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For a moment, Wen Yu's mind was completely blank.

He took a turn in the way he had prepared, and at least he was back on track, and his words didn't match up, and he didn't have the expected beautiful words and sentences.Talking nonsense, in exchange for Shi Can's resistant response.

Was it the stress reaction just now?

It was completely reasonable for Wen Yu to think so, he stepped back patiently, glanced at the bouquet of flowers on the table from the corner of his eye - their petals rolled off a lot, but at first they were pure white, although what he wanted to say Changed the collocation of words and sentences, but not because of a sudden whim after witnessing Shi Can's most depressing day.

"I didn't..." Wen Yu said with difficulty, the toughness he had faced with the debt collectors just now was gone, revealing his soft inside, "Then let's not mention this, are you better?"

Cui Shican didn't answer.

He threw the cigarette aside and didn't finish smoking. Holding the window frame with his palm, Shi Can somehow stood up.The wound on his forehead hadn't completely healed, and it was affected by some action, and a dazzling red mark dripped down.

The T-shirt was wrinkled, and the fresh short hair that had just been cut the last time we met was also messed up by blood and dust. Cui Shican covered the wound with his hand, and limped into the living room to find the medicine box.He hid on the balcony for too long, seeing the tragic situation in the living room, his shoulders trembled a little, and after searching for a long time, he couldn't find what he wanted, so he kicked hard at the washbasin that was broken in half.

There was a crisp sound when it hit the cabinet door, and Wen Yu had a panoramic view.

For the first time, he found that words were so powerless, Shi Can was right in front of him, but he couldn't do anything.

Wen Yu walked over: "Shi Can, I..."

"Get out." Cui Shican said, his voice was very hoarse, he stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the tap and took a drink.

"Where are you injured? Do you want to go to the hospital for treatment? I drove—"

"I said, get out!" Cui Shican raised a face covered with water and blood, and looked at him coldly in the mirror, "Don't you understand human language, young master!"

Wen Yu was completely stunned as if his whole body was electrified.

For a moment, he even seemed to be in the void, unable to step on the entity, bit the tip of his tongue, and finally regained a sense of reality, and asked in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Cui Shican pushed him away, walked from the bathroom to the living room, looked around the messy room, pulled a piece of paper to hold the wound, and didn't intend to talk to him anymore.The door was open, Shi Can went out, picked up the stools and ashtrays piled by the door, piled them in the entrance, and went down a few more steps to get the medicine box.

He pretends to be warm and does not exist.

When Shi Can was gone from sight, Wen Yu realized that he was shaking all over.

He didn't show a trace of cowardice when the group of debt collectors stood in front of him.Touching Shi Can's eyes looking over from the mirror, Wen Yu realized later that there was no light in it, no trace of softness, only anger, unwillingness and hatred——

Why did Shi Can look at him like this?

Wen Yu couldn't figure it out.

The door was wide open, Cui Shican came back with the medicine box, and sat down on the edge of the TV cabinet, regardless of the mess around him, skillfully applied medicine to stop the bleeding.

There was still a person breathing in the room. Cui Shican held the gauze and pressed his head. He didn't want to talk anymore, but he heard Wen Yu walking in front of him, his footsteps were soft, and his voice was also soft: "Why do you hate me?"

Cui Shican didn't bother to answer, he was even a little amused by Wen Yu's silly question.

"I thought..." Wen Yu couldn't continue.

In the summer of the year when he was 17, he and Shi Can went sideways at an inappropriate date.But in the past five years, Wen Yu found out helplessly that he hadn't made any progress at all.

Later, he wondered countless times, if he had changed the time, one day earlier, one day later, hadn't seen this, hadn't faced Shi Can's pain directly, would the result have been different?

But then he figured it out.

There is no if, and Shi Can's answer has nothing to do with the date.

"...No matter what you think, I'm not a person who gives up halfway. I must say what I have to say." Wen Yu took a deep breath and forcibly ignored the stagnant embarrassment in the air, "I came today... I didn't mean to embarrass you, I What I just said is true..."

"What really?" Cui Shican raised his head and suddenly smiled, "You like me? What do you like about me?"

With a completely guarded attitude, Wen Yu didn't want to answer, so don't overdo it.

Shi Can's smile didn't reach his eyes, and he was as cold as frost: "Can't answer? Get lost."

Wen Yu was almost annoyed by this sentence: "You don't understand at all! I like you not just for your sake, do you have to tell me a reason? I have always been sincere—"

"That was in the past." Shi Can cruelly interrupted his long speech, "No one will wait in place, everyone will change."

Wen Yu: "..."

Cui Shican stared at him, and said for a while, "Don't look back, Wen Yu, do you understand?"

The words seemed to mean something, Wen Yu bit the inside of his lower lip, his eyes were red: "I didn't look back, what I saw was you now. Only you would ask for an explanation..."

"You lied." Shi Can took it easy, "You pinch your fingers when you lie."

Wen Yu was speechless, and every sentence of the young man sitting by the TV cabinet seemed to be Ling Chi's so-called sincerity: "You said 'from the past', didn't you? Would you like to hear what I think? From the past to the present , you are the least qualified to say that you like it, because it used to be sympathy, but now it is pity, isn't it?"

Wen Yu denied: "I didn't pity you, why don't you believe—"

"It's all about success and fame. When I meet me by chance, I think of the past. Whether it's going around or trying to please me, I think you enjoy it. You think it's very fun and interesting, including paying back my money. Do you want to see it? I am grateful to Dade, and I will be with you and fulfill your request, right?" Cui Shican sneered, stood up, walked with a limp, approached him, and looked down from above, "If you want to save the young man who has lost his footing, then you Wrong place."

Wen Yu: "...can you listen to me?"

"I can't." Shi Can flatly refused, and a fire burned all his rationality, and he even said indiscriminately, "What I want, what I want to do, is none of your business! Do you have to find a sense of existence in me? Why are you so cheap, Wen Yu—"

Snapped!

The sound is crisp.

The burning pain on the face affected the wounds in the mouth and nasal cavity, and the mouth was filled with the smell of rust in an instant, and when the throat moved, I felt sticky blood clogged up and down in the throat.

Cui Shican turned his head to one side, and actually laughed out loud as if feeling amused, and turned to look at Wen Yu, who didn't have the gaffe he imagined.

There was no anger, collapse, or trembling, not even a trace of being irritated.

"Oh," Shi Can wiped the corner of his mouth, "The Eldest Young Master can't stand being called cheap."

"It's not this." Wen Yu said, his eyes moved slightly, he looked away, and kicked the garbage around him, so calm that Shi Can looked flustered, "I said, once again, 'it's none of your business', I'll whip you."

Without responding to his words, Shi Can spat blood to the side, and poked his shoulder hard with her fingers.

"Put away your childish liking, I don't need it."

He chased Wen Yu away, and there was a loud sound when the door was closed.

The bottom of the building could be seen from the small balcony, and Cui Shican stood there, watching Wen Yu's back in silence.He walked quickly, but there was no sign of panic, and without looking back, he turned all the way out of the community to drive his car.

It wasn't until Wen Yu's figure was completely out of sight that Cui Shican slowly squatted down against the wall.

He touched his pocket, took out the cigarette case but found that the last one had just been thrown away, cursed in a low voice, and had no choice but to give up.Squatting in a corner will make him think about many things. This is a habit that Shi Can has developed since some time ago. Sunrise and sunset, just on the small balcony, a person's world is very closed.

He seemed to be covered in a glass cover, and he could feel everything that happened, but he couldn't get out, couldn't open it, and if he hit it harder, his head would bleed.

Cui Shican squatted for a while, and then stood up staggeringly when his feet became numb.

The house was in a mess, and he didn't know how to explain to the landlord. Cui Shican sighed, enduring the pain in his vest and lower abdomen, and went into the bathroom again, and lifted his clothes in front of the mirror.

The mirror reflected his bruises, scars, and a young but hopeless face.

After Cui Shican treated the wound, he called Shang Qiu and told him that he might not be able to go to duty on time tomorrow because he was sick.But when Shang Qiu asked him what his illness was, he faltered and dared not tell the truth.Fortunately, Shang Qiu usually didn't ask too many questions, told him to take care of himself, and when he hung up the phone, Shi Can was relieved.

The mess in the living room needed to be tidied up, and Cui Shican began to tidy things up slowly.

Some have to be thrown away, and the ones that can be used are the best to be reused. The furniture damaged by the landlord has to be repaired or bought again.Cui Shican swept away the shards and glass shards, and when they were dumped into the trash can, there was a sound of shattering.

He turned his head, and suddenly saw a bouquet of flowers placed on a cabinet that was out of place with the surroundings.

The little white flowers of Xueliu had almost fallen, and bellflowers and poppies were no longer fresh in the morning. They were like beauties who had lost their souls but still had beautiful skins, standing in the ruins, silent and silent.

The gentle fragrance in the air was only pungent at the moment, and Cui Shican was suddenly agitated.He picked up the bouquet of flowers, walked quickly to the balcony, and threw it downstairs without a moment's hesitation.

"Which idiot threw something, he was going to die—"

Cui Shican even laughed when the scream of the woman downstairs was heard.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the paint marks on his fingertips. He rubbed it vigorously, but the color did not fade in the slightest.

Compared with the hardest hit area of ​​the living room, the bedroom is slightly better.There was a hole in the door panel, the desk was overturned, and all the things on it were thrown to the ground. His desk lamp was tilted to one side, the light was weak, and it should almost be useless.

Cui Shican frowned at the confetti all over the place, flustered for no reason.

He squatted down to pick up the exercise book, and looked for his little note among the English words, but there was nothing from the first page to the last page.Cui Shican stood up, looked around helplessly, picked up a small piece of paper on the corner of the table, and saw that the handwriting on it, which was familiar with every stroke by heart, was now incomplete.

Shi Can's legs suddenly became weak, he was already injured, but now he almost couldn't stand up, and knelt directly on the ground.

The window in the bedroom is small and there is no ventilation. At this time, it is hot like a steamer.Facing a beam of faint light, he wiped the sweat from his brow, knelt down and touched the fragments of the notes.

Individual characters, words that have lost their meaning, are stored in my hands but can no longer be spelled together.

Cui Shican knelt without moving, staring straight at the scraps of paper. After a long time, a drop of shiny water fell on the gray floor. He was taken aback and instinctively covered his eyes.

It wasn't tears, but sweat dripping down the tip of his nose.

Cui Shican actually breathed a sigh of relief, and cried out for not being ashamed this time.He sat instead, the back of his old T-shirt was soaked with sweat, and he didn't even think to turn on the electric fan in the airtight room.

The losses caused by this group of people today cannot be compensated by them. Cui Shican leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling, thinking that he would have to work part-time in bars for a few more months to make money.

Being an apprentice in Huaidetang doesn't make much money at all. Li Huaichun, Shang Qiu, and other nurse sisters are very kind to him, but he has no education and experience. The little money they give is purely for his happiness. I can't go on and do subsistence allowances.

Although the work in the bar is tiring, men and women take advantage of it at any time. At least keep smiling and convince yourself to hide your nausea and you can get a lot of tips.His current life is not bad, it is purely maintained by this money - rent, water and electricity, and bank loans, the usury owed, money is used everywhere.

What else could he do?

Those people were right, he was a piece of shit.

Borrowing usury back then was purely desperate. Dad’s illness finally found a suitable liver source for organ transplantation. The house at home was mortgaged to the bank, and no amount of money could be paid out. Both of them shut the door for their mother and son.During that time, Shi Can was so anxious that she couldn't eat and couldn't sleep, her mouth was full of blisters.

Later, he met Sister Li at a part-time job, and the other party introduced a so-called friend to him, saying that he would help him solve his urgent needs, and immediately took out all the surgery expenses.

When he signed the loan contract, he also vaguely felt that something was wrong with the interest rate, and the available money was the most important thing.Unexpectedly, the operation was successful in the end but complications were induced, and my father did not last long.After that day, people who borrowed money came to ask for repayment, and Cui Shican, a college student, couldn't afford that much.

Can money change a lot?Only then did Cui Shican know that he could really do it.

Hundreds of thousands, in Wen Yu's eyes, were not worth mentioning at all, but it became the last straw that crushed him.

They quarreled at the funeral and went to school, forcing Cui Shican to drop out of school and go to work early. He sold the house but couldn't afford it. After discussing with Ye Xiaowen, he asked his mother to go back to the small county where his grandmother lived to stay away from the disputes.

Cui Shican only felt ashamed when he carried the usury by himself and said what a glorious moment it was.

Many things came to an abrupt end, and he could do nothing but make money and pay back the money.But the interest rate is too high. Every time he pays back a little, those lenders tell him that the interest rate has increased again, like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled.

He doesn't have time to do what he likes, he can't go out to play, his T-shirts are worn out and he is reluctant to buy new ones.

Cui Shican himself felt that he was like an ant, not worthy of anyone's gaze.

Such hellish days with no light continued until today, Shi Can originally thought he would be driven crazy, but Wen Yu paid off all the money for him with a few light words.

He should be grateful to Wen Yu, but he couldn't control his emotions.

Shi Can sat for a long time before he took out his phone. There was still a little battery left, and even when he opened WeChat, he got stuck.He typed a few words and sent it to Wen Yu: "I will return the money to you."

When night fell, Wen Yu replied to him: "It's up to you."

The author says:

I came back after watching the Women's Federation... I was so angry that I threw a knife! !Blame Russell jpg