"Don't cry stars, I won't pester you anymore."

On the third day after Xia Fanxing fell from the 30th floor and died, she heard this sentence again.

The young man's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had exhausted his greatest forbearance and overflowed from his chest, like a sad farewell, and like a reluctant obsession involving Xia Fanxing.

So much so that wandering souls uncontrollably seek out this voice.

In the end, she finally found the figure of the boy in front of her grave.

Dark clouds invaded the whole land, and the empty cemetery was particularly lonely and gloomy, but the young man standing in front of her tombstone was erect, his eyes down, and the drizzle kept wetting the scars between his eyebrows, adding to the cruelty of his cold and arrogant face.

Xia Fanxing remembered that when she first met Qin Yue, someone told her: This is a bad teenager, who has even broken the law in fights, smoking and even breaking the law.

So Xia Fanxing was scared.

But the school bully, who is worried in the eyes of the teacher and afraid in the eyes of the students, just looks at the three good students with superior grades and well-behaved in the eyes of everyone.

On the first day of Xia Fanxing's transfer, the way was blocked, and the boy leaned in front of the locomotive, biting a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke lingered on his cynical face.

He asked, "Transfer student, do you have a boyfriend?" ”

In Xia Fanxing's eighteen years of conservative and strict education, Qin Yue, a dissolute and arrogant bad school bully, has been out of the scope of her acceptance.

But Qin Yue is arrogant and domineering, and even likes her.

Lao Tzu just likes you, you can refuse, but it doesn't work.

After seeing Qin Yue teach other classmates a lesson, he put her, who was so frightened that she wanted to run away, against the wall and enclosed her in a cramped space that could not escape:

"So scared of me?"

"But it's too late for Lao Tzu to like you, how can he bully you."

Qin Yue is very bad, but he counts when he talks.

Don't bully her.

So when she cried and begged Qin Yue to let her go, Qin Yue just looked at her heavily.

At that moment, she thought that Qin Yue would do something extreme, but in the end, she just swept her cheeks with both hands, wiping away her tears little by little.

The black eyes are as deep as the deep sea, but the tenderness overflowing from the pupils is a compromise to her:

"Don't cry stars, I won't pester you anymore."

But Xia Fanxing didn't expect that the arrogant young man who had beaten the gangsters who teased her was covered in blood, took off his clean coat and caged her and said, 'What are you crying about, isn't there still Lao Tzu', standing in the rain curtain at this moment, as if all the insolence was crushed in her portrait.

He remained motionless, like a statue in the wind and rain, soaked all over, his lips white, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Or rather, waiting.

Because the boy's gaze kept down, he skipped from her portrait and fell in front of the tombstone.

When Xia Fanxing approached, she found that in front of her tombstone, there was a cake with candles.

There is no pattern of falling sky, only a few crooked melons and cracked dates, Xia Fanxing looked at it for a long time, and finally saw those words clearly in the rain curtain - happy birthday, Xia Fanxing.

Xia Fanxing's soul trembled, like a detail that she had forgotten, breaking out of the cocoon in the corner of her memory.

On her fifteenth birthday, she was robbed on the way to buy a cake, and the scar on her neck can still be seen today.

Before she lost consciousness, she saw a figure approaching her, and the dropped ID card was stuffed into her pocket, and she was picked up horizontally.

She couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, only smelled a faint smell of blood, and then heard a deep and nice voice faintly in her ears:

"Happy birthday, Xia Fanxing."

A blessing from a stranger, but it has always been in her heart.

Later, when she woke up from the hospital, she was taken away by her parents in a hurry, and the incident quickly subsided like a wave of wind, and everyone told her that the police had dealt with it, but no one told her what happened to the teenager who saved her.

Later, no matter how much I remembered, I couldn't remember the boy's face.

Xia Fanxing looked at the scar on Qin Yue's face that scared her the most - it pierced deep into the eyebrow bone and drew a fierce arc at the end of the eyebrow.

They all said that breaking the eyebrows was unlucky and a fierce look.

Because of this scar, all the classmates believed in the rumor more and avoided Qin Yue like a snake and scorpion.

The blurred image of three years ago seemed to be pulled open at this moment—the suddenly rushing figure blocked the knife that stabbed her, and with a muffled grunt, a bloody streak cut through the vision.

Obviously he couldn't feel the pain, but Xia Fanxing's heart still seemed to be stabbed by something, and he fell down with his fluttering soul.

Everyone said that Qin Yue was a bad species.

Everyone said that Qin Yue had committed crimes, entered the juvenile detention center, and heard that he had killed people.

Everyone said that Xia Fanxing, stay away from Qin Yue.

But no one said that Qin Yue liked Xia Fanxing to the core, and he didn't even want his life in order to protect her.

At this moment, the statue-like boy raised his eyes, as if it was time to wake up the girl and eat the cake.

He crouched down, fiddling with the cake that had been dissolved earlier, and when he saw the blurred words on it, his pale face was stunned for a moment, and then as if he had been dragged back to the real world, forced to accept the cruel truth, and an indescribable grief overflowed from the bottom of his eyes.

I tried to put the smudged words back together, as if that way, the girl would come back and blow out the candles.

Xia Fanxing saw that the young man's face was becoming more and more flustered, and at the moment when his belief collapsed, the sadness in his eyes turned into yin and paranoia, and a sharp knife appeared in front of him.

"Don't!" Xia Fanxing was frightened and wanted to stop it, but the young man was resolute and did not hesitate.

A deep blood streak appeared on the strong wrist.

The blood that kept dripping, and the words written on the cake, even if the downpour and blurred the bloodstains, quickly reappeared.

Until that blessing, the original appeared on the cake:

"Happy birthday, Xia Fanxing."

The young man's clothes were soaked with blood, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, and let the blood on his wrists still fall drop by drop:

"I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't know what to give. You won't like anything to give anyway, so I made a cake. ”

As if thinking of something, he suddenly chuckled, and even softened his voice, for fear of disturbing his girl: "Although you won't accept it, can you give me a smile for the sake of the last time." ”

He never saw the girl smile at him until he died.

He tried his best to please his girl, but every time he got a look of fear and a backward step.

What a bastard he is, always making his girl cry.

"Xingxing, I'm sorry."

"I won't haunt you anymore."

I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise......

The boy raised his hand to touch the girl's face one last time, but the blood-stained hand was about to touch it and withdrew it.

A low voice echoed in the ethereal cemetery: "Star, will you hate me?" ”