dramatic death

An Qi seldom falls into deep sleep.

He was always sober, sober and calm. The death of his mother made him used to being awakened by nightmares, and the three o'clock clock always reminded him of that terrible school violence.

He had been discounted countless times at this time.

Those sharp pains were like gangrene, torturing his weak nerves day after day, drilling into his bone marrow and crawling into his heart, laughing and leaving a brand of pain.

They shouted: "You deserve it!" and coaxed: "This is retribution!" They grabbed An Qi by the collar and forced him to look up at his bloody fingers, stepped on his hand, and asked him.

"Does it hurt?"

pain.

But neither the perpetrator nor the abused once mentioned "apology", as if these two simple sounds are not important at all, what is important is the process of "hurt".

It was as if he could still answer Dong Tiantian's questions, and Dong Tiantian could still laugh and mock his behavior.They kept silent about each other's injuries, as if his five-day nightmare was enough to replace the pen marks on Dong Tiantian's back.

"Apologizing" means nothing at all in this school.

An Qi moved his fingers unconsciously, lowered his head and slowly combed the broken hair in front of Yintong's forehead, as if he could ignore the dull pain from the joints and attribute those indelible memories to illusions.

He looked at the young man in his arms, seeing the dim light enveloping his immature eyebrows and eyes, as if he had returned to countless late nights three years ago.

His Tongtong is his best medicine. It used to be, it is now, and it will not change in the future.

An Qi raised his index finger and middle finger together, and lightly pressed against the cool lips of the boy in his arms.He curved his smoky eyes into a slight smile, like a cunning child getting a sweet kiss.

He will not expect more things anymore, but what already belongs to him, no one can take it away.

His goal has always been clear, since that morning three years ago, when he met that girl in the square in front of the school hospital, he knew what he should do.

……

It was a cold morning.

An extremely tense mental state can always increase the burden on the human body to some extent.An Qi stood hundreds of steps away from the school hospital, feeling like he was sweating all over his body.

He panted tremblingly, trying to slow his breathing down.However, the pain that almost suffocated his heart beat made his hands and feet cold, and the chill climbed up his spine and up his neck, as if a trap had bitten his vertebrae tightly.

He watched the thin figure look up in his direction.

Under the girl's thick bangs were a pair of dark eyes, her pale face was like a newly painted wall, with a strange dead air.

She stood in the open space in front of the school hospital, her red and black thin lips were tightly pressed, pulling the corners of her lips, showing a strange and bright smile.

Like a playground clown.

An Qi didn't know what the other party was laughing at, or who the other party was.However, the familiar sight seemed to bring him back to that biting night in an instant. The black sky, white moon and cold wind were howling, and the girl's sweet laughter passed through the hunting wind and clearly poured into his mind.

It seemed that he was still standing on the rooftop at midnight, the wind was blowing all over the sky, and the fine grass leaves were covered with the girl's wheelchair parked under the moonlight.

A voice said softly: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

why me?

An Qi's mind was in a mess, these familiar words were like a pair of rusty scissors, cutting his viscous thoughts into a mess.

Why am I the one going through all this?

He suddenly couldn't tell the truth from the false, and even subconsciously doubted whether his "clues that he had understood" were correct.The status quo shattered the "stable life" in the instructor's mouth, telling him that there is a possibility of worse.He was still standing in the valley, doubts growing like weeds.

The girl's face gradually overlapped with Tan Xiao's, and they pulled the corners of their mouths, looking a little ecstatic.

Is she Tan Xiao?

Am I hallucinating again?

An Qi couldn't figure it out at all, if the girl at the gate of the school hospital not far away was Tan Xiao, what did she do to get herself out of the hell of death?

Her head had been smashed, her limbs were twisted like a marionette, she couldn't even stand up, so how could she appear in front of him again.

She should be dead.An Qi thought, that evening I watched her jump from the rooftop with my own eyes.

Her head hit the stone platform of the flower bed, leaving a deep pit, and the dirty blood seeped into the broken branches and leaves in the flower bed, submerging a piece of smelly soil.

Tan Xiao is dead, she can't come back to life.

But if this girl is not Tan Xiao, who is she?

A hand patted An Qi's shoulder out of thin air, like a cooling agent, which made him shiver from the cold.The cold wind of early winter whizzed into his ears, and the sound of his messy breathing knocked his thoughts into chaos. An Qi suddenly looked at the uninvited guest behind him, his breathing was still messy, and he looked in a panic.

He was photographed by a young man in a hoodie and chicken-nest head, yawning as if waking from a dream.

He should be a student.

"Why are you here?" Ji Wotou reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Skipping classes is not a good habit, who is your substitute teacher? I want to make a small report with him and ask him to pass your year-end assessment."

An Qi was taken aback by his actions.He didn't forget on purpose, it was because the guy in front of him was too strange, and he didn't have time to react as he should.

He couldn't guess the identity of the other party, he couldn't guess the purpose of the other party. It is reasonable to say that there are not many people in the school who are of the same age as this person, and those who look so distinctive are even rarer.But An Qi had been in school for more than half the semester, and she didn't have the slightest impression of this guy, as if he was a guest during the whole semester, and he just got the script today, and he made an impromptu appearance in a friendly role.

An Qi was held by his shoulders and dragged a few steps towards the dormitory area. Just as he was about to ask something, he saw the other party lower his head and blinked with a smile.

The corners of his lips were hooked, and his voice was full of admiration, but the content of his words was not so joyful, and a bit of sarcasm was forcefully suppressed.

He said: "Wow, kid, your dad didn't teach you not to run around, and you don't look at the people at the hospital gate. A carelessness can knock you out."

An Qi was staggered a few steps by him, and when he turned around, he could still see the huge floating vehicle parked in the open space at the entrance of the school hospital.

There were a few people in uniform standing outside the iron gate of the hospital, their backs were straight and their eyes were piercing, as if they could kill the intruder on the spot at any time.

"That's 'Goose'," Ji Wotou said, "a department under the Academy of Sciences, responsible for wiping the buttocks of those radicals in the academy. I like children with thin skin and tender meat like you the most. Every bite is crunchy."

An Qi opened his hand on his shoulder: "Who are you?"

Jiwotou looked at him and smiled, with two dimples hanging from the corners of his raised mouth, showing a bit of childishness for no reason.He doesn't look old, and he still has a baby face on closer inspection, but the whole person's temperament is quite decadent, as if he can sleep forever if he hugs a pillow.

He put his hand on An Qi's shoulder again, and led him to the teaching building with a playful smile, while stepping on the crunching fallen leaves on the ground, he hummed a little tune that was out of tune.

He said: "I am the housekeeper, the nanny, and the young master's first-class stormtrooper. If you run once, I will arrest you once. If you run twice, I will arrest you twice. If you run three times, I will nail you to the ground." .”

"What do you mean?" An Qi was staggered a few steps by him, with a look of bewilderment on his face, looking like a frightened little pitiful.

He realized that he had left the scope of the dormitory building and stepped on the main road leading to the teaching building. At the end of this road was the classroom where they usually had classes, and this meeting should be preparing for recess.

The playground on both sides of the main road was empty, and the diamond-shaped barbed wire circled the dead branches with no leaves, which brought out a bit of depression for no reason.An Qi stepped on the scattered yellow leaves on the ground, listening to the "creak" sound of the friction between the soles of the shoes and the leaf debris, Jiwotou was still humming, with twists and turns in his tone, it sounded like he had encountered something once in a lifetime.

Is he happy?An Qi thought, what is he happy about?

His questions were quickly answered.

At the end of the main road, there are square flower beds sleeping. They are the "weapons" that killed Tan Xiao, and they are also the destination of An Qi's trip.

There stood a quiet boy.

The long distance blurred the appearance of things, and An Qi couldn't see the expression of the other party clearly, but judged by intuition that it was his instructor.The other party seemed to be waiting for him here specially, and had been standing for a long time. He saw that the other party was holding something withered and yellow leaves, and a pile of messy debris under his feet.

He couldn't remember the expression on the instructor's face when he left the dormitory in the morning. Maybe the other party had already guessed his plan to be obedient, and maybe his behavior at the moment was also expected by the other party.

Am I a chess piece?

An Qi wondered, am I always played by you in the palm of your hand?

He threw away the hand that was hanging around his neck by the chicken coop head, and stepped on the dead leaves towards the young man by the flower bed.The blood left by Tan Xiao disappeared overnight, maybe only the broken branches and leaves in the flower bed, I still remember the life of a young girl flowing here.

He saw the instructor raised his head, facing the sun with a sweet smile.He thought of the other party's countless unspeakable apologies, the "sorry" buried deep in his throat, and struggled to pull out a stiff smile.

At that moment, An Qi was suddenly grabbed by his sleeve.

Jiwotou behind him seemed to have a short laugh, and he said: "Master An really believes him? Are you not afraid that he will plot to take your dog's life?"

An Qi didn't look back.

He looked at the instructor not far away, his voice barely trembling. He had never thought about this question, but at this moment he felt that the answer he said was so natural.

He threw off his sleeves, took a few steps forward, and ran quickly.He almost galloped into the instructor's embrace, bumping into the young man who staggered half a step back and laughed muffled.

He said, "I miss you so much."

You are my morning sun, my clear dew, and the whole meaning of my existence here.

I'm at your disposal, so you can only belong to me.

Every inch is mine.

The author has something to say

I have been reluctant to write An Qi's perspective before, because I was afraid that you would hit me 23333333

Ann's paranoia is far greater than that of Christie, this guy is basically chaotic and evil, and has no reason at all.

If I write too much, I am afraid that the children will scold me 233333333