Living toward death
He has not woken up
The pale and delicate face was deeply trapped in the soft big white pillow. At first glance, it seemed to be blocked. I was wearing a wide patient uniform, revealing my slender neck, and... the dazzling neckline
Qingxiao looked at the collar with hatred. He had managed to remove the lewd decorations of his lover, including the broken diamonds embedded around his navel. He just didn't dare to move the collar because he was not just worried that it would be life-threatening.
Qingxiao's five fingers were clenched into fists without realizing it. If possible, he really wanted to stab the culprit to death, but... it's not the time yet
Exhausted a sigh of depression, Qingxiao walked to the window and pulled the window to the maximum, but this was useless. Although the sun had completely set, the night wind that was rushing towards him still retained the residual heat of the day. It was so humid that it made people breathe. A few tall coconut trees set off the light green sky, thick and faint like silhouettes
Qingxiao sat on the windowsill and continued to chew the butter cake that he had not finished eating at noon with cold mineral water. He forgot to put it in the refrigerator. He ate it hot and felt a little disgusting. But he didn't want to go out to buy bento again. Even if it was only a few minutes, he didn't want to leave the person in bed again, and he had no appetite.
After barely taking two bites, my eyes couldn't help but glance at the sleeping young man again. He knew that his lover was about to wake up.
These days, I have been busy with physical examinations and surgery, and settled this and that. In order to avoid trouble, I have simply kept my lover in anesthesia. But today, I will definitely wake up and think about it. I can no longer eat the cake in my hand. He finally knew what the reason for his irritability these days. He was afraid that those eyes would really open.
Qingxiao smiled bitterly. When did he become so worried about gains and losses, he has experienced the worst moment. Now he is still by his side, which is already very good.
Sighing softly, he wiped his hands, dripped the last few mouthfuls of mineral water on his head, sat back to the bed, messed up his lover's hair, and moved his fingers along the other's brow bones bit by bit.
His movements were gentle enough, but when he moved to the middle of his eyebrows, he suddenly felt a slight itch in his fingertips, as if he was touched by the butterfly's wings. He looked at him without realizing it. His bright eyes were staring straight at him through the gaps in his fingers.
Qingxiao's heart suddenly jumped up wildly, he retracted his hand awkwardly, trying to explain something, but it seemed that there was nothing to say.
The other party didn't speak, just stared at him silently, with no expression on his face at all. At least in Qingxiao's eyes, the look made him creepy.
This embarrassing silence lasted for an hour, and maybe longer, Kiyoko finally couldn't help but cough and said: Uh, you, don't you recognize me anymore? My name is...
However, before he could finish speaking, the other party had already said: Sanada Kiyoto, I remember this name
Qingxiao was stunned, staring blankly at a smile slowly emerged from the corner of the other person's lips: You are still alive
The long-lost happiness exploded from the bottom of my heart like fireworks. I didn’t know what to say for a moment and murmured: Yes, it’s great that I’m still alive!
He said incoherently: I mean, I live, you live, and you still recognize me, that's great...
The other party was obviously much calmer than him, looking at him up and down, and after a while, he said: Then you have been alive, alive, leave me. When I need you the most, he closed his eyes and seemed to be exhausted.
Qingxiao calmed down for a moment, calmed down, and spoke with difficulty: Xiaoyu, listen to me...
However, the other party had intercepted: My name is Zero
Qingxiao was stunned, and the other party repeated calmly: I am Zero
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes as clear as water, and he felt a kind of tranquility after experiencing the vast ocean: Everything you don't need to explain has passed, now I'm fine
He looked at Qingxiao and smiled slightly. He was still the young man with a pure smile who just woke up in the summer afternoon: You are also very good, but your hair is long
Your hair was not so long before. The slender and pale hand gestured in front of Qingxiao, as if a white butterfly flew around, as if it was only here.
Qingxiao breathed out a long breath, and finally saved enough courage to say something and swallowed it back, and smiled: It was Ah, I got a scar here and had to grow my hair to cover up my ugly face.
He pushed his hair away from his forehead, and there was a scar about one inch or so close to his hairline, like an ugly centipede
Looking at the other person's surprise, the white butterfly stayed in the air, timidly trying to move in but stopped. Qingxiao could no longer help but catch the hand and put it on the scar on his forehead.
However, the other party just touched it lightly and retracted his hand like lightning. He just carried it behind his back as if he had been bitten by something. Looking at Kiyoko's disappointed eyes, he seemed a little reluctant and said comfortably: Actually, it's good that I don't think it's ugly
The slightly apologetic smile was like a spark, igniting the hidden hope in my heart. At this dangerous dusk, the words finally came out: Do you know, do you?
Qingxiao couldn't help but choke up after saying this sentence: Those things, those things you still remember when we were together, right? You should still remember them?
Maybe he was too emotional when he spoke, and his pale and handsome face showed a hesitant look: Maybe... I occasionally think of some...
The dark eyes were a little dazed: the glimpse of the shadows... It seems that the memories of the past life are like today's sentence, Yeats's poem, it's you, you probably read it, I have heard it...
Against the dimmering sky light, the eyes seemed to float in the dream, but at this moment they caught the reality. The confused expression retreated and he smiled and said: Then it was the master who asked you to come. He thought I wanted to see you, but in fact he was really nice to me.
The world suddenly became quiet. At this moment, Sanada Kiyoto clearly heard the sound of something shattering.
The hot air surged up like waves, and in contrast, everything outside of him was just as the sea level was stable and orderly, including the young man with a familiar face on the hospital bed.
Something sounded in his ears. After a while, he realized that he was asking himself: What are you talking about? Master? You treat you like a beast, no, the villain who treats you worse than a beast is called Master!
However, the other party's attitude was even more excited than him. To be precise, he had never seen such a furious expression on his face that had always been gentle and quiet.
Stop! The man sat up suddenly and said sternly: You are not allowed to insult my master!
He seemed to have noticed that he was wearing clothes at this moment, and his expression suddenly became flustered. He tore his hospital uniform apart in a few seconds and looked at his naked body in a daze.
What's going on? He shouted, Where did the marks given to me by the master go? Where is this? What about my master, where is my master?
Kiyoko sat blankly beside the bed, watching the funny drama that he couldn't laugh, looking at the stranger with Asami Yu's name, crying and laughing, saying what he didn't understand, that was Yu's face, and he could draw the sound of Yu with his eyes closed. He had heard it countless times in his dreams, but what was there? Where did the monsters occupy that shell?
He closed his eyes, his lips slightly dry, the sound that seemed to be made by Yu was still yelling in his ear, and he was already crying: Tell me, where is my master? I want to see him!
Kiyoshi took a deep breath and straightened his body. The words he had practiced for a long time came in handy. He looked directly at the frightened man on the bed and said slowly: Your master will not come.
He casually said in a indifferent tone: He has given you to me, now you are my person
The young man looked at him in shock. For a moment, he thought he was facing a stiff body. After a while, the young man stretched his trembling hand to his neck, constantly stroking the disgusting collar, like a monk counting the rosewood beads in his hand, gradually calming down.
He looked at Qingxiao with a contemptuous look, and a cold smile slowly appeared on his lips: Such stupid words... do you think I would believe it?
*****************
Through the single-sided mirror, they could clearly observe the young man's every move on the table and the food on the ground. The torn clothes were thrown aside. The young man was still naked and kneeled on the floor, with his hands behind his back and his wrists crossed, and his eyes were humbly staring at the floor ahead, with both longing and anxious expressions.
He was still waiting for his master to come back. Albert commented, look at his hands, that was waiting for the binding posture. This should be his master's request. He is a Mexican psychologist in his forties. His curly black hair is as black as crow wings, his skin is dull and blood-lost pale. The Florida sunlight cannot make his skin look healthy. His eyes are very light gray. At first glance, it looks like a transparent glass ball with a little red edge. Fortunately, he wears thick black-framed glasses to cover up some of this strange appearance, which is very consistent with the general concept of scientists. In fact, at his age, he is indeed a master in this industry.
Qingxiao looked at the young man in the observation room woodenly, without saying a word
Albert glanced at him and said lightly: I don't know what you are expecting. If he is really like you said, after three years of slavery, you can't expect him to have any other reactions. There are not so many miracles in this world.
Qingxiao listened silently, lay on the backrest, crossed it and rested it on his chest without any emotion: It seems that he is right, he is zero
He has not woken up
The pale and delicate face was deeply trapped in the soft big white pillow. At first glance, it seemed to be blocked. I was wearing a wide patient uniform, revealing my slender neck, and... the dazzling neckline
Qingxiao looked at the collar with hatred. He had managed to remove the lewd decorations of his lover, including the broken diamonds embedded around his navel. He just didn't dare to move the collar because he was not just worried that it would be life-threatening.
Qingxiao's five fingers were clenched into fists without realizing it. If possible, he really wanted to stab the culprit to death, but... it's not the time yet
Exhausted a sigh of depression, Qingxiao walked to the window and pulled the window to the maximum, but this was useless. Although the sun had completely set, the night wind that was rushing towards him still retained the residual heat of the day. It was so humid that it made people breathe. A few tall coconut trees set off the light green sky, thick and faint like silhouettes
Qingxiao sat on the windowsill and continued to chew the butter cake that he had not finished eating at noon with cold mineral water. He forgot to put it in the refrigerator. He ate it hot and felt a little disgusting. But he didn't want to go out to buy bento again. Even if it was only a few minutes, he didn't want to leave the person in bed again, and he had no appetite.
After barely taking two bites, my eyes couldn't help but glance at the sleeping young man again. He knew that his lover was about to wake up.
These days, I have been busy with physical examinations and surgery, and settled this and that. In order to avoid trouble, I have simply kept my lover in anesthesia. But today, I will definitely wake up and think about it. I can no longer eat the cake in my hand. He finally knew what the reason for his irritability these days. He was afraid that those eyes would really open.
Qingxiao smiled bitterly. When did he become so worried about gains and losses, he has experienced the worst moment. Now he is still by his side, which is already very good.
Sighing softly, he wiped his hands, dripped the last few mouthfuls of mineral water on his head, sat back to the bed, messed up his lover's hair, and moved his fingers along the other's brow bones bit by bit.
His movements were gentle enough, but when he moved to the middle of his eyebrows, he suddenly felt a slight itch in his fingertips, as if he was touched by the butterfly's wings. He looked at him without realizing it. His bright eyes were staring straight at him through the gaps in his fingers.
Qingxiao's heart suddenly jumped up wildly, he retracted his hand awkwardly, trying to explain something, but it seemed that there was nothing to say.
The other party didn't speak, just stared at him silently, with no expression on his face at all. At least in Qingxiao's eyes, the look made him creepy.
This embarrassing silence lasted for an hour, and maybe longer, Kiyoko finally couldn't help but cough and said: Uh, you, don't you recognize me anymore? My name is...
However, before he could finish speaking, the other party had already said: Sanada Kiyoto, I remember this name
Qingxiao was stunned, staring blankly at a smile slowly emerged from the corner of the other person's lips: You are still alive
The long-lost happiness exploded from the bottom of my heart like fireworks. I didn’t know what to say for a moment and murmured: Yes, it’s great that I’m still alive!
He said incoherently: I mean, I live, you live, and you still recognize me, that's great...
The other party was obviously much calmer than him, looking at him up and down, and after a while, he said: Then you have been alive, alive, leave me. When I need you the most, he closed his eyes and seemed to be exhausted.
Qingxiao calmed down for a moment, calmed down, and spoke with difficulty: Xiaoyu, listen to me...
However, the other party had intercepted: My name is Zero
Qingxiao was stunned, and the other party repeated calmly: I am Zero
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes as clear as water, and he felt a kind of tranquility after experiencing the vast ocean: Everything you don't need to explain has passed, now I'm fine
He looked at Qingxiao and smiled slightly. He was still the young man with a pure smile who just woke up in the summer afternoon: You are also very good, but your hair is long
Your hair was not so long before. The slender and pale hand gestured in front of Qingxiao, as if a white butterfly flew around, as if it was only here.
Qingxiao breathed out a long breath, and finally saved enough courage to say something and swallowed it back, and smiled: It was Ah, I got a scar here and had to grow my hair to cover up my ugly face.
He pushed his hair away from his forehead, and there was a scar about one inch or so close to his hairline, like an ugly centipede
Looking at the other person's surprise, the white butterfly stayed in the air, timidly trying to move in but stopped. Qingxiao could no longer help but catch the hand and put it on the scar on his forehead.
However, the other party just touched it lightly and retracted his hand like lightning. He just carried it behind his back as if he had been bitten by something. Looking at Kiyoko's disappointed eyes, he seemed a little reluctant and said comfortably: Actually, it's good that I don't think it's ugly
The slightly apologetic smile was like a spark, igniting the hidden hope in my heart. At this dangerous dusk, the words finally came out: Do you know, do you?
Qingxiao couldn't help but choke up after saying this sentence: Those things, those things you still remember when we were together, right? You should still remember them?
Maybe he was too emotional when he spoke, and his pale and handsome face showed a hesitant look: Maybe... I occasionally think of some...
The dark eyes were a little dazed: the glimpse of the shadows... It seems that the memories of the past life are like today's sentence, Yeats's poem, it's you, you probably read it, I have heard it...
Against the dimmering sky light, the eyes seemed to float in the dream, but at this moment they caught the reality. The confused expression retreated and he smiled and said: Then it was the master who asked you to come. He thought I wanted to see you, but in fact he was really nice to me.
The world suddenly became quiet. At this moment, Sanada Kiyoto clearly heard the sound of something shattering.
The hot air surged up like waves, and in contrast, everything outside of him was just as the sea level was stable and orderly, including the young man with a familiar face on the hospital bed.
Something sounded in his ears. After a while, he realized that he was asking himself: What are you talking about? Master? You treat you like a beast, no, the villain who treats you worse than a beast is called Master!
However, the other party's attitude was even more excited than him. To be precise, he had never seen such a furious expression on his face that had always been gentle and quiet.
Stop! The man sat up suddenly and said sternly: You are not allowed to insult my master!
He seemed to have noticed that he was wearing clothes at this moment, and his expression suddenly became flustered. He tore his hospital uniform apart in a few seconds and looked at his naked body in a daze.
What's going on? He shouted, Where did the marks given to me by the master go? Where is this? What about my master, where is my master?
Kiyoko sat blankly beside the bed, watching the funny drama that he couldn't laugh, looking at the stranger with Asami Yu's name, crying and laughing, saying what he didn't understand, that was Yu's face, and he could draw the sound of Yu with his eyes closed. He had heard it countless times in his dreams, but what was there? Where did the monsters occupy that shell?
He closed his eyes, his lips slightly dry, the sound that seemed to be made by Yu was still yelling in his ear, and he was already crying: Tell me, where is my master? I want to see him!
Kiyoshi took a deep breath and straightened his body. The words he had practiced for a long time came in handy. He looked directly at the frightened man on the bed and said slowly: Your master will not come.
He casually said in a indifferent tone: He has given you to me, now you are my person
The young man looked at him in shock. For a moment, he thought he was facing a stiff body. After a while, the young man stretched his trembling hand to his neck, constantly stroking the disgusting collar, like a monk counting the rosewood beads in his hand, gradually calming down.
He looked at Qingxiao with a contemptuous look, and a cold smile slowly appeared on his lips: Such stupid words... do you think I would believe it?
*****************
Through the single-sided mirror, they could clearly observe the young man's every move on the table and the food on the ground. The torn clothes were thrown aside. The young man was still naked and kneeled on the floor, with his hands behind his back and his wrists crossed, and his eyes were humbly staring at the floor ahead, with both longing and anxious expressions.
He was still waiting for his master to come back. Albert commented, look at his hands, that was waiting for the binding posture. This should be his master's request. He is a Mexican psychologist in his forties. His curly black hair is as black as crow wings, his skin is dull and blood-lost pale. The Florida sunlight cannot make his skin look healthy. His eyes are very light gray. At first glance, it looks like a transparent glass ball with a little red edge. Fortunately, he wears thick black-framed glasses to cover up some of this strange appearance, which is very consistent with the general concept of scientists. In fact, at his age, he is indeed a master in this industry.
Qingxiao looked at the young man in the observation room woodenly, without saying a word
Albert glanced at him and said lightly: I don't know what you are expecting. If he is really like you said, after three years of slavery, you can't expect him to have any other reactions. There are not so many miracles in this world.
Qingxiao listened silently, lay on the backrest, crossed it and rested it on his chest without any emotion: It seems that he is right, he is zero
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