Desperate

This winter came unexpectedly.

Cen Lu is not qualified to change into thick clothes. At this moment, he is wearing a ginger yellow army coat that does not belong to him over his thin prison clothes. He wears ridiculous cotton earmuffs on his ears. The young man looks at Zhou Pushen seriously. After completing the questions, I corrected them one by one with a red pen that was almost out of oil.

After a while, he looked up at Zhou Pushen who was taking out the peas from the egg fried rice for him one by one. Half a year later, when Cen Lu was not paying attention, the boy's stature had surpassed him unconsciously. .

Cen Lu flat-mouthed, his own height has not grown at all.

He slapped the test paper in his hand on the railing: "Not bad."

The black-eyed and black-haired boy has matured a lot. Not only has his stature grown wildly like a willow branch, but the smiling face with red lips and white teeth has also elongated unconsciously. Straight, when he grows up, he looks like a face full of masculinity.

Facing Cen Lu's boring provocation at this moment, Zhou Pushen was not in a hurry anymore, just took the crumpled piece of paper from his hand with a slight smile: "Is there anything else that needs to be improved?"

"Not at all." Cen Lu played with the red pen in his hand depressedly. He was telling the truth. He wrote the questions in the test paper. Cen Lu deliberately made things difficult for him. There were several questions that Zhou Pushen should have never asked. I haven't seen it before, but the young man still does it beautifully. Rao Cen Lu stared at the proof process with wide-eyed eyes and couldn't find any omissions.

"It's my brother who taught me well." Zhou Pushen remained expressionless, and gave him a lunch box, "Try it, the sweet and sour pork ribs inside are made by me."

Cen Lu took it over happily. Zhou Pushen didn't know where he learned the skill. He often went into the kitchen to make a small stove for him after getting close to the cooking team. At first, Cen Lu doubted his level, but after a while, the man's cook But his art is so advanced that even a son like Cen Lu is beyond reproach.

While Cen Lu was grilling the rice, Zhou Pushen sat across from him and watched him eat tenderly, which made Cen Lu gradually creep up.

Something is wrong with this guy, he thought to himself.

Zhou Pushen was not indifferent to his unusual intimacy with Cen Lu. Although he was his prison guard, he had to watch Cen Lu finish his three meals a day when he got up and went to sleep. You have to take care of it too.

The homework given to him every day is always meticulously completed, and even if he meets someone who doesn’t know how to do it, he still has to pester Cen Lu to explain it. In fact, as Zhou Pushen’s only teacher, Cen Lu knows very well that Zhou Pushen’s level is almost improving by leaps and bounds, and there is no need to ask some questions he.

But every time he sees those big innocent eyes blinking, Cen Lu forgets what he said when he reprimanded him.

But the more this child regarded him as a relative, the more disturbed Cen Lu felt.

He glanced at the pillow, and there was a secret letter from the technical department under it.

Zhou Pushen was not the only informant of Cen Lu. Through the news passed in from the outside, he analyzed that now that the Senate is declining and the Queen and the cabinet are back in power, it is only a matter of time before he wants to go out.

However, the Ministry of Technology, which only accepts accusations from the cabinet, made a request to him——

If you want to go out, you must participate in the "Nirvana" plan organized by the country to select outstanding talents. The letter is written in a mysterious way, and the content of "Nirvana" itself is secretive. The importance, and emphasis, is that only young people under the age of 24 can participate.

Cen Lu didn't really trust some of the things described in it, but if he agreed to participate, the technical department promised to get him out before the end of the year.

By the way, he also promised that he could make an additional request.

Cen Lu accepted Zhou Pu's deep and earnest gaze abruptly, and he ate his meal like chewing wax.He sighed and put down his chopsticks: "I'm full."

He was thinking about how to kill Zhou Pushen's dangerous little thoughts in the cradle.

"Eat... Are you full?" Zhou Pu took a deep look at the lunch box, and Cen Lu only picked up two bites of fried rice with eggs without peas, and the spare ribs he made were left untouched.

The boy became sad and looked at him wronged, but he didn't complain about him.

Cen Lu didn't dare to look him in the eye: "Okay, take it away." He turned his back and faced Zhou Pushen with a refusing back.

The boy packed the lunch box in silence, and walked obediently to the door.

Cen Lu's cool and warm voice sounded behind him:

"Zhou Pushen, have you ever thought about what you plan to do after I'm gone?"

Zhou Pushen's fingers rested on the doorknob, and the other hand holding the lunch box trembled slightly, and the bamboo chopsticks in it made a light clashing sound.

Why does it have to be after you're gone?

Why can't it be "What are we going to do together after we're gone?"

Zhou Pu deeply suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and closed the door behind him.

Zhou Pushen felt that Cen Lu's attitude towards him was gradually turning cold.

Every time he went to class, he never said anything that was not necessary, and he stopped praising him for correcting his papers and homework. At most, he just said lightly: "I have mastered it well, so I don't need to use it tomorrow."

Zhou Pushen didn't dare to do too well, but he deliberately acted as if he had regressed so that he couldn't escape Cen Lu's eyes. After being spotted once, the two had a cold war for a week, so Zhou Pushen never dared to play these little tricks again.

Zhou Pu watched Cen Lu's expression fade day by day, he was anxious but there was nothing he could do.Zhou Pushen tossed and turned every day, he felt that if one day Cen Lu really abandoned him without any regrets, he would probably——

What can he do? Facing Cen Lu, he doesn't know what to do.

It's snowing on Kanbarren Mountain.

The prison is surrounded by mountains and is located in a low-lying valley.Snow is not as cold as melting snow. The melting snow releases icy moisture, which hovers in the humid valley for a long time and never disperses.

Zhou Pushen also began to vaguely hear rumors that the world outside Kanbarren Mountain has been turned upside down. Go to war with Bangguo again.There are many soldiers who have been imprisoned in this barren place for a long time are eager to try. According to them, it is better to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy than to suffocate in this place called Tiantian Ying, even if they are bombarded to death. A corpse is somewhat of an honor.

Zhou Pushen didn't care about these claims at all, he was not from the empire, and dying for the empire would not make him feel honored.

His whole body and mind were tied to Cen Lu, he just wanted to know if the turbulent wind and clouds outside would affect him one day.

To his surprise, Cen Lu originally told him not to come today, but in the middle of the night he asked the thin man to look for him in Zhou Pushen's dormitory, saying that he wanted to eat ribs.

Zhou Pushen ignored the strange eyes of others, and directly put on a military overcoat without even having time to put on his socks, and rushed out with his head sullen. There was still light snow floating outside, which wet his hair, but Zhou Pushen didn't feel cold at all. .

He ran into the kitchen, but found that there was no fire at all in the cold pot and stove in the middle of the night, so Zhou Pushen started looking for firewood all over the world again, the young man's brows and lips curved like crescent moons, he was very busy.

The firewood in the kitchen was damp and couldn't be lighted. Zhou Pushen thought for a while and thought that there might still be chopped firewood in the storeroom, so he trotted to the storeroom.

But when I walked halfway, I found something was wrong.

In the middle of the night, the entire Jianbarshan Prison should be dark and deserted, but Prison No. [-], which is closed on Cen Road, is brightly lit, and there are two or three armored vehicles parked in front of the gate. On the contrary, it looks like a munitions transporter.

It was only at this time that Zhou Pushen felt the cold air coming from his bare feet, and the cold air slowly climbed up his calves, thighs, lower abdomen, and chest, and it seemed that it was about to freeze his heart.

He ran towards No. [-] prison without hesitation, and sprinkled the firewood he picked up just now along with the eager footsteps of the young man. Zhou Pushen ran like crazy, his coat was rattling by the cold winter wind.

He should have thought of it earlier, why didn't he think of it.

Cen Lu is so cunning, cold, and hates troublesome people, how could he be distracted to say goodbye to such an insignificant ant like himself.

Seeing him coming out of breath, the thin man didn't stop him, he just said that he was still inside, and Mr. Cen said that if the child found this place, let him in.

Zhou Pushen didn't speak, his two long legs were facing the door stiffly together, as if he didn't know how to take the next step.

The light of the armored vehicle outside was too glaring, and under the bright white light, the thin man looked less unkind than usual. He patted Zhou Pushen on the shoulder: "Young Master Cen is the moon in the sky, not something people like us can imagine."

In a bright cell, Cen Lu was no longer behind the railing, he was changing clothes with his back to the door.The hand buttoning his shirt paused when he heard the sound, he turned around and looked at Zhou Pushen calmly: "Here we come."

The declarative sentence seems to have been expected.

Zhou Pu held back his words deeply, but now seeing himself, he seemed unable to say a word. The automatic door slowly closed behind the two, leaving them a room of silence.

Zhou Pu looked deeply at Cen Lu, who was changing from shotgun to cannon. His elder brother was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his slender fingers resting on the second button under the collar, and his shiny black leather shoes were spotless.He didn't know when he had his hair cut. The messy hair was now fixed with hairspray, and the forehead hair seemed to hang down randomly, exuding a noble and elite atmosphere.

This style is like going to meet the cabinet minister.

Zhou Pushen suddenly seemed to have a big spring and autumn dream. The young man he knew who was angry and acted like a baby was just a fantasy, and the aristocratic man in front of him was the real Cen Lu. Did not see him clearly.

Zhou Pushen couldn't tell what kind of mentality he was in. He took two steps forward, as if to humiliate himself: "Brother, come with me."

Cen Lu stopped buttoning his buttons.To Zhou Pushen's surprise, there was no contempt or surprise in his eyes when he looked at him. On the contrary, he asked him the question again: "Zhou Pushen, what are you going to do after I leave?"

The boy still didn't know the answer to this question. He lowered his head and asked Cen Lu: "What about you? What do you want to do after you leave here?"

"Me?" Cen Lu was stunned for a moment, then smiled, Zhou Pushen had never seen such a firm and gentle smile: "I don't have any ideals, but I just want a pen, an interesting question, a house, a It’s just a confidant. It would be even better if I could dedicate this insignificant talent to my country.”

Zhou Pu's deep eye circles were red.

Never before had he found out so clearly, so desperately, that he couldn't keep him.

His heart is so small that it can only accommodate one person's figure, but the person he puts in his heart has too big a heart.

Cen Lu frowned and looked at Zhou Pushen, as if he was afraid that he would cry on the spot.

In fact, if Zhou Pushen was really such a person, even if he was rolling on the ground, grabbing him by the hem of his clothes to prevent him from leaving, Cen Lu would feel more at ease.

If he makes a fuss and makes tears and blood dripping from his face, he will forget about himself one day.

Because people are tired.

"Zhou Pushen, from now on..."

"I'm waiting for you."

Zhou Pu bowed his head and thought for a moment, then said loudly, "I'll wait for you."

He can't keep him, but he can follow him, forever and ever.

Cen Lu froze, rubbing the edge of his shirt with both hands.He was a little uncomfortable with the emotion behind this sentence: "You are a child, what do you wait for me."

"You asked me what your plan is after you leave," the young man with black eyes and black hair, his white porcelain face almost innocent under the headlights, "I plan to wait for you. If you don't come back, I will go find you."

Until I am old, until I die, until the day I find you.

He took a step closer, and Cen Lu took a step back. At some point, this young man's figure could already wrap Cen Lu completely.

"Nonsense!" Cen Lu became angry. For the first time, he raised his hand at the boy he had taught, and saw that a slap was about to slap him on the cheek. looking at him.

Cen Lu lowered his hands, he felt that Zhou Pushen had gone mad, and he had nothing to say to the madman.He lifted his foot and wanted to go.

But Zhou Pushen grabbed his hand to prevent him from leaving, one long leg was slightly bent, Cen Lu was dumbfounded, and when the young man knelt down on one knee towards him, Cen Lu showed a panicked expression for the first time tonight ——

"Xiao Shen, please don't do this." Cen Lu was completely frightened by the child's persistence, "You can't do this to others casually."

Zhou Pu gazed at him with deep attachment, from the neat black hair, to the eyebrows, to the tip of the nose, to the bright red lips.He resolutely replied: "I can do it to whomever I want." He paused, but didn't say all the words in his heart, "In my heart, you deserve this gift more than anyone else."

"Fool," Cen Lu's eyes became hot, he thought, after all these years of embarrassment, it's rare for someone to put him in his heart, so why should he push him further and further away.

Cen Lu clearly realized that the self-control that had been maintained all night was crumbling under Zhou Pu's shocking persistence.

He knew it was wrong.

But he couldn't help himself.

If he still has the luck to meet him again, he must recognize Zhou Pushen as soon as possible, and don't make him wait too long.

Cen Lu was gently freed from the hand he was holding, and moved to the top of Zhou Pushen's head.

Zhou Pu closed his eyes deeply.

But the hand didn't fall in the end, only Cen Lu's rare gentle voice echoed in his ears:

"Then, when you see me next time, please do this to me again, it's agreed."

When Zhou Pushen opened his eyes again, the room was already empty.

"Okay, definitely." Zhou Pu replied in a murmur, but he didn't know if the person heard it.

The author says:

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