Chapter 6          No one is you (2)

"What should I do? I can't separate it?"

"How come you can't separate?"

"The two people's hands were too tight, I was afraid of hurting them..."

"The rain is so heavy, you can't get wet. Let's take it in together first."

“Where to send it?”

“…………”

Qin Lou was in the consciousness between awakening and sleeping, and had several times passed by the distorted and intermittent pictures as if the overexposed bottom photos, as well as those messy, noisy, metal pieces that were slashing through the glass, which were tormenting the head.

He was so irritated that he wanted to cover his ears, but he felt that his hands were being held tightly and tightly - his body was cold, only a little warmth in his palm.

Qin Lou was reluctant to let go.

Anyway, he is used to the pain, and he will be numb after a long time, and it doesn’t matter how uncomfortable it is - if he can hold the warmth for one more second in his dream.

In the pain that was so cold that his heart tightened and trembled, Qin Lou once again sank into the darkness.

Unlike the only thing before, this time he held the temperature of his palm tightly, as if he had held the only straw in his life. In the darkness, he finally had the only connection, no longer could he fall into the nightmare hell echoing the devil's laughter...

I don’t know how long it took, Qin Lou’s consciousness revived.

The first feeling that came up was the heat that was completely opposite to the cold before. His whole body was rolling hot, his throat was so painful that it was almost dry and cracked and smoked, and his head was dizzy as if it was stuffed with heavy iron.

But it's no stranger.

Qin Lou has even gotten used to it: even though his physical fitness is better than his peers, he will never get seriously ill after every thunderstorm night.

Physical illness is also a heart disease.

The former is that the Qin family has the most expensive medicine and the best doctor to diagnose and treat him to reduce fever and heat; the latter is that there is no cure and there is no need to be rescued.

No one cares about the scars and past of the crazy young master of the Qin family. It is enough to keep him alone and suffocate. They just want to get away from him as far as possible.

Who told him to be a lunatic?

No one can blame anyone.

The boy on the big bed smiled without emotion and sat up slowly.

The blackout curtains in the room were tightly tied, and they were not able to see any light. The darkness in front of him was so dark that he could not see his fingers - it was the darkness he hated the most.

But fortunately it is still quiet.

According to previous practice, the servant in the family should have given him...

The boy's figure suddenly froze.

A few seconds later, he clenched his left hand again with uncertainty—the palm was soft and small, and could feel the slender fingers.

Qin Lou was very sure that was not his right hand.

Especially "it" moved.

The palm of his hand was scratched by his thin little fingers, and the itchy force kept drilling into his body along his palm.

So, now in this huge and empty space, there is a second person in the room where he woke up alone.

And based on the size of this hand, and the fact that its owner has woken up yet has not made any sound...

"Little clam shell?"

"..." The little hand began to try to struggle out of his hand.

Qin Lou confirmed the answer.

He laughed silently, even his voice was filled with pleasure. He grabbed the very small hand tightly, not giving it any more room to struggle.

"Doll." He regretted that his little clam shell didn't like the title, so he temporarily compromised with a "magnanimous" and changed it back, "How could you be there?"

The air was quiet, and Qin Lou had no hope of hearing the answer.

But he heard-

"Last night, I was in the yard." The girl's voice was gentle, a little astringent.

"..." The boy smiled and his voice lowered. "Then you dare to come? Are you afraid that I will go crazy next time, and I will fight you together?"

In the darkness, the girl shook her head gently.

The boy sneered, "Don't shake your head, you can't see it."

Song Shu was silent, and then she whispered, "I know you won't hit people. Although you knocked down those buckets, you just want to save yourself."

The boy's smile froze.

Quiet again in the darkness.

A few dozen seconds later, Qin Lou came to his senses.

He deliberately pressed his voice down, which sounded particularly scary: "Who said I can't hit people? Next time you'd better run away and what if you don't see anyone else?"

He probably forgot that his hand was still holding the girl's, and he held it tightly, so even the threat sounded harsh and cowardly.

The girl didn't expose him, but just lowered her eyes quietly. "I'll be there next time."

But Qin Lou still blushed when he was exposed. He sneered hard, "Who wants you to be here? What can you do?"

“…”

The girl fell silent.

Qin Lou suspected that she wanted to go back on her word, so he went back on his word: "You...you are my doll, and you really want to be here."

To show his determination, he held the doll's hands tighter.

Song Shu nodded.

The boy said, "Don't nod, it's too dark to see."

But this time the girl was not fooled again.

She didn't speak, and the boy was a little regretful.

He thought that if he could pry his little clam shell open every day and listen to her say a few words to him, he would definitely be happier every day.

Neither of them expected that the promised "next time" would come so quickly.

After that thunderstorm, the sun refused to show up for two days. Qin Lou's fever repeated several times, and it was not until the evening that day that he barely retreated.

The muffled thunder sounded not long after that.

Song Shu also caught a slight cold after getting wet and was a little drowsy after taking the medicine. But the muffled thunder outside the window woke her up immediately.

The girl ran out of the room with a low cough.

The servant who happened to have just walked past the house in the corridor.

"It's coming again, is this rain still over?"

"Even if it doesn't hit thunder, it's fine. If you hit thunder, that person will definitely have to struggle again."

"He has a high fever these two days and is so weak that he shouldn't be able to toss."

"Who can guess that little lunatic? No matter what, stay away from him these two days!"

"That's right. He is still sleeping, so hurry up and send him the medicine, and we'll go downstairs."

"Um."

“…”

The two of them are far away.

Behind them, the girl's expressionless little face was a little pale under the lights in the corridor, and she pursed her lips gently.

Song Shu was slow since she was a child and was the same in all aspects. However, with the emotional savings that night, this was the first time she felt so angry about something.

She clenched her hands tightly, and then ran quickly along the corridor to Qinlou's room.

When she arrived at the door, there was a crack in the door.

The door was dark and dark.

Song Shu pushed open the door, and with the light from the corridor behind her, she saw the medicine and water she sent it and placed it at the corner of the wall inside the door - the servant who sent the medicine did not even dare to enter the door.

It's like there's something human-eating devil inside.

Song Shu stepped into the door.

The light behind her fell on the ground and on the bed, and was folded out of twisted blocks of light and shadow.

The muffled thunder sounded faintly outside the window.

The boy hiding in the dark quilt croaked: "Close the door!"

Song Shu closed the door behind him.

"Qinlou."
To be continued...