sunset melting gold

"Snapped--"

A few sparks popped up from the fire in the fireplace.

Fang Shiqiu sat on the sofa covered with a plush blanket, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window.

The sun that has not yet set is hidden behind the ridge, leaving only a small and a half round outline, and the snow that was plated with gold at sunrise has been dyed smoky purple at this time.

The scenery of the snow-capped mountains is the same as in the past, covered with snow all year round, and there is a dead silence.

The piece of transparent glass embedded in the metal frame is like a projector that only stores a single video, playing repeated images day after day.

Fang Shiqiu couldn't remember how many years he had been imprisoned here by Liang Ming.

His perception of time is very confusing. Without a clock, he can only judge the approximate season from the snowflakes falling outside the window and the density of the pine forest, or the exposed rock area on the snow mountain.

The spring and autumn here are not clear, there is little snowfall in summer, only the wind and snow in winter.

But identifying the seasons doesn't help Fang Shiqiu either.

His brain is surrounded by chemical molecules, and he is always groggy. When he occasionally gets a moment of sobriety, he is always thinking about how long he can live, and how far this dilapidated body can last.

After going back and forth for hundreds of days and nights in the unsolvable Mobius ring, and experiencing countless times of near-death and suffocation, Fang Shiqiu finally jumped out of this unsolvable proposition.

He thought, maybe one day he would really die by Liang Ming's hands, on that bed.

The sun slowly sank into the ridge, and the pure white owl circled down from the top of the mountain with its prey in its mouth, and landed on the pine tree. The thick branches shook tremblingly, and the dense snow fell rustlingly.

The sound of rubbing against pine leaves and snowflakes blown to pieces by the wind came from a distance, Fang Shiqiu hugged his knees and curled up on the sofa.

Snow mountain sunsets in winter are often accompanied by wind and snow, but today is a rare sunny day, suitable for skiing and walking.

So Liang Ming told him that he could go downstairs.

But Fang Shiqiu didn't intend to leave the room.

Being imprisoned in the high-altitude snowfield for many years, coupled with endless torture, his body deteriorated, he became more prone to fever and coma, and became more chilly than before.

The fireplace behind him continued to radiate warmth. Fang Shiqiu instinctively wanted to get closer to the fireplace, to get closer to the scorching flames, and to stay away from the biting wind and snow.

However, Liang Ming carried him to the sofa, which meant that he could not walk around without authorization.

In this cage that Liang Ming carefully built for himself, pain and chemicals taught Fang Shiqiu to learn to obey all the rules set by Liang Ming.

The first rule he learned here was not to leave this room.

Even if it was promised by Liang Ming himself.

When he was locked in the villa, Fang Shiqiu tried to escape.

He smashed the glass windows, jumped barefoot into the snow in his thin pajamas, and walked from the backyard of the villa to the edge of the pine forest.

On the edge of the pine forest are large stretches of rugged rocks, the sharp edges and corners hidden under the soft white snow scratched Fang Shiqiu's soles, and the knee-deep snow made his legs black and blue.

Fang Shiqiu failed to get out of the pine forest.

He fell down in the snow, and it took a long time before he was carried back to the villa by Liang Ming who came late.

That time, Liang Ming didn't punish Fang Shiqiu, and he didn't throw him to the dumb girl who had a high fever. Instead, he stayed in the villa to take care of him for a long time.

Fang Shiqiu was delirious with fever, sometimes listening to intermittent concerns from Liang Ming in his ears, and seeing the worried expression on the other side, he had the illusion that he was dating Liang Ming.

He spent half a month in a daze in the hallucinations he imagined. During that time, Liang Ming seemed to be the president of the student union who cared for the younger generation in college, not a lunatic who became angry after being rejected when he confessed his confession.

But after the fever subsided, a black collar appeared on Fang Shiqiu's neck.

The neck ring made of a special material was so tough that it made it difficult for him to speak or even swallow.

Fang Shiqiu tried to pull it, and there were red marks on his neck, but the neck ring did not move at all.

There was nowhere to hide the red marks, and Liang Ming quickly noticed his movements.

This time, Liang Ming didn't hold back his bad taste, gave him a lot of aphrodisiacs, and tortured him on the bed for a whole day and night.

After that, Fang Shiqiu never dared to touch that neck ring again.

Fang Shiqiu, who couldn't survive alone in the harsh environment, was kept in captivity in a villa and completely reduced to Liang Ming's plaything.

The window in the room that used to be used for looking at the scenery became a display window in front of the luxury store. The snow mountain peeked at Liang Ming's private collection through the glass. spent the first winter.

At the end of spring, the ice under the eaves was ticking under the slightly elevated temperature, and a group of wild pheasants appeared outside the villa.

The wild pheasant dragged its long tail feathers to look for food in the snow. Fang Shiqiu was held against the wall by Liang Ming, but his eyes followed the track of the wild pheasant looking for food outside the window.

His mind was obviously distracted, and Liang Ming soon noticed that he was absent-minded.

The always harsh man frowned first, and after seeing the group of wild pheasants following Fang Shiqiu's line of sight, he laughed in a rare good-tempered manner.

He bit Fang Shiqiu's earlobe and asked, "Does Qiuqiu want to see it?"

Thought.Fang Shiqiu said in his heart.

He hadn't seen living creatures other than Liang Ming and the dumb girl for a long time, his soul longing for freedom was clamoring, trying to run towards the white snowy sea with his body in vain.

However, having suffered so much at Liang Min's hands, he no longer knew what to answer so as not to offend him.

Fang Shiqiu didn't nod or shake his head, just stared at Liang Min in a daze, Liang Min didn't continue the topic, and carried him back to the big bed away from the window.

Later, Liang Ming tidied up the wrinkled shirt, and before leaving the room, he suddenly turned around and called Fang Shiqiu.

"You can go downstairs to have a look." He said with a smile, "but you can't go out."

Fang Shiqiu nodded obediently.

He lay on the thin blanket, and did not see the mocking smile on Liang Ming's face.

At noon the next day, Fang Shiqiu opened his eyes and found that the wild pheasants were no longer in the snow.

They leapt onto the pine tree, their brown body blending perfectly with the branches of the pine tree, only revealing a long white tail feather hanging in the air.

Fang Shiqiu moved closer to the window sill, trying to see more clearly, his palm was pressed against the glass, but only touched the snowflakes that fell on the edge of the window.

The coldness of his palm awakened the memory before he fell asleep. He remembered what Liang Min said before going to bed the day before, and for the first time, he had the idea of ​​leaving the room.

Fang Shiqiu leaned on the wall, walked out of the room little by little, and stepped into the trap of being softly whitewashed.

He was kicked down the stairs by Liang Min, his wrist and calf were severely broken.

An electric shock-like pain came from the fracture site, and it ran wildly in the body. When Fang Shiqiu fell to the ground, he couldn't even tell whether it was the pain caused by the fracture or the hallucination caused by the electric shock.

The pain like an electric shock lasted for nearly 10 minutes, and Fang Shiqiu's body was still convulsing.

He lay on the ground and cried softly, pleading with Liang Ming who was watching coldly, but Liang Ming who was burning with anger threw him directly from the window on the second floor.

The snow under the window was deep, and the snow that fell the night before was fluffy and soft, and Fang Shiqiu was instantly submerged in the white snow.

He soaked in the sea of ​​snow for a full 10 minutes. The snow covering his body was melted by his body temperature and wet his thin pajamas. The biting cold seeped into his skin from the wet cloth, miraculously relieving the pain.

Fang Shiqiu turned his head and saw Liang Min standing by the window lighting a cigar.

He exhaled the smoke, flicked the finger holding the smoke lightly, and a spark trailing black smoke fell from the end of the cigar.

The sparks hit the ground, Fang Shiqiu blinked, the sparks that were about to fall in front of his eyes suddenly disappeared, and there was a burst of light out of thin air under the dim sunlight.

Swarms of whitebait, shining with colorful light, were cruising in the white sea, their long and elegant tails curled with water droplets swayed slightly, and the cool water splashed in all directions fell on his face, forming patches of frost.

The weird scene and reality overlapped together, the whitebait appeared and disappeared, and Fang Shiqiu realized for the first time that he had hallucinations.

Liang Ming stood on the window sill on the second floor until the cigarette in his hand was exhausted before instructing the dumb girl to fish Fang Shiqiu out.

Fang Shiqiu soaked in the snow for a long time, his fractured joints were severely frostbitten, and he developed a high fever not long after he was fished out.

He was sicker than ever before, but Liang Ming did not let him go because of this.

That evening, Fang Shiqiu, who was suffering from a high fever, was pressed on the window sill, and his body hanging in mid-air was precarious. As long as Liang Ming let go, he would fall into the white snow sea again.

He hugged Liang Min's shoulders in a panic, leaned against Liang Min's arms and panted heavily, the bone-piercing cold wind entered his lungs from his throat, and there was a sharp pain like a thorn in his chest.

The pain in different parts was superimposed, and Fang Shiqiu's eyes were pitch black.

Before losing consciousness, he saw Liang Ming's gloomy and ferocious face.

"You still can't learn well."

"I love you so much, why did you leave me?"

……

"Qiuqiu."

Fang Shiqiu woke up from the old memories, Liang Min stood in front of the sofa, gently rubbing his hair.

Seeing him wake up, Liang Min stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, leaned over and hugged him back to the bed.

"I'm leaving, I'll see you next time."

Liang Ming helped Fang Shiqiu cover the quilt, and put a kiss on his pale lips.

As he wished, he approached the fireplace, and the fatigue caused by the warmth surged up. Fang Shiqiu resisted the drowsiness, and watched Liang Ming walk towards the half-open door of the room.

The door gently opened and then slowly closed, Liang Ming's face hidden in the shadows disappeared behind the door, and the closed space returned to silence.

Fang Shiqiu took a deep breath, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, fell on the pillow and fell asleep.

He went to bed very early that day, so he missed the rumbling sound coming from a distance, and the soaring flames that dyed the sea of ​​snow red.