Dawn is coming

Jian Chengxi sat in the back seat of the car, leaning his head on the window glass.His body was very close to the car door, and he squeezed there nervously.He had turned the doorknob, put it there nonchalantly after picking up speed on the viaduct, and twisted it away.

But that door didn't open, the person sitting in the driver's cab had already locked the rear door, if he didn't unlock it from the main console, Jian Chengxi couldn't open the door from inside.

It won't fall off either.

Jian Chengxi's movements were very light, but those blue eyes still noticed it, and turned to look at him.Jiang Xiaozheng was sitting in the co-pilot, and when he saw Andre looking back, he also turned sideways in shock, looking exactly the same as he did when he arrived at the local police station half an hour ago.Jiang Xiaozheng was in his bedroom when Andre received Jian Chengqi's call. After Jian Chengqi got the call, he was very silent. A police officer couldn't hold back, grabbed his cell phone, angrily and cursed that Jane Cheng Qi attacked the police and destroyed public property.

Jiang Xiaozheng was right next to him. Hearing what the police officer said, he lost all thoughts. Andre put on his clothes and took out some documents to go to the police station, and he followed.Jiang Xiaozheng was afraid of the uniform, and usually avoided public officials when he saw them from a distance, but when he thought of Jian Chengqi, he couldn't care less about them.But after entering that door, he didn't dare to speak, because he was afraid that someone would come over after he made a noise, and he was afraid that the high-ranking person would see through his first 19 years with a glance and sentence him again.

He could only follow Andre all the time. The United States of America is famous for its friendliness to foreigners in the public security system. When the staff who received them saw that Andre was a foreigner, their smile could hang in their ears.He called another officer, an alpha, with a big lump on his head, applying an ice pack. As soon as Alpha opened his mouth, Jiang Xiaozheng realized that he was the one who had covered his face on the other end of the phone before. He really had no courage, so he shrank back from Andre again.But when the alpha saw that it was a foreigner in front of him, he stared blankly, opened his mouth, and was so full of slander that he couldn't utter a word.

"Excuse me, are you from that omega—"

"He has a name, Jian Chengqi." Andre interrupted.His voice was already low, but now he suppressed it deliberately, and it sounded as unfavorable as his pheromone.

"Ah, okay, right... um..." the alpha smiled awkwardly, "Then... you are him?"

"He works in my studio," Andre replied, "We are in an employment relationship and have a formal contract."

His few simple sentences silenced Alpha's other suspicions, Alpha put down the ice pack unwillingly, and didn't show the slightest expression when he told what Jian Chengqi had done.Andre took out his wallet, took out a banknote and put it on the table, and then pressed it with the ceramic cup with a broken rim—that was the public property mentioned by police officer Alpha. He stopped it, and the second club missed the table, and it landed on the glass and broke a corner.

"But he... He snatched the police weapon for no reason and hit me on the forehead. It is assaulting the police in nature and needs to be re-educated. What if I have a gun on my back waist? Did he just-- "

"Back waist?" Andre's voice was cold, "Did he stretch out his hand in front of you? Could it be that you, an alpha, can't react and let an omega slowly stretch out his hand in front of you?" To the lower back?"

Alpha also realized that there was a contradiction in his words, and he wanted to correct it, but Andre showed a certificate, and Alpha shut up completely when he saw the stamp in the lower right corner.He knew that he couldn't offend this big Buddha, and Andre said that he would take Jian Chengqi away immediately. He went to the detention room to release people in a hurry, and asked his colleagues to pour a cup of hot water for the two of them before going out.When Jiang Xiaozheng received the police's kindness, holding the paper cup, the temperature transmitted to the palm was unreal at all.

"His attitude has become too fast and too big," Jiang Xiaozheng sighed, "What documents did you show him, so it works?"

"It's for immigration, and it's all in foreign languages, but the chapters are enough to bluff people," Andre wrote lightly. "But if Jian Chengqi asks you in the future, you can say that the police don't want to provoke foreigners, that's all," he said in a low voice. head, stroking Jiang Xiaozheng's hair, "Can it be done?"

"Well," although I don't know why Andre asked him to do this, Jiang Xiaozheng is very obedient, and he will do what Andre says.

The alpha came back soon, followed by Jian Chengqi.There were handcuffs on Jian Chengqi's wrists, Alpha smiled flatteringly at Andre, then touched the key chain he put on the table, and opened the cold metal that bound Jian Chengqi.He also told Jian Chengqi that he was sorry, he didn't mention what he was joking about, he just said that he shouldn't be so reckless and put him in the detention room.His apology was as cheap as his smile, Jian Chengqi heard it without any disturbance, even after getting out of the police station and getting into Andre's car, the indifference on his face did not loosen at all, and he did not speak.Andre was also silent, only Jiang Xiaozheng's anxiety was written on his face.He really wanted to ask Jian Chengqi what happened, but he also knew that it was inappropriate to say anything in the current atmosphere, so he turned up the volume of the car player.

He originally wanted to sing, but Jian Chengqi said something different.Jiang Xiaozheng withdrew her hand obediently, and the female voice on the radio was also very clear because of their silence.The host was reviewing the national conference that was being held in the capital. On the first day of the conference, He Boyan was re-elected as commander, starting his second decade as the supreme leader of the Order Maintenance faction. But except for that day, He Boyan never showed up again. On the eighth day of the meeting, Lieutenant General He Hongshan, the only daughter of He Boyan, attended the meeting as the third commander in chief of the military.

Then the host replayed the recording of He Boyan's speech after his re-election. In his speech, He Boyan mentioned that in the ninth decade from 2278, the policy policy of the Order Keepers is still to adhere to the post-war reconstruction plan.

"The Wei Xu Order has never been an order of martial law, but to concentrate all available resources and invest them in production and construction under the condition of protecting the basic rights of citizens, so as to realize the universal happiness of all citizens..."

"...to achieve universal happiness means that a nation, a family, and an individual must live a good life."

"A good life requires no one less—"

The characteristic slow speech of the leader came to an abrupt end, and Andre turned off the radio before the warm applause.He looked at Jian Chengqi from the rearview mirror, Jian Chengqi blinked, and turned his head to look out the window.

They were still driving on the highway, and the evenly spaced billboards on both sides were used to promote the order-maintaining government and the interim decree.The photo of He Boyan that Jian Chengxi saw head-on, he was wearing the iconic literati glasses, was smiling and applauding, and the red letter on the left side of the billboard was the sentence he mentioned on the radio just now——

A good life cannot be missed by anyone.

Those words flashed past the corners of Jian Chengqi's eyes, he grabbed the handlebar, he wanted to vomit.

"It's so late, why did you go to that place?" Andre asked, "That's not the direction you went home."

Jian Chengqi didn't answer.

"Should I take you to the hospital first? Your complexion is very bad."

"Yes, Brother Jian," Jiang Xiaozheng finally had something to say, "You may be too nervous and have a fever, let's go to the hospital first, and then you can stay at my house tonight."

"No, I still want to go back. I have a sheep to feed."

He spoke very calmly, as calmly as if nothing had happened, but a little tired.

Although Andre was anxious, he sent him to the residence as Jian Chengqi wished.After Jian Chengqi got out of the car, Andre also opened the car door. He called Omega and walked up to him: "Tomorrow I will pick you up and take you to the hospital to have a look at your glands."

Even before the gland surgery, Jian Chengxi's pheromones were so weak that some people couldn't even smell that he was an omega, except for the pheromones and their sensitive alpha.Andre actually smelled the vague pheromones emanating from Jian Chengqi as soon as he saw him. He didn't mention it because Jiang Xiaozheng didn't notice it, and he didn't want to say it to increase another person's worry.

"I can go to the hospital by myself," Jian Chengqi said, "Thank you very much today."

He was very meek when he said thank you, making Andre involuntarily want to touch it, but when he had this thought, he put his hands behind his back, as if implying to himself that the omega in front of him could not be touched.

"You don't have to be polite to me," Andre paused, turned to look at Jiang Xiaozheng sitting in the car, and said, "We are all worried about you."

"Thank you," Jian Chengqi said softly, "I will take care of myself too."

"I'll take care of myself," he repeated, and answered irrelevantly, "and I have a sheep."

Andre nodded thoughtfully, without further pressing.Jian Chengqi smiled at him unwillingly, then turned and walked towards the residential building.

Step by step, he walked forward, walked to his own room, and took out the key to open the door.

After he entered, he did not turn on the light, and his back was pressed against the cold iron door.The sound of the engine starting reached his ears through the air vent that was converted into a window, and then gradually faded away, and everything was completely silent.He didn't hear any sound after that except his own breathing, and no sheep ran up to rub his trouser legs for a hug.After Huobao cured his disease, he didn't dare to let a sheep stay alone, because he was afraid that it would eat food indiscriminately, so before going to work, he would send the sheep to the canteen not far away, and pick it up when he came back at night.Zhu Zhihua and his mother both love small animals and take good care of the lambs without charging extra for them.When he sent it off this morning, he also mentioned that he still had something to do and would come back later than usual. He remembered jokingly asking the living treasure if he would sleep in the commissary if he didn't come to pick it up tonight.His sheep were wagging their tails happily, grinding the table and chairs with their horns like nodding.

Oh, Jian Chengxi closed his eyes in the dark, the last time he recalled the laughter that happened in the morning and all the colors in that picture.

Open it again, he thought, and now it's just me.

He sat down on the ground, his back still leaning against the iron door, the only light source in this small room was the dark moonlight shining in from the vent, Jian Chengqi slowly fell to the ground, his left cheek was pressed against the dust on the concrete floor.

He wondered why he rented such a place, this vent was more like a small window in a prison cell.This thought made him suddenly support his elbows, stand up from the ground in horror, and ran out without dusting off his body, the echoes caused by the footsteps rang in the corridor.

He didn't know what he looked like now, but after entering the canteen that was about to close, Zhu Zhihua looked at him and was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.Jian Chengqi bent down and hugged the lamb running towards him tightly. He bowed several times when he said goodbye to Zhu Zhihua, saying "thank you" and "sorry" at the same time.

Then he walked briskly in the direction he came from.Huobao has grown like a big cat, and he prefers to walk around by himself, but Jian Chengxi holds it by himself and does not let it go.During this period, the live treasure barked several times, and Jian Chengqi could tell that it was being hugged and breathless, but his hands didn't listen to the brain's command at all, and they were still tightly bound, as if he let go, and his lamb would disappear , that was his only concern, and he couldn't bear the loss.

He quickly returned to the residence, did not go to bed, but sat on the wooden chair in front of the messy table.He arched his back, put the live treasure on his lap, held his two front hooves with both hands, and stretched his neck to look at it.Its hooves are cold, but the hairy areas are soft and hot, its nose is dry, its breath is wet, its eyelashes are white and long, and the blackness in its eyes is alive.

"Baa..." Huobao was probably also frightened by Jian Chengqi's current appearance, and he cried out very confidently.As soon as it was called, Jian Chengqi's heart softened, he thought it was right, he still had a sheep, he had to take good care of it.

He looked at that life silently, reluctant to blink his eyes, afraid that if he was not firm for a moment, those once-for-all impulses would gain the upper hand, tempting him to say goodbye to this world.His departure is actually a contribution, as long as people like Jian Chengqi die in this world, wouldn't there be a good life for everyone?

But he has tamed a sheep, he has to be responsible for it, he can't just die like this, he has to grit his teeth and live.

But someone has to die tonight.

The drunken alpha didn't die, neither did the police alpha, it was they who humiliated Jian Chengqi with actions and words, neither of them died.

But what Jian Chengqi couldn't stand the most was humiliation. His self-esteem was sensitive and fragile, and he would rather be broken than whole.When he thought that those who bullied him were still alive, he wished he could die.

Once again he fell into the abyss of despair, and the sense of responsibility for a sheep could only tear him apart so that he would not sink deeper and deeper, but could not rescue him, he had to save himself, his manicured nails sank deep into the skin, he His heart screamed silently and angrily, and he wanted to die and live.

At that moment, he thought of writing with a pen and paper, and at the same time a man's name popped up and hit him, that person was Song Qu, and he wanted to write about Song Qu.

In fact, Song Qu can be called by any name, or replaced by letters, or just put an X. He can be anyone, but if someone must die tonight, he must die.

A complete sentence popped up in his mind - Song Qu wanted to commit suicide.

He put the sheep on his lap, and quickly took out a pen and paper from the messy table.

The paper was manuscript paper that had been crumpled into a ball at some point, and a few lines written on the front had been crossed out, so Jian Chengqi flattened it and turned it to the back, poking at it with a pen.His desire to write was too strong, and he pressed the pen too hard, so that the nib of the fountain pen broke because of the first stroke.Jian Chengqi hurriedly changed another one, this time he tried his best to restrain himself, but several words still pierced the paper.

He wrote that Song Qu wanted to die, and he wrote that Song Qu took practical actions.

He did not cut his wrists in Jian Chengxi's works.Most people think of cutting their wrists first when they think of suicide, but that is actually the way with the lowest success rate.He didn't take sleeping pills, which are as painful as drinking pesticides. Self-suicide does not necessarily mean experiencing pain.He didn't choose to jump off a building either. This method of death would be too visually stimulating to the witnesses. In fact, he was quite sincere in wishing that he could die himself, and he didn't want it to cause trouble to others.The most ideal suicide method he can think of is to explode himself in the bathtub at a fixed point, so that his broken body will disappear with the flow of water, clean and without leaving any traces.

But the tools and preparations needed for this method were beyond his ability, so he chose to burn charcoal. This method of death is traditional and painless. He opened his eyes from sleep, and came to the world with a cry. He is now going back to the dream of his childhood, sleeping through the long night without waking up.

He is writing an image that clearly knows that he wants to commit suicide, is committing suicide, and has no regrets about suicide.Those who are alive advise pessimists not to commit suicide, and always earnestly hope that they will not escape in this way, but whoever stipulates that suicide is impulsive and cowardly, he just wants to write that he uses his own death to fight.

He wrote that Song Qu committed suicide not to punish the living, but to liberate himself.

Holding the pen, he searched the table, hoping to find another piece of manuscript paper, but when he failed to find it, he stood up abruptly, the treasure fell to the ground, and he groaned in grievance, but he seemed to be immersed in another world , He didn’t hear anything, he opened the closet and took out the old newspapers on the shelf, and didn’t sit back, he slapped the newspaper on the door of the cabinet without wasting a second, the tip of the pen stuck in the blank space of the four corners and continued. Write.

It is written that he is in a war without gunpowder, one person against thousands of people, one individual against a set of operating laws, and the free will at this moment is against the general happiness in the future.

He's in a war he can't win, but he doesn't want to live.No one knows where the soul will drift after the death of life. That unknown world that no one knows may not be better than living, but he can no longer accept the current world.

He can't choose what he wants, so he exercises the power of suicide, choosing what he doesn't want.Suicide is his resistance. He refuses to sacrifice his natural personality and give up his own freedom. He doesn't accept it. He says goodbye to this fucking world. He hasn't lost this war.

He ran out of the last newspaper, looked around frantically, but couldn't find any more paper to write on.He tried to write on his own arm, but the written words were glued together and could not be distinguished, so he had to give up.At the same time, his body couldn't hold it anymore and fell down. The fire had a heat that his body couldn't bear, and it was getting hotter and hotter, trying to swallow him from the inside out.

Then he turned sideways, with his forehead against the wall, and continued to write on the wall with his pen.

He wrote that he slowly closed his eyes in the room where the door and windows were blocked by towels and clothes, he was about to die, he was about to be free.

He thought so be it.He couldn't hold his eyelids, and he didn't want to force them.His field of vision slowly became a flat oval that fluctuated in size and size, gradually shrinking with each blink.

He has no regrets, he has no losses, no regrets.He's about to open his eyes for the last time, and then he gets his wish.He even thought he was dead, as long as he opened his eyes for the last time, the last time——

For the last time, Jian Chengqi wrote in the corner of the wall, and the water from the pen tip became more and more uneven due to friction.He seems to have become Song Qu, or he is Song Qu.Song Qu had originally died for him, and Song Qu's last glance was also his last——

He opened his eyes for the last time, and he saw the light piercing through the broken door without hesitation, and the swaying and blurry figure rushing in was Lin Yuan.

He knew why the name that popped up was Song Qu, and he saw the little boy holding up his painting, which had his crooked signature on it.

"I'm not Picasso," the boy smiled innocently, "My name is Lin Yuan."

So his name is Song Qu, and Jian Chengxi understood, because his name is Lin Yuan.

Ask the canal how clear it is, only the source of flowing water.

He burst into tears.

Jian Chengxi was still holding the pen, tears were so surging that it was difficult to breathe, dripping on the gray wall and blurring the handwriting, as if fused with Song Qu's tears, he thought Song Qu couldn't die, Lin Yuan came to save him, he couldn't die.

He has to live.Both Song Qu and Jian Chengqi had to live.

He put down the pen and let the text stop at Song Qu's last glance.Song Qu survived, but Jian Chengqi still couldn't help sobbing, depressed and helpless.

He also really wanted to have a Lin Yuan, and wanted to have a Lin Yuan to save him at the last glance.Embrace him, need him, expect him, let him live.

He didn't know where to put it when he didn't hold the pen, so he touched his body, scratched his flesh through his clothes, and used the pain to make sure he was still alive. With the movement, his right hand went down more and more. Reaching into his pocket, he found a thin piece of paper.After his beating heart skipped a beat, he took out the things in his pockets, picked up the newspapers scattered on the floor, and spread them on the table together.

It was a copy of a receipt with the stamp from Amber.

That's why he went to that place today. He really didn't have enough money, but he still saved some of it and gave it to the proprietress first, hoping that she would keep the pair of cufflinks and make up the balance when he was paid next time.He still wants to buy the pair of cufflinks, as long as he sees the pair of clear amber, he can recall Gao Xinye's shining eyes illuminating his world——

He thought of Ono.

Ono, who had disappeared for almost half a month.

Also Kiss Ono.

Ono into his body.

Hugs his Ono.

Tears dripped down on Ono's wrist.

Ask him to take care of his Ono.

Ono asked him to wait for his return.

Ono, he read that name over and over again, Gao Xinye.

He took out his mobile phone, the time displayed on the screen was obviously not suitable for calling, and he couldn't say a word in his current state.

So he sent a message, without any expectation of getting a reply, he wrote: Ono.

Ono, Ono... He wrote tirelessly over and over again, and he received a reply from the other party.At this moment when so many people are sleeping soundly, Gao Xinye returns: Cheng Qi.

Jian Chengqi gasped for breath, he couldn't restrain himself anymore, he dragged his phone and cried loudly.His entire field of vision was blurred, and he didn't know when he pressed the send button. When he rubbed his eyes and finally managed to see clearly, he saw Gao Xinye send a sentence: I miss you too.

"It's inconvenient to contact now, but I'll be back soon," he answered another message, "I keep my word."

Jian Chengqi looked at those two lines and smiled hard.The corners of his mouth twitched violently, he could imagine how weird his expression was now, but he still smiled.

He replied: I also take good care of myself and my treasures.

His eyes suddenly hurt, it was the discomfort from crying for a long time and being stimulated by the light.

He raised his head with difficulty, squinted his eyes, and looked at the vent that wasn't a window.Light leaked in from that place, sending the fragrance of dew on the tip of the grass into the basement.

He bowed his head again, and his sheep curled up at their feet, fast asleep.He was also swept away by sleepiness, lying on the table as if his energy and effort had been drained, his arms pressing down on the few manuscripts.He also kept his word, no one died in the night that had been driven away by light and heat, and Jian Chengqi and Song Qu in his works survived together to welcome the real dawn of the next day.