Why did he want to die?

Is the reason why I traveled here is to save myself who was determined to die during this period?

Lin Leyang stared at the ceiling every night when he couldn't sleep, asking questions countless times in his heart. Everyone didn't believe his words, and everyone was joking with him as if he was playing house.

What can you do at the age of eighteen...

To be honest, Lin Leyang was not very clear. He only knew that he had to search for it. No matter what he was looking for, if he wanted to go back, he had to do this ten years ago. He could always hear a voice urging him to find it faster, find the answer, and find the way to go back. He does not belong here.

Li Chuan showed some silence to his answer. Lin Leyang looked at him and finally couldn't hide his emotions that had been held in for many days.

"You heard them, too?"

The boy still looked at the scar on his wrist, and his expression was not in line with the depth and restraint of this age. He could hear the emotions in his words and just raised his eyes and asked, "What did they say?"

"I broke my brain when I cut my wrists." Lin Leyang didn't dare to say this to Wu Xu and the others. Those people were too sensitive to his injuries, but Li Chuan was different. They had similar parts and similar scars on their bodies.

Li Chuan frowned slightly.

Through the past few days of getting along, Lin Leyang found that his appearance is not bad, but he is too thin and his skin is dark, making him look rustic. In fact, when you look closely, the boy's eye sockets are deep and his nose is straight. Although he has single eyelids, his eyes are not narrow and his side face is clearly curved. As long as he dresses up, he should be a handsome salt-type guy who attracts girls. For example, now, with just one look, his aura has changed.

He seemed to dislike Lin Leyang saying this, and he paused for two seconds before speaking: "I haven't heard anyone say it."

"It's almost the same anyway." Lin Leyang replied unyieldingly.

Just kidding, how could a child suppress his aura? Even though he was very childish in doing so.

Li Chuan did not mean to argue with him, but just described the facts: "I have never communicated with other people in the hospital."

Lin Leyang was stunned for a moment, "Are you a single room too?"

Li Chuan shook his head, "Four people."

This time, before Lin Leyang could speak, he spoke first: "They don't want to talk to me."

Lin Leyang's expression softened when he heard this.

He often has a lot of love. His favorite thing to do is to pick up some kittens and dogs and go home. He has been scolded by his sister because of this. His parents always tolerate him infinitely, but Lin Ruolu cares more about him and often educates him in the tone of his elders.

Lin Leyang couldn't help but look at Li Chuan with an elderly look, like a kitten and puppy he had picked up. He was the object of care at home, and he had never taken care of anyone, so the young man in front of him became the first object he could take care of.

"Why are they unwilling to talk to you?" He turned his head, his eyes cleared out of the young man. He did not ask for a single answer, and then continued, "I will talk to you."

Li Chuan looked at him and suddenly reached out to tie his hair up for him, "Well, it's enough for you to do so."

Lin Leyang suddenly had a novel feeling, and such responsive dialogue made him very useful.

He is not a person who can endure loneliness and always likes to be lively, but he can't find a companion to tell in the huge hospital.

Lin Leyang couldn't help but be glad that one day ago, he saw Li Chuan squatting beside the fake stone painting. Because he was curious, he walked over and saw a lead-gray grass painted on the white paper, and a flower was drawn crookedly.

So ugly.

But he took a step closer, and this step brought their distance.

##

Lin Leyang likes to draw and does not put down his brush until he goes to high school.

When he was a child, his parents enrolled him in classes. He was unwilling to learn traditional sketches and always scribble according to his own wishes. The teacher said he was talented, but he could not get decent results based on his own preferences.

Lin Leyang doesn't like being framed. He and his sister Lin Ruolu have completely opposite personalities. When he was young, he was worried that he was not his parents' biological child. After playing the violin and his neighbors complained, this thought surged and drowned him as young as he hugged the piano and cried.

Afterwards, my parents comforted him with laughter and tears: If you don’t learn, don’t learn. No one forces you to learn, do whatever you want.

Lin Leyang has been free from urination since childhood, so when he arrived in high school, he really stopped learning to draw, and no one in his family raised objections.

Ordinary people will struggle to think about it. Can I give up the things I have finally insisted on so easily? Lin Leyang thought in his heart that he is not going to draw forever. This is a hobby. He has not set goals for himself and does not have to reach any step. He thinks that this is great now and can stop, so stop.

The high school classmates said that he had no ambitions, so Lin Leyang lay lazily on the desk. The afternoon sun fell on half of his cheeks. He was so young and so arbitrary that he could do anything without reason or forgive him.

He said frankly: "Yes, I just don't have any lofty ideals."

He spoke with tiredness, like a big cat taking a break in the corner of the wall, or a curly hair, even his eyelashes were curly and full of light, spreading light golden, but there was a small shadow on his shoulders, blocked by the eaves of the window, like his free and free little world.

At that time, Lin Leyang never thought that he would be so embarrassed in two years. When he opened his eyes, he would travel ten years later. He had to face his friends who had lost their hair, face his own thoughts and his mystery that no one would tell him.

What exactly is there to hide?

Lin Leyang couldn't figure out, and even more so why the people in the hospital were so unfriendly to Li Chuan.

Through these days of getting along, he deeply felt that Li Chuan was a very good person, calm and talked little, but was willing to listen. In addition to occasionally staring at him with strange eyes, he was simply a perfect partner.

##

No one came to visit the disease at night, and Lin Leyang was alone holding an apple and gnawing it.

Wu Xu brought too many fruits, and it also took up space in the room. The weather became hotter and hotter, and it would be bad if it was left for a long time. Lin Leyang simply gave it to the nurse who came to check the rounds.

He secretly asked his sister to do not care whether they were happy or not. In short, he was rude to others and was short-spoken, and the nurse would occasionally reveal the hospital matters to Lin Leyang.

For example, when going to the toilet in the middle of the night, don’t look in the mirror suddenly, don’t take the elevator alone to the 18th floor, don’t walk in front and call the names of the people behind you...

Lin Leyang didn't want to listen to ghost stories in the hospital at all. Every time he listened to the beginning with great enthusiasm. The more he listened, the more he looked, the more he lost his face. He heard that he had no desire to live in the end.

He discovered that the nurses in the hospital like to tease him and treat him as a mascot.

Just occasionally when he sits there quietly and doesn't speak, they won't joke with him.

Today he sat cross-legged on the bed and ate apples. The nurse came over to check the rounds and said, "I see you and Li Chuan come back together today."

"Yes." Lin Leyang was very open-minded, and had a kind of loyalty to stand up for his brothers. "Is there any problem?"

The nurse shook her head, "No, he is very stable this time, it's really rare."

"This time?" Lin Leyang grabbed the point, "Have he been here many times?"

The nurse glanced at him, "Well, he's also a regular visitor."

After the nurse left, Lin Leyang threw the apple core into the trash can, his fingers stuck, and walked into the bathroom to rush his hands.

After all, it was the ward. It was gloomy when the lights were not turned on. He stood in front of the bed and was stunned for a while. Finally, he lay down on the bedside, reached out to touch his phone at the head of the bed, but he felt something else. He simply took the long box into his hand and looked through it. At this time, the ward sounded "dongdong" sound.

His hands shook, and his face almost suffered another disaster. His glasses rolled out of the box and he held up from the bed.

No one would knock on his door.

Especially at this time.

Lin Leyang swallowed, "Who?"

The person outside the door said, "Li Chuan."

Lin Leyang was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, "Come in, the door is not locked, scare me..."

The door was opened, and Li Chuan stood outside the door and looked at him, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

Only then did Lin Leyang feel that the room was too dark, and he got up and wanted to turn on the light, but Li Chuan took the lead. The dazzling white woven light suddenly lit up, and he couldn't open his eyes.

"Why are you here?" he said wonderingly.

"Look at you that the lights are not turned on here." Li Chuan replied.

Lin Leyang stared at him in a daze.

Li Chuan continued: "Just kidding, someone in our ward got sick and was pressed on my bed by the nurse. I had no place to go."

Lin Leyang was skeptical, but he still patted his bed to show his friendship.

Li Chuan was not polite either. He sat up and looked at him. Although he was silent, he was obedient.

Lin Leyang thought for a while and said, "Do you eat fruit?"

“Not to eat.”

The atmosphere was awkward.

The two only had contact with each other outdoors, and Li Chuan said very little. Lin Leyang often asked first before answering a few simple answers.

Lin Leyang suddenly thought: "Hey, I haven't asked how old you are?"

Li Chuan glanced at him and replied slowly: "Original from 2007."

Lin Leyang was stuck: "How old is it in 2007?" He was shocked by this number.

Li Chuan turned his head slightly, "Nineteen."

Lin Leyang laughed dryly, "Then I'm nine years older than you."

God knows that his heart is bleeding when he says this.

"Yeah." Li Chuan said, "I know."

Lin Leyangqi said: "How do you know?"

Li Chuan paused, "Someone in the ward said to you."

"You're still no one in the hospital talking about me in the afternoon."

Li Chuan said frankly: "Well, I lied."

Lin Leyang had no choice but to sit next to the boy, "You really don't eat fruit?"

"No..." Li Chuan swallowed it back into his stomach as soon as he said a word, and asked Lin Leyang in turn, "Do you want me to eat?"
To be continued...