Don’t Be a Kept Man

Chen Meiying was hanged on a rainy day. The wall in the living room took a small finger-thick steel wire to hang clothes. She bought a bundle of nylon rope and stepped on a stool to end her life.

Hanging is a very painful way to die. It is not as peaceful as it is shown on TV. You will not die at first. People will struggle desperately because of their instincts. Unconsciously kicking their hands and feet in the air, their eyes are protruding. The tongue stretches out, and finally it takes a long few minutes to completely stop breathing.

Chen Meiying's death was very frightening. The neighbors who came to check were all blue with fright. What's more, Bai Yang, who spent the night with the corpse, didn't like talking at first, and then became silent. Gradually, others said he was a fool. .

Only Wen Chuo knew that he was not stupid, but was stimulated at the time.

The restaurant closes at nine o’clock in the evening, but the business is very deserted. Except for mosquitoes and flies, no one is seen. Liu Mengmeng opened the door and took a look. Then he was forced back by the sultry heat of the outside room. It's raining, why are you so boring."

She took off the clothes rail and went straight upstairs to collect the clothes. Looking back, Bai Yang was still cleaning, and she shouted from a distance: "Bao Yang, you close the door and go to get off work."

The outside room was dark, and there was a sultry wind from time to time. The wind shook the branches, which was a sign of rain. Every family was rushing to collect their clothes. The cans were rolling on the ground and humming, and the street was soon empty. .

Bai Yang stood at the door and looked up at the gloomy sky. For some reason, he didn't go home immediately. The big raindrops crackled and fell on him, and his clothes quickly became wet.

Wen Chuo was originally lying at home and heard the muffled thunder outside. He didn't know what he remembered, and jumped out of the bed like a burning buttocks. He hurried out and lay on the railing on the fifth floor. He just saw Bai Yang standing in the alley and beckoning to him. With a cry: "Bai Yang! Go home!"

It’s a little far away, I don’t know if Bai Yang heard it, he still stood on the spot, looked around blankly, and then walked towards the road step by step. Run downstairs and quickly catch up.

"What are you running around at night, you are confused again, but no one is looking for you if you lose it!"

Wen Chuo pulled him back from the road, and the dark blue lattice umbrella hit his head, blocking the growing rain, but Bai Yang seemed unwilling to leave, bowed his head and shrank into a ball, shook his head vigorously, resisting and frightened. Desperately trying to get his hand back.

"Stop it, go home!"

During the thunder and lightning, the umbrella was tilted and blown down. He heard that half of his clothes were soaked. He held the umbrella with one hand and pulled the poplar home with the other. The poplar did not move, holding the railing by the roadside on the ground. Shrunk into a ball, never let go of death.

Wen Chuo was afraid of hurting his hand, so he didn't dare to pull it hard. He threw the umbrella and stroked his wet hair back and forth, walking back and forth in place, looking very irritable.

Perhaps it was a psychological shadow. Bai Yang was reluctant to stay at home when it was raining. Not long after Chen Meiying died, Liu Ruoqing once got up to collect clothes at night. When he saw him, he squatted to sleep in the alley downstairs. His body was soaked by the heavy rain. A soft, took him back to his home.

It was at that time that Wen Chuo knew how much Bai Yang was afraid of rain. He leaned against the wall and suddenly thought about how much rain it had in the three years he left in his previous life, and how Bai Yang managed to survive.

There are some things that I can’t think about, and I can’t stop thinking about it.

After so many years of interdependence, it is impossible to have no feelings. Hearing that the white poplars were shrinking into a ball, he suddenly felt softened. He wiped the rain off his face, then walked over and leaned down.

"walk home."

Wen Chuo took Bai Yang into his arms and patted him on the back, his body under his palm was weak, but he was shaking again.

"It's okay, go back to my house and sleep."

Wen Chuo picked up the umbrella and blocked most of his body. He opened Bai Yang's hand holding the railing, half-dragging and half-dragging people from the ground. The corridor was dim, and only their footsteps could be heard for a while.

Wen Chuo glanced at Bai Yang's house through the window. It was dark and quiet. When he thought that Chen Meiying was hanged here, he was shocked. He felt empathy with Bai Yang inexplicably, speeding up and opening the door with the key.

Both of them were soaking wet. Wen Chuo was afraid that Bai Yang would run out again without paying attention. He held him with one hand, opened the closet with one hand, and pulled out a piece of clothing and pants: "Take a shower first, and then go to bed after the shower."

Bai Yang didn't move, Wen Chuo could only take him to the bathroom, and he took a bath with no distractions. The man had nothing to look at. The front was flat and the back was flat, similar to the washboard. Wen Chuo didn't have any charming thoughts, but Bai Yang Keep your head down and hide back.

Wen Chuo shook the shirt in his hand: "What are you hiding from? No clothes?"

Bai Yang didn't move again. After a while, he walked over to put on the clothes, and then buttoned the buttons one by one. Wen Chuo watched him and unbuttoned his top two buttons in twos or twos: "Button Then go, Bule?"

Then he said: "You haven't grown up, this is my clothes how long ago."

Wen Chuo is very tall, even if it is his clothes a long time ago, it is still long for Bai Yang, hanging loosely on his body, half of his thin shoulders are exposed, Wen Chuo glanced at his wet ink hair, lined it with The pale skin was clearly contrasted, and I didn't know why, he reached out and buttoned the button on his collar again: "Go to bed and lie down."

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, there was a splash of water inside. Wen Chuo stood under the shower and felt a little confused in his mind. In his heart, he felt a feeling that he could not afford it and could not let it go, which was the legendary indecision.

He put on his clothes and took a picture in the mirror. He found that his hair had faded a bit, and new stubbles began to grow from the roots. He wiped it with a towel twice, then turned off the light and went to bed.

Bai Yang lay quietly inside, shrinking into a ball, occupying only a small area. Wen Chuo loved to sleep like this at night. He groped in the dark and pulled Bai Yang over.

"Hey, Bai Yang, talk to me."

Bai Yang didn't say a word, even his breathing was shallow. He leaned against Wen Chuo's arms, his fingertips moved, and without a trace, he held the corner of his clothes little by little.

Wen Chuo said enthusiastically: "My hair color is almost gone. What color do you think I will dye tomorrow, blue or purple?"

After he finished speaking, he felt that these colors seemed to have been dyed, and fell into deep thought. Bai Yang opened his eyes in the darkness and said two words: "...black."

Wen Chuo thought it was a bit ordinary: "Ask to be discussed."

He was covered with a thin sheet and folded his hands. After a while, he touched the poplar with his arm: "Is there any way to make money?"

Bai Yang lowered his head and whispered: "Pick up a bottle."

Wen Chuo refused without thinking, "Don't even think about it, I won't pick up the bottle."

Bai Yang thought for a moment, his eyes were a little blank: "I'll pick it up."

Wen Chuo thought that you picked it up, and the money is not mine. He covered his head with a sheet. He didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly rustled and hugged the poplar, and then whispered to him: "Actually...my mother He died in this room too."

Bai Yang paused for a while, only heard enough: "I think she is very annoying, even more annoying than you. What is your spine, can you eat it? She is fine. She was sick and kicked off her legs. Let me be one. People boil here..."

As Wen Chuo was talking, he suddenly fell silent again. He didn't want to pick up bottles, nor did he want to move other people's goods, let alone work as a part-time worker. Is there any difference between Liu Ruoqing's death and suffering?

It seems there is no difference...

Not everyone can get out of the abyss.

Liu Ruoqing walked out when she was dying. The surrounding environment and poverty, as well as the torture of illness, were enough to drive her madness, but all this seemed so insignificant in the face of life and death.

When she was dying, she said a word to Wen Chuo: "Forget it..."

Forget the riches of the past, forget the identity of the past, be content with the status quo, and just live like this.

Wen Chuo also wanted to forget, but he couldn't. He was still in the quagmire and was unable to extricate himself. Poverty was a yoke and dragged his footsteps. He tried to walk half of his body before being forcibly pulled back.

Wen Chuo only thought of eight words at this moment, his heart was taller than the sky, and he was a lowly person.

He touched Bai Yang's forehead, his breath intertwined, just like the fate of two people, how can't pull apart.

Wen Chuo asked Bai Yang in a low voice, "Aren't you boring at home alone?"

Aspen did not move.

Wen Chuo said again: "You can buy a computer, and you can watch TV and play games. I will teach you if you can't play."

Bai Yang: "Don't buy it."

"Don't, what are you saving up for? Isn't it just for spending? Enjoy life while you are young. There is no chance when you are old."

Wen Chuo wanted to tickle him, only to find that Bai Yang had no flesh on his body. When he touched through his clothes, it was just a clear rib, as if he was covered with layers of skin, and suddenly remembered that he was only a half-old boy.

Bai Yang never eats breakfast, eats steamed buns at noon, and works day and night. It's not too thin.

"Forget it..."

Wen Chuo finally felt a little unbearable. He pulled away the broken hair from Bai Yang's forehead and patted him on the back again, remembering when the two of them were living together.

"Bai Yang, we two will still be together in the future. When I make a lot of money, I will lead you to a good life."

Bai Yang moved his lips: "No..."

"No, no, I don't want you to buy a computer and be stupid again."

Bai Yang looked up, looking at him with dark eyes: "I buy it."

Wen Chuo paused, chuckled, suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms, and shook his head silently: "Hey, don't buy it."

... He has sound limbs, neither stupid nor stupid. Why do you want the hard-earned money of a fool? People always have to learn to bow their heads, first learn to bow their heads, and then raise their heads later.

Bai Yang moved in his arms, then raised his head strenuously, breaking his fingers and calculating seriously: "How much?"

Wen Chuo suddenly felt that he didn't like Baiyang as much as he thought. Maybe sometimes he just couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart, and couldn't accept that he would actually like a fool, a man.

He squeezed Bai Yang's hand and found that gauze was still wrapped on it, and his strength was lighter: "Don't ask, you don't need to buy it."

Bai Yang may feel that he is playing tricks on himself, slightly pursing his lips, not knowing whether he is angry or not. He reflexes for a while and then puts the quilt on: "Sleep, sleep."