From Body to Love

What has two endpoints is a segment.

Having an endpoint is a ray.

A line has no endpoints.

The pain of infinite extension is like a straight line with no end in sight.

"You're awake."

Meng Fu opened his eyes and saw Gu Ze in front of him. He raised his wrist and took a look. Gauze was wrapped around his wrist again, medicine was applied, and the wound was sewn up again.

"Thank you."

He was surprised that Guze would come.

"What happened?" He asked softly.

In fact, he was just looking for a topic. Just now, he had asked the servant about everything. Only Meng Yi quarreled to go out. As for why Meng Fu's wrist wound suddenly cracked, everyone bowed their heads and said they didn't know.

"Just fell suddenly." He explained faintly.

Gu Ze stopped asking. Since Meng Fu only wanted to make this matter plain and excessive, he followed him and picked up an apple at the table. He began to peel the apple at Meng Fu again.

He would not tell Meng Fu how nervous he was when he heard that Meng Fu fainted. His hands trembled and twisted out the smoke in the ashtray. He also pretended to be calm and said to the king's secret book that he fainted when he fainted. It's not a fuss.

But I hurried home.

Until he saw the man lying in bed, his face as white as paper, he called the doctor in a panic, and his mood was in a mess.

The apple peeled in half and broke.

Suddenly fell to the ground.

Meng Fu glanced lightly, then turned his eyes and looked out of the window. A bird hurried past the window and scratched a transparent hole in the cold air, eager to escape the cold winter.

There is a kind of envy. When birds spread their wings, their soul and heart are free, and they themselves, with heavy shackles in their soul, are murderers all their lives.

He closed his eyes and opened them again. When he turned his head again, Guze had taken another apple and was cutting. His pale lips opened and closed, "Mr. Gu, what else can I do?"

What else? And how to get rid of the growing pain every day.

"Don't die."

In the past, he asked him to commit suicide again and again. Now, he asked him not to die again and again.

"What else? What else can I do to atone? "

Atonement, so that his stained soul can be washed clean, but he also wants to shine on some warm sun and live an ordinary life. Maybe, maybe he can have the opportunity to go to college and study law.

The fruit knife stopped, the blade cut Guze's finger, blood splashed on the apple, and the bright red blood gave birth to a dead silence.

He couldn't give him the answer.

Meng Fu pursed his lips. "Mr. Gu, I've thought about it. I can do anything, but Xiao Yi can't. He can't be locked in this room. He's a child."

"OK, I'll send someone to take Meng Yi out tomorrow, but you can't. You must stay here."

News and rumors are still spreading at the speed of light. Meng Fu, once you go out, you will be besieged by people, taking pictures, asking questions, disdaining or sympathetic eyes... Those are enough to drown you.

"OK."

He replied, looking away from Guze's injured finger and didn't say anything.

——

Because he was finally able to go out, Meng Yi seemed very happy. He opened Meng Fu's door and shook Meng Fu, who was sleeping, "big lazy Meng Meng, let's go out together."

Meng Fu opened his eyes faintly and gently brushed away Meng Yi's hand. "Xiao Yi, brother doesn't go out today. Go out and have fun yourself." He looked at the king's secret book behind him and said, "please."

Secretary Wang replied politely, "Mr. Meng, please rest assured that I will take good care of Meng Yi." To be honest, Secretary Wang was very surprised when he received the news from Guze. He didn't expect to let himself go out with a retarded Meng Yi.

"No, Meng Meng, get up and go out with us. I don't want to be with this brother. I just want to be with Meng Meng." Going out to play makes Meng Yi completely forget the previous unhappiness.

He smiled slightly, his breath was weak, and Meng Yi's shaking made his head more and more dizzy. "Xiaoyi is good. My brother will go out with Xiaoyi next time, okay?"

Wronged with a small face and finally compromised, "okay."

After sleeping for a long time, Meng Fu felt better. He put on his shoes and went downstairs. Thirsty, he poured himself a glass of water. When he turned back, he found that Youdao's eyes had been watching him.

Guze.

Shouldn't Mr. Gu go to work? Why are you sitting on the sofa in the living room?

He stood stunned, habitually afraid to move, just like a penalty station.

"Meng Fu, come here."

"Mr. Gu."

He stood beside the sofa, his toes curled up.

"Sit here." Guze put a laptop on his knee, and his palm gently patted the sofa beside him.

Hesitating, Meng Fu took his seat far away from Guze.

"Sit here." Guze patted the sofa beside him again.

Meng Fucai understood that Guze let him sit beside him, so close, ambiguous, distant, strange, or mixed with more.

He sat next to him, motionless. There was the sound of Guze's fingers beating the keyboard. He should be dealing with official business. I don't know why he took it home to deal with it.

His eyes stared at the cup of water on the tea table and watched the water cool down a little until he couldn't smoke any more.

My mind is blank.

Blank is good. Blank doesn't want anything.

"Meng Fu, you like law very much, don't you?" Guze's voice suddenly sounded. His fingers no longer beat the keyboard, but his eyes were still staring at the computer screen.

I wanted to answer no, but I finally nodded, "HMM."

Guze knew he liked the law. Guze laughed at him countless times. Murderers like him wanted to be lawyers. He had nothing to hide.

"In the future, you can read the books in the study at will."

"Huh?" Raised his eyes suspiciously, and suddenly lowered his eyelids, "thank you. I... I don't deserve to read those books. " After thinking, he said what should have been spit out from Guze's mouth. He thought, shouldn't Guze's next sentence be like this?

"Oh." A self mocking smile came from the corner of his lips. Gu Ze seemed to ask Meng Fu and himself, "what kind of person am I in your eyes?"

After asking, he suddenly felt that the question was stupid. Didn't Meng Fu say it over and over again? What kind of person, isn't it clear?

"It's my fault, so I deserve it."

"Yes, it's your fault."

If I hadn't hit him in the rain, if I hadn't fallen in love with you, everything was clear. We should have nothing to do.