She didn't know who said this until the back of her head hit the stone pavement hard.
This was the last sentence Qiao Yuanji heard that evening. After this sentence, everything turned into a silent pantomime. Sitting in the audience in the distance was a world of facial deformation.
The few fragments that I still remember play in my memory so slowly that it is almost unreal.
Qiao Yuansi kicked his feet into the air and silently kicked the female staff member in red uniform; a pair of hands came down, grabbed her neck, and pressed her to the ground unable to move; someone's high heels stepped hard and silently into her
Her feet were held down, and heavy fingers pried open her eyelids.
It happened to be the first snowfall that day.
From the blue and gray sky, pieces of snow swirled down leisurely. From the small and undetectable white dots in the high sky, they turned into larger and larger fuzzy snow masses; at first it was gray and white, then
It was dyed orange when passing a streetlight, and eventually turned into a deep blood red in her eyes.
Jin Yan seemed to stagger away when they rushed up. When Qiao Yuansi coughed and struggled to get up from the ground, she and the increasingly heavy snow were the only ones in the park.
The more deafening the silence.
It was her resistance that angered those people, causing the infection process to turn into a long, unnecessary beating and torture. Qiao Yuansi reluctantly stood up while feeling dizzy, dragged his feet across his bloodstains, and walked step by step towards the hospital.
Walking outside the park, the pain caused by every step was like a sharp cone, piercing into the tear ducts.
The passers-by who met on the road could not see the injuries on her body, but only looked at her face with concern. When they saw what they wanted to see, they all turned away.
Qiao Yuansi didn't know how she got home. The car was left outside the park, and she dragged her body slowly in the snow and rain. When she got home, her hands and feet were completely numb, as if
If it hits something hot, it will break and fall.
Her hands turned into two pieces of frozen flesh. She couldn't pull out the book, and she couldn't hold the pen steadily. But she still struggled and collected all the books she had read and used during her last recovery.
Objects and all the records I had listened to were piled on the dark red Persian carpet in the living room.
...Although the most important one is missing.
Qiao Yuansi fell to the ground and flipped through the pile of books. The dripping snow, blood, and tears stained the book cover. That night, she lay on her back on the carpet and passed out. The pile of things looked like
It is a fire of hope in the cold night, gradually extinguished as the night goes by.
When she woke up the next afternoon, she sat blankly on the carpet for a while. Except that her whole body was still hurting, the despair that seemed to be sinking into hell disappeared.
In the next two days, she had to take leave to recover from her injuries at home; but she did not even move the pile of records and books piled on the carpet.
After a few days, Qiao Yuanji began to seriously consider Sakura Mizugan.
Of course she has not forgotten him, this evolver from other apocalyptic worlds; she also knows that he does have some special means - wasn't it because of him that he suffered so much unnecessary trouble last time?
What if he comes back again? You know, he will only be here for eleven months. Judging from the time they spent together, there is no guarantee that he will not come back to see her before leaving.
If the two of them just sat down and talked for a few words, then she could still pretend to get away with it, but Qiao Yuanji was not stupid - she could feel that if Ying Shuigan finally couldn't help coming back to see her after a long time, then
Maybe it’s more than just a “glance”.
No, in fact, even if it was just for a meal, she couldn't pretend for that long without revealing her secret.
So Qiao Yuansi specially took a day, prepared notebooks and pens, and sat down at the dining table.
"Ah, I had just been infected at that time. If I don't write down those feelings, thoughts and precautions quickly, I'm afraid I will forget them after a while. Even if I just forget the details, it will be difficult, because now you ask me
I can’t say those words even if I imitate them.”
Qiao Yuansi leaned on the armrest of the sofa, laughter rising up in her chest like a series of blisters, and she had to hold it back with all her strength before she could continue talking.
"Speaking of which, you can only blame yourself." She tilted her head, sighed contentedly, and said, "If you don't come back, nothing will happen."
Sakura Mizugan put his hands on the table, still maintaining the same posture, looking straight at her. His face gradually became paler, as if snow and mist had fallen and accumulated on his skin, lining the corners of his eyes.
The bright red color makes people's hearts tremble more and more.
He wanted to say something, but when he opened his lips slightly, he seemed to have forgotten it. He raised his hand and slowly touched the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, his cheeks and his lower lip with his trembling fingertips, as if he wanted to find those blood-red traces through the touch of his fingers.
.
"If you don't come back, we won't offend the river. If you leave then, I won't look for you. Who told you to come back? If you come back, you will probably find something wrong with me... It's your own threat
Oh my, you said that if I changed, you would kill me." Qiao Yuansi snorted from his nose, but his smile did not diminish: "You even told me this method. I
In order to protect yourself, you can understand, right?"
After a pause, she played with a lock of her hair and said with a smile: "It's also a good thing for you that you don't have to wander anymore. Besides... you won't suffer any loss."
As soon as she said these words, she felt her eyes blurred - the chandelier on the ceiling of the living room was smashed, and the tiny pieces of glass were wrapped in the storm like ice crystals, hitting her body along with the figure.
Qiao Yuansi's head hit the sofa with a bang, and her throat was tightly tightened with iron-like fingers. In the blink of an eye, the oxygen flowing in her trachea was cut off, and her blood vessels gradually expanded in despair.
, still couldn't get a trace of support - she struggled and tried to push a few times, but Ying Shui'an's hand didn't move at all.
What he was doing now was as if he wanted to kill her out of anger, but he was so silent that there was no trace of murderous intent.
"You, do you want to kill me?" Her broken and shapeless words were so broken that it was difficult to hear them clearly. "You, you are... alone... I want to stay with you..."
Sakura Mizugan heard it clearly. The strength of his fingers pressed heavily on her trachea for several seconds. Perhaps he didn't even notice that it was relaxing little by little.
He lowered his head, his black hair hanging down messily, and together with his breath, it enveloped her like a curtain, cutting her away from the world. Blood red was slowly flowing out of the corners of his eyes, making him
He looked like he was crying unconsciously.
"You must have written this sentence in your notebook as well."
Indeed.
After being infected, even if you don't make any efforts, there will be a 24-hour period in which your thoughts will not change much for the time being. Of course, Qiao Yuanji must consider what will happen after he finds out that he is infected.
——In other words, what would she have said a few days ago to make Sakura Mizugan let her live?
"It doesn't matter. I don't care if what you are saying now are all pre-written lines." He was still pressing on her like a brewing storm. He only needed to add a little more strength to her throat.
The tube will break. But he won't.
He is the kind of person who looks very strong, very powerful, and very capable, but in fact he is the type who accepts things quickly and endures them silently.
Ying Shui'an suddenly let go of her and stood up straight.
Qiao Yuansi coughed desperately, partly because he was really feeling uncomfortable, and partly because he was pretending to feel uncomfortable, because he wanted him to feel compassion for himself. After all, he had to live in this world anyway, and he still had to live in this world.
Why bother to embarrass her, right?
The reason why she hasn't taken off her face is because she doesn't want to scare him yet. She just wants him to still have a good impression and fantasy of her. In the future, he will also change.
Sakuramizugan picked up the T-shirt from the ground and put it on without saying a word. He raised his hand and pushed his black hair back, revealing his blood-red eyes and looked at her for a while.
"Follow me to the bathroom."
Eh? This order was something Qiao Yuanji didn't expect. Why do you want to go to the bathroom at this time? Many guesses ran through her mind, but she never expected that Sakura Mizugan's second order was: "Sit in the bathtub
go."
Now I have no choice but to do it.
"What are you doing?" After Qiao Yuansi sat in, he turned his head and tried to show mercy, but he grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, he had quickly used a chain-style handcuff to tie her wrist.
His right wrist was cuffed to the faucet of the bathtub.
"This is also my special item. If you have nothing to do, you can try to break free and see if you can get out." When Sakura Mizugan spoke, he didn't even look at her, as if it was just a business necessity.
program.
"Wait a minute," Qiao Yuansi said anxiously, "What on earth are you going to do?"
Ying Shui'an didn't say a word, turned around and left the bathroom. "If I don't go to work, they will come looking for me!" She shouted at his back, but still didn't get any answer.
Was he going to leave her here to starve to death?
From outside came the sound of Sakura Mizugan's footsteps - very heavy, it didn't even sound like him - and the muffled sound of things falling while rummaging through boxes. Qiao Yuanji had deformed, but his intelligence had not diminished. He immediately understood: He was here
Find the books she used during her recovery.
Damn it, she didn't get rid of those things, Qiao Yuansi thought as he tugged her wrist a few times - apart from causing her extreme pain, the chain didn't even move, completely strangling her wrist.
A little bit of fantasy.
The bathroom is the most soundproof place in her house, and there is a green belt outside, so no one can hear her calling for help, but Yingshui An actually remembers this!
"You've already been infected too much," Qiao Yuansi shouted out the door anxiously, "It's useless. Even if you can slow down the speed of change, you still -"
Sakura Mizugan's tall and thin shadow stepped into the door frame, cutting off the second half of her sentence. His hands were empty, and he probably found things and stuffed them into his ring.
When he walked in, the wind blew away his bangs for a moment, and the blood and tears disappeared in a flash. Then he squatted down and took out a salty, ocean-like breath from his loose T-shirt, calling Qiao
Yuan Si was slightly startled.
"Wait for me here," he said in a hoarse voice, without looking at her, and gently inserted his fingers into her hair. "If I need to save the world to save you, that's okay."
