Why did he leave the country?-1

I felt that Louis might have misunderstood.

So I hurriedly added, "That, baby ... camera."

However Louis' eyes had gone completely cold, and he didn't know if he had heard me or not.

He let go of my wrist, gently stepped back, then squatted down and picked up the lens fragments from the ground.

Glass sharp, accidentally cut his hand, bright red blood gushed out in an instant, a drop fell on the ground.

But he did not seem to notice, still cleaning up the debris carefully, gently, apologetically.

An inexplicable pain surges up from the bottom of my heart, drilling into my bone marrow and soaking out a cold.

The April wind in Canifornia was wet and sharp, blowing cold on my cheeks, and I opened my mouth, realising I couldn't spit out a single word.

"Faye." Lan's voice rang out, with a bit of hesitation, as if it had come from far away, "You're crying?"

Louis looked up suddenly, his eyes staring at him with a cold glare, "Who gave you permission to call her that?!"

Because of restraining his emotions, his hand subconsciously clenched the glass shards in his hand, and the blood flowed even more violently as a result.

I've seen his condition flare up before, and knew that he wanted to use almost self-mutilating pain to suppress the agitation and negative misanthropy in his heart.

Raising my eyes again to look at Lanting in front of me, fearing that he would stay longer and irritate Louis' emotions again, I hurriedly opened my mouth to rush him out, ''Lan, can you go back first? I have something to do here. What you just said, we will discuss it next time, okay ..."

"Faye." Lan interrupted me somewhat anxiously, and glanced at Louis again, his voice lowered, "It's not normal for him to be ... like this. Faye, I worry about your safety."

Hey I go, what do I have to worry about?

With all due respect, being in a sober state right now, it's not certain if Louis can beat me.

Besides, Louis is a patient, when he is having an attack, he will only doubt himself and even abandon himself, but he will never hurt others.

I can't explain this to Lan for a short time, so I can only push him, "I'm fine, I'm really fine!You go first, go now, we'll talk later!"

Bluestein was finally pushed and persuaded away by me, and when I looked back at Louis, he had already gathered his hands full of debris and stood up again, looking at me with a desperate gaze, the star in his eyes gradually faded away, as if he had finally made up his mind.

"Faye." He smiled, "You worry too much, I won't hurt him."

This smile made me uneasy, but I forced down my emotions and pounced over to look at his wounds, only to realise that his palm was already a bloody mess, and there was a lot of fine glass embedded in the flesh.

A wave of pity washed over me, and I felt like I owed Louis a great deal.

"No, Louis, you've got to get this wound taken care of-"

I was mid-sentence when I was suddenly yanked violently and then stumbled all the way forward until I fell into the car.

Louis pulled the door shut with a bang, his voice deep and cold, "We're going home."

The bottom of his eyes were foggy with stubbornness, I could barely see the emotions inside, I could only fix my mind and persuade, "Going home is fine, can I drive?"

I said very softly, with a strong soothing meaning in my voice, afraid to see him frown.

Louis was silent for a long time, his voice softened slightly, "... okay."

I took the driving licence When I finished the college entrance examination, but since my family's car was sold, I never drove it again, and I still don't know the road, I can only follow the command of the navigation to move slowly on the road at a speed of 40 mph, driving towards the hospital.

Along the way, Louis remained silent, gradually deepening the worry and panic in my heart.

I subconsciously remembered some things from the past.

In fact, when I was young, it's not that I didn't have a fight with Louis.

When I took the exam, I played exceptionally well, higher than any previous model test, just past the provincial key high school score line, without having to pay the school selection fee.

My mother is happy badly, specially approved I can play, so that time I play crazy, every day is not soaked in the Internet cafe, is cycling through half of the city, drilling into the alleys of the fly hall to find food.

That summer, Louis didn't know where he went, even when I asked him about his grades, he never got back to me. I thought he wouldn't stay here for high school, so I didn't care.

I didn't know that he was diagnosed that summer and spent half a month in the hospital.

Nor did I know that after a fight with his stepmother's younger brother, he moved out of the cage-like villa and rented a flat outside to live alone.

I didn't realise until the start of the school year that Louis was still staying here to go to school, in the same school and class as me.

After school started, I was trying to collect myself and be a good student, but I ended up being compelled by my fake brother George at that moment.

"It's okay Faye , we'll go out just this once, just once - when next week we'll start studying hard."George said.

We climbed over windows and walls, and went to an internet cafe to battle copies in a group.

When the copies cleared in the middle of the night, I went to the webmaster and asked for a coke, and went back to see George sitting in front of the computer, grinning cheaply.

"What's wrong?"

He hooked his finger at me: "Faye , want to watch a horror film?"

I've always prided myself on being bold, and when I heard about horror films, I nimbly put my head over and saw the image on the screen, a blur with dim lighting.

Before I could see it, George was suddenly plucked up from his chair by a huge force like a carrot, and then a heavy punch landed on his face.

George screamed in agony and jumped up in shock and anger, an expletive just half-spit out before he was punched again.

It was then that I saw who had done it, "Louis, what are you doing?!"

"What am I doing?" His movements paused for a moment, and he inclined his head to look at me, smiling slowly, the arrogance under his eyes surfacing wetly once again, ''Faye, aren't you going to ask yourself what you're doing? In the middle of the night, you're not sleeping in your dorm room, and you're out playing games with someone over the wall?!"

I shook my head blankly, but my mind suddenly flashed back to the dimly lit image just now, as if I kind of got it, but still didn't quite get it.

Although I didn't understand, the arrogance under Louis' eyes stung my inexplicable adolescent pride, so I went to tug on his hand, "Let's talk this over, can you let go first?"

"Faye, you're going to defend him in front of me?"

He inclined his head and gave me a little grin that was clearly mocking me.

I wanted to say with great vigour: "This is my brother, let him go !"

However, in the end, I just said, "Let's talk, you let him go first."

Louis snorted and let go of his grip on George's hand, just holding my wrist and tugging me out the door.

Black Internet cafe in the drama of a lot of people, there are a few dyed flowers and green head hair of the punks, usually always claim that this is their territory, who dares to wild will not be polite.

However, seeing Luis's imposing presence, not a single person stepped forward to stop him.

Louis dragged me home and handed me over to my mum, and I was punished with a review.

Not only that, he didn't speak to me again for a whole week.

I purposely wore the onyx bracelet in front of him, and Louis averted his own eyes and just ignored it completely.

When I was sitting alone on the edge of the playground being all sad, George suddenly appeared near me in a sneaky manner.

He said, "Faye, I've found a way to avenge us! My brother told me that he saw Louis slashing his arm with a hobby knife in the drawing room, one by one, bloody! He's definitely mentally ill, maybe he's just a lunatic - let's give him some good publicity!"

Then, in George's shocked eyes, I beat him severely, threatening him not to say anything about Louis, or else I would not only tell the teacher about him going out on the internet again later, but I would also beat him up every time I saw him.

George nodded with a swollen nose and ran off in a huff.

I went to see Louis in the drawing room, he was sitting on a cushion, peacefully staring out of the window at the slowly sinking sunset, and his hands were densely packed with bruises. I couldn't help but frown at the sight.

I didn't say anything and sat down next to him, digging around in my pockets and pulling out half a bag of Oreos I'd been hiding all day.

"Make up, will you, Louis?"

He turned his head sideways, dropping his eyes slightly to hide the complexity in them. He reaches out and takes me into his arms, and I quietly rest my head against his heart.

The orange-red light of the setting sun fell on both of us, dyeing the tips of our feathery hair with the warm colours of stars.

Afterwards, I really never went to the internet cafe again, and I never hung out with George again.

Even after a long time, I still think of Louis in the cafe in the dark that day, the fist that landed on George's face, the beads of sweat at the corners of his forehead, and the extreme worry and happiness that he hid under his arrogant look.