"Zhou Xueqiu?"

The happy expression on Zhuo Xuan's face couldn't help but freeze slightly, he really didn't expect to meet this man who made him have complicated emotions here.

The doubts in Zhou Xueqiu's eyes flashed, but he just nodded, without any intention of exploring why Zhuo Xuan came here. Zhou Xueqiu lowered his head, passed by Zhuo Xuan, who kept opening the door like a fossil, and walked straight to the counselor Guo Ting's side, and began to report something.

Also.

Zhou Xueqiu, as the president of the student union of Tinglin University, how could he be invited to drink tea and talk like himself.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Xuan shook his head and couldn't help but feel a little deflated. He slowly stepped out of the office door, then closed it with an imperceptible sound.

Zhou Xueqiu's chattering report came to an abrupt end, and he silently turned his head and looked in the direction where Zhuo Xuan left, as if he was looking for the temperature left by the person by the closed door.

"What's wrong?" Guo Ting, who was flipping through a paper form, raised her head and saw that Zhou Xueqiu suddenly stopped reporting, and thought that something was wrong.

"Nope." Zhou Xueqiu shook his head, "I'll continue." ”

……

Leaving the student office, Zhuo Xuan wandered aimlessly around the school.

I don't know how long it was, but it was getting dark, and night was about to fall. However, Zhuo Xuan was like a demon, and he still didn't want to return to the closed dormitory.

"It's been a long time since I've been back to the rental house. I don't know if there is any latest news about my parents in the Metropolitan Police Department. ”

Zhuo Xuan thought so, so he naturally listened to his heart and walked out of the school. He bought some food nearby, got on the last bus before dark, and played with his phone boredly on the bus.

Among the text messages received, the most recent one was a few days ago, except for the spam text messages. Zhuo Xuan's hand gently caressed the screen, as if caressing his lover's cheek.

This strange number made him feel very cherished, because he clearly remembered that the owner of this number had chosen to give up his life for him in the illusion created by the "beast".

At that time, Wan Hongyu was not Wan Hongyu, and he was not himself.

However, at that moment, they both made a choice without hesitation.

The content of this text message is about Zhuo Xuan's commission.

After the death of Xu Shilin, a doctor at Tinglin Central Hospital, he was extremely worried that Wan Hongyu and Zhou Xueqiu would also have this encounter, and they would be forcibly killed by the rules. However, the content of this text message put his worries at ease for a while.

"Of the hotel's Chosen One, except for a few who left overnight, the rest are safe for the time being. Please delete it after reading. ”

In just a few words, Zhuo Xuan finally let go of his heart. However, he did not delete the text message according to Wan Hongyu's request, but silently saved it.

Every time he picked up his phone, Zhuo Xuan couldn't help but recite it in his mind over and over again, just like reading a love letter sent by his lover from thousands of miles away, and his face would be filled with a smile that represented the meaning of happiness, as if this was his only way to keep warm in this cold world.

Just keep it, keep it forever.

How good it would be for time to stop at this moment.

Zhuo Xuan thought so, and an indescribable warm current flowed through his heart, and his thoughts fluctuated, his eyes flashed, light as a dream.

……

"Are you sure you don't want to taste this? I love it. ”

The childish voice carries a certain suppressed euphoria, and the boy holds his favorite fried puffed potato chips between his fingers. The thick and thin potato chips exude a rich aroma, and the puffed food stained with thick seasoning powder stimulates the boy's appetite, and his mouth is full of saliva.

It's just that what puzzles Komatsu is that even though he has been so hard at sharing his favorite snacks, the little beast is still indifferent, and even has a faint sense of disgust.

Komatsu had to stuff the potato chips he had already made up his mind to share into his mouth. While he chewed, he also silently observed the little beast's every move.

Soon after he brought the little beast back, he secretly looked up information on the Internet. However, unexpectedly, Komatsu did not find any information about the little beast in any of the encyclopedias.

I don't know anything about the little beast, I can only scream the little guy, and I don't know anything about what it likes to eat, does it also confirm what my father said, I can't feed it at all?

At this moment, a dull footsteps interrupted Komatsu's reverie. He knew that his mother was coming, so he panicked and tried to hide the little beast.

Before the clumsy boy could finish the job, the door to the room was squeaked open mercilessly. The tired mother walked in slowly, and the little joy she squeezed out became strange the moment she saw the little boy: "Are you looking for something?" ”

"No, no." Komatsu lowered his head, but he didn't notice the shadow of the little beast at all, and the tension in his heart gradually dissipated, not knowing where it was hiding.

It's always so flexible, and it's more and more human-like.

It's like an old soul living in the shell of a beast.

Because of this, what even Komatsu didn't notice was that a feeling called fear was slowly growing in his heart.

"Komatsu, don't blame your dad, he's just too busy. And...... Our family has been squeezing on money lately," the mother muttered, trying to pick out some words that a twelve-year-old boy could understand, as if she was ashamed that she didn't meet the child's requirements, "Now, I have a surprise for you!" ”

She didn't notice Komatsu's twinkling eyes at all, she just said to herself, and then quickly revealed the small transparent box hidden behind her.

Inside the box is a small hamster with snow-white fur, constantly feeding peanuts into its mouth in the transparent box. The small, equally wrinkled paws startled the little boy's heart, and he soon realized that it was nothing more than a hamster.

"Thank you, Mom!"

The smile on Komatsu's face stiffened, and he tucked the cage into his arms, and through the transparent plastic, everything in front of him seemed to be distorted.

The mother's face was hideous and terrifying, and her split mouth closed one by one: "Then you take care of it well, if it is good, I will talk to my father again and buy you a puppy." ”

"Okay," Komatsu replied with a sudden burst of heart, slowly lowering his head.

A twelve-year-old child has learned how to use white lies to appease his mother's emotions.

He didn't like the hamster because it was different from cats and dogs, it looked cute but didn't give him even the slightest sense of security...... Even, it feels different from that little beast.

Thinking of this, the little boy placed the small box for the hamster on the desk at random, and his heart was still full of doubts.

Where did that little beast go?