Wanderer

Chapter 50 Moths

For a long time, Wen Hai's parents felt that Wen Hai had some kind of congenital physical disorder.The most lovable age for a child, he sees the elders do not speak, do not laugh, and hide themselves in a hidden corner, other children will play with toys by themselves like this, but he just sits there, motionless daze.

At first, Yan Wan thought he had autism, but later she found out that Wen Hai was hiding from Wen Zefeng——you can’t hide, Wen Zefeng can’t see Wen Hai easily, and when he sees him, he has to beat people to pieces. She wanted to stop She couldn't stop it...Of course, she didn't see Wen Hai easily, and she saw it in a hurry, and she didn't have time to care, let alone beat and scold her.

"Don't you like Dad?" Yan Wan asked him.

Wen Hai developed early, the six-year-old boy was eight years old, and a well-known cartoon was playing on the TV. Without looking up, he turned a page of the gun magazine he took from Qi Jian's house, and asked: "Does he like me?"

Yan Wan looked at her son speechlessly——she wandered around the studio and various shows all the year round, and hadn’t been home for a long time. I don’t know when Wen Hai had become like this. Like himself and not like Wen Zefeng, he is a brand new person—blood relationship is really an inexplicable thing.

"Father is coming back today, you two don't mind me, I'll go to Uncle Qi Jian's house." Wen Hai sensiblely put away the magazine, jumped off the sofa, "Also, I'm in elementary school now, don't tell me next time Wrong way."

The door slammed lightly, and Yan Wan cast her eyes at the bag she brought back at a loss, which contained the clothes she gave Wen Haidai, but it was a pity that she was too small.

Qi Jian is Qi Jun's older brother, who is five years older than Wen Zefeng and Qi Jun. He is also a policeman. Like his younger brother, he implements late marriage and late childbearing very well. He has a entangled girlfriend. After nearly ten years of cooperation, it was finally broken.His daily hobbies are playing gunfight games and playing Wenhai, and he enjoys playing various tricks.

Qi Jun used the title of "Godfather" to take advantage of his head and not do anything. Qi Jian, who was in his thirties, was shameless and kept forcing Wen Hai to call himself "Big Brother Qi", but he raised Wen Hai as his own son. He squeezed Wen Hai's face, and laughed loudly: "Son, when you grow up, become a policeman. You will inherit your father's career. You'll be old enough to touch real guns!"

Wen Hai was fiddling with a toy gun, and nodded without hesitation: "Okay, I'll be a policeman."

Qi Jian's expression froze, and he said with a dry smile, "Don't tell your family what you said. I heard that the old man will beat me to death. We will not be a policeman. We will study abroad and make a lot of money in the future. This job is not done by humans."

"Aren't you human?"

"It's almost gone." Qi Jian said with a bitter face, "If you work overtime, your father will die in front of the desk."

A few years after Qi Jian died suddenly in the office due to acute myocardial infarction, Wen Hai learned a word called "a word becomes a prophecy", and some words really can't be said indiscriminately.

Wen Hai remembered the indicator light, it went out, and a doctor came out and sighed: "We tried our best, but the rescue was not timely, and the best time was missed... Please forgive me."

It was the same scene now, the lights went out, and a person came out with a happy face: "Thank you for your timely rescue this time, the patient is out of danger."

Captain Fang's younger brother also rushed over, heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this sentence, and squatted on the ground as if collapsed, muttering to himself: "Thank God, thank God..."

He turned his head to look at Wen Hai who was still standing there in a daze, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you so much, you are my brother's savior! We all thank you!"

Wen Hai couldn't hear what he said, he moved mechanically and numbly, handed over the completed hospitalization procedures to Captain Fang's younger brother, checked the situation of Shuixiu, called Chai Fanwen to report that he was safe, and then excused himself to leave. Leave Captain Fang to his family, calm and indifferent, like a precise and cold metal instrument.

When he finally regained his consciousness, there were two empty liquor bottles in front of him. The tavern opposite the hospital bought all low-quality liquor. The only thing he could rest assured was that he would be rescued in time if he was poisoned by industrial alcohol.He sat silently by the window, not far away was the waiter who carefully looked at him, probably thinking him as some kind of psychopath.

"Ah...it's all about life." The boss may be used to seeing this distraught look, and advised him earnestly: "Life and death are fate, if you spoil yourself like this, people who leave will not feel at ease."

Wen Hai drank alcohol on an empty stomach, and the fire from the light burned into his stomach. He was sweating from the pain, but he just continued to drink with a blank expression. knife.

It's almost ten o'clock, and there are still cars coming and going at the entrance of the hospital. There are a few cars that look like hearses, but the people who get off are all people, and they don't look like people.

The phone rang, it was Qi Jun, and it seemed that he had also heard about Captain Fang.Wen Hai answered the phone, without waiting for the other party to speak, he said first: "The person is fine, he has been rescued."

"I know." Qi Jun's voice was rarely serious and eager, "Where are you?"

"..."

"Where the fuck are you now?!"

"...I don't know." Wen Hai looked down at the cover of the menu in hand, "It's opposite the hospital... Xiangwei Kitchen."

Less than 2 minutes after the phone was hung up, Qi Jun strode in, wrapped in summer heat, saw the empty wine bottle in front of Wen Hai, frowned and said, "If you want alcohol poisoning, you can ask me for it directly, what do you pay for it? "

Wen Hai closed his eyes: "I'm not in the mood to chat with you right now."

Qi Jun sat across from him, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No."

"Want to cry?"

"No."

"He was rescued? Meng Hao has always regarded my brother as an idol since he was in college, and imitated my brother everywhere, and now he has suffered this shit once, so it can be regarded as..." Qi Jun sighed and said in a tone There was no strange meaning, "He is still better off than my brother."

Wen Hai smiled inexplicably, nodded and said: "Yes, it's just a heart attack, and it will be fine if you rescue it in time."

After finishing speaking, he threw down a bill, got up and walked out quickly, leaning on the lush weeping willow tree by the roadside, and began to retch heart-piercingly.

Qi Jun looked at his curled up silhouette from a distance, and remembered that there was a child who knelt in front of Qi Jian's urn and refused to get up, so he went to ask him, why didn't you get up?

The child said, I will be like Uncle Qi in the future, but there should not be so many people at my funeral, they are very noisy.

He always thought it was a child's joke, but it was not.

Wen Hai leaned back on the co-pilot exhausted. He didn't spit out anything, but he almost pulled out blood from his throat. His voice was rough and hoarse: "Just find a hotel, I don't want to go back today."

Qi Jun ignored him, turned on the turn signal, and continued to drive towards Wen Hai's house, and asked, "That kid still lives at your house? He finished the college entrance examination today, you don't want him to see you like this, do you?" ?”

Wen Hai didn't answer, but shrank to the side.

Qi Jun sneered, mocking and sad: "Do you remember that my brother has a girlfriend? That girl and my brother have been together for almost ten years, from eighteen to twenty-eight. She went to my house regularly to propose marriage, and was kept by my brother. Blocking, every time he quarreled with a girl and broke up, he would go out to drink alone, drinking worse than you. Every time I moved him home and asked him why he did this, he said he couldn't delay that girl, How good that girl is, how stupid he is, he is so kind to the girl, but he keeps pushing people away, do you know what this is? This is fucking cheap."

"..."

"Later, I asked someone to inquire. After my brother died, the girl had never been married. She adopted a little girl named Qi, because my brother liked daughters, and now he followed her to go abroad. That's how it will be in this life." Qi Jun Stopped the car, "Do you think that girl was delayed by my brother?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." Wen Hai whispered, "He will be better, I'm not that person."

Qi Jun lit a cigarette, handed the cigarette to Wen Hai, and repeated it playfully: "There will be better ones? Xiao Hai, so many people who have been lying on the dissecting table deserve better ones, but people are just like that in this life." A little bit of luck and time, and it's gone."

Wen Hai took the cigarette without moving, and directly pinched the cigarette with his fingers. He also learned this action from Qi Jian. Qi Jian did it to play cool, and he did it to refresh himself. After coughing a few times, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go back first...thank you."

"..." Qi Jun looked a little eager to do something, he took a breath between the cigarettes, and sighed: "I'm convinced, you are really fucking brought up by my brother."

Wen Hai showed a weak smile: "No, my life is better than his."

The examination rooms for the college entrance examination were scattered in different schools. Bai Yunqi stayed in No. [-] Middle School alone, and the other three all went to the Experimental High School in the west of the city. He didn't know anyone else well, so he didn't go out to spend the night with the students who were going to have a graduation party. , I have fallen asleep now.Hearing the opening of the door, he ran out in a hurry without putting on his shoes. He smelled the alcohol on Wen Hai's body first, and quickly asked, "Didn't you go to work overtime? How much did you drink? Do you need stomach medicine?"

Wen Hai used to practice drinking because of being an undercover agent. Red, white, beer, and yellow can drink two catties together. Although he was drunk at the moment, he was completely conscious. He pulled off his tie and hung it on the hanger, saying: "It's okay...you go to sleep first."

Bai Yunqi looked hesitant, still standing in the living room, echoing the prickly pear opposite him.

"Then help me pour me a glass of water." Wen Hai coughed a few times, and his voice became more and more like a handful of gravel rubbed with glass shards, "I'll take a bath first."

After pouring the water, Bai Yunqi sat on the sofa and pinched his watch. Wen Hai, who usually took a shower for at most 10 minutes, stayed in the bathroom for half an hour. When he came out, his hair was still dripping with water, and his T-shirt was still half dry On the body, he absently pushed open the door of the master bedroom, without looking at Bai Yunqi at all.

After hesitating for a while, Bai Yunqi mixed some hot water into the cup, knocked on Wenhai's door with the cup, and said in a low voice, "Brother Wen, drink some water, you will get thirsty after drinking. "

After a while, Wen Hai's voice was sober and deep: "Come in."

The man was lying on his side on the bed, his eyes were like two dim candles, the blanket was loosely draped around his waist, his breathing was much heavier than usual, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

Worried about disturbing him, Bai Yunqi put the cup on the bedside table, said "good night" in a low voice, and turned to leave.

Wen Hai grabbed his hand and said softly, "I know everything."

This sentence was inexplicable, with no beginning or end, but Bai Yunqi understood everything.

He counted the seconds and turned around, counted the seconds and looked at Wen Hai, and finally lost all his patience and reason when Wen Hai let go of his hand, knelt down on the side of the bed with one leg bent, and grabbed The other party's wrist, almost as if death was at home, kissed the cold and alcohol-stained lips.

Bai Yunqi didn't know anything about this, his movements were restless and unfamiliar, and that person was even stranger than him. The two were entangled, and Wen Hai was completely passively accepting everything, but he didn't respond at all—even No struggling movements.

It wasn't until the tip of Bai Yunqi's tongue lightly brushed Wen Hai's palate that the person on the bed trembled, and raised his hand to grab his arm.

Bai Yunqi froze because of this action, and he was overwhelmed. The wind was blowing and the water was cold. He pushed himself to a corner again. He felt that he was crying, but the tears falling from the corner of his mouth seemed to be from the sea.

Finally, he supported Wen Hai's shoulders and straightened up. It felt as if he had suppressed this longing man on the bed, and the desperation accumulated in the accumulated depression hit his chest with severe pain.

"Or just like this." Bai Yunqi thought, "Set the fire now, and we will finish playing together, and we will die together once and for all."

But the way he looked at Wen Hai was extremely gentle, even devout.

Wen Hai still didn't move, just closed his eyes and sighed.

"I'm sorry." Bai Yunqi retreated a few steps in a hurry, shuddered all over and fell into the sense of nothingness, but seemed as calm as Wen Hai, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" Wen Hai asked him, "Do you think it's wrong to like men, or do you think it's wrong to like me?"

Bai Yunqi stood there in a daze, not knowing how to answer at all.

"You're still a child." Wen Hai smiled helplessly and indulgently, "You're not wrong, I'm sorry for you."

I feel ashamed. I forcibly pulled you into my life back then because I was greedy and wanted to occupy a place in your future.

Moths to the flame, it turns out that no one can escape the net of karma.

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