Chapter 42 Chapter41 Believers will be injured forever

On a rainy night, it was already late when I got home.Fortunately, the call came. Although tucked under the raincoat, the beauty masks that Yan Xi bought, Wang Qiang, Lvzhu, Hongxian, and Wenji were still wet.Those eyebrows and eyes seemed to be traced by real rouge, with some traces of melting away.Yan Xi frowned, stepped up to the attic, took out the heating fan for baking paintings, turned on the power at full power, and dried the mask. Ah Heng stared at the pair of slender hands holding the mask carefully approaching the fan, maintaining the posture for a long time without feeling bored.He has always been unbelievably persistent about the things he cares about.

Ah Heng smiled, glanced at him, and sat quietly on the sofa knitting a scarf. Yan Xi pouted: "Do you need to be so serious? For those one, two, three..." Ah Heng was surprised: "What one two three?" Yan Xi raised his eyebrows: "One is one, two is two, three is three!" Ah Heng chuckled: "Four or four!" What a mess. "The gray one is for Siwan?" Yan Xi squinted, with a bright color in his black eyes, slightly disdainful. A Heng was stunned, looked at the gray wool in his hand, and nodded vaguely. "Tch." He turned over Wen Ji's mask and pouted slightly.Thick, soft black hair covered his eyes, and he was too childish.

After a long time, the rain that had been outside the window for a long time became more compact with the strong wind, and there were also a lot of thunder and lightning, taking turns to fight. "It seems that the rain will not stop tonight." Ah Heng put away the knitting needles, raised his head slightly, and looked at Yan Xi with a smile. Yan Xi had already dried the mask, and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa at the moment, playing with the beauty mask in boredom.He played seriously and made up his mind to ignore Ah Heng. Ah Heng got up and yawned lightly: "You should rest earlier too." Turning around to leave, someone grabbed the hem of his clothes from behind.

"Aheng, I will sleep with you tonight." Ah Heng frowned: "Why?" Yan Xi pointed out the window, half sad, half serious: "It's raining." She turned around, patted the boy on the head, and said with a pleasant face, "You are a man and I am a woman, do you understand?" Yan Xi said righteously: "It's okay, it's the same if you are my son. I don't despise you as a woman." Ah Heng smiled slightly, and patted the boy's hand away: "Sorry, I despise you as a man." Turn around and go upstairs. When she turned on the radio, her favorite channel was just starting.

Last time, it was a mother who was worried about her daughter's puppy love who called the hotline; last time, it was a white-collar man under a lot of work pressure; this time, it was a wife whose husband had an affair. She didn't gossip so much that she was interested in other people's family affairs, but she just wanted to hear the expectant tone of those helpless people when they called.The last piece of driftwood you hold on to while drowning is nothing more than that.It was the moment when the slow electric current hit the eardrum, and the moist touch in the corners of the eyes could not be suppressed, just because I finally had the desire to confide in the loneliness and sadness, and it didn't matter whether the confidant sister or the confidant brother was confidant.

"Do you believe this?" Yan Xi stood at the door with her pillow in her arms, watching the radio with a dry tone. Ah Heng raised his eyes, and saw that young man, wearing soft pajamas, with quiet eyes and a sad look. She pursed her lips and smiled: "Listening to this is just a habit. What's more, it doesn't matter whether I believe it or not, does it?" The important thing is whether the person who confides still has the instinct and impulse to trust others. "However, if people's suffering can be solved with a few words, in that case, will this world still be decent?" He said flatly, with a hint of coldness.

"What is a decent world?" Ah Heng narrowed his eyes. "The appearance of the weak preying on the strong, the appearance of traps everywhere..." Yan Xi smiled lightly, the skin on the palm of his hand shrunk, "bring you a lot of warmth, and then use the reality that is a hundred times crueler than warmth to mercilessly disintegrate and destroy it in an instant The appearance; the appearance that allows you to resist when fate bullies you, but brings more insults when you resist; the appearance that the whole world regards you as a monster when you want to live well for a warm reason. "

Ah Heng frowned and remained silent, thinking about something. He stepped forward, knelt gently on the bed, and looked at her with a smile: "Ah Heng, I am more afraid of your appearance and the way you think about things than the appearance of this world. It seems that in the next second, you will be seen through." Aheng stared at him with delicate and clear eyes, and frowned: "Yanxi, what you are afraid of is not me, but yourself... I was just thinking about why you suddenly appeared in my room." He held a bucket of milk biscuits in his right hand, and handed it over, a little embarrassed: "May I ask you, do you want some biscuits?"

What a lousy excuse.Ah Heng sighed, smiled, and gently moved to the right under the blanket: "Come in, it's cold outside." "I'm really just asking if you want to eat biscuits." He moved his face to the side, blushed a little and got in, carefully closed his eyes, but didn't touch the corner of A Heng's clothes. "I know." Ah Heng pulled up the quilt to cover him, and pulled the cord of the desk lamp. "Do you still want to listen to this?" In the dark, Yan Xi put his finger on the "Stop" button of the radio.On the radio, a man's characteristic warm and magnetic voice slowly came. The hotline call came to an end, and he was playing some popular music.

"These songs will make you insomnia." Yan Xi's head sank on the soft pillow, "How can there be so many people who can't die after being broken up in love, come out to sing love songs when they have nothing to do?" Ah Heng sneered, and got used to it.Stretching out his arm, he turned off the radio through Yanxi, but he touched the clear and delicate finger bones. She stopped, breathed, retracted her hand, and said flatly: "Shut it down." Then, he closed his eyes, but the fingertips of his left hand felt a little numb. "Aheng, is there any good fisherman's song in Wushui?" He rustled, turned over, and turned his back to Aheng.

Ah Heng bent his lips: "Forget it... yes." She asked him, "Do you want to listen?" Yanxi reached out, gently held her hand and wrapped it in the palm of her hand, gently shaking it up and down, nodding. Her voice is soft and waxy, which is actually not suitable for singing clear fisherman's songs.However, even if he was out of tune and extremely unpleasant, he was only allowed to listen to it. "In Wumo mountain, in Wumo, in Wumo girl, let's sing, reunite on the song stage to be happy, and fish from all directions will come; to sing, to sing fisherman's song, to plant flowers, to plant Row to row, thrush is not called dull, sing a folk song, cheer up..." Yan Xi chuckled: "Hey, sure enough, I'm more suitable for listening to rock." Ah Heng paused, and opened his eyes, which were bright and painful: "Yanxi, do you still want to listen to the following?" Yan Xi held her hand, every inch of her knuckles was almost hot, she shook her fingers slightly, in a gesture of shaking her head. Ah Heng was silent, turning his eyes slightly, that young man, with peaceful eyes, was about to fall into a deep sleep at any time. Suddenly, she had a crazy thought, and it kept echoing in her mind. Is this the only chance in this life that she can sing to him? She opened her mouth, which seemed to be the beginning of a gentle and clear voice, but her throat was always hoarse, her mouth was in the right shape, and there was no sound. She wanted to finish singing this fisherman's song silently, just for the sake of this young man beside her, he was fixed in her heart, such a beautiful time, how rare. If a person knows how to match a hundred years. He would never know the second half of the song, no matter how mellow, she thought.Then, fell asleep. That night, I slept really soundly. However, after an unknown amount of time, as if the clock was about to slow down, that him sat up quietly, and gently let go of her hand that was held in his palm. He curled up his legs, with slender knuckles, covering her sleeping brows and eyes, and smiled nicely: "A Heng, I'll tell you a story, please listen obediently, okay?" He smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his expression couldn't be more clean. He said, Ah Heng, do you know what is the fastest way to destroy a man's dignity?Ah Heng, let me tell you, it's very simple, just find a group of people, when he is conscious and can struggle, rape him in turn until he can't struggle; when he loses consciousness, pour cold water on him to wake him up She clearly watched herself being raped by a group of... men. He said, Ah Heng, especially the person who instigated all this is your most trusted and respected person. He said, Ah Heng, I lied, I told my grandpa that I did it by myself.Grandpa asked me what that person looked like, and then, my head hurt so much.So much rain, so many people, which one should I say?The one with the long whiskers, or the one with the hooked nose?Is it the wart over my left eye that turns red when I orgasm, or the one that broke my ribs?I could see it so clearly that I could draw it stroke by stroke, but I couldn't describe it to Grandpa.Strange isn't it... He said, Ah Heng, Siwan also knows about it.I lied to him too, I said a woman did it, then I said I was drugged.But, Ah Heng, in fact, I have not been drugged, so sober... He said, Ah Heng, my Ah Heng, will you be like Lin Wanwan, when you learned the inside story from Siwan, you looked at me sympathetically but kept holding back the vomiting, would you... He said, Ah Heng, if I don't lie to you, even you think I'm dirty?Will it... He pressed his right palm on the pillow, supported his whole body, bare his ankles, and looked at Ah Heng quietly, just like that, the silence that stopped time, staring at her closely, is the sadness and despair of a trapped animal. Ah Heng, Ah Heng, if you believe in someone, you will be hurt.If I don't trust people, I won't be sad. Ah Heng, if it were you, I would rather not believe it.