Gu Xizhou's expression froze when he heard the middle-aged man's description of the past. He had heard the victim's mother tell him this story before … However, the two versions of the story were completely different. Gu Xizhou frowned as he watched the hunchbacked middle-aged man leave. He really couldn't say anything else.
Gu Xizhou got off work early and returned home exhausted. He didn't know why Si Yu, who was usually at home, wasn't around. He lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes, fast asleep.
Blood.
So much blood.
Drip, drip. Blood dripped down the stairs. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Was he going to die?
Gu Xizhou's body felt like it had been crushed. Blood flowed out of his body and dripped down the stairs. His strength was slipping away bit by bit. Despair crept into his heart. Gu Xizhou suddenly felt his heart ache.
It was rainy in Ningqing during the summer. A Maybach slowly drove out of the parking lot.
The driver was a young man in his late twenties. He had regular features. As he drove, he carefully peeked at the big boss sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
The big boss lowered his eyelids and seemed to be lost in thought. The driver stole a glance. Just as he was about to find out what was going on, the big boss suddenly looked up and met his eyes.
The big boss was really holding a piece of paper in his hand. When the boss saw the note, his face was extremely gloomy. His whole person was like an ice sculpture. Just being in the same space made people feel unbelievably cold.
Si Yu looked down at the note in his hand. He crumpled the note into a ball. His fingers made creaking sounds as he threw the note into the trash can in the car.
"Big boss, are … are you okay?" the young driver asked carefully.
Si Yu's thin lips were pursed into a line. His expression was cold. When he heard the young driver's concern, he only responded with a soft "mm."
Fate?
But he was the person who didn't believe in fate the most. At the same time, he was also the person who believed in fate the most.
"Do you believe in fate?" Si Yu suddenly asked softly as he looked at the scenery outside the car.
There didn't seem to be anyone else in the car.
"Huh?" The young driver was stunned. After a moment, he realized that Si Yu was asking him a question. "Fate?! I do … but I also don't. "
"Hmm?" Si Yu, who was sitting in the back, raised her eyebrows slightly. "Tell me about it."
The man said softly, "I can't choose my birth, but I can choose where I work, where I live, and what kind of person I want to be. These are all decisions that come from my heart …"
"Before I was born, I couldn't change anything. But after I was born, all the choices I made were my own. So, I felt that it wasn't fate that controlled me, but I controlled my own fate."
"… Big boss, did I say too much?" The talkative young man realized that the big boss was ignoring him. He said awkwardly, "Sorry, I …"
Si Yu glanced at him and said, "You don't have to apologize. You've helped me understand something."
The car drove for another ten minutes and finally arrived in front of a two-story villa.
Seeing that the big boss didn't seem to be angry with him for talking too much, the man took a deep breath. He was about to drive away when he suddenly saw the big boss waving at him. He immediately rolled down the window. "Boss, did you leave something in the car?"
Si Yu shook her head. She stared at the driver and said, "Don't take Lianhua Road on the way back."
"Okay, okay …" Although the driver didn't know why, he still agreed to Si Yu's request.
The young driver drove away and opened the cigarette box. He took out the note and spread it out.
The content of the note was: Do you think he really likes you, or did he just accept the fate that you arranged for him?
The words on the note were crooked, as if a child had just learned how to write. It was very ugly.
Gu Xizhou, who was sleeping at home, felt a pair of hands on his forehead. The next moment, someone gently patted him on the shoulder and pulled him out of his nightmare.
Gu Xizhou woke up with a start and realized that the pair of hands were Si Yu's. He rubbed his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, and couldn't stop panting.
Ever since he came back to life, he had dreamed of this dream several times. It was hidden in the deepest part of his memory. Why did he keep dreaming of what happened when he died recently?
The supernatural world was for ghosts to redeem themselves. Then why didn't he become a ghost? If that was the case … did that mean that the people who died at that time could all come back?
Gu Xizhou thought about it and suddenly felt a lump in his throat. Impossible … Everyone died that day, including him.
There was no possibility of rebirth.
No.
Gu Xizhou couldn't understand why he kept dreaming of the past. He didn't think about the past recently. After he came back to life, he didn't even have any contact with the past. He rarely took the initiative to think about those things.
Those memories weren't good memories. Gu Xizhou wasn't a masochist, so he never thought about them.
But recently, he kept dreaming of those things. In his dreams, he seemed to have returned to the day he died. That feeling of helplessness was too unbearable. He couldn't even breathe.
Gu Xizhou suppressed the discomfort in his heart and panted heavily. When he looked up, he saw Si Yu sitting on the sofa and looking at him with a pair of deep eyes.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Gu Xizhou nodded.
"Can you tell me about it?" Si Yu's dark eyes stared at Gu Xizhou as he asked in a low voice.
Gu Xizhou: "There's nothing to say."
Si Yu: "I want to know."
Gu Xizhou changed the topic. He didn't want to talk about the past. To him, it was a nightmare. Gu Xizhou asked, "Did you go out?"
"Ha." Si Yu saw that Gu Xizhou didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't force Gu Xizhou to talk about it. He chuckled. His low voice was slightly magnetic, and it was like a pair of hands that gently massaged Gu Xizhou's eardrums. "I had something to do at the company, so I went out."
"Oh …" Gu Xizhou sat up from the sofa and stared at Si Yu for a while.
Si Yu's face was indeed very handsome. Gu Xizhou took a few more glances at him out of habit.
"Are you peeping at me?" Si Yu asked softly. He grabbed Gu Xizhou's hand with one hand. His eyes were curved, and Gu Xizhou's face was reflected in them.
Gu Xizhou nodded. "Yes."
Upon hearing Gu Xizhou's reply, Si Yu's expression froze for a moment. He stared at Gu Xizhou with a slight glow in his eyes.
"Come over and eat," Si Yu said gently.
Gu Xizhou glanced at him and got down from the sofa. His legs were a little numb, and he almost lost his balance. Fortunately, Si Yu's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick enough to catch him. He didn't know if it was intentional or not, but his lips brushed past Gu Xizhou's Adam's apple. When his breath brushed past it, it felt a little ticklish.
Gu Xizhou glanced at him and looked outside. Then he said casually, "Thank you. Let's eat."
After Gu Xizhou broke free from Si Yu's hand, he took two steps forward. At the same time, Si Yu went forward and hugged Gu Xizhou from behind. His arms were quite strong.
Gu Xizhou could only smell Si Yu's scent in his mouth and nose. Si Yu placed his chin on Gu Xizhou's shoulder. His hands gently ran through Gu Xizhou's black hair. Then he placed his hands on Gu Xizhou's waist and wrapped them around Gu Xizhou's neck.
"You like me, don't you?" Si Yu's deep voice sounded in his ear.
Gu Xizhou felt that Si Yu was a little strange. Recently, he had been asking him this question over and over again. He had already answered, so why was he asking again?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Si Yu lowered his eyes and asked pitifully.
Gu Xizhou's clothes were disheveled by Si Yu. He tilted his head slightly to look at Si Yu and said, "I like you. I like you."
Si Yu lowered his eyes and looked at him. He was wearing a white shirt today, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal the firm muscles on his forearms. His hair had unknowingly become messy after rubbing against his ears and temples. It added a sense of abstinence to his cold aura.
When Si Yu heard Gu Xizhou's reply, he propped his chin up and looked at Gu Xizhou carefully. Gu Xizhou was a little embarrassed by his stare. He lowered his eyes and smiled as he said softly, "Why are you staring at me? You've been asking all sorts of strange questions recently. "
Si Yu said, "I'm very happy."
"Happy?" Gu Xizhou's eyes moved and paused on Si Yu's face. He asked, "Do you really like me that much?"
Si Yu nodded and said, "Yeah. I like you more than you think. No … To be precise, I love you.
"Gu Xizhou, I love you."
When Gu Xizhou heard Si Yu's sudden confession, although Gu Xizhou was happy, he didn't know what to say. He asked tentatively, "Did something happen? You've been acting a little strange recently. "
"No." Si Yu stroked Gu Xizhou's hair and didn't say anything else.
Fu Yiran had already sent him a note many times, and each time, the note had the same sentence written on it — —
Do you think he really likes you, or did he just accept the fate that you've arranged for him?
Fu Yiran, this fellow, was simply a busybody.
After eating, Gu Xizhou took a shower and sat at the side. He didn't know why, but he fell asleep while leaning against the sofa.
Drip.
Drip.
There was a lot of blood. The man subconsciously covered his waist with his hand. Blood dripped down the stairs and he could hear the clamor of voices.
"The police officer is finally dead." Gu Xizhou could hear the disdain and disdain in the man's voice. It was as if someone was whispering in his ear, but Gu Xizhou could clearly hear it.
Around the man, there were many onlookers who were watching the show. The faces of these people slowly became blurry.
Gu Xizhou felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe.
"Xizhou, wake up." Si Yu came out of the bathroom and saw Gu Xizhou frowning and sweating profusely. He woke Gu Xizhou up.
Gu Xizhou opened his eyes in a daze and rubbed them with the back of his hand.
"Another nightmare?" Si Yu asked in a low voice.
Gu Xizhou nodded and his face was a little pale. Recently … it was very strange. He kept dreaming of the past and the scenes when he died. Why was it like this?
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