Pretend to die

At six o'clock, Su Zheng couldn't sit still anymore. He quickly washed and dressed, took his card bag and keys to go out,...where?God knows where, but I can't stay here anymore.

He pushed open the door in a panic, only to find that Fu Bingying was sitting decadently on the edge of the elevator door, slowly looking up at him.

"Where do you want to go?"

Fu Bingying asked sadly: "Do you want to go back on your word?"

Take a breath.Su Zheng was holding the doorknob tightly. He quickly thought of several effective excuses, but he couldn't utter any of them.

I can only retort palely: "I don't regret it. Really."

Fu Bingying didn't dare to believe him anymore, and nodded indiscriminately. The blue stubble on his chin was very eye-catching on his pale face, and he didn't look at all like a groom who was going to get married today.

"Okay." He slowly got up from the ground, his feet numb.

Seeing him limping, Su Zheng stretched out his hand to help him. Fu Bingying didn't dodge or accept him, and entered Su Zheng's house as if he didn't see it.

He lay down on the sofa slowly without taking off his shoes, which was not his style at all.Then he said to Su Zheng: "Wake me up at 07:30."

It is now 27:07, and there is one hour until 30:[-].

Fu Bingying didn't care whether he agreed or not, and didn't care whether he wanted to go out or not, and fell asleep on his own.Su Zheng was flustered, and his whole heart was worried about Fu Bingying's state.At this time, he didn't leave either, and knelt on the carpet obediently, by Fu Bingying's side, for fear that something was wrong with him and he would do something irreparable.

Fu Bingying felt his temperature, opened his eyes wearily, and said, "Come here."

Su Zheng obediently lay in his arms and let him hold him.

Soon, Fu Bingying fell asleep again, and Su Zheng listened to his heartbeat and counted the time silently.He didn't know how many times he counted from 1000 to 28, and he didn't remember how many times he forgot to count after counting.In the end, Fu Bingying woke up first, pushed him, and looked at the time, it was [-]:[-].

Exactly one hour.

After Fu Bingying woke up, he became very busy. He took out his mobile phone and started sending WeChat messages to many people, as if he completely ignored Su Zheng, making the latter restless.

"What's wrong with you?" He thought for a while, and then changed to a more domestic topic: "Are you hungry? Shall I make you something to eat?"

"No need." Just as Fu Bingying finished speaking, a phone call came over. He hurriedly waved to Su Zheng, motioning him not to speak.

Then Su Zheng heard him say:

"Cancelled, it's true, the wedding has been cancelled."

Before Su Zheng could react, he hung up the phone, and before he could figure out how to speak, he quickly seized the opportunity.

"The wedding is cancelled, don't run away, I know you may never really love me..." He shook his head when he said this, as if he couldn't go on, he wanted to use actions instead: ". ...that's okay. I can take it all."

"Because I...I, really—"

Su Zheng rushed forward and covered his mouth.He felt a burst of heat in his body, and an unusual palpitation was swaying in his body. He was so afraid that this was a sign of "survival", that he gave up explaining to Fu Bingying, and just kept yelling:

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

Fu Bingying became even more desperate, with a sense of self-torture in his despair, and he just wanted to say it out loud, he wanted to force Su Zheng to face his feelings directly.

Even if he doesn't love me, Fu Bingying thought fiercely, I will make him feel guilty!

Every time he uttered a syllable, Su Zheng pressed harder, until he was at the dining table, and finally couldn't help shouting: "I beg you! Stop talking! Please!"

Where is this begging me?This is clearly a knife stabbed in my heart.

But his mouth was covered and he couldn't speak, so he could only show it to Su Zheng.

The fruit knife on the dining table was not big, and the orange juice was still sticking to it. Fu Bingying stabbed it into his heart with it. Su Zheng screamed, and tears suddenly burst down his face.

He was stunned, his hands trembling around the handle of the knife, not daring to touch it, for fear of accidentally killing Fu Bingying.

"Ah... ah..."

He couldn't make any other sounds except for the unambiguous modal particles. Tears flowed into his mouth along the lines of his skin, burning the base of his tongue sorely, as if the knife had been pierced in his heart. The pain at this moment is far better than the pain when he died before.

"...I," Fu Bingying held his hand with difficulty, although he was almost out of breath from the pain, but he was very happy in his heart.Seeing Su Zheng's painful appearance, he knew how much he loved himself.

He loves me, he just doesn't admit it, and he doesn't allow me to admit it.

"I... huh..."

Su Zheng gritted his teeth, as if he regained the ability to speak instantly.

"Don't say it! Don't say it, do you understand? I don't allow you to love me!" He burst into tears as he spoke: "Don't love me anymore, please... If you continue like this, I'll never see you again..."

He wiped away his tears with bloody hands, Fu Bingying wanted to kiss him, but couldn't move.

His body was getting colder and colder, and his consciousness was getting heavier and heavier.It turns out that death is like this, he thought of a word - "life force passing away", and thought it was very appropriate, he is like this now.

The outline of Su Zheng in front of him became more and more blurred, only his sense of hearing still had some strength to spare.

This extra effort helped him capture the doubts of this killing game.