Phantom Skeleton Painting

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Every once in a while, Lin Banxia would quietly leave for a few days.

The first time was a month after he returned.

Song Qingluo opened his eyes and saw the empty side. He reached out and touched the soft sheets, feeling that the temperature above had dissipated, and the rest of the silence was cold.

It is mid-summer now. The spacious yard is full of flowers and trees. The shade of the trees shields the sunlight. It is cool and comfortable without opening the air-conditioned room. But this coolness turned into ice slag, which was embedded in Song Qingluo's bone, and he was chilly all over.

Lin Banxia is gone again.

Song Qingluo clearly realized this fact.

Some things seem to be incapable of being prevented by human beings. Even if the vigil stays up all day and all night, there will eventually be omissions. Lin Banxia is like a star hanging in the sky, as if in a blink of an eye, it will disappear in the vast galaxy, so that he can no longer trace. There is no expression on Song Qingluo's face, and he is stiff like a frozen sculpture. He doesn't even dare to think about that problem... Will Lin Banxia return?

Of course Lin Banxia will come back, he even thought he would come back immediately after just a few hours out. Someone had some minor accidents after leaving. Because he was absent for a long time, and those green spots were gestating quietly, he had to spend a few days to clean up the green spots. While he was doing these tasks, it has always been around him, and the music is still there, seeming to have some doubts.

Lin Banxia accepted its heritage, and naturally communicated with it, and whispered: "He needs me, and I need him..."

"If you must say it," said Lin Banxia, ​​"that constitutes the most important part of humankind, not the torso, but the emotions."

Human beings with feelings will become fragile, and reason will collapse because of the truth that breaks through common sense. Human beings with feelings are also exceptionally strong. He knows who needs himself and he cannot leave.

Lin Banxia's memory contains the truth of the universe.

His truth has only three words, and those three words are Song Qingluo.

While the executor's responsibility as an inheritor changed back to being an ordinary person again, Lin Banxia got up and left again despite the obstruction of music.

He had to go back, this time leaving slightly longer than he expected.

It was night when I came back. There was no light in the yard and it was dark.

Lin Banxia pushed open the door and saw the man sitting by the bed. Although the room was dark, he recognized the appearance of the man at a glance and said, "Qing Luo..." He raised his hand and touched the wall. Go, want to touch the switch to turn on the light in the room.

"Don't turn on the light." Song Qingluo stopped him.

"What's the matter?" Lin Banxia moved slightly, "Qing Luo...?"

"Come here." Song Qingluo said. His voice was hoarse, without the usual temperature, it sounded a little strange at first.

Lin Banxia left without saying goodbye for a few days. In the end, he blamed himself, and whispered a little: "Qing Luo, I'm sorry, I should tell you before I leave..."

Song Qingluo said coldly: "Come here."

Lin Banxia counseled. This was the first time he heard Song Qingluo speaking in such a tone. This was indeed his fault. He thought it could be done before dawn, lest Song Qingluo was worried. A small accident, when the reaction came, it had been several days.

Lin Banxia hesitated for a moment, but still decided to admit his mistakes, heeded Song Qingluo's request, and came to him.

In front of it was dark, but Lin Banxia still felt Song Qingluo's knife-like sharp eyes, stabbing him in a knife.

Song Qingluo's hands are very cold, and his delicate long fingers slide down the inch of Lin Banxia's chin, from the neck to the throat knot, to the collarbone...

Lin Banxia felt something, his body shivered slightly, whispered: "Qing Luo?"

Song Qingluo calmly said: "You can refuse."

Lin Banxia froze: "You..." Some cold thing touched his ankle. Lin Banxia lowered his head and saw a silver chain reflecting the shining light under the pale moonlight.

"You can refuse now." Song Qingluo said, "I give you the power to refuse."

Lin Banxia instantly understood what Song Qingluo wanted to do.

Only after understanding, he was not angry, but more distressed and guilty. He knew that because of his sudden departure, Song Qingluo lost his sense of security...all his own fault.

Lin Banxia gave a slight sigh in his mouth and gently leaned his body against Song Qingluo. He didn't mean to struggle, but whispered: "Everything is okay, as long as you want to do it, you can ..."

Song Qingluo didn't answer. At the next moment, there was a clear drop of locks. Lin Banxia's ankles had a beautiful silver bracelet with a silver chain attached to the bracelet...

"Cheater." Song Qingluo said coldly, "You abhorrent liar." Obviously said that he would not leave, but he said goodbye. These three days are like Song Qingluo's days, countless terrible. Thoughts rolled in his mind, he even thought he would go crazy like this.

Lin Banxia felt his uneasiness, he did not distinguish, but bowed his head and used his lips to print on Song Qingluo's lips.

His lips carried the temperature of ordinary people, but Song Qingluo's lips were cold... It felt like Song Qingluo was more like that indifferent **** than him.

Looking back, everything became chaotic.

Three days of unrest and anger all vented on this clear night. The silver chain made a rustling sound, like a song that sounded like a human bone.

The next day, heavy rain.

The rain fell before dawn, accompanied by roaring thunder and the raging wind that swept everything.

In the mist, Lin Banxia opened his eyes and saw Song Qingluo staring at himself with his head down, no emotion in his black eyes.

"Good morning." Lin Banxia greeted him lazily.

"Good." Song Qingluo Xi's words are like gold.

"It's raining heavily outside," said Lin Banxia. "Did you not sleep for a while..." He remembered something, his cheeks flushed a little, muttering, "How long have I been sleeping."

"It didn't take long." Song Qingluo said, "A few hours." He lowered his eyes halfway, "Is the **** powerful?"

Lin Banxia said: "What?"

"There should be no need to rest." Rather than talking to Lin Banxia, ​​it was more like talking to yourself. Song Qingluo's fingers picked up a strand of Lin Linxia's hair. "No rest. ."

Lin Banxia noticed something and stammered with wide eyes: "No...no..."

Song Qingluo kissed and melted his rejection.

...

Ji Leshui hasn't seen Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo for several days. He began to think that they had something to go out, but there is no news until today. The worried Ji Leshui took out his mobile phone and called the two, but he heard the ringtone of the mobile phone coming from the room.

Didn't go out, Ji Leshui did not think much, raised his hand and knocked on the door and shouted: "Lin Banxia, ​​are you inside? Why don't you say anything?"

The bell in the room stopped. After a while, Lin Banxia's voice came: "Come in."

As soon as Ji Leshui pushed the door, the door opened. But as soon as he entered the room, he regretted it a little bit, because he saw Song Qingluo sitting on the bed smoking without a shirt on his upper body, while Lin Banxia was lying on the bed with a half-burning cigarette in his mouth. What's wrong?

"Hungry." Lin Banxia said lazily, "Have you eaten anything?"

"Yes, I just cooked the noodles." Ji Leshui and Lin Banxia have been friends for so many years. Looking at the people in front of them, they are a little strange.

Lin Banxia leaned on the head of the bed, and the blanket covered his body tightly, revealing only a half-white arm. His neck was covered with mottled red marks. An adult knew what it meant, and his eyes were lazy. Hanging, the color seems to be different from what you usually see, with some dark green light, like beautiful emerald.

This kind of Lin Banxia was never seen by Ji Leshui. He was a little uncomfortable and didn't know what to say for a while.

Fortunately, Lin Banxia didn't care. He spit a white cigarette and broke the silence: "Qing Luo, I'm hungry..." He said, leaning out his toes and nodding the waist of Song Qing Luo sitting next to him .

"Are you hungry?" Song Qingluo looked up. "What have you eaten in three days?"

Lin Banxia language stopper.

"Don't you eat?" Song Qingluo said lightly, "Then don't need to eat now." He turned his face blankly to Ji Leshui, "Is there anything else?"

Ji Leshui noticed the identity of his light bulb, and turned around to survive. Lin Banxia reached out and tried to stop him. But under Song Qingluo's cold eyes, he had no choice but to stop, mute. Dao: "I am light, I know the wrong, will you spare me this time?"

Song Qingluo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Just spare this time." Lin Banxia was dying. "Absolutely not... next time." He seemed to rub the back of Song Qingluo, whispering, "This time... even if I die, Will not leave you again."

Where was he willing to see Song Qingluo again?

As long as he can give Song Qingluo a sense of security, so that he no longer shows that look, he is willing to do anything. Even if he had a chain on his feet, even if he would never leave here, Lin Banxia would be happy.

Song Qingluo's eyes flashed slightly and said, "Are you hungry?"

Lin Banxia nodded quickly, a little wronged: "Really hungry."

Song Qingluo got up and went out. Although he didn't say it, Lin Banxia knew that he was going to get food for himself, so he stared at his back and hooked his mouth happily.