Chapter 493

In the middle of the night, Tang Yu suddenly woke up. He felt his blood restless and his heart beat fast. He sat up from the bed, looked at the darkness in the room and turned on the light. No matter how he adjusted his breathing, his heart could not be peaceful.

Tang Yu's good-looking eyebrows are wrinkled. He subconsciously turns to look out of the window at the night sky. In the still night, the stars are bright and the stars are rare, and the stars set off half of the moon.

Today is not a full moon.

Every night before the full moon, his body will have a very strange phenomenon, although every time after waking up the memory is fuzzy, but his subconscious still has some vague memory.

On the night of the full moon, he would be in pain all over his body, even his bones would be in great pain. His skin would be roasted by the heat, and his heart would beat very fast. He wanted to jump out, and his whole body would burst. Every time he felt like he was dying, and every month he would suffer such hardships.

So on that day, he will become very manic and restless, and become another person, more like a wild animal out of control and without reason.

Tang Yu's blood is restless now, which makes him uneasy, but it's not the kind of manic pain in the night of full moon.

As he lowered his head, he found a wound in his arm.

Today, in the daytime, he was scratched by the black cat in the square. The previous wound was very thin, but it was very deep. Tang Yu didn't care. He let the blood leak out and dyed the white shirt sleeve on his arm red. Now the dark red blood on the shirt has solidified.

Although he didn't feel the pain, he felt vaguely that the problem should be here.

Tang Yu's right hand tears open the sleeve of his left hand, and the valuable satin material makes a cracking sound. He doesn't care about these things.

His sleeve was torn open. At this time, he could clearly see the complete wound on his arm. The edge of the wound was turning purple. The nearby muscles began to erode and spread to the edge. There was light yellow pus exudation. He looked very disgusted.

It's like a toxic muscle reaction. The pus from the rotten wound starts to permeate the surrounding normal skin and erode bit by bit. The skin color of the whole arm turns black and purple.

The cat's paws were highly toxic, and the toxicity was beyond his expectation. He thought it was only slight toxicity, and he never cared about small things.

"Who owned the cat?" Tang Yu's deep blue eyes were still calm. He murmured to himself.

If he is a normal person, he would have been aware of the pain long ago, but because of the recent full moon event, his nerves are now unconscious.

He wakes up restlessly in the middle of the night. It seems that the toxicity has invaded his blood.

Will he die?

Tang Yu did not worry about this problem.

He did not go to the hospital, Tang Yu quietly looked down at his arm injury, as if the pain is not his own, he so quietly observed the changes of the injury.

There is a small light in the room. The quiet night in the early morning is quiet. Tang Yu has no idea of time. He doesn't like to hang a clock in his room. He hates the sound of the clock ticking, because he is very sensitive to all sounds. Even if the electronic clock is silent, he doesn't like flashing all the time. Mo Gao bought it for him before, He would throw it away every time he brought it.

As for the word death, he never meant fear.

In fact, for him, there has been no so-called concept of survival.

The black cat is still squatting outside Tang Yu's balcony. It's been seven hours. It's still patiently squatting in the same position as the air conditioner shell.

The late night wind is cool, the night dew is dignified, and the soft fur of the cat also floats a layer of shallow dew.

It can be perfectly integrated with such a late night, motionless, is a far sighted predator, it is now focused on looking at the house, the golden cat's eye pupil in this night is shining, very strange.

The small balcony is facing Tang Yu's bedroom. It can see everything inside. After a while, the black cat seems to be a little bored. It stretches out its left paw and washes its face.

It tilted the cat's head for a while, and it seemed that it did not understand the movement of Tang Yu in it.

Before, all the people who had been scratched by his claws would roll on the ground in pain. They were very embarrassed and cried for mercy. Finally, they died.

This man, it's weird.

At this time, Tang Yu, who is sitting on the bed, suddenly feels that her head is getting heavier and her vision is becoming blurred. He knows that his blood poisoning is getting more and more serious.

Instead of looking at his arm injuries, he sat at the head of the bed, tucked up his hands and feet, his head against his knees, and sat in the corner.

It's like he was brought back to the Tang family when he was a child. The adults of the Tang family like to punish him and shut him in the dark utility room to scare him. Instead of crying or making noise, he found a corner and sat up quietly.

Those people said that he was a freak, they scolded him why he didn't cry, the more he didn't cry, the more angry those adults were.

They like to beat him with the cane of the willow branch. The sound of the cane on the flesh seems to make these people more excited and clamorous. But Tang Yu still doesn't cry and stands in the same place, being beaten.

But their hands became heavier and heavier, and their faces became more and more ferocious.

Until he was seriously injured, until his weak body could not withstand, he fell to the ground.

Qiao bao'er used to scold him for being stupid. He was beaten and didn't know how to run. He stood like a pillar. He was too stupid. She doesn't understand what he thinks. What he wants to fight is that his way of fighting is not as brave as Qiao bao'er. If she doesn't like it, she will say it directly. He can't, because no one will care about his mood.

Even when he was young, he knew very well that his only way to fight was to fight against himself. He often thought that maybe one day these people would kill him, and death was never a terrible thing for him.

But Qiao bao'er likes to drag him around, he doesn't want to, but she is really fierce.

When she was in kindergarten, she was picky about food and poured carrots she didn't like into his bowl.

When she was at her grandfather's house, she kicked the piano in the living room and said, "my birthday present this year is that my piano has been stolen, so I don't have to learn piano any more. Xiaozhu, can you help me realize this wish? "

"Little pillar, it seems that my mother doesn't like me very much. Please help me. I think I'm already very good. Why doesn't she like me? "

"Xiaozhu, you are so smart. Don't get sick. Get better soon. The class leader has to assign a lot of homework. I can't do it."

Many memories flashed through Tang Yu's mind, just as some people would recall their life before they were dying.

What he recalled most was his childhood with Qiao Baoer. Some children had already forgotten their childhood. The only time he appreciated his talent and intelligence was unforgettable. That was the only evidence of his life.

Just like, his young age was left behind in a dark closed space, and the whole world harbored malice against him, but suddenly the broken iron door opened, and the light came in. The little girl in the red dress rushed in, panting and shouting, "Hello, xiaozhuzi, are you still alive?"

He doesn't have a definition of being alive. Joe wants him to be alive, or she'll cry.

Tang Yu was in a complete coma, just like he was beaten by others when he was a child. He held on until his body could no longer bear it and fell down with his eyes closed.

The lamp at the head of the bed is very weak, shining on his face. His face is still beautiful, and a pair of amazing blue eyes have been closed tightly. His three-dimensional facial features and white skin are pale. His face is as pale and transparent as no blood color, but his thin lips are purplish.

He fell on his side on the bed, very quiet, the air seemed to be stagnant, like a breath of death.

It seems that even his breath is almost gone. It seems that there are only dead things and no living people in this space.

He closed his eyes. Even though the wound on his arm was seriously purulent and his lips were purplish, his face was still very calm, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

All of a sudden, a small flexible shadow jumped down.

The cat's paws fall steadily on the ground. It's light and small, elegant and noble. It doesn't make any noise.

The glass door of the balcony was locked by Tang Yu, but it's not hard to get to the cat. The cat is a very clever creature. It finds the small hole in the air-conditioning pipe, and it can easily get in through that hole.

Of course, except that it dislikes the dirt on the inner wall of the cave, which makes its dark hair dusty.

The black cat shook its body and shook the floating dust on its hair.

Then, one by one, he went to Tang Yu and jumped to the bed. He stepped on the white soft mattress and came to Tang Yu.

It is still a dignified and sacred posture squatting, holding up the cat's head, looking at him.

It seems that it knows that Tang Yu now has no threat. It tentatively steps on him with cat's paw. Tang Yu is in a coma, and there is no movement.

It jumps up and directly steps on Tang Yu's chest. The black cat's golden eye pupil is looking down at Tang Yu. It seems that it is also very resentful, venting its previous dissatisfaction. Four cat paws are jumping and jumping on his chest, and at the same time, it angrily purrs at the confused Tang Yu, demonstrating.

The black cat did not let Tang Yu die.

He stepped on Tang Yu's body and walked to his injured arm. The black cat shook its tail, which seemed very reluctant. So he lowered the cat's head, stretched out his pink cat tongue, and licked the purulent wound on his arm.

The saliva of this black cat is very magical. Under the soft light, you can clearly see the location of the wound that was licked by the cat. The black and purple rotten meat gradually faded its black color and returned to the light red color of normal skin.

The wound is no longer purulent, rotten meat seems to be able to repair itself, cells a little bit of division and healing.

When the black cat had finished treating the wound, he did not leave immediately, but continued to crouch beside Tang Yu.

Outside the moonlight shining in, the silver moonlight always reveals a cool breath.

On the big white bed, one person and one cat.

A sick man with white skin and black trousers curled up on the bed is Tang Yu's most vulnerable appearance.

And this soft haired and dark cat, with its long tail swinging, raises its head, and somehow looks thoughtfully at the moon out of the window.

"Meow," he said respectfully to the moon.