From Body to Love

Smoking one by one is destined to be an extraordinary night.

Manyu, I avenge you. Meng Fu is going to commit suicide tonight. But why am I not happy at all? Have I stayed with such hypocritical people as Meng Fu for a long time, and even I have become hypocritical.

He deserves to die, doesn't he?

One life is worth two, but he made it.

However, people's heart is not measured by quantity after all. Guze just feels that his heart is heavy. Only smoke can anesthetize him.

After midnight, the sky began to splash with spring snow. It was like small ice crystals and the last noise in the cold winter.

He finally couldn't sink, as if the snow had disturbed his originally anesthetized heart.

Twist the cigarette in the ashtray, Guze began to walk around the room impatiently, and then suddenly lifted the ashtray to the ground, breaking the silence with a tearing sound.

Clenched his fist and leaned heavily against his lips, he told himself, Guze, Meng Fu should die, Meng Fu should die.

"Damn it..."

But he couldn't calm down. He began to smash and kick things crazily. The loud noise alerted the servants sleeping downstairs.

The servant stood downstairs at a loss. They had never seen Gu always get so angry, but they could only look timidly and dare not come forward.

……

It was originally agreed that Meng Yi would have a night off at Ye Yan's house, but it happened that Ye Yan ate Meng Yi the chocolate Guze brought last time. He liked it so much that he had to bring it to Meng Fu.

Ye yannao, however, had to take Meng Yi back. It was nearly 12 o'clock. As soon as Meng Yi entered the door, he shouted, "Meng Meng, eat chocolate."

But no one answered.

"Xiao Yi, keep your voice down. Meng Fu may be asleep."

"It's impossible. If the big brother doesn't come, Meng Meng must be reading at this time." Meng Yi said firmly.

"Big brother?"

"Well, the big brother who gave me his mobile phone looks a little fierce, but it's the chocolate he gave."

Meng Yi continues to call Meng Fu. He pushes open the door but doesn't see Meng Fu. "Where has Meng gone?"

"Maybe you're out. Go to sleep by yourself." Ye Yan urged Meng Fu, thinking that Meng Fu must have gone out with his man.

"No, I'll give Meng Meng the chocolate and go to bed." He brushed the leaves away, took his hand, took two steps and opened the bathroom door.

The blood was thick, and the person lying by the bathtub was unconscious. The water in the bathtub was cold, and the man in thin clothes was like a frozen body.

"Meng Meng, why are you sleeping here? Why is the water in the pool red?" Meng Yi gently shook Meng Fu's body and asked.

But Ye Yan, who arrived later, was surprised, "Meng Fu!!!"

Then he immediately called 120.

Meng Fu was pushed to the intensive care unit. Meng Yi standing behind was obviously afraid. He pulled Ye Yan's sleeve and asked, "brother Ye Yan, is Meng Meng ill?"

"Yes, he is ill. It doesn't matter. He will be well soon." Ye Yan'an caresses Meng Yi.

"But why does the water in the pool turn red?"

"This... Is dyed red with pigment. Xiao Yi, don't ask so many questions. Meng Meng has just had a minor illness and will be well soon. " Ye Yan had to answer so.

Several little nurses in the hospital chattered outside the ward, with a pity on their face.

"So handsome, what's the reason to commit suicide?"

"Yes, I can't figure it out. In this face watching era, there are handsome men who want to commit suicide. It's really outrageous."

“……”

After a long time, Meng Fu was finally pushed out.

The person who is still in a coma sleeps on the white hospital bed. His face is pale and terrible, like a white and lifeless paper. Meng Yi wants to wake Meng Fu up, but Ye Yan stops him.

"Meng Fu, why?" Ye Yan gently asked the person who would not answer him. If Meng Yi hadn't clamored to give Meng Fu chocolate, if he hadn't found it in time, maybe this man would have really died.

Why commit suicide?

You are not such a person. You also have Meng Yi and a pile of books. Is it because of love killing or something else?

……

It's hard to sit and stand. Everything that can be smashed at home is smashed, but every inch of air in such a big home seems to be very thin and suffocating.

Taking his coat, Guze rushed out of the door. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. There was a thin layer of snow on the ground. The empty street seemed to be a city without people.

Gu Ze drove his car aimlessly. Unconsciously, he had walked around Meng Fu's house twice. Maybe he was tired.

When the car stopped, he leaned back on the seat with his eyes closed.

After a while, I slowly opened my eyes.

What a familiar place.

Why did he stop downstairs at Meng Fu's house?

Forget it, now that you stop, go and have a look. How can people like him have the courage to die? People like him are reluctant to die. Any agreement or suicide must be false.

Anyway, Meng Fu is the best pretender.

Knock hard and no one will open the door.

Suddenly, he panicked, and a huge and terrible fact came into his mind.

The heart suddenly seems to be surrounded by flying snow and quickly becomes cold.

He hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket, but somehow, the cell phone he usually grabbed fell from his hand, and the screen fell into pieces in an instant.

Anxious.

Uneasy.

Anger.

fear.

Sad.

He began to pour all into his heart, like a howling cold wind, and went crazy from a small crack in his heart.

The knock on the door became louder and louder. Finally, they kicked with their feet. After kicking a few feet, there was no movement. On the contrary, the old couple in the neighbor wore cotton padded jacket, opened a crack in the door and began to scold, "it's so late that people can't sleep! If you make trouble again, I'll sue you for disturbing the people. "

The man who turned his head was like a fierce beast with cruel hair. "You have the ability to sue now."

The old couple shivered and closed the door timidly.

Guze said, then continued to kick the door, "Meng Fu, open the door for me."

The door finally opened, but there was no one at home. There was a smell of blood in the living room. Gu zeshun walked forward step by step in this smell of blood.

The farther back, every step seems to step on the blade.

The pain of fear.

Finally, he saw a pool of blood in the bathtub.

After retreating, Gu Ze's legs even fell on the door. He grabbed his hair and was at a loss. Meng Fu committed suicide. This man really committed suicide.

Tears unconsciously flowed from the eyes.

After a long time, he felt the wet liquid on his face and realized that he was crying.

After biting his teeth, he was cruel to himself. Why did he cry? Meng Fu deserved to die. Manyu died and the child died. He should have died long ago. This man even used death to trade for his adopted brother. He should die. He should die.

But what about his body?

Meng Fu's body?

Guze suddenly realized that he didn't see Meng Fu's body. He showed a trace of joy. He didn't die, but he began to be angry. How could he not die.

This man is already dead, isn't he?