Chapter 5 No one is you (1)

In late summer in 2004, a heavy rain that was about to be brewed in the hot cicadas. The thunder roared in the gloomy and heavy clouds, and the wind tore the jasmine flowers in the courtyard to pieces. A piece of petals was blown outside the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor.

The petals flipped silently in front of Song Shu through the glass, and were covered with traces of being broken by wind and rain.

This was the first night when Xiao Songshu moved to the city's house.

According to the original plan, they should have come here a few days later. However, after a thunderstorm preview, Song Shu was suddenly told that the itinerary was ahead of schedule.

Before she could come back to her senses, she had already arrived at this house.

Qin Lou did not show up.

Song Shu could feel that everything in this house was abnormal. The only few servants walked in a hurry and had a solemn expression, as if they were about to usher in some terrifying disaster.

And all of this has something to do with Qinlou.

", Auntie Dinner brought it in for you, can I put it on the table?"

“…”

A sound came from the room behind her. Song Shu's eyes slowly moved away from the petals. She turned around and looked into the middle of the room.

Unlike the dim and gloomy world outside, the lights in the house are bright and warm. After entering the door, I stood by the table. Qin Liang specially arranged an aunt who was responsible for taking care of her diet and daily life. She was named Lin Yaqi.

Lin Yaqi has a very warm smile and looks. After spending time with the Qin family, Song Shu likes her a little. But even this gentle woman still has an uneasy look in her eyes tonight.

Song Shu lowered his eyes, walked over, and sat quietly at the table to start dining.

She is not a child who likes to explore other people's inner worlds. Her curiosity is never strong and rarely inspired by other people or things.

She doesn't like to ask actively.

One of the reasons why Song Shu likes Lin Yaqi is that the other party will tell her things in a gentle manner, and will not be impatient or dissatisfied because of her temporary quietness.

But Lin Yaqi is different tonight.

Taking away Song Shu's used up tableware, Lin Yaqi stopped at the door before leaving the room for the last time.

She paused for about five seconds and turned back and said, "."

Song Shu raised her eyes from the table.

Lin Yaqi said: "It may be thundering tonight, you know?"

Song Shu nodded.

"After thunder, no matter what sound or movement you hear, don't come out, just lie in the quilt - okay?"

“…”

Song Shu looked at Lin Yaqi quietly.

When Lin Yaqi thought the girl would not speak and was about to leave, she heard Song Shu ask, "Whose voice?"

Lin Yaqi was stunned. This was the first time she heard Song Shu ask a question on his own initiative. Then she heard the second sentence:

"Is it Qinlou?"

At this point, Lin Yaqi finally came to her senses. There was little embarrassment on her face, and it seemed that there was still some fear and taboo intertwining.

"Auntie knows that you have a good relationship with Young Master Qin Lou, but he..." Those words that may be a bit vicious about a child were still not spoken from this gentle woman. Lin Yaqi shook her head, "Auntie, don't worry about anything you hear tonight, don't worry about anything you see, okay?"

The girl is silent.

After a long time, she nodded slowly.

"I see."

Lin Yaqi smiled with relief and turned around and left the room.

The thunder sounded late at night.

At first it was very far away, then one after another, bringing the distance closer.

Song Shu got up from the quilt, she did not turn on the lights, and the room was dark and deep. In this darkness, the girl sat silently in the middle of the bed with her knees in her arms.

She is waiting.

Whether it is a sound or something, what is about to happen, or something related to Qinlou, she has to wait.

Because it's Qinlou.

Then she waited.

The grand symphony and the heavy rain that crackled on the window glass were mixed with roaring thunder and the hoarse laughter of the boy - like the moment when a huge screen performance opened in a prosperous era - all the huge sounds tear open the dark night outside the window.

Song Shu suddenly trembled.

She jumped out of bed, stepped on the cold floor, and ran to the window. The thick blackout curtains were pulled open by her, and the pouring rain slapped the glass windows to the ground in front of her.

In the first floor courtyard, dim lights are lit under the paper-shaped patio corridor.

It was like a bright candlelight, struggling and trembling in the heavy rain, thunder and magnificent music.

In the middle of the courtyard, the boy ran wildly under the rain curtain, laughing and jumping. Thunder and lightning teared the sky apart in the roar above his head, and the magnificent symphony was his rhythm. His background sound was his rhythm. The boy was holding a long stick in his hand and hit hard on the metal buckets that were pressed upside down in the courtyard.

"Bang!Bang!Bang--"

The dull and harsh metal shock sounds were connected in the rain curtain, and the noise that seemed to rub against the eardrum was mixed with countless thunders and heavy rains, like the screams and howlings that only hell could have.

And in this scream and howl, the only "actor" under this huge drama laughed wildly in the thunder and heavy rain.

He smiled tremblingly, his face was so ferocious, his smile hoarse, and his smile was hysterical.

He laughed so hard that he fell into the soil washed by the heavy rain, rolling around, his body covered in dirty and dirty, while he was still laughing.

Who said that only crying?

The boy in the heavy rain was laughing bitterly.

Like a madman, like a devil.

Completely hopeless.

It was only at this moment that Song Shu was extremely shocked and deeply aware that he was different from everyone in this world.

The adults were right, he was not normal.

...What's wrong?

He laughed and went crazy in the rainstorm, as if he was on an isolated island without a man.

Song Shu can hear it.

He is not laughing.

He was crying.

He is not laughing.

He was shouting for help.

——

He is going to die.

Who will save him, a lunatic?

No one responded and no one paid attention to him.

It’s like the world is so big that only Song Shu can hear it.

Song Shu let go of the curtains in her hand that were almost torn by her unconsciously clenched. She turned around and ran towards the door, not even caring about wearing slippers.

The corridor was so quiet - when all the speakers in the house were roaring and roaring in the deafening thunder and laughter, all the servants were as quiet as if they were living in another world - they could not hear any sound or see anyone, Song Shu stumbled down the stairs alone.

She fell on the carpet and hurt her whole body, but she couldn't remember the pain, she just remembered to run out-

The only lunatic who had held her tightly while she was shaking, he was asking for help.

But no one paid attention to him.

Everyone avoids him like a snake or a scorpion, and everyone only thinks he is a lunatic.

How desperate should he be to laugh like this?

Song Shu kept running, and finally stumbled down the stairs and ran through the living room. She pushed open the hall door with all her might and climbed over the fence of the patio.

She rushed into the roaring thunder and rainstorm.

She stopped beside the boy lying on his back in the rainstorm and mud.

She squatted down.

The boy who fell to the ground had already lost his strength.

He closed his eyes, and he had never been so quiet. He lay there pale, like a doll with a clockwork removed, like the clown who died in the middle of the stage after the audience ended.

The heavy rain washed away, the thunder roared, and lifeless.

The iron rod lying beside his hand, the metal bucket beside the iron rod that was sunken by the potholes and sunken by him with a crazy smile.

All of the metal barrels fell down.
To be continued...