I Just Came to Borrow a Light Chapter 28:

Lin Chengbu called back the phone almost as soon as he read the text message clearly, but the female voice that made countless people's teeth itch came from the receiver, and the user you dialed was turned off.

He reluctantly hung up and dialed again.

You call with...

"Fuck you." Lin Chengbu slammed his phone on the bed.

The phone bounces on the mattress and gracefully jumps off.

"Hey!" Lin Chengbu hurriedly jumped over to pick up the phone again. He might not feel bad if the phone was broken. He had been using it for several years, mainly in case the Yuanwu tendon was right now and contacted him again... …

Contact shit!

If I want to contact you, I will contact him early, and I won't let him make such a toss!

Lin Chengbu sat down beside the bed, looking at the phone screen, the upper right corner was broken and leaked.

After being stunned for a while, he pulled out a notebook and a pen from the drawer of the bedside table. This is a very cute ledger, given to him by Lin Huiyu, so that he can think about his wasted life in front of the ledger. .

But he didn't remember once.

Start accounting today.

He wrote a line on the first page.

-Jehovah · step by step to help the foolish · noon's loss and expense list

Then turn to the next page and write down the two-way fuel cost from the city to Shenqiao, the cost of packing luggage, the cost of comforting the big head, the cost of mental damage when frightened, and the cost of repairing the light leakage of the mobile phone.

"Let's settle accounts slowly." Lin Chengbu closed the notebook and put it in his carry-on bag.

There was no news from Yuan Wu for two days in a row. Lin Chengbu contacted all the people he knew about Yuan Wu, and including the people who helped Jiang Chengyu to inquire, none of them had seen Yuan Wu. noon.

"It doesn't matter..." Lin Chengbu sat in the car, took out his mobile phone and flipped through the address book, "Whoever can't find who...it doesn't matter...who will cost whom..."

After finding a phone number, he dialed it: "Da Zhu, I'm Lin Chengbu."

"Shit, don't **** call me Dazhu." The other side said unhappily.

"Pillar," Lin Chengbu smiled, "I'll go to your place now, wait for me at the intersection, it will take about fifteen minutes."

"You tell me what the lock is first, I have to bring something," said the other side.

"It's the kind of door that is given when the apartment is handed over. I don't know what kind of lock it is, and it's not a high-end community. It shouldn't be a high-end door, right?" Lin Chengbu said.

"Okay, see you later."

Dazhu's name is Li Dazhu. He used to have a good relationship with his classmates who studied auto repair, but Li Dazhu, like him, didn't study auto repair, so he set up a lock-picking company in the past two years.

"Let me tell you, I really have something to do with you..." Li Dazhu got into his car at the intersection, carrying a toolbox, "Is it really your home?"

"No." Lin Chengbu turned the car around and drove out in the direction of Yuan Wu's house.

"Fuck, then I can't open it for you," Li Dazhu patted the door, "Stop the car, I want to go down."

"A friend of mine," Lin Chengbu locked the car door, "is missing, I want to find him."

"You go to the police if you're missing, why are you picking someone's lock?" Li Dazhu looked at him, "Is it your time for the money? Well, I can't open the lock for you. After a while, someone will call the police. I have to go in together..."

"Am I the kind of unreliable person!" Lin Chengbu said, "Have I cheated on you after we have known each other for so many years?"

"That's not true...you let me think about it." Li Dazhu frowned.

Lin Chengbu had only been to Yuan Wu's house once, but he remembered Lu very clearly, and he basically didn't need to recall, so he drove the car to the downstairs of Yuan Wu's house.

As he got out of the car, he glanced upstairs with expectation, but the windows of Yuan Wu's house were closed and there was no light.

After a painful ideological struggle, Li Dazhu finally made a difficult decision. He helped Lin Chengbu to unlock the door of Yuan Wu's house.

"Fuck, how long has this house been unoccupied?" Li Dazhu covered his nose as soon as the door opened, the smell of dust rushed in.

Lin Chengbu directly made the dust flutter and sneezed twice: "No one has been there for at least two years."

"Damn it, the water, electricity, gas, etc. are all broken, right?" Li Dazhu pressed the switch on the wall, and the light came on, "Hey, is there still electricity?"

"Yes," Lin Chengbu walked into the house, "I've been paying it... so I told you that it's okay to open this lock for me, don't worry."

Li Dazhu left after standing in the room for a while. Lin Chengbu said he didn't agree to have a meal for a while. He couldn't get rid of the feeling of being a thief, so he took a taxi and went back.

Lin Chengbu took out a small book from his bag and opened it.

-Favor fee for sliding the door and breaking the lock.

The house was quite messy. Yuan Wu didn't tidy up very much. The house had been empty for so long after walking. Except for the mess, he could draw with his fingers everywhere.

Lin Cheng walked to the balcony to have a look. The dandelions on the balcony were surprisingly still alive.

Because Yuan Wu was too lazy to water the flowers, he made a timed flower watering device. As long as the water and electricity are continuous, the flowers will not die... But it is quite ugly to live because the curtains are half drawn, and there is too little time to see the sun. , the leaves are whitish.

Lin Chengbu looked at these dandelions and suddenly felt very emotional.

After a while on the balcony, he turns into the bedroom.

He has never entered the bedroom. This is the first time. When he opened the bedroom door, he was a little bit inexplicably excited and curious.

Yuan Wu's bedroom is very simple. The bed, wardrobe, and a small sofa are gone.

There is no bedside table, and it doesn't look lifelike.

When I turned on the light, Lin Chengbu saw a hideous face on the head of the bed at a glance. I didn't know if it was a monster or a **** of death. Yuan Wu put his head under this face every day...

He also said that his iron-framed bed, Yuan Wu's bed was called sick.

Lin Chengbu opened the closet door, there was no ash inside, and there was a faint fragrance, which made him excited for a while.

It should be some kind of incense, he used to smell it on Yuan Wu.

He put his head into the closet and smelled it, and looked at the clothes inside, all of which were clean.

Then... let's get to work.

Lin Chengbu took off his shirt, threw it on the bed, and went to the kitchen to find a rag and a bucket.

Before starting work, he took out another small notebook and wrote down a line.

- The hard work of cleaning up the house (a house that has been unoccupied for two years, still very messy).

Yuan Wu sat in front of the bay window with his legs crossed.

The morning sun is very good, and with my eyes closed, I can see small golden spots jumping in front of my eyes.

He wanted to experience this kind of refreshing morning, and it had been a long time since he felt really relaxed and comfortable.

But still no.

Close his eyes and he will have the urge to cry.

Why is he so hypocritical, why he still can't calm down after so many days, he himself can't understand.

Not your fault.

Don't blame you.

He told himself repeatedly that Won Shin's death was not self-inflicted.

But I still can't convince myself.

The thought of that afternoon and that afternoon sun made his heart palpitate.

He still clearly recalls Yuan Shen's gaze looking at him through the sparkling water, and the feeling of the knuckles in his palm still remains in his hands when he tightly grips Yuan Shen's wrist...

He remembers every detail from anxiety to despair, the hopelessness when he had to let go of Won Shin's hand in excruciating pain.

If he doesn't let go, if he persists for one second, two seconds, will Yuan Shen be able to pull away, will Yuan Shen not die?

Won Shin wouldn't have died if he hadn't given up?

If he didn't hide from Yuan Shen and ignore Yuan Shen's abnormal words and thoughts, wouldn't Yuan Shen not die?

He opened his eyes and touched a diary beside him. Yuan Shen had too many thoughts. When he was trying to get a little response from him, if he hadn't avoided...

Won't Yuan Shen die?

There are so many ifs, if only one if is established, won't Yuan Shen not die?

Yuan Wu threw the diary aside, jumped out of the bay window, and circled around the house in annoyance.

This is Yuanshen's room. There are traces of Yuanshen everywhere, all kinds of notes with incomprehensible words, and those paintings about death that were drawn on the wall.

How long has it been? Won Shin yearns for death so much, as much as a ritual.

Yuan Wu slumped into the sofa. He had to admit that even if they were twins born in an amniotic sac, even if he and Yuan Shen had countless "heart connections" since childhood, he still couldn't Imagine Won Shin's world.

Yuan Wu was lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

It wasn't until it was dark outside the window that he got up slowly and glanced at the clock on the wall.

After entering the bathroom and washing his face, he changed his clothes and walked out the door.

The sun has set, and the wind blowing is a little cool, Yuan Wu looked back at the house behind him.

This is Yuan Shen's secret. He only told Yuan Wu that he lived here, and neither his grandparents knew where he lived.

Yuan Wu didn't know if he just wanted to tell him when he told him the address, or if he hoped that he would come and have a look, or if he hoped that one day his world would be understood by his relatives.

Family, grandparents.

Yuan Wu frowned. He could understand the pain of his grandparents.

The two old people took care of Yuan Shen almost as if they were his life. Every time Yuan Shen fell ill and was hospitalized, they would lose weight.

He knew what Yuan Shen meant to his grandparents, and he still felt a sharp pain when he remembered the scene when grandma pointed at him while crying and scolding.

"Did you mean it! How could you not hold him!"

"You are in better health than him! You are stronger than him! How could you not be able to pull his hand away!"

"The water plants are so thin! So soft! How can they keep pulling!"

"You just watch him die! Watch him die! You can let go of him if you watch him die!"

Yuan Wu waved his hand irritably, turned into the underground garage, and opened his shoulder bag.

There is a bottle of self-spray paint in the body of the car, which he bought yesterday.

i'd.

He looked at the line of writing next to the car body. He wanted to cover it with paint, but he hesitated for a long time but did not do it.

i'd.

This is written by Yuan Shen.

"birl, d..."

Yuan Wu still remembers Yuan Shen while humming a song and slowly writing i'd on the paper, sketching it thickly, then cutting out a hollow pattern, and then waving the paint can and spraying it in the car bucket The situation of line characters.

He was afraid to think of Yuan Shen again, afraid that any trace of Yuan Shen would appear in his space and life, but he could not erase his less and less traces after Yuan Shen had disappeared.

The most common things in Yuan Shen's room are the graffiti cans, and he will always carry a few cans in his carry-on bag.

Yuan Wu has always felt that this is probably his way of venting, just like the graffiti on Qinghe Street, which expresses his emotions with self-awareness.

It wasn't until he saw the graffiti on the wall of the abandoned factory building that he looked like Yuanshen's style, and then he knew that Yuanshen was not venting or showing himself.

He doesn't even know himself.

Yuan Wu drove his car to a small bridge. He found this while walking two days ago. It was very quiet, especially during the period before dinner, when only a few refused to go home after school. The children scoffed past.

He parked the car and sat on the stone bench by the bridge.

After smoking a cigarette, he took out his phone and turned it on.

The phone was very quiet, only one text message from Jiang Chengyu and two missed calls from Lin Chengbu.

- Figured it out and contact me, I want to drink your special tune.

Yuan Wu smiled at Jiang Chengyu's text message.

Lin Chengbu missed the time when he sent a text message, almost only ten seconds apart.

But what surprised Yuan Wu was that apart from these two calls, Lin Chengbu never contacted him again.

It's a little different from his style.

Yuan Wu opened the call log, the latest contact name was "Dr. Liang", and he dialed.

"Dr Liang, I'm Yuan Wu," he said after answering the phone, "I tried it, but it didn't work... I just can't think about these things at certain times of the day... I'm just I feel like...I can't get past this hurdle, I just feel like...my brother...it's because of me..."

Yuan Wu closed his eyes and couldn't speak any longer. After he touched a cigarette and lit it, he said softly: "I know, I don't want this, I really... I'm afraid I'll be like this for the rest of my life. Now, trapped in his suicide...I can't even live a normal life...Thanks, I'll go see you tomorrow morning."

He exhaled a cigarette after hanging up.

Yuan Wu, how much pain you have, you need how much determination, this kind of thing can't be solved by sleeping, shouting a few times, and traveling.

Something hurts so deeply in our hearts that we don't even feel its presence, yet we are still affected by it.

If you want to come out, you don't have to listen to what I say. I said, you have to do it, you have to cooperate, you have to work hard, and the efforts of both of us will do.

Dr. Liang was introduced by Jiang Chengyu. A long time ago, Jiang Chengyu gave him Dr. Liang's phone number, hoping that he could chat.

But he... didn't go, he always thought it was a terrible thing to show a stranger the weakness and sadness that he didn't even want to think about.

As he said to Lin Chengbu, how can someone else tear my injury apart.

But some things are not as simple as he thinks, and I can get rid of them without fear of pain.

He smiled, and even Lin Chengbu went to Dr. Liang behind his back.

This... Holy Father neurosis.

When Lin Chengbu finished tidying up Yuan Wu's room, there was a feeling that if he didn't commit a brutal extortion and extortion on Yuan Wu in the future, it would not be enough to recover from his work as a contract worker today.

He washed clothes, sheets, quilt covers, sofa cushions, all the cloth that could be removed, and even the curtains, he threw them in the bathtub, stepped on them and kneaded them.

A piece was also torn.

Wipe after washing. He wiped all surfaces several times, wiping while sneezing, and mopping the floor several times.

When all the work was done, it was bright outside.

"Your uncle..." Lin Chengbu looked at the bright sky outside, "Amen."

Lin Chengbu went to take a shower. The shampoo and body wash in the bathroom were from at least two years ago. He opened it and smelled it. .

After taking a bath, he changed into Yuan Wu's clothes, which made him feel a lot more comfortable. When he lay down on the bed that had just been changed to a new bed, he snorted comfortably and slammed his **** on the mattress. Twice.

He tutted, listening to the thin creaking of the mattress, hooligan bed.

A few more **** smashes.

There was something else in the creaking sound this time. It sounded like a paper jammed somewhere. He sat up and jolted twice.

Then following the sound he felt a crumpled piece of paper in the gap between the mattress and the backrest.

It should be slid in and it will be gone.

The word Lin Chengbu on the paper is already recognizable, it belongs to Yuan Wu.

Write an address and a string of numbers. I don't know if it's a q number or a phone number.

He hesitated for a while, then called Jiang Chengyu and read him the address and numbers: "Do you have an impression? Where is this place? What number?"

"I don't remember, I haven't heard him mention it," Jiang Chengyu said sleepily, "Are you getting up early, or haven't you slept yet?"

"I didn't sleep," Lin Chengbu said, "Did you just sleep?"

"Ah, I just started my first dream," Jiang Chengyu yawned, "You can go and look at this address, but my suggestion is, you can, don't go there."

"Well," Lin Chengbu frowned, "Are you afraid he'll be annoying."

"Didn't he tell you not to look for him anywhere," Jiang Chengyu said, "you don't know him yet. If you really find him, he can really give you no face at all."

"I know that," Lin Chengbu smiled, "so I'll ask you about it first."

"Xiaobu," Jiang Chengyu sighed, "If Yuan Wu is fine again, I will knock him out and send you to bed."

"Fuck," Lin Chengbu was stunned for a while, then laughed again after a while, "You may not be able to beat him."

"I'll make a sneak attack, as long as you don't feel distressed, a stick in the back will definitely bring you down," Jiang Chengyu said, "I can't stand my rival in love anymore..."

"Thank you Brother Chengyu." Lin Chengbu said with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chengbu wrote down the address on the note into his mobile phone, and took that number to add a friend on q. The name and avatar of a typical wash-cut-browser were displayed. I looked at the space, and it was all about "You guys don't understand how awesome my brother is, and my brother is about to blow up the sun".

Lin Chengbu turned it off with the urge to slap this person. It is estimated that this q number has nothing to do with Yuan Wu. It should be a phone number?

But he didn't fight.

Yes, Yuan Wu said not to look for him everywhere.

Then don't look for it.

I'm staying at your house until you come to me.

You just bought a house that you haven't lived in for a few days. If you can afford it, don't live there.