Chapter 109

It's only 11pm and many people are still up.

Jiang Yu gets along well with everyone, and the circle of friends rarely blocks people, so this photo was seen by many people as soon as it was posted.

The red dot keeps increasing.

Everyone who knows Jiang Yu will know that he is his dog, and before long, everyone will know that he is his dog.

From now on, when other people mention Jiang Yu's dog, they will only think of him.

He will replace that stupid dog.

He... is looking forward to it.

Zhuang Lian curled his lips, his pupils dilated and his breathing quickened due to his nerves, and he stared at the screen. The dancing red dots were reflected in the bottom of his pupils, turning into a vile light of excitement.

Baby.Zhuang Lian lovingly held these two words between his lips and teeth, eyes full of obsession, lowered his head, slowly rubbed his pale lips against Jiang Yu's soft and handsome cheek, and breathed hotly.

The rustling movement did not disturb Jiang Yu, he raised his hand and scratched the itchy place, sank into the soft mattress, fell asleep soundly with his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed from sleep soon.

The phone started to light up continuously, but unfortunately, its ringtone and vibration have been turned off, which did not attract the attention of the people in the room.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the phone completely stopped.

Zhuang Lian wrapped tightly around Jiang Yu's body, kissing Jiang Yu's lips reverently and obsessively.

"Baby."

He murmured, "I am, your dog."

Jiang Yu was sleeping soundly in his arms without realizing it, with a sound on his face.

He was dreaming again.

In this dream, he and Zhuang Lian were sitting in a spacious and bright library.

This library is the largest library in Xicheng District. It was renovated some time ago, and it is quite different from the dilapidated and narrow image before.

Today is the weekend, and there are many people coming to the library, but there are only the two of them in this corner.

Jiang Yu buried his head in his homework, but his left hand was hanging under the table, secretly holding hands with Zhuang Lian.

The whole arm being held was numb and stiff.

Jiang Yu blushed his ears, rolled down his thick curly eyelashes, and secretly looked at Zhuang Lian again.

In front of Zhuang Lian was the math paper for his monthly exam, and he concentrated on helping him sort out the wrong questions this time. He held Jiang Yu's hand with his right hand, and wrote on the wrong question set with his left hand.Iron painted silver hooks, like beginners who have just come into contact with Chinese characters, very correct.

Jiang Yu pursed his lower lip, pursed the uncontrollable arc of his lips, shook his left hand, moved closer, and then whispered, "Zhuang Lian, when did you know how to write with your left hand?"

Zhuang Lian was silent for two seconds before whispering, "...the last two days."

They only made an appointment two days ago to come to the library for a date on the weekend. Jiang Yu pursed his lips and smiled slyly, and said, "Why do you want to study?"

"..." The slightly long forehead blocked Zhuang Lian's gloomy eyes, he turned his face slightly to Jiang Yu, looked at him and said softly, "Because only in this way can I hold your hand forever."

"Jiang Yu."

He said, his voice was softer than before, "I... don't want to let go of your hand."

Jiang Yu felt a hot feeling from the base of his ear to his cheek in an instant, turned his head back "swish", and stared at the exercise book in front of him with a shy face, feeling a little flustered.

Was Zhuang Lian talking about love just now?

Jiang Yu touched his hot face, pinched the pen and scratched randomly on the draft paper twice, felt that Zhuang Lian pinched his fingertips, still shy, but brave enough, and said, "Then don't let go.”

No one came to this corner, and the tall bookshelves blocked their figures. Others would not know that there were two people here unless they walked around the bookshelves.

The afternoon sun slanted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him, and the green plants couldn't block the sun, so he was too hot. Jiang Yu found an abandoned parasol behind the green plants and propped it up to cover his face.

The parasol is not big, and two big boys have to squeeze together to cover it.

Jiang Yu and Zhuang Lian stuck close together, taking a nap on the table, not sure if it was intentional or unintentional, but they just occupied Zhuang Lian's place anyway.

It was summer, and the air-conditioning in this corner was insufficient and very hot.

When Jiang Yu fell asleep, he felt that someone was wiping his sweat, and soon there was a cool breeze, which made him very comfortable. When he opened his eyes, he found that Zhuang Lian was fanning him with a draft notebook.

Jiang Yu was so hot that his hair roots were wet with sweat, but Zhuang Lian looked hotter than him, he was a little distressed and didn't let Zhuang Lian continue.

Zhuang Lian touched his wet forehead, got up and went out in silence, Jiang Yu followed him and turned his head, and saw him come back after a while, holding a newly bought mini electric fan in his hand, put it onIn front of Jiang Yu, he said softly, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Yu didn't close his eyes this time, and played with Zhuang Lian's index finger for a while, motioning him to get down too, before saying, "Call me."

"Jiang Yu." Zhuang Lian's gloomy eyes reflected his face, and quickly called Jiang Yu's name.

Jiang Yu shook his head and said, "No."

Zhuang Lian looked at him silently.

"My family calls me Xiaobao, my friends call me Xiaoyu, and only other people call me by my name." Jiang Yu wrinkled his nose, quickly raised his eyelashes to look at Zhuang Lian, and muttered softly, "Fool."

"What's that called?"

"……have no idea."

Jiang Yu and Zhuang Lian looked at each other for a long time, and then looked away first.

Zhuang Lian paused for a long time, then suddenly said, "Baby."

"May I call you that?"

"……Um."

When Jiang Yu fell into a sweet dream, Zhuang Lian managed to sleep for two hours.

He doesn't sleep well.

In just two hours, he dreamed those things again.

car accident.

On the urn, the photo of the beloved teenager.

These flashed by in his dream, and the highlight of this dream came later.

mental hospital.

Zhuang Lian was naked all over, except for a straitjacket.

He was tightly tied to the hospital bed by a restraint garment, and the strong nurse fed him the medicine for treating mental illness, and stretched his fingers into his mouth and throat to check whether he had swallowed all the pills.

This is the third year that Zhuang Lian failed to avenge his beloved boy, and he was put into a mental hospital for "treatment" by those people.

When his attending doctor "treated" him, he always hypnotized him intentionally or unintentionally; there was a videotape recording the car accident in his ward, including the last videotape of the teenager before he was dying——

Zhuang Yao's body was not suitable for an immediate operation, so the young man was hanged by them, suffering in pain on the hospital bed, in a daze, the young man looked at Zhuang Lian through the camera absently.

They were trying to torture him into a real psycho.

Zhuang Lian's spirit was about to collapse, but he wasn't crazy.

"Zhuang Lian." Zhuang Lian seemed to hear Jiang Yu's voice again, because he always had hallucinations, so he just closed his eyes and heard that voice confess to him, "I like you."

"Do you want to stay with me?"

Immediately afterwards, there was another angry voice, "Zhuang Lian, if they bully you, we will go to Mr. Wen."

He didn't know what he said, Jiang Yu's voice softened, "I know, I have a way, Mr. Wen will definitely help you."

Then, there was the sound of tires rubbing against the ground and stopping abruptly.

Zhuang Lian opened his eyes, and returned to the scene of the car accident in the grotesque and chaotic dream, and the dazzling bright red blood filled his eyeballs again.

"Zhuang Lian..."

Zhuang Lian tightened his jaw, his pupils locked tightly, and his violence surged up.

he.

Died again.

die before him.

——

When Jiang Yu woke up, he was still in a daze. He turned his head and bumped into Zhuang Lian's deep black eyes staring at him non-stop. He was startled, and his drowsiness dissipated a little.

Zhuang Lian lowered his eyelids, his eyes were blurred, and he rubbed his fingers on the side of his neck morbidly obsessively, "Baby."

He muttered to himself in a low, stagnant, painful voice, "Are you really, alive?"

"Zhuang Lian?" Jiang Yu hadn't escaped from the beauty of the dream. Seeing him like this, his heart suddenly jumped, beating a little fast, and his face showed anxiety, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhuang Lian's eyes were dead silent, sitting beside him, his face was pale, like a cold sculpture.

But his expression was the opposite of the rigidity of the sculpture. His expression was almost cracked, distorted and frightening, his eyes staring at Jiang Yu were bloodshot, his lips and jaw trembled violently out of forbearance.

...like a madman.

This thought quickly flashed through Jiang Yu's mind, and he was so frightened by Zhuang Lian that he felt chills all over his body.

After a while, Zhuang Lian stood up abruptly, and walked into the bathroom under Jiang Yu's suspicious gaze. Immediately afterwards, he heard a clanging sound coming from the bathroom, which seemed to be venting.

Jiang Yu trembled with fright at such a voice, and now he was completely withdrawn from the dream.

——That's not Zhuang Lian.

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, turned his head and saw the mobile phone that Zhuang Lian put on the bedside, paused, quickly glanced in the direction of the bathroom, took it quickly and got back under the covers.

He wants to contact Mr. Wen!

Jiang Yu couldn't contain his excitement, his fingers were trembling, and he quickly checked the time: 1:15 in the morning.

It is still evening in Italy.

Jiang Yu was planning to find Qin Sheng, but he was quickly stunned.

Because he saw dozens of missed calls, all from his brother.

In addition, there are hundreds of unread messages on WeChat from more than half of his WeChat friends.

Jiang Yu suddenly felt bad, and quickly opened WeChat.

Chu Yingying:???

Xue Ran: Blessings, 999999999999

Tong Tong: Zhuang Lian is back?You got back together?You guys are playing wild.

Gu Rong: 6.

Ye Nan: Doraemon Surprised.JPG

Bailing: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck in your circle of friends!

Jiang Yu's eyelids twitched when he saw Bai Ling's message box, and immediately clicked on Moments, and finally saw the photo he posted in Moments two hours ago.

Jiang Yu: My dog."picture"

No one is blocked.

The long list of likes and comments below was almost endless, and Jiang Yu saw Lao Shu's name at a glance.

Lao Shu: [Little Soybean is surprised]

"..."

In this photo, Zhuang Lian took the bedding and himself clearly, but Jiang Yu had no memory of when Zhuang Lian took this photo, and even sent it out.

He froze for a moment, and soon his fingers trembled with anger, and he deleted the post.

After deleting, he stopped, thinking very anxiously: Have Mr. Jiang and Ms. Wen Shan seen this circle of friends?

What will they think when they see it?