Beginning without end

Ji Suiyun is not qualified to control Song Bai, he is so omnipotent and has done all kinds of evil things, but he can't snatch half of the cigarette from the hand of the boy he likes.In the end, Ji Suiyun just asked Song Bai for a flue-cured tobacco for seven yuan and a box, which was so strong and frightening.

"Smoking less in the future." Ji Suiyun smoked with him. In the night, the smoke was hazy, covering the faces of the two men.Ji Suiyun seems to have witnessed the growth and melancholy that a boy must go through, and it seems that this is the only thing Song Bai only showed him.

Ji Suiyun really has no other reason or opportunity to spoil Song Bai. After that night, there was an ashtray exclusive to Song Bai at home. Ji Suiyun forbade him to buy any more cigarettes. The one on the tea table was Ji Suiyun Pick as good a smoke as possible.

Song Bai didn't even think about what kind of reaction Lu Fucheng would have if he found out that he was a bad student.Maybe he would turn cold and take away Song Bai's cigarette with a slightly stronger hand. Whenever this man gets angry, Song Bai should panic and dare not do anything rebellious.But unfortunately, if he was by Lu Fucheng's side, Song Bai might still be a soft, soft, milk-scented cookie.

Song Bai is often in a daze, sitting motionless for a whole day, the only change in the room may be the stacked cigarette butts in the ashtray.At other times, Song Bai would sometimes wipe the matryoshka dolls on the small table, as well as the boat, which had been rubbed smoother by the palm of his hand, faintly glowing.

Song Bai suffered from headaches and nausea more frequently, and Yu Yu didn't have any energy at all. He thought it must be because he smoked too much.

The sweater was knit intermittently, Song Bai asked someone to send it home, and there was a lot of wool left, Ji Suiyun said that he also wanted a scarf.

Song Bai didn't weave it for him.

Ji Suiyun had a much better temper towards Song Bai, and he didn't get angry when he was rejected, he just hugged Song Bai intimately as if he was addicted, and said, "Ah Bai, you smell so heavy of cigarettes, it's all over me."

Ji Suiyun buried his head in Song Bai's neck and sniffed deeply, feeling a little bit disappointed, he could no longer find that pure and craving milk scent.The slightly obvious smell of smoke is mixed with the smell of lavender shower gel, in a trance, like Ji Suiyun in the past.

This is my own person.should be.Ji Suiyun thought so.

There is still a month to go before the Chinese New Year, when Ji Suiyun finally has a little leisure time, and Song Bai also survived.He has lost a lot of weight, only a handful of his waist is left, and his hip bones are protruding, to the point of being painful.Song Bai's gaze was as stagnant as a pool of stagnant water, and he couldn't see anything faintly, making people flustered.

Zhang Na did her best in front of Ji Suiyun, making up soup and stewing medicinal food every day, Song Bai couldn't eat too much, and no one could do anything about it.

"Ah Bai, let's take you out to relax." Ji Suiyun called Song Bai several times, and Song Bai slowly looked back at him.

"Is there a place you want to go?"

"Shenyang." The dry words, that is Song Bai's home.

Ji Suiyun smiled half-truthfully: "It's such a familiar place, there's no scenery, if you invite me to visit, it can be included in the plan."

Song Bai instinctively became vigilant, and the irritability in his heart began to surge to the top of his head again. He quietly pinched his leg a few times, and the pain became dull.

"Go to Holland, I seem to have seen your wallpaper before, windmills and pastures, it's pretty good."

Song Bai didn't refute, it was always what Ji Suiyun said.But after thinking about this kind of travel, only the tired ones are left. People who can't even lift the energy to resent, talk about traveling and relaxing.Song Bai only thought that he was walking dead, that Lu Fu was successful and famous, and that his family was safe and well.

"Ah Bai, give me a chance." Ji Suiyun said this, with a gentle and even humble attitude.

Song Bai felt that he had a past and no future, and that living a day was nothing but dying a day in the chaos of endless humiliation. Ji Suiyun personally deprived Song Bai of all expectations and opportunities. It would be a bit selfish and cruel to ask for it now.

Ji Suiyun didn't get a reply, he reached out and gently touched Song Bai's lackluster eyes, he would not lie to himself again, this person is still the intact one in his hands.

Song Bai was taken out of the door by Ji Suiyun, Song Bai shrank unconsciously, seeing all kinds of people on the street, he only felt full of fear in his heart.Song Bai was afraid, afraid of the fangs on everyone's back, afraid of being hurt.

Ji Suiyun hugged Song Bai's waist, pulled him close to protect him, and said, "Ah Bai, don't be afraid." But how could a normal person have such inexplicable resistance to the external environment.

Ji Suiyun brought Song Bai into a high-level office near the Bund.The decoration of the office is very elegant, and there are many green plants, which are lush and lush. It can be seen that the owner has carefully maintained and cared for it.The room looks very warm and soft, and the soft gauze curtains flutter and sway gently under the warm air of the air conditioner, which will make people feel a little relaxed.

But Song Bai didn't feel relaxed.

A round-faced man with glasses came out. He looked very kind, with a smile on his face, and he felt safe and trustworthy.

Song Bai's nerves that had been sluggish for a long time suddenly became sensitive. He turned his head to look at Ji Suyun, and it seemed that invisible hard thorns stood up all over his body in an instant.

"I'm not sick." Song Bai's tone was frightening, and he took a step back: "Mr. Ji, it's very boring."

Ji Suiyun frowned: "I don't think you have any problems, just chatting, this is my friend."

"Don't be angry, Suiyun and I are really friends. He is 30 years old. A man of this age suddenly told me that he really likes a boy. I will ask him to bring you over for a cup of tea."

Liu Zhi smiled and went to get some tea. His voice was very gentle, which made people feel safe: "Actually, if anyone is really sick, it must be Suiyun. When he was younger, he was simply paranoid. Ruthless. Terrifyingly angry."

Ji Suiyun got a look from Liu Zhi and left quietly. He closed the thin glass door, but he felt as if he was locked out of Song Bai's heart.

Liu Zhi is good at chatting. It seems that all psychiatrists have both the skills of chatting and listening. Song Bai is difficult to deal with. He basically doesn't talk, but he is very polite and occasionally listens to him.

At night, Liu Zhi sent Ji Suiyun a WeChat message—a nearly half-minute voice message.

Liu Zhi talked about the medicine to be prescribed to Song Bai, and the things to pay attention to in daily life.

To be honest, Ji Suiyun really didn't dare to take it seriously.The child with a sharp smile and sharp teeth that caught his attention at the beginning suffered from a depression that could never be completely cured but only alleviated.

These three words are like accusations and weeping.Even if the parties have become silent.

Song Bai was rubbing the matryoshka doll again, and some of his too frequent obsessive-compulsive movements also found an explanation.

Ji Suiyun was extremely confused, he didn't know what to do.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that he still doesn't want to let go of Song Bai.It was not easy for him to have his own flower.