain.

Drenched in the rain with wet clothes, he continued to find his way angrily. The mountain road was slippery and muddy when it rained. Song Yirong stepped on it with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and his hiking shoes were also soaked in water, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Hiss—" Song Yirong didn't notice that he stepped on a loose stone, the soil was loose, and his ankle couldn't bear the force and twisted violently.

He landed on one knee first, and with a muffled sound, he fell heavily to the ground. His face was also cut several times by the thatch grass, and he suffered bursts of pain.

Song Yirong wanted to try to stand up, but the pain in his ankle was unbearable, he couldn't exert any strength at all, and even within a short period of time, there were obvious bruises.

Reluctantly moving himself, Song Yirong gritted his teeth and leaned against a big tree.

The rain was still falling, and there was only a blurry rain curtain in front of his eyes, and the drops of water on his eyelashes trembled and slid down his pale cheeks.

It seemed that he was the only one left in the world, he didn't move, he didn't make a sound, that kind of self-defeating thoughts began to breed and spread like maggots.

The ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly rang in his ears, mixed with the noisy sound of rain, rampaging in his mind.

"Hello." Song Yirong squeezed out a single sound while holding the phone.

"Are you at home?"

"No."

"Oh," Zhou Lang finished, grabbing the phone and not knowing what to say.

wow-

It was windy again, and Zhou Lang keenly heard the sound of leaves touching each other, as well as the sound of rain that was too clear.

The voice was urgent that he didn't notice, "Are you going into the mountain?"

Song Yirong was already a little sleepy, "That's right, what do you need?" He wanted to hang up the phone impatiently.

His throat tightened, and that inexplicable feeling was pulling his heart, and he added hoarsely: "I don't want to answer your phone right now."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and the voice was a little deeper, but he just said, "Okay, I'm hanging up."

He said he wanted to hang up, but he didn't hang up immediately, "If there is a thunderstorm later, don't stay under the tree, it's very dangerous." Zhou Lang suppressed his voice and reminded.

Song Yirong smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled up, and said in a light tone, "Mmm, yes."

As soon as the phone was hung up, Zhou Lang put on his bamboo hat and raincoat and went straight outside.

Holding the embroidery needle in her hand, Fang Wenxiu scratched the top of her hair, looked at him and asked, "It's raining so hard, why go out?"

"Yeah." Zhou Lang didn't talk much, but his personality has always been stable, and he would not do anything out of the ordinary, so Fang Wenxiu didn't ask any more questions, "Come back soon."

There are only two roads into the mountain, the slow road and the steep slope, but the speed up the steep slope is faster.

Zhou Lang didn't even think about it, he arched his back and got into the weedy path, the sharp grass and trees slashed past, and his skin felt fine and dense.

But it's bearable, not a big deal.

He has gone up the mountain more times and is more familiar with the road.

But the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and people will definitely not be able to bear it after being drenched for a long time, let alone Song Yirong.

Song Yirong's empty collar and thin, almost sharp collarbone appeared again in Zhou Lang's mind.

It's hard to describe his current mood, but Zhou Lang knew that he was angry for no reason.