When he picked up Shi Yunxing, he was seventeen years old. His eyes were always covered with moisture when he looked at people, like a puppy with nowhere to go after getting wet in the rain.
I have a soft heart, and I will take care of it after I pick it up. I wish I could break my heart into pieces and give it to him, to watch him fade away from his youth. He became my most obedient brother and my most clinging lover.
On the eve of the fifth anniversary, I personally heard him say to his friend: "Lin Qiuquan? We met by chance, just for fun."
It turns out that there are some words that make my heart feel cold when I listen to them.
Like all the heartbroken people in the story, I chose the most clichéd exit - leaving quietly.
But I didn't expect that the "puppy" I had raised for five years would not follow the script at all.
I hide, he looks for me. I ran away, he chased me. My colleague started to hesitate, and my neighbor sent a message to say hello. Until I accidentally opened the diary he left behind. My photos were neatly pasted inside, recording my daily schedule, and my name was written all over the corners of the pages.
Those handwritings calmly calculated every "accidental encounter" and evaluated everyone around me.
——Only then can I see clearly that the dog I raised was never a dog.
It was a wolf that had already put on its cute fur and was patiently waiting to trap me in its territory.
At this moment, the wolf was leaning against the door panel of my house, his breathing was hot, his eyes were red, and he was holding the diary tightly in his hand.
His voice was hoarse, with a wet nasal tone, but he was too stubborn to avoid:
"Brother."
"They all hate me."
"... You don't want me anymore?"
Purpose: Life is not just about living alone, but there is also love