The rigorous mood was eased for a moment.

In the middle of the night, all the negative emotions squeezed in his heart surged, rampant in a deep place, almost drowning his whole person.

His eyes were closed quietly, but his thoughts were clear and irritable, and the finger bones of the young man clutching the horns were white, and his thin and tender lower lip was bitten by him—he shivered all over.

The afternoon scene was clear and slow, playing out before his eyes frame by frame, the boy was like a drowning man, his neck was tilted, his chin slightly raised, and the hand holding the horn of the quilt was tightened violently, gasping for air.

Black.

It's dark when you close your eyes, and it's dark when you open your eyes, it's endless.

The curtains were drawn tightly, tightly sealed, and the light was all blocked outside, and there was not a trace of jumping in.

He couldn't see anything, his thoughts were entangled wildly, as if he was in the dark and cold deep sea, the tip of his nose seemed to be covered by a big palm that had been invisible, he opened his mouth, and his eyes were red.

During the third year of junior high school, Yan's mother wanted him to sprint to Hengbai, and he had to stay up late every night, and when he woke up in the morning, his eyes were red and swollen and blurry.

The pain of the tongue coating from the hot lunch meal, the trembling fingertips, the thinner and thinner body, the worse the mental state, the endless papers, the more panicked the more the physics questions will not become, the grades have fallen into a bottleneck, and the slap and roar of Yan's mother......

Each one of them was a moment that broke him.

He fumbled and turned on the light, his broken hair was messy, and a few soft strands of hair lay quietly between his fingers.

He lowered his eyes and palms up.

A small white and beautiful wrist bone is exposed.

The scars are criss-crossed, of varying shades, but the deepest, and the oldest in the past.

In the third year of junior high school, the day after the provincial ranking results came out in April, he was beaten by Yan's mother with a hanger, and his negative emotions were accumulated for too long, and he rarely quarreled with her.

After returning to the room, I heard Yan's mother chattering with his father, which probably meant that he shouldn't have given birth to Rigor in the first place, and he was born to be a fucking sin.

He closed the door very calmly, picked up the utility knife very calmly, and then entered the bathroom very calmly, expressionlessly, and slashed his wrist fiercely.

He put his hand in the bathtub filled with cold water, and opened his eyes, indifferently watching the blood slowly flow out of his body.

If he soils the floor, he probably won't be able to live in peace.

Later, he gradually lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was in a snow-white hospital.

After that wrist stroke, it was like a beginning, the rigor became more and more silent, and the large and small scars on the body became more and more fine.

“……”

These memories were not pleasant, and he curled up on his knees, trying to steady his breathing, and his eyes glanced at the phone on the side of his hand.

Fingertips moved.

Reach out.

Removed the phone case directly.

Originally, he had no interest in mobile phone cases and other things, and he simply felt that it was unnecessary, but Lin Yixian liked to tinker with these - she always liked all the bells and whistles.

Even if you like it, you have to toss him, saying that he has no human touch, like a little fairy who doesn't eat fireworks in the world.

Rigor slowed down for a while.

Raven Feather's eyelashes droop.

The moment the phone case was removed by him, several snow-white notes sandwiched in the middle fell.

The boy gritted his teeth and opened it skilfully.

“……”