inferior possession

Chapter 71

Of course the deer didn't drink, and kept silent, holding the wine bottle tightly in his hand, his knuckles were shaking.

Duan Congzhen only took one look and guessed that he might be using the bottle as his neck.

Can't wait to strangle to death.

After staring at him distractedly for a while, Duan Congzhen said, "Actually, it's not wine."

That is, the deer did not respond.

"I packed some juice." Duan Congzhen said.

"Why did you put the juice in a wine bottle?" The deer asked mechanically with a dead face and a hoarse voice.

"Do you want them to find out that I'm carrying alcohol when I'm stopped by the traffic police?" Duan Congzhen frowned and smiled, "I look like an idiot?"

Ji Lu stopped talking, his finger on the gin bottle, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Duan Congzhen glanced at him and urged, "Drink."

Ji Lu paused for a moment, then unscrewed the bottle abruptly, raised his head and poured it down his throat, barely swallowing. Three seconds later, the bottle was empty.

The faint smell of kumquat spread between the lips and teeth, that is, the deer drooped his eyelids, raised his hand, wiped the liquid overflowing from his lips with the back of his hand, and struggled to sit up.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the man's wet lips after drinking the juice. Duan Congzhen knocked on the steering wheel unconsciously with his fingertips, and looked away thoughtfully.

"Where did you get the medicine?" Ji Lu asked, then gently shook the bottle in his hand, "This..."

"Put it in the back seat." Duan Congzhen said.

But Ji Lu chuckled, put down the car window, and threw the bottle out of the window.The empty wine bottle hit the curb, shattered with a "bang", and was left far behind the car.

"Bambi." Duan Congzhen raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's so rude. Throwing objects through the window is not very good."

"It's not a violation if you're not caught," said Ji Lu.

With a laugh, the corners of Duan Congzhen's lips raised, with an incomprehensible emotion, and after a while, he answered his question, "You stayed at home."

"What?" asked the deer.

"Medicine." Duan Congzhen said, "I didn't get that, you left it at home."

"Where did it land?"

"Home."

"..."

There was silence in the carriage, even Lu didn't know if he really didn't hear the sarcasm in his rhetorical question, or if he was pretending not to know.

"Duan Congzhen." Ji Lu called him, with both first and last names, "That's not my home."

"Oh, is that so?" Duan Congzhen's expression was calm, without any irritation, "I thought that the first day you came to my house, you treated my house as your own."

The words were plain, but the sarcasm and contempt could be vaguely seen in the words.

Ji Lu took a deep breath. The medicine just now stabilized his mood, but staying by this man's side was like holding a ticking time bomb.

He was restless, terrified, uneasy, and desperate. Those suppressed things began to surge in his heart, clamoring and spreading.

That is, the deer can't control his brain, he can't control his emotions, and he can't control his body.

The lips trembled, and the deer grabbed the edge of the car seat, trying to calm himself down, "If you are here to humiliate me, then..."

"Bambi." Duan Congzhen interrupted him, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm here to give you an injection. I think I explained this in the morning."

"I won't go back again." Ji Lu's voice was choked and dry, he leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes were erratic and unfocused, "I already have a new..."

"Home?" Duan Congzhen helped him complete the sentence.

Ji Lu didn't make a sound, he could only purse his lips, forcing himself not to cry again.

"Is that your home? That flower shop?" Duan Congzhen smiled, not knowing what it meant, he asked repeatedly, "Is that your home? That's Han Shuo's house, which he lent you to live in. You're not even a tenant, you haven't paid him rent, is that your home?"

"...a new residence." The deer gritted his teeth, changed his mouth, and tried his best to maintain what little decency he had left.

Han Shuo helped him build up that bit of decency, even if it wasn't for himself, for Han Shuo's sake, he couldn't be so embarrassing.

Ji Lu closed his eyes, "Duan Congzhen, can you let me go? I don't have a home anymore..."

"You don't have a home anymore?" Duan Congzhen interrupted him again, slowly repeating his words word by word, and sneered strangely, "It's as if you once had a home."

"The orphanage, the mental hospital, my house, your colleague's house." Duan Congzhen listed them one by one, as if peeling off his fragile disguise layer by layer, "Bambi, do you regard these as your home?"

"...Don't say any more." That is, Lu's heart was like a knife being twisted, and he gritted his teeth.

"Oh, or is it your home that your mother lived in with 29 other women?"

"Enough, enough..."

"I don't have a home anymore, I don't have a home anymore," Duan Congzhen imitated his tone, repeating over and over again, "Bambi, only those who once had a home deserve to say they don't have a home anymore, do you think you have one?"

Ji Lu listened quietly to his harsh words, as always, Duan Congzhen has not changed at all, the only thing that has changed is that he no longer pretends to be gentle in front of him, and every knife goes straight into the red heart.

He is very good at hurting others, even unconsciously, this is Duan Congzhen's instinct, a badness engraved in his bones.

"Whatever you say." Ji Lu laughed tremblingly, as if he could ignore what Duan Congzhen said.

"Why do you always regard other people's charity as your home?" Duan Congzhen smiled, with unreasonable reason, "It seems that without those people, without me, you can't live..."

"Because I'm sick!" Ji Lu yelled suddenly, with red eyes and a broken self-abandonment, "Because I'm fucking mentally ill, is that okay!?"

"My mother doesn't want me, but I only have her family. The nurses in Dongqingshan beat and scolded me. I convinced myself that they were treating me. You were so mean to me, so I changed everything you didn't like on me. ..."

"I know, of course I know...Of course I know I don't have a home...but only by comforting myself in this way can I survive the abuse of you lunatics! I won't die! What the hell do you know! Just because I'm sick, so I deserve this treatment! Is that okay!?"

The sudden screaming and dry and hoarse roar made Duan Congzhen stunned, and looked at the man who was about to collapse beside him in surprise.

"Brother Duan... I don't care if you don't love me, really..." Jilu was crying, his eyes were so red that his blood was on the verge of blood, and he looked at him through a layer of thick tears, "No one has ever loved me, I'm not surprised at all...I don't even care that you lied to me, denied me, humiliated me...but you can't hurt people, you can't touch them, I beg you..."

"You can treat me as a lowly person, and I will be grateful to Dade if someone treats me a little better. No one has ever treated me so well before. They are innocent..." That is to say, the deer spoke incoherently, his voice was panting, as if he was struggling, "you Hate me, hate me, I don't care, I can never show up in front of you again, I'll go now, go right away, I promise I won't disturb your eyes again, but you can't harm them... I beg you... "

Looking at him silently, looking at the man begging him three times and four times, Ji Lu grabbed his cuff in desperation, lowered his head deeply, and tears almost fell on the back of his hand.

Duan Congzhen looked at him with an expressionless face, his eyes were as calm as a pool of water, deep and undetectable.

After a while, Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes, raised his arms to hug the man's trembling shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.

"Don't be angry." He said lightly, stroking the man's thin back with his palm, and whispered in his ear, "I said, don't forget, I will always watch you."

"So..." Duan Congzhen paused for a moment, his voice was deep, "Stop dreaming."

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In the back hall of the flower shop, in the dark bedroom, the outdoor pipes are still dripping, making a strange and crisp ticking sound.

Duan Congzhen stretched out his hand, rolled up Jilu's sleeve, squeezed a cotton swab, and disinfected his upper arm.

"Doctor Duan," Ji Lu called out to him, smiled slightly, and was extremely cold, "Would you know how to give this kind of injection?"

This was the first time that Ji Lu called him by this name. Duan Congzhen paused for a moment with his hand holding the cotton swab, his eyes changed slightly, then he raised his eyes and glanced at him, "No."

Jilu moved his lips, but did not speak.

"But I've seen someone take it before." Duan Congzhen put the medicine bottle into the syringe, clicked it open, sat next to Ji Lu, pinched his arm, and suddenly hesitated, "Are you afraid of injections?"

"Is it very important?" Ji Lu picked his lips and turned his head stiffly, "Hurry up."

After the fight, Duan Congzhen is satisfied, so let's go.

After a moment of silence, Duan Congzhen suddenly said, "I'm not sure if the wrong injection method will be dangerous."

Ji Lu smiled lightly, and answered softly, "It's best to die right away."

Duan Congzhen raised his eyebrows, raised his arm, licked his lips subconsciously, held the syringe, pierced the needle into the middle of the deltoid muscle, and then slowly pushed the liquid medicine.

Ji Lu pursed his lips and trembled a little. He didn't know whether it was the drug effect or the psychological effect, but he didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, turned his face away, and didn't look at him.

After pulling out the needle, Duan Congzhen calmly breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

"It's a pity." The deer spit out two words.

"What a pity?" Duan Congzhen asked.

"not dead."

Hearing his rare sarcastic words, Duan Congzhen smiled and put the syringe in his pocket, "Remember to fix the bathroom so you don't get cut again next time."

That is to say, the deer put down his sleeves silently without saying a word.

"Let's go." Duan Congzhen grabbed his coat, turned and opened the bedroom door, but was stopped by a man's voice.

"You know, for a while I really called this flower shop home."

Ji Lu raised his head, looked at the peeling ceiling, laughed at himself, then slowly lowered his head, his eyes fell on Duan Congzhen, "Do you want to know why?"

"I don't really want to." Duan Congzhen said frankly, shrugging his shoulders lightly, "but if you want to say it, then say it."

Ji Lu looked at him, his voice was extremely soft and low, as if it came from afar.

"Because I used to think that you would never find this place."

The meaning of the words could not be clearer.

Disappointment, avoidance, fear, and to the extreme heart ashes.

After hearing this, Duan Congzhen didn't react too much, and nodded affirmatively, "The reason is good and convincing."

"But I really didn't expect that you would come here with me." The deer looked away and looked out the window.

"With you?" Duan Congzhen frowned slightly, "Do you think I'm following you?"

"Isn't it?" Ji Lu asked back, "I went to deliver flowers that day, and you saw me, right." As he spoke, he smiled bitterly, "I haven't thanked you yet, and I haven't made a fool of myself in public."

"I didn't follow you." Duan Congzhen shook his head, denying disdainfully, "Stalking is for the mentally handicapped, I wouldn't do such a thing."

Ji Lu looked at him quietly, his eyes seemed to be covered with dust, and the light could no longer be seen, full of distrust.

Duan Congzhen took out a card from his pocket and threw it in his hand, "The address of the florist is inserted in the flowers you sent, so it's not hard to find."

Duan Congzhen looked at him and smiled, "I didn't follow you, you told me you were here."