In the silent place

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Zhan Zhao remained silent, silent.Bai Yutang only wished that he could quarrel with him like before, even if they punched each other and fought hard.But the other party didn't, and he was so quiet that he didn't even have a rebuttal.All the questioning didn't seem to arouse any emotion in his heart.His calmness was like an extremely elastic net, rebounding all the anger back, making Bai Yutang even more furious.After so many years, in this person's heart, what exactly is he? !Is everything in the past just perfunctory? !This kind of Zhan Zhao made him feel very strange, so strange that he didn't even know him at all!

"Understood." He snorted coldly, suddenly felt that everything in the past was like a funny joke, and he was the protagonist who was ridiculed. "It turns out that what you said was still a friend, and it was just a joke!" Oh!Bai Yutang laughed at himself.

Not long after I confessed my love to him, something changed, and it became impossible to go back.The four years in the middle are like a thin layer of ice that can't withstand the touch and melts instantly.The fact that he left without saying a word back then had already explained everything.It's just that he has been unwilling to think about it, let alone give up.He naively thought that as long as he guarded him silently, even if he couldn't be a lover, the other party would still regard him as the best buddy.

buddies? !Ha ha.Bai Yutang laughed back in pain, stood up abruptly, with frost on his face, and sarcastically said: "Very good, Zhan Zhao, very good! I have seen it today, what kind of friend?! What buddy?! It's all nonsense I, Bai Yutang, are nothing to you Zhan Zhao! Even your grandpa, I am blind!" He had endured it for four years, and at this moment, the anger, hatred, and resentment burst out in his chest, and he spoke unceremoniously. The characters are thorny, like sharp knives.

Zhan Zhao closed his eyes, suppressing his strong emotions.His chest was stuffy like it was going to explode, and he wished he could roar into the sky.He clenched his fists tightly, still unable to stop his body trembling slightly, not knowing how long he could last like this.

"Get out!" He swallowed and said cruelly.

There was a bang behind him, Zhan Zhao subconsciously turned around, and suddenly felt that something had hit the shin of his right leg, and there was a sharp pain in his heart. The chair was kicked over by the person opposite him.He leaned against the window without moving.Suddenly, I feel that this is also good.

Bai Yutang's chest heaved violently, shaking with anger.Is this the person he has been thinking about for so many years?Why did he become like this?He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it!The anger in his chest spread like a raging flame, burning all his sanity.

"Why? If you don't want to be friends with me, why did you lie to me?!"

He never knew that the other party would be so cruel, so cruel that he would trample all his sincerity under his feet.Could it be that just because he likes the same sex, can he trample on his self-esteem like this?

"You forced me!"

Zhan Zhao's voice was cold and merciless, tearing his own and the other's hearts into thousands of pieces at the same time.

Good one I force you!

Bai Yutang looked at the person across from him, and felt a huge pain in his heart like being run over by a wheel.It turns out that I, Bai Yutang, are just a dispensable passer-by in your heart.

"Don't worry, from now on, I, Bai Yutang, will never 'harass' you again!"

Staring at the reddish eyes of the other party due to anger, Zhan Zhao was pierced by the sad and heartbreaking light that flashed in his eyes, his heart seemed to have a thousand layers of ice and snow collapsing, and it hurt like a crack.Looking at the back of Bai Yutang leaving angrily, he turned around abruptly, with his hands firmly propped on the window sill, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.There was a loud bang on the door, which was particularly dull and clear in the silent night, like a hammer hitting his heart heavily.

The parking lot was empty, Bai Yutang was leaning on the back of the driver's seat, looking at the pale fluorescent lights outside the car window, recalling all the past, his heart was pierced like a knife.He and Zhan Zhao have known each other for ten years, but now they have come to this point.Even if he loves him so much, what's the use?Some contributions will never be rewarded; some feelings will never end; and some people are destined to never belong to themselves.The initial anger and resentment blew through his heart like a gust of wind, and after the wind passed, only a sense of melancholy remained.In those years, the road they walked together, the deep and shallow traces they left together, and those memories that cannot be frozen, how to choose.He held the steering wheel and slowly rested his head on the back of his hands.

Zhan Zhao stood in front of the octagonal window like a statue, motionless.It seemed that there was only one breathing shell left, continuing his life.After an unknown amount of time, he turned around slowly, his face was as pale as death.

There was a bit of night wind flowing in the room, and the cold breath made people sober.Everything was so quiet, as if nothing had happened.He bent down, straightened the overturned wooden chair, and sat down slowly panting.In the surrounding air, it seemed that the man's manic aura was still flowing, carrying boundless pain and deep despair, which made his throat constricted and his breathing became more and more difficult.

At some point, a small puddle of blood had accumulated under his feet, bit by bit, clearly visible.He closed his eyes and clenched his fists and sighed deeply, then opened his eyes and turned his legs to the bedside table, took out Yunnan Baiyao from the drawer, and sprinkled the powder on the wound.A layer of skin was knocked off the thinnest part of the middle tibia of the calf, and blood was oozing out little by little, and the fine powder was washed away by the unstoppable blood after a while.Since his illness, he has been careful everywhere and has never been injured, but the doctor's advice has long been familiar.He found a scarf from the closet and tied it around his leg, then wiped the blood on the floor with a rag, pasted a note to his uncle and aunt on the door, and walked out of the house in the middle of the night.

The night in early spring was chilly.Zhan Zhao wrapped his coat tightly, and walked slowly on the bluestone road in the community.The dim light of the street lamps cast a long shadow on him.He stopped and walked, and when he passed the small garden, he sat down on the promenade. There was a burst of coolness from the stone chair, and a chill spread all over his body in an instant, as if his heart had also been frozen.A stray cat dawdled and circled around his feet for a while, meowed into the undergrowth, and disappeared into the darkness.The building is not far from the gate of the community, and it took him twice as long as usual to get out.On the wide road, pedestrians occasionally passed by him, Zhan Zhao held on to the iron fence outside the community, looked at the vehicles passing by on the street, and suddenly felt an unbearable heartache.There are too many forks in the journey of life, and it may be a lifetime when you turn around.And he, that hard-hearted person, turned around ruthlessly, leaving only his back to the person who loved him the most.At this moment, he is no longer the man who wears a mask and pretends to be strong. Tears flow from his eyes and fall on his mouth, salty.

"Brother, where are you going?" The taxi driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, turned his head and asked enthusiastically when he saw Zhan Zhao got into the car.

"Central Hospital. Thank you."

Hearing his muttering, the driver master guessed with a thick nasal voice: "You have a cold too? The weather has been abnormal recently. A large number of people in our convoy have caught a cold."

Zhan Zhao smiled, but remained silent.He turned his head slightly and looked out the window at the street scene.Seeing that he didn't like to talk, the driver also stopped talking, and started driving with all his heart.

The car drove all the way to the hospital, Zhan Zhao got out of the car, bent down and untied the scarf to look at the wound.Apart from the slight oozing of blood, he looked fine. He re-tied the scarf and walked into the hospital step by step.

The doctor sterilized his wound, gave him a hemostatic injection, and made him lie on a makeshift hospital bed.The nurse on duty brought some pillows under his right leg, elevating the injured area to help stop the bleeding.

It was a bit cold in the room, and there was nothing to cover him, Zhan Zhao had no choice but to wrap his clothes tightly around his chest to keep out the cold.Lying on the bed next to her was a girl receiving an injection, whispering to her boyfriend with a low laugh.Looking at the warm and touching picture in front of him, the corners of Zhan Zhao's lips rose unconsciously, but his mind was full of the man's eyes that were red with anger, filled with endless pain and sourness, bit by bit, slowly eroding His heart gnawed at his bones.How many nights, when he wakes up from a dream, he will suddenly find that his life is disappearing little by little, close to exhaustion, as if tomorrow he will no longer exist.That's fine, isn't it?He slowly closed his eyes, the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, the chill went deep into the bone marrow, and there was only ice cold left in an instant.

It was almost ten o'clock at night when Liu Rong and his wife came back from the play.As soon as she entered the house, the first thing Liu Rong did was to check whether her nephew had gone to bed on time.Unexpectedly, the bedroom door was wide open, and there was no one inside.Turning her head to see, there was a note pasted on the door, she quickly tore it off and brought it in front of her eyes.

Uncle and aunt:

I'm going out for a while and I'll be right back.don’t worry.

Xiao Zhao

"Hey... this child." Liu Rong sighed helplessly, although she was complaining, her tone was full of love.

After Jiang Yewan changed his shoes, he came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Rong handed the note in her hand to her wife, and said worriedly: "It's so late, and I'm going out alone. Is there anything we can't wait until tomorrow?"

"You, don't worry about it. Doesn't it say you'll be back in a while?"

Liu Rong cast a glance at her wife, shook her head helplessly, turned and walked into the living room.

In the hospital, Zhan Zhao was lying on the hospital bed, and the doctor was bandaging his wound.After an hour of waiting, the hemostatic needle worked, and the blood finally stopped slowly.

While wrapping the gauze for him, the doctor reprimanded him severely: "You are such a big man, why don't you be careful? You are afraid of trauma with this disease, and it's not like you don't know about it." Turning around, he saw him pursing his lips, saying nothing Hair, could not help shaking his head. "I'll give you the pressure bandage, don't remove it yourself, come to the hospital the day after tomorrow to change the dressing."

"Okay, thank you." Zhan Zhao nodded.

"When you go back, you must pay more attention, don't get wet, and don't move around. Once you find any signs of something bad, come to the hospital immediately. Are you clear?" The doctor quickly finished the work under his hand, and took the trouble to give a few more words .

"Yes, I see. Thank you, doctor." Zhan Zhao said and stood up from the bed.

The young man was quite polite, he kept saying thank you several times, but he didn't know how to take care of himself.The young man now, hey... The doctor sighed, turned and walked out of the ward.

After taking a shower, Jiang Yewan came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, raised his head and shouted into the hall, "Has Xiao Zhao come back?"

"No." Liu Rong sat on the sofa in the living room, always feeling uneasy. "I'll give him a call."

Jiang Yewan came in wiping his hair, looked up at the wall clock on the wall, felt a little worried, and nodded to his wife. "Well, let's make a call."

Liu Rong grabbed the phone on the coffee table and dialed her nephew's cell phone number.The bell rang twice, and as soon as it was connected, Liu Rong couldn't wait to ask: "Xiao Zhao, where are you? Are you all right? Ah?"

"Aunt..." Zhan Zhao was sitting in the taxi, listening to his aunt's anxious and worried voice, his eye sockets were burning, his throat was choked, and he was on the verge of being speechless.He took a deep breath, calmed his breath, and said gently: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll be home soon."

After Liu Rong heard her nephew's voice, she finally felt relieved. "Be careful on the road, come back quickly, huh?"

"Well, we're home now. Hang up." Zhan Zhao comforted.

"Okay." Liu Rong hung up the phone, still a little worried, went to the window and looked downstairs from time to time. "Old Jiang, you said it's so late, what did he go out for?"

"You look at him so closely all day long, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to stand it either."

After hearing what her wife said, Liu Rong sighed helplessly. "You didn't see it, how scary he was like last time. Besides, the doctor ordered him to sleep twenty hours a day. If we don't listen to the doctor, who else can we listen to?"

His wife's words made sense, and Jiang Yewan didn't choke anymore. "Going out at this point must be something urgent. When he comes back, you can ask him carefully."

After saying hello to the guard, Zhan Zhao asked the taxi driver to drive the car into the community.Liu Rong leaned on the window and looked downstairs as if her nephew had returned, and hurried to open the door.After a while, I saw my nephew climbing upstairs with a plastic belt.

"It's so late, where did you go?" Liu Rong asked anxiously standing at the door.

Zhan Zhao smiled at his aunt, and walked a few steps into the house.Knowing that he couldn't hide it from the elders, he confessed honestly: "I went to the hospital."

"What's the matter? What's wrong?" Liu Rong looked at her nephew, seeing that his face was indeed a bit unwell, so she hurriedly asked him.

"Just knocked it accidentally, the doctor saw it, it's all right."

Although Zhan Zhao said it lightly, Liu Rong's heart skipped a beat when he heard it. "Where did you knock? Let me see."

"Don't worry, am I fine? If there is something wrong, the doctor won't let me back." Zhan Zhao took his aunt's arm and comforted her non-stop.

Liu Rong didn't listen to him, and pulled him to sit down on the sofa in the living room. "If you're embarrassed to let me see it, you can show it to your uncle."

Seeing that his aunt seemed unwilling to give up if he failed to achieve his goal, Zhan Zhao had no choice but to lift up his trouser legs to show her. "The doctor bandaged it up and didn't allow it to be removed. He said he would change the dressing in two days." Seeing that his aunt was still worried, he quickly picked up the plastic bag next to her to show her. "Look, I've been prescribed medicine. It's really all right."

"Why are you so careless?" Looking at the gauze wrapped around her nephew's legs, Liu Rong sighed heavily, feeling distressed for a while.

"It's okay, Auntie." Zhan Zhao said, as if to prove something, he smiled lightly at his auntie, there was a faint warmth in his dark eyes like ink beads, but his heart was like a broken heart. It's like a big hole, empty and painful.

Liu Rong looked at him with pain and love in her heart, she couldn't say a word of reproach, only a soft sigh was heard in the room.