Floating Perfume Shop

Chapter 30 Black Chess White Chess

The dark dusk is as dim as an old photo from ten years ago.

The wind in the garden carries the unique incense of the equator, sneaks into the room through the gap of the window, and blends into the fiery aroma.

The young man was lying on the bed, with his head buried in the white and soft pillow. From a distance, he seemed to be in a deep sleep.It was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop on the ground.The young man whimpered, turned his body slowly, exerted strength on his elbows, and tried to sit up.

The pain of tearing, as if every bone has been smashed and reassembled.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, and his hands were tied in a knot with a tie.Probably because they were afraid of the extra pain caused by the abrasion of the skin, the knot was not too tight, but the injection and the hot aroma made this body weak and weak.

The white sheet was lifted, and all the evidence of the crime was clearly revealed.Those sweet, gentle, harsh, and painful marks stretched all the way from the back to the narrow waist, silently proclaiming the humiliation and violation of the past.

Xiao Chongyun tried twice before he half-supported himself up, trying his best in every movement.He first grabbed the white bed sheet, then groped for the white headpost, and stopped for a minute, as if his body froze.Then, as if he had made up his mind, he bumped his head upward with all his might.

The oak pillars made a dull sound, and the young man showed pain.

The muscles relaxed by the drug could not provide the proper traction, and this level of impact could not cause substantial damage. Xiao Chongyun stopped for a while, gathered his strength, and slammed past again.

He can't remember how many times he hit it.I just feel that after that night, this body no longer belongs to me, and all pain, humiliation, love and hatred should return to nothingness with the destruction of this body.He wasn't even sure what time it was, because when Zhang Wenshan was around, it was always dark.

The severe pain and dizziness caused by the impact even comforted him.As long as a person wants to die, there is always a way.

When the consciousness was floating in nothingness, in a corner of the room, the sound of a chair being pulled away sounded.

Someone stood up, and the dull sound of shoes crossed the room, all the way behind him.

When Xiao Chongyun was struggling to slam into the outside, he held his waist with both hands, pulled him back, and forced him to stay away from the hard object in front of him.

Zhang Wenshan is still there, he hasn't left yet.

"Everyone in the world says that I betray you, but you want to die and make a final conclusion. How can it be so easy?" The magic voice is right next to your ear, with warm air blowing over your earlobe, almost whispering, "Even if you die, as you I will also bury you. I will write a heartfelt eulogy for you and tell everyone about the past. I will truthfully confess my evil and expose your hypocrisy. I chose a long time ago There are two cemeteries, one on the left and the other on the right. I will bury you on the left, and after reading the eulogy, I will go to the right to find you."

There was a wet and cool mark on the bruised forehead, which was about a kiss: "How is it, my dear brother, do you still want to die?"

The young man whimpered, and Zhang Wenshan stuck close to him, listening carefully.

"Zhang Song?" he asked, "Are you still worried about your puppy?"

Zhang Wenshan stretched out his arms and picked up the young man on the bed.

"I didn't intend to tell you, but since you don't want to stay so much, you might as well tell you now."

The cloth strips covering his eyes fell down, and the light fell into his eyes, and Xiao Chongyun realized that it was dusk.

Long, dark clouds pressed down from the horizon and were burnt yellow by the setting sun.He was still in the original room and never left.The desk was exactly the same as before, the collection of poems and curtains were exactly the same, and the bright red light in the setting sun fell on the white sheets, as if it was a shocking bloodstain.

The alcohol smell on Zhang Wenshan did not subside.During this time, he had been drinking on his body, and then half hugged Xiao Chongyun, opened his mouth with his fingers, and raised the bottle to feed him.At first he didn't know what the liquid he was choking on was, and then the smoky smell of alcohol directly invaded his chaotic mind.Alcohol is a placebo for the soul, and under the paralysis of alcohol, people can do anything and bear everything.

This is probably why Zhang Wenshan fed him alcohol from the very beginning.

If destroying the body can destroy those unbearable scenes, Xiao Chongyun thought, he is very willing.

But Zhang Song, what happened to Zhang Song?

The body was hugged and covered with a wind-shielding coat.The temperature in the tropics is always high, but the air conditioner in the room is turned on too much, so it is easy to feel cold.Downstairs is a small living room facing a small garden.This manor is very large, but the living room in the main building is very small. The garden outside the living room is like a pocket art bonsai.Against the wall is a group of off-white fabric sofas, covered with dark yellow crochet hanging silk sofa covers that were popular many years ago. The floor-to-ceiling windows are tall and narrow, facing the garden. There is a low table next to the window and a pot of delicate bluegrass .

Zhang Wenshan stopped his feet slightly on the stairs, as if looking at the dusk scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window, then bent down, put him on the sofa, and used the remote control to turn on the TV opposite the sofa.Although Xiao Chongyun's health has not been very good in the past few years, as an adult man, he is not light. Zhang Wenshan must be different from him in the past few years, and he has maintained his fitness well.

The sofa is probably often sat on by people, the sponge is very soft, and the middle part has collapsed.Xiao Chongyun felt a sense of familiarity when he remembered the sound of the TV.He suddenly remembered that this was the suite where his mother lived in the ancestral home in Nanyang.That pocket-sized western-style building was hidden deep in the courtyard of the deep house, and there were several bodyguards coming in and out. Even when he went out to bother Zhang Wenshan, someone called the housekeeper to report.

Once my mother hugged him, discerning the scent of fresh flowers and plants in the small garden. The flowers and plants grow tall in summer, and the corner where they are can not be seen from the outside.Mother's class was very long and lasted until dusk. Suddenly, a group of people with live ammunition rushed in from the garden, shouting that the wife and the second son had disappeared.He has seen those people before, the uncle who delivers newspapers to the small foreign building every day, the big brother who delivers milk, and the sister who cleans, but he has never seen them holding guns before.

Mother carried him out from behind the weeds and bushes, and the noise stopped.

Xiao Chongyun was still young, and in the silence of everything, he burst into tears.

He didn't remember his mother's reaction at the time, but he only remembered his father nodding his head across the crowd, and everyone backed away.Zhang Wenshan came out from behind his father and walked towards him.At that time, Zhang Wenshan was still surnamed Xiao, and he was still a teenager, always wearing a white shirt and gloomyly reading books on the second floor of the main building.People say that the eldest young master's mother's family has a big business and will inherit the Xiao family in the future, which is fundamentally different from the second young master brought back from outside.Besides, the second young master was already three years old when he picked it up, so it's hard to say whether it's his own.

"The master is so cruel, how could he give birth to a crying bag outside," the servants often said in private, "It's not because he spoils the madam, what the madam says is what."

"It's not good to be spoiled too much. Do you think Madam has received half of the affection?"

Xiao Chongyun didn't know who Zhang Wenshan's mother was and where it came from when he was a child.He only knew that his mother died, his father married his mother, and he had an extra brother.

The teenager picked him up, carried him all the way to the small living room, and put him on the sofa.

My mother followed my father, and he sat on the sofa crying, so Zhang Wenshan turned on the TV, tuned the channels up and down, looking for cartoons.After searching twice, they were all in English and Malay, and Xiao Chongyun cried even harder, so he sat down next to the sofa and watched him cry.After a while he took out a book from his pocket: "I tore an origami airplane for you."

The book is only the size of a palm, and because I always carry it with me, the paper is very soft, which is not suitable for origami.Xiao Chongyun folded four or five paper airplanes, but none of them could fly, so he cried again.Zhang Wenshan took the book back and folded it silently for him without saying a word, leaving pieces of paper all over the floor.

Xiao Chongyun asked: "Brother, what book are you reading?"

Zhang Wenshan said: "Dai Wangshu's poetry collection."

"Does it look good?"

"It doesn't look good, I'll fold the plane for you."

Xiao Chongyun remembered that it was this living room.Although the furniture and utensils are different from the previous ones, it is this small living room, such a small garden and plants, and such an old-fashioned TV set.

Zhang Wenshan sat beside him and watched with him.

The TV turned on the snowflakes, and the picture appeared.The set-top box recorded a piece of local news, which was probably broadcast in the morning.First, there is a white ward with busy medical staff. Because it is a Chinese program, the anchor speaks Chinese. It seems that a Chinese teenager came to Kuala Lumpur to participate in a TV program. There was a car accident and the driver escaped.The boy is negative for the rare panda blood, and the blood bank was not enough during the rescue, so he is recruiting volunteers from the local Chinese.

The camera shot on the young man's pale face and closed eyes, Xiao Chongyun's blood went cold all over his body.

Before he could react, his body rushed forward, but his arms were clamped.Zhang Wenshan grabbed him tightly and pulled him back onto the sofa. When he let go, his skin was blue and purple.

He put his arms around the young man's waist, like close brothers or friends sitting on the sofa watching TV, discussing the news he saw by chance: "Your student has been in a coma for several days. Recently, Rh-negative blood ischemia. During the rescue He survived, but the person has not yet woken up, any danger, he may not be able to survive."

anger.

Xiao Chongyun was trembling with anger, he turned around and punched the man next to him in the lower abdomen.

That punch used all the strength of his body, but was followed by someone halfway: "Hate me?"

Xiao Chongyun stood up and walked towards the door.

He stumbled, bumped into the corner of the sofa, and knocked down the orchid. The flower pot fell to the ground with a bang, and the flowers and thin leaves broke off in the soil, making a mess.He knelt down and picked up a sharp piece of pottery, holding it in his hand.

Zhang Wenshan was behind him, smiling and asking him where he was going.

where to go?

If you remember correctly, the same room layout, the same small garden, and a revolving glass door next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.Push the door to go out, and you can see a brick path leading to a small wooden fence gate at the end of the garden.

At that moment, Xiao Chongyun thought that what he was holding in his hand was not a fragment of a flower pot, but a knife.He wanted to find his students, and he would kill anyone who stopped him at the small gate.

It is indeed the same revolving door, with the same ceramic wind chimes hanging, and the same red brick path.

At the end of the road is a wall made of the same red bricks, covered with dark green creepers.

"There is no door," the pottery piece fell from his hands, and Xiao Chongyun knelt on the ground in despair, "There is no door."

With the coat draped over his body from behind, Zhang Wenshan agreed: "Of course there is no way. After all, I can't find a way out of that old dream back then."

"Want to go for a walk in the garden," he said gently, "at least put on some clothes."

"He never did," Xiao Chongyun murmured, "He never said that he has a rare blood type. In the past, he was allowed to do everything, even repairing electric heaters and scratching his hand, so he just put a Band-Aid on it..."

"No," Xiao Chongyun shook his head to himself, "You can't keep me locked up for too long. I went abroad through legal procedures, and the camera crew will definitely notice that I'm missing, they will call the police, and my friends will look for me...you are not as good as now Let me go and let me meet my students..."

"You are wrong, naive brother, you haven't understood yet," Zhang Wenshan sighed, "This is a game of chess. I have already placed the last piece, all white pieces are dead, and the middle game is lost. But the good news is that I happened to There are a few friends who are all Rh-negative blood type and eligible for blood donation. They are very loyal friends, and they will show up at the hospital where the accident happened within 10 minutes with just a phone call."

"I'd love to make the call, and you just have to do two things, it's easy for you."