Bite Your Fingertips

In the cramped narrow alley, even the moonlight could not come in. Through Lu Shi's eyes, Chu Yu could see the endless pain of being trapped in square inches.

He grasped Lu Shi's wrist and moved his hand that was holding his chin away.

The chin is a little painful, and the skin is probably red. Chu Yu didn't take this into consideration and raised his arm to hug Lu Shi actively. In this position, his teeth bit into Lu Shi's shoulder.

The force is very heavy and the bite is very deep.

The blood was sucked into his mouth and swallowed down his throat. Chu Yu let the blood stick to his lips and smiled when he looked directly at Lu, "If you think your blood is dirty, then I sucked so much of your blood. Like you, it's already dirty."

"Do you feel better in this way?"

Chu Yu didn't take Lu Shi back to school, and he was so drunk that he was hit by someone who was interested. It was not a good thing.

Hiring a taxi, Chu Yu helped the people to Qingchuan Road.

The weather is cold, especially at night, the wind is so cold that sweaters can't stop it. Qingchuan Road is quiet and there are no people. The street lights have not been repaired, and some are still on and some are not on.

Chu Yu walked a few steps and turned around to take a look. It was not that he was afraid of people following, but that he was mainly afraid of ghosts.

Finally put the person on the bed in the bedroom to lie down, Chu Yu stood by the bed, and searched out with his mobile phone, how to take care of the drunk person.

"Drink a lot of water, sugar water, light tea, mung bean soup, tomato juice..."

Chu Yu ran to the kitchen, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, but couldn't find a handful of rice. It was estimated that if there were rats in the house, he would be starved to death.

There is not a spoonful of white sugar, let alone tea, mung beans, tomatoes.

"Can't lie flat, lie on your side..."

Returning to the bedroom, putting the phone aside, Chu Yu rubbed his hands, bent over with a horse step, and put his hands on Lu Shi's back, ready to exert force.

But not wanting, Lu Shi put a hand on the back of his hand, and then held his four fingers, "Don't make trouble."

The voice was dumb, like strong wine.

Chu Yu regained his strength and squatted quietly by the bed, holding his left hand Ren Lushi, and his right hand supporting his chin.

He looked at the closed eyes, sharp eyebrows, and the sharp jaw lines of the young man when he landed in amazement.

The skin on the side of the neck is so hot, it seems that there are still tears from the landing.

He was full of questions, but they were all mixed together, instead of knowing what to ask.

I have to say, I just feel... very distressed.

What should Lu Shi be like?

It should be at school, with the best grades, praised by teachers and looked up by classmates. It was on Qingchuan Road, who was never soft in beating people, and few people dared to provoke. Or on the track, set off by the scenery that turns into a phantom outside the car window.

Instead of leaning on his shoulders in the cramped and dark alley, silently and severely restrained, not allowing anyone to see him crying.

But maybe everyone is like this, right?

What others saw was glamorous. But the inside, which outsiders can't see through, has long been a waste of grass. It was just like others saw him as the most favored young master of the Chu family.

In this world, there has never been a real empathy.

Lu Shi felt like he was dreaming.

He seemed to have become what he was when he was a child, wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag to go home.

Pushing open the iron gate, a few flower scissors were placed in a mess in the garden. The Lu family mansion was silent, and no one could see it, and there was not even a trace of wind.

He took the report card, opened the door, passed the empty living room, and ran up the stairs. Chunch, up and down, all that echoed was the sound of his own footsteps.

After passing by a closed door, a strange sound was suddenly heard. Panting and screaming, like thick slime, constantly seeping from the cracks in the door, dirtying the soles of his shoes.

"You're back."

Lu Shi turned his head and saw a woman standing in the deep corridor. The woman's face was hidden in the dark, unable to see her expression clearly.

Feeling happy, Lu Shi stopped paying attention to the mucus under his feet, turned around and ran to the woman, and said excitedly, "Mom, look, I took the first place again!"

The woman wore a luxurious evening dress and said bitterly, "Little bastard, did you hear that, your dad has other women, and he brought those **** home to gang up! How could he keep doing this again and again? Three places can't control yourself? Why? Lu Shi, the blood that bleeds in your body is really dirty, and it's really disgusting."

The light coming in through the window dragged the woman's shadow long. The black figure kept getting longer and bigger, like a terrifying monster hiding in the dark, stretching out its sharp claws and grabbing towards Lu Shi.

Lu Shi held the report card and backed away, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, "Get out, don't touch me, get out, get out--"

Calling for help and struggling had no effect, Lu Shi was caught in the shadows, and the next second, he was thrown into the river again.

The water was bitterly cold, and the darkness did not see the sky. He seemed to be trapped in a box, and he could only let himself sink and sink again--

"Lu Shi!"

Lu Shi suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw Chu Yu standing by the bed, his pupils shrinking slightly, as if looking at something terrible with strange eyes.

At this moment, Lu Shi felt that he was like a dirty monster with its exquisite skin sacked away.

His dark thoughts, those dark past, were all spread out in the scorching sun.

With a dizzy mind, he put his wrist on the brow bone and covered his eyes.

Lu Shi thought, if you want to leave, leave. He has never expected that such a self can always keep people by his side.

Happiness never ceases for a moment, and from the beginning, you should not be greedy.

Because there were arms covering half of his face, Chu Yu couldn't see Lu Shi's expression clearly.

Thinking of Lu Shi's pale face when he woke up just now, he asked tentatively, "Lu Shi, do you, would you like to drink...hot water? I'll pour it for you."

No answer was heard.

Chu Yu struggled on the spot for two seconds, walked out of the bedroom, and poured a glass of water.

"Um... I saw the Internet saying that drinking more water will make you feel better." Chu Yu's heartbeat was a little fast, and he had nothing to say, "I don't know if it's true. Would you like to try it?"

Still no response.

Chu Yu also has a young master temper. With Lu Shi's apparently uncooperative and unresponsive attitude, he didn't bother to hold a water glass stupidly anymore.

He put the water glass on the table casually, but he did not leave, took off his shoes and went to bed, straddling Lu Shi’s waist, holding Lu Shi’s wrist, squeezing it away, his tone was a bit fierce and a little anxious, "Just say something. , Unhappy is unhappy, what autistic decadence do you play?"

I cried when I thought of Lu, his heart was a little soft, and his tone also softened, "Did you have a nightmare just now? What did you dream of? I called you several times, and you couldn't wake up. I heard Aunt Lan say that I did it. Nightmare, just say it."

Chu Yu softened his tone, just like coaxing a child, "Really, if you don't lie to you, you won't be afraid to say it."

Lu Shi opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yu, his eyes dark like a deep pool.

Chu Yu made persistent efforts, using Lu Shi's tricks when he coaxed him, "Or, do you want to give it a hug?"

When Lu Shi didn't speak, Chu Yu just pretended that he acquiesced, leaned over, rubbed his head against the neck when the bracelet landed, and hugged the person.

Holding his breath, it wasn't until Lu Shi put his hand on his back that the tension in Chu Yu's heart was loosened by two points.

Leaning on Lu Shi's ears close, Chu Yu asked in a low voice, "Lu Shi, what's wrong with you?"

"Would you like to tell me? I will help you keep it secret, just like you helped me keep the secret of my little blood sucking monster, I will help you keep it secret, okay?"

Perhaps it was being stabbed by the "little monster", or that Lu Shi could no longer bear the weight of the truth by himself for too long.

He spoke dryly, "They all told me that soon after my mother got married, she was pregnant with me. Later she died of dystocia, and she died after giving birth to me."

Chu Yu didn't dare to interject, and secretly guessed that "they" should refer to Lu Shi's father, his weird stepmother, or Lu Shi's grandfather.

He died of dystocia, so Lu Shi felt that he killed his biological mother?

"But by chance, I learned another possibility. She didn't die of a dystocia, but was killed."

Chu Yu's heart shuddered.

Lu Shi's voice was dull, without any prominent emotions.

"I hired a private investigator, and I have been investigating what happened in the past, wanting to ask for evidence. After a long time, I finally found out some details of the past.

When she gave birth to me, she was alone and recovered very well. I was not full-term, so I was taken back to the Lu family, and she was given the title of "died due to dystocia". Even before last year, I didn't know her existence. "

"I always thought that Fang Weiyun was my biological mother."

Chu Yu's breathing was stagnant.

Just a few words make people fearful.

Lu Shi closed his eyes again.

He was trapped in a nightmare day and night, and every night, he heard his biological mother crying, resenting, and hating.

Her biological son, year after year, cried out his enemy "mother" affectionately, humblely to please and please.

He fell into the nightmare and the abyss, torturing himself every moment, in exchange for half a second.

He wants revenge, but he has nowhere to go. If you are stuck in the quagmire, walking hard, sinking too deep to turn your head. He never thought of turning around.

Those **** people should have died long ago.

It took a long time for Chu Yu to relax.

He wanted to comfort him, but his words were poor, so he closed his mouth and said nothing.

At this time, all comforts seemed futile and pale.

Chu Yu lay down next to Lu Shi, staring at the ceiling, piecing together details in his mind.

According to Lu Shi, his biological mother gave birth to him alone, and it didn't take long before he was snatched back by the Lu family. His biological mother should have been killed at that time.

People from the Lu family kept telling Lu Shi that he was Fang Weiyun's child. After Lu Shi exposed this lie, he changed his rhetoric and told Lu Shi that his biological mother had died of dystocia.

It is estimated that a lot of words have been compiled to whitewash.

Chu Yu thought deeply, only feeling cold all over his body.

I don't know when, it started to rain outside the window. Chu Yu was awakened from his thoughts, and sat up with his arms on the bed, "I, I will close the window."

He stepped barefoot on the floor, his feet numb with the coldness.

The wind was a bit strong, and the scratch paper on the desk was creaking.

Chu Yu Yuguang caught a glimpse of the sharp handwriting on paper. It was a poem. He had read Lu Shi's writing before and checked it out. The poem was "Xijiang Yueman".

It was not the first time he saw it.

Suddenly he "cocked" in his heart, and Chu Yu lay back on the bed again and asked hesitantly, "Those words--"

"That's my mother's name, and her name is Jiang Yueman."

He once wrote these words over and over again.

Just to let myself not forget a moment.