One Hundred Ways to Whitewash Villains [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

Extra: Lu Xiangnan & Song Xiuyi

　　Extra: Lu Xiangnan

　　What does it feel like to be buried underground for more than ten hours?

　　Panic, fear, despair—these feelings that should have arisen at this time, Lu Xiangnan didn't feel at all. The body temperature of the person underneath him transmitted through the fabric, as well as the even and powerful sound of the heart beating, seemed to dispel all the panic and anxiety, giving people an indescribable sense of stability.

　　Therefore, when the only support in the darkness disappeared, he was so panicked, as if he fell into an abyss in an instant.

　　——Don't yell, wasting air and energy unnecessarily.

　　Wei Chengze... was just taking a short nap. When you have slept enough, you will naturally wake up.

　　Putting his forehead on Wei Chengze's shoulder, Lu Xiangnan bit his lower lip, trying his best to endure the sobs that were about to come out.

　　The air around him became thinner and thinner, and the breath of the person beneath him became weaker and weaker. Lu Xiangnan only felt that his brain was swollen and his consciousness was becoming less and less clear.

　　Is the person underneath you still breathing? Is the heart still beating? Is your body still warm? How much time has passed?

　　Can he really... make it out alive?

　　There were many times when Lu Xiangnan didn't even know whether he was thinking or what he was thinking about.

　　The brain was like a rusty clockwork, running slowly and arduously, as if it would break in the next second because it could not withstand the excessive force.

　　When the moist air mixed with water vapor blew past the tip of his nose, he was stunned and didn't react for a long time. It wasn't until the stone slab above him was moved away, and dazzling light penetrated through the gap, until he felt that he was being dragged out of the ground, that the consciousness that had sunk to the bottom of the mire struggled to the surface. But the body that had maintained the same posture for a long time did not obey his orders at all, as if the whole body was made of cotton, so soft that it could not use any force, and even the appearance of the person in front of him could not be clearly seen.

　　Lifting his arm little by little, Lu Xiangnan tightly grasped the sleeve of the person holding him, and said in a rough and hoarse voice: "Save...save him..." Tears flowed out of his eyes, meandering. Tears flowed down his cheeks, "Help him..."

　　Please, help him.

　　"...Hmm." The person whose sleeve was grabbed was silent for a long time before he responded in a low voice. The calm voice was somewhat familiar, which inexplicably made Lu Xiangnan feel at ease.

　　Great...

　　His lips moved silently, and his heart hanging in the air fell steadily to the ground. The strength in Lu Xiangnan's hand relaxed, and he could no longer hold on, and fell into a deep sleep.

　　Later, Lu Xiangnan imagined countless times how Song Xiuyi felt when he answered that call. But every time, all Lu Xiangnan could think of was the pain that seemed to tear his heart apart.

　　"Did he say anything to you in the end?" When Song Xiuyi asked this question, the expression on his face was so calm that Lu Xiangnan couldn't even see any unnecessary emotion on his face.

　　It was as if the person in front of him was just a clay doll, and he couldn't feel the slightest trace of human life from his body.

　　It was as if the person in front of him had left this world together with the person who had lost his life.

　　I still stay here now just to hear that person's last words.

　　Only then did Lu Xiangnan know why Wei Chengze left such words at that time.

　　He knew Song Xiuyi too deeply, so he knew how Song Xiuyi would feel and what he would do when he learned the news.

　　When Lu Xiangnan was thinking about all this, he even felt a hint of jealousy involuntarily.

　　——Even at that time, Wei Chengze was still thinking about Song Xiuyi, and even he was ranked behind Song Xiuyi.

　　"He said he would wait for you." After opening and closing his lips several times, Lu Xiangnan still didn't know what to say. He just repeated what Wei Chengze said at that time truthfully, "So... don't be too anxious. ."

　　As if he didn't expect to hear such words, Song Xiuyi was slightly stunned, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

　　He twitched the corners of his mouth as if he wanted to show a smile. Unfortunately, this expression was too difficult for him at this moment.

　　"I'm jealous of you." Looking at Song Xiuyi's fogged lenses, Lu Xiangnan suddenly said.

　　He was jealous that Song Xiuyi could be liked by Wei Chengze like that. To the end of his jealousy, Wei Chengze still had Song Xiuyi in his heart. He was jealous that Song Xiuyi could have everything Wei Chengze had instead of just a comforting kiss like him.

　　To this day, Lu Xiangnan can still clearly recall the soft and warm touch in the darkness.

　　Like the breeze blowing away the duckweeds in the lake, it leaves no trace but is unforgettable.

　　"I'm jealous of you." However, even Lu Xiangnan did not expect that Song Xiuyi would return these words to him exactly as they were. He turned his head and looked over, his eyes as calm as the surface of a lake.

　　——I am jealous of you for being able to be by his side and accompany him until the last second of his life.

　　It was not until many years later that Lu Xiangnan understood the meaning of Song Xiuyi's words.

　　I can't tell you how I feel in my heart. Maybe it's a little sad, but also a little funny, right? He has obviously occupied Wei Chengze's whole life, but even for such a few hours, he feels unbearable.

　　With possessiveness so strong that it can burn people, Wei Chengze is the only one in this world who can endure such a person, right?

　　Thinking of the gentle smile that that person always had on his face, Lu Xiangnan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and reveal a slightly bitter smile.

　　Only that kind of person can still reach out to him after he did something like that and say to him: "I forgive you."

　　It was like a ray of sunshine shining into the abyss, so gentle and warm that it was intoxicating. .

　　Lu Xiangnan also thought about what his life would be like if he had not met Wei Chengze.

　　Maybe he will continue to hang around in those chaotic places, living a boring and peaceful life similar to before. Then when he reaches an age, he will be dragged away by his parents and placed where he needs to be, becoming a qualified puppet and just follow their instructions. With your own thoughts, you will finish your life.

　　A life that is manipulated like a puppet, without freedom, without light, without - Wei Chengze.

　　Just thinking about that kind of future would make Lu Xiangnan tremble with fear.

　　He was suddenly extremely lucky that he met Wei Chengze on that rainy day and found a place to live. He was also extremely lucky that he fell in love with such a person.

　　——Even if the other party never gave him any corresponding response.

　　Lu Xiangnan confessed to Wei Chengze twice, once when he suddenly realized the inappropriate feelings in his heart, and the other time when he thought he would die.

　　Every time, he already knew Wei Chengze's answer before he said it, but his desire to tell that person his feelings in person did not ease at all.

　　Such courage could only be possessed by him at that age. If it were now... if it were now, would he say "like" so easily?

　　Lu Xiangnan was suddenly stunned.

　　If Wei Chengze were here right now, right in front of him -

　　"I like you."

　　He didn't even need to think too much, the words just blurted out so naturally, with a slight echo, in a short time. The room swirled and dissipated.

　　After sitting in trance for a while, Lu Xiangnan seemed to have suddenly come back to his senses. He covered his eyes and let out a dry laugh.

　　Sure enough, as long as the other party is Wei Chengze, it is so easy to say this. Even if he has to say it a thousand times or ten thousand times, he is willing.

　　But Wei Chengze never gave him this chance.

　　Even at the last moment, Wei Chengze only gave him a kiss that meant nothing.

　　But he remembered this kiss for his whole life.

　　The house the two had lived together was bought by Lu Xiangnan and decorated as it had been back then. However, there was no scent of Wei Chengze on the newly purchased sheets, and the whole room was terrifyingly cold and empty.

　　Everything that belonged to Wei Chengze was taken back by his parents. Lu Xiangnan had met them once. They were both in their thirties or forties, with red eyes and unconcealable sadness on their faces.

　　Lu Xiangnan didn't go up to talk to them - he didn't even dare to meet the eyes of the two people, for fear that the two people would look at him with red eyes and ask him: "Why wasn't you the one who died?"

　　The two of them were obviously together. , why did he survive but Wei Chengze died?

　　——Why wasn't he the one who died?

　　Closing his eyes and curling up in the corner of the bed, Lu Xiangnan felt a tearing pain in his heart.

　　His life is still long, and he will meet all kinds of people, but among them, who will reach out and pat him on the head when he is at his worst, telling him that he has chosen himself? The right to life? Who else, at the last moment of his life, would still care about his feelings and paint a future for him that was too good to be true?

　　Wei Chengze said that he would find someone who is willing to tolerate all his shortcomings and hold hands happily for the rest of his life, but... "In my heart, the person who wants to hold hands for the rest of his life -"

　　" You are the only one."

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　　Extra: Song Xiuyi

　　watched Wei Chengze's ashes being buried in the soil in front of the tomb. After setting up the tombstone, Song Xiuyi suddenly seemed to wake up from a long dream, feeling in an indescribable daze.

　　Somewhat dazedly, Song Xiuyi raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky. Song Xiuyi couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

　　He... fell in love with his own student? Did you even have sex with the other person? Are you even ready to spend the rest of your life with that person?

　　If someone had told Song Xiuyi this in the past, he would have just thrown it at him with a blackboard eraser. But now, the soreness in his chest truly told him that everything before was not his dream, but a dream. Things that really exist.

　　But even though the memory of spending time with Wei Chengze was so clear, even the smallest details were clearly remembered, he still had a vague sense of unreality. It was as if the person who had done this was a stranger who had borrowed his body and soul.

　　This feeling gradually faded away until Song Xiuyi left the cemetery and returned to his home.

　　Pairs of utensils, clothes that belong to another person, books piled on the table that I don't know how to read—every corner of the house is filled with the scent of another person.

　　The tooth cups with ridiculous patterns were so close together that they seemed to be one.

　　Song Xiuyi remembered that Wei Chengze picked it up from a roadside stall next to the school because he disliked the boring cup he was using.

　　He recognized the old man setting up the stall as the grandfather of a student in the next class. He had helped him handle his application for a scholarship, and even casually mentioned it to Wei Chengze.

　　You have half a marinated chicken in the refrigerator and you just need to put it in the oven for an hour to complete this dish.

　　Wei Chengze doesn't like eating meat very much, but he can't refuse chicken, so he always cooks it in different ways for him to eat.

　　"Too thin." Song Xiuyi still remembered the feeling of pinching the soft flesh on Wei Chengze's waist with her fingertips when she said this. "It's also too light." She could always be easily picked up by him.

　　But even this seemingly extremely thin body has such amazing strength.

　　Thinking of the time when his shoulder was dislocated when the other party failed to control his strength, the corners of Song Xiuyi's lips involuntarily rose a little.

　　I really don't know where that little guy's strength comes from.

　　There were two pairs of printed cotton slippers on the shoe rack. When Song Xiuyi brought them home, Wei Chengze questioned the aesthetics, but in the end he changed the shoes obediently, looking like he liked them very much.

　　"Of course the things bought by different people have different meanings." The boy said this, dangling his feet in the air, "So even if it is ugly, I can bear it!" There is an

　　unfinished lesson plan on the desk in front of the window. , on that clean and tidy page, occasionally a few lines of comments with different handwriting will appear.

　　"When I listened to you last time, I didn't quite understand this part." Lying on Song Xiuyi's back, Wei Chengze directly held his hand holding the pen and drew a horizontal line on a line, "Class is over. When I asked about it, there were a lot of people who didn't understand it like me. "

　　The sheets on the bed were his favorite dark blue. When the two of them chose it, they always couldn't agree on it. In the end, they found out that they had considered it separately. , are all the other party's preferences.

　　Faced with Wei Chengze's persistence, he was always the one to compromise.

　　Even now, Song Xiuyi can clearly recall the small complacent expression on Wei Chengze's face after he got the result he wanted.

　　A little proud, a little sweet, and so cute that you can't help but want to reach out and rub his head.

　　And so he did.

　　The soft hair tips gently brushed the palms, making people's hearts soften along with it.

　　The boy narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, like a lazy cat.

　　——As a result, the cat kicked him out of bed that night.

　　Thinking of this, Song Xiuyi couldn't help but chuckle, her heart felt as if melted honey, incredibly soft.

　　Minute by minute, bit by bit, those memories of getting along gradually became clear, as if they were surfacing.

　　The dreamlike trance slowly faded away, replaced by a subtle pain coming from the heart.

　　Knife after blow, like Ling Chi, it cut out his heart piece by piece.

　　His body swayed as if he was unsteady, and Song Xiuyi's face was as pale as a piece of paper. He reached out and pressed his chest, his lips trembled, but he couldn't make a single sound, as if even his voice had been taken away by the overwhelming grief.

　　He suddenly remembered that on the day of the earthquake, Wei Chengze insisted on taking leave to queue up to buy limited edition peripherals for him - it was as if he knew what would happen on that day.

　　But if that's the case, why doesn't Wei Chengze... stay with him?

　　Song Xiuyi couldn't even recall how he felt when he heard the news and rushed back to school like crazy, only to see ruins.

　　Someone grabbed him as he rushed forward, but he was violently thrown away.

　　The fragments of stone slabs that collapsed due to the earthquake were stacked very loosely, and they collapsed as soon as you stepped on them. The scrapes and scratches on your body caused burning pain.

　　He seemed to be back when he received the call from Lu Xiangnan, saying that there was a fire where they were, and that when Wei Chengze arrived injured due to the explosion, he couldn't even think properly.

　　"My lover and students are all inside!" Holding the collar of the person who was blocking him, Song Xiuyi behaved just like the relative he despised most who hindered the rescue.

　　Why he stood up, and how he single-handedly prevented the chaos at the fire scene? He just wanted to... see that person.

　　He succeeded in snatching that person back last time, but this time, what surged in his heart was the endless panic that he was about to lose an important person.

　　Without tools, he dug with both hands. His fingertips were scratched by broken glass stones, and the blood that poured out left dazzling marks on the stones in his hands.

　　In the end, a teacher in the same class slapped him awake: "Do you want to kill the people who are trapped underneath?!"

　　This sentence was like cold water poured on his head, making him calm down instantly.

　　"What should I... do?" Holding the stone in his hand tightly, his voice was as rough as rubbing gravel.

　　Suddenly coming back to his senses, Song Xiuyi gasped for air, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

　　Just recalling it, overwhelming despair came over him. He couldn't even clearly recall how he picked up the unconscious Lu Xiangnan, and how he watched Wei Chengze being covered with a white cloth and carried out.

　　It was as if his heart had been ripped out at that moment, leaving only a huge hole in his chest, and nothing existed anymore.

　　"Save...save him..." The unconscious boy clutched his sleeves tightly, tears constantly pouring out of his eyes, as if all hope was placed on him, "Save Save him..."

　　But he could only stand there, watching the person he loved most being carried away from his sight little by little.

　　"He said he would wait for you," Lu Xiangnan's slow and clear words fell into his ears word for word, making his eyes widen slightly involuntarily, "So... don't be too anxious.

　　" As if he had been hit by something, his heart felt extremely sore, and then, there was a more subtle pain.

　　That person is always like this, always thinking about others, but never thinking about himself at all. He just knew it, and he never had the heart to refuse any of his requests.

　　"It's... too much." Slowly closing his eyes, a bitter smile appeared on Song Xiuyi's lips.

　　Not even giving him the right to choose is too much.

　　Sitting down on the sofa, Song Xiuyi raised his head and looked at the ceiling above. Somehow, he remembered that one day Wei Chengze was sitting here, smiling and talking to him about the future.

　　"Speaking of which... when I am thirty or forty years old, you will be in your seventies or eighties, right?" The young man's voice was full of ridicule and cunning, full of life. Those dark eyes were full of longing and expectations for the future, vivid and vivid.

　　But now, he could only face the empty room, embrace the untouchable memories, and sink a little bit.

　　Song Xiuyi did not even dare to confess his relationship with Wei Chengze to Wei Chengze's parents, for fear that if he did, he would not be able to attend the other party's funeral.

　　This was an emotion that was not accepted, not blessed, and not recognized, but they turned their backs on the whole world and held their hands tightly together.

　　In this world, it is such a beautiful and lucky thing to be able to meet such a person who is so compatible with oneself, but also such a cruel thing.

　　"Teacher, you are committing a crime..." Someone seemed to be whispering softly in his ears. Song Xiuyi twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to show a smile, but the warm liquid slipped from the corners of his eyes and dripped on his dark pants. , leaving no trace.