Undead Journal

Chapter 5

Sunny January 1th in the Age of the Undead ②

I really can't imagine what kind of vicious person would be able to deal with such a beautiful and lovely child.

I have experienced his undisguised sympathy and amazement, so I do not think he could have been a bad boy to deserve such cruelty.

"He is my senior."

Because I was afraid that he would have some bad consequences if he was exposed to the sun, I squatted down and gently pushed Xiaoping's legs that were about to be exposed to the sun to the side.However, he seemed to have the desire to confide because of this, and told his story intermittently.

"We met next to the basketball court. At that time, I accidentally hit his head with a basketball. He was a little angry at the time, but after seeing me running over, he didn't know why he stopped being angry and smiled at me gently. "

As long as it's not too much, no one will get angry with a cute boy like you.

I said silently in my heart, and did not interrupt his memory with words.

"Later we met a few more times. The last time he happened to be sitting next to me in the library. I was a little nervous at that time, and I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't dare. Suddenly he said to me in a low voice:' Actually you are that one.' I was startled at the time, thinking that he had seen through something. But before I could answer, he immediately said: 'Me too, pure gay, the kind that can't be hard on women.', I Immediately I was delighted again."

"We did it that night. The final facts are a bit different from my imagination. I was the one who got in. But I think, as long as it is him, it's fine."

Speaking of this, Xiaopingtou smiled disappointedly: "Senior, you don't know, although there are many novels about homosexuality, in fact, we are still not accepted by most people, and the chance of finding a suitable partner is even less It's rare, so once I'm tempted, I'm willing to compromise. But I never thought that the ending would be like this."

"I miss my dad, and my mom, but I don't see them anymore. I used to think about how it would hit them if I came out, but it couldn't be better than now."

Xiaoping raised his head and blinked his eyes, as if blinking away the tears that did not exist in his eyes.

"If I knew the ending at that time, I probably wouldn't have started with him. No, I probably wouldn't have gotten to know him at all! It's a pity that I didn't know it at that time, so I was very happy to rent a house here with him , I hang around here whenever I have free time, do all kinds of things, watch calcium tablets, try all kinds of postures, and I don’t get tired of them. It has been going on for two years, I am a junior, and he is a sophomore.”

"That day came very suddenly. We were doing it at the time. Halfway through, he somehow told me that their mentor had a daughter. Then he slowly told me that he was chasing her and planned to marry her after graduation. I was so angry that I satirized him, how can a man like him, who can't be hard on women, use to fulfill his husband and wife obligations!"

"He kissed me and told me that he never thought about fulfilling his husband and wife obligations. He would only do it with me alone. He wanted to marry her just to use his status as a mentor to stay in school. I was even more angry. How could a man be like this, It is precisely because of the existence of people like him cheating on marriages that we have tarnished the reputation of our homosexuals. I told him that I can tolerate his empathy, but I cannot tolerate his moral corruption.”

"Then he asked me, what does this mean, is it that I am going to move on? I laughed, one is cheating-although there is no spirit or body, but in fact he is cheating, and this is the one who is cheating But the person asked me if I was planning to move on. I replied yes, not only did I want to move on, but I also told his mentor that he was a homosexual and couldn’t be hard on women, because I couldn’t Let such a shameless thing happen under my nose!"

"He didn't say anything more, he just strangled my neck tightly until he strangled me to death."

After saying this, Xiaopingtou fell silent.

I was silent too, because I really didn't know what to say.

If it weren't for such a tragic ending, this can only be regarded as a fairly ordinary campus love story.

Unfortunately it is not.

"I think he still loves you, and he will be so angry because he is afraid that you will empathize with someone else. Besides, he probably didn't mean to kill you, but he just lost his temper in a hurry."

In the end, I can only comfort him like this.

Xiaopingtou gave me a strange look: "Senior, I thought I was innocent and kind enough, but I didn't expect you to be so much more innocent than me."

Hey, isn't my sentence summed up from his analysis between the lines?

I looked at him confused.

Xiaopingtou smiled: "What era is this? How can there be such an emotional thing. In fact, it was just my last sentence that reminded him of the possibility of such a thing happening. Now that he has made up his mind, how can he be sure?" Leave me for this possible sabotage."

It's just because of this reason!

I looked at him in disbelief, chewing on the two possibilities in his words.

Just possible!

After a while, I had to confirm this fact in Xiaopingtou's slightly mocking expression, and nodded with difficulty: "I think, probably you are right, after all, you know him better."

"Actually, from the first time I did it, I discovered that although he looks very gentle, he is actually a very controlling person. He cannot tolerate anything that exceeds his expectations. If I was calm enough at that time, I would It’s not like saying something like that to provoke him.”

Xiaopingtou said calmly.

Then he smiled: "Thank you senior for listening to me, and thank you senior for keeping me from being exposed to the sun. Now I'm fine, I just saw him a little emotionally unstable at first glance... It's a pity that he was just passing by, Didn't go into the building, so I couldn't kill him."

This is the meaning of chasing away, I nodded, got up and left.

When he reached the stairs, he heard him murmuring almost tremblingly: "But who am I, I am the one who willingly lay down and let him go to bed for two years, how could he have the heart..."

My eyes are a little sore. Although he said that there are no such emotional things now, he is actually a very emotional existence. Whether he is willing to lie down for someone for two years, or he does not want the person who killed him. cheat marriage.

I almost doubt that one day when the person who killed him really stands in front of him, will he be able to take that hand to avenge himself.

This story seriously affected my mood. I even forgot my original intention to find Xiaopingtou, and I even forgot Mr. Watering Can.

"You're back, I'm going to cook."

I left this sentence like a wandering soul, and walked silently to the kitchen.

It was only when I entered the kitchen that I realized that I was just a wandering soul. What was going on with this kind of home-cooking self-consciousness?

Or maybe my obsession is to take care of Mr. Watering Can, so I will have such a subconscious reaction after my existence is exposed?

Anyway, I'm already in the kitchen now, and it would be too deliberate to back out.

Rusty but quite naturally, I opened the refrigerator and searched for any edible ingredients inside.

Mr. Watering Can’s refrigerator has a lot of storage, so I decided on today’s dishes without much effort, and then cooked two dishes and one soup as casually as opening the refrigerator, and stuffed a small pot of rice.

The dishes are stir-fried green cauliflower and fish fillets with three mushrooms, and the soup is loofah egg soup, all of which are very light.

So I was a little hesitant when I brought it out - I don't know Mr. Watering Can's preferences, if the dishes are so monotonous, if he doesn't like them, wouldn't he not like them all, so there is no place to eat them?

Perhaps my hesitation was too obvious. Mr. Watering Can came over and took the food from me, and at the same time said lightly: "Of course the things in my refrigerator are what I like to eat."

When putting the dishes on the table, he added another sentence: "The seasonings that will appear in my kitchen are naturally my favorite."

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard this, and went back to bring out the soup and help him serve the rice.

He sat at the table for a minute before raising his chopsticks, and then he ate very slowly, extremely gracefully and carefully, as if every bite was an art.

After watching it for a while, I realized that it was impolite. I didn’t know that he could see me before, but now I already know that he can see me. It seems really unreasonable to watch him eat like this.

I looked away in embarrassment, but Mr. Watering Can suddenly said: "You are a good cook, did you often cook for others before?"

I don't think so. When I touched the kitchen utensils, I clearly felt a kind of unfamiliarity. It seemed that I had never touched them before, but I knew that they should be used in that way after seeing people use them. This is probably the first time I manipulate them.

But it's hard to say, maybe I just haven't touched it for a long time so I'm unfamiliar with it.

The point is that he said that my cooking skills are good, which means that the dishes I cook are at least not unpalatable. If this is my first time cooking, am I a culinary genius?

Of course, this is not impossible.

So I didn't make a decision after thinking about it for a long time, so I had to answer honestly: "I can't remember."

After saying this, I took the opportunity to explain my current situation: "I don't remember anything, it seems that I appeared on the balcony as soon as I realized it, and then you passed by."

I actually felt a little guilty when I said this sentence, because it contained a bit of probing elements, probing whether he could have seen me when he passed me on the balcony that day.

Not on purpose, but subconsciously, maybe with this peasant cunning in my bones.

Mr. Watering Can probably sensed my cunning, pursed his lips, and did not respond to this sentence.

It wasn't until he finished eating that he said it again slowly: "Your cooking skills are good."

So I happily ran to wash the dishes.

After washing the dishes we watched TV together, and at ten o'clock Mr. Sprinkler went to take a shower.

I still feel sleepy when I see him lying on the big bed covered in moisture, but today I have to consider whether to sleep on the sofa.

The reason was the same as when I was eating before, I already knew that he could see me, so how could I take it for granted to share the same bed with him.

But compared to high bed soft pillows, the sofa is not a good choice.

In the end, Mr. Watering Can's words saved me from this painful tangle: "Why don't you come to sleep."

I happily replied: "Because I haven't written the diary yet."

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