Little Mushroom

He kissed so fiercely, irresistibly, bloody. An Zhe couldn't breathe at all. He turned his head, but was pressed back again.

He was still feeling sorry for Lu Yan, but now he was shaking with anger, and the mycelium was spreading out. He had only instinctual resistance, and wanted to hold Lu Yan as a whole.

He stunned before him-a scene appeared before him.

A figure fell in front of him, his heart suddenly flinched, catching him, and holding him tightly in his arms: "Anzhe?"

He Jian, An Zhe realized that this was a fragment of Lu Yan's memory. He drank Lu Yan's blood and got something, and now what happened was the scene where he had just passed out.

"Anzhe?" Lu Yan shouted his name several times in a row, but the person in his arms didn't respond in the slightest, just frowned slightly, and trembled as if he was suffering great pain.

Why did he suddenly become like this? Lu Yan didn't know, he could only hold him tight.

He seemed to be dying suddenly-just like this fickle world.

An Zheyu realized the feeling of that moment. At this moment, his feelings and Lu Yan's coincided.

Lu Yan was afraid.

He was actually afraid.

What is he afraid of?

Fear of losing the person in your arms is like ... just like losing him, losing everything.

Anzhe's body trembled violently.

this person--

Why can he be so good to him and so fierce to him.

The strength on his shoulders made him briefly awake from this scene, his consciousness was split into two halves, half kissed by Lu Yan almost tortured, half immersed in the memory of the past, witnessing the man holding himself in his arms, Shouting his name over and over again.

But when he couldn't wake up, he looked so painful, so obedient, and so fragile, but he suffered so severe pain.

Lu Yan wiped away the fine cold sweat on his forehead, and he unconsciously grabbed Lu Yan's wrist like a life-saving straw. What is Lu Yan thinking at this moment?

He was thinking, I can hurt him and do anything, as long as he can wake up.

An Zhe closed his eyes, he was still resisting, but he did n’t have that much energy—he seemed to be discouraged at the end, and finally he could only give up all resistance by letting himself go and let Lu take his lips and his spirit. His all.

It's like a long war.

Fierce emotions slowly exhausted in this long stalemate.

When he was finally released, he leaned on Lu Yan's chest and didn't want to say anything.

And Lu Yan hugged him, also silent.

The blank time stretched indefinitely, and the judge and the alien had nothing to say.

In a long silence, Lu Yan suddenly spoke.

He said, "How did you become human?"

"Because Anze," Anzhe said.

He leaned in Lu Yan's arms, and they had completely confessed to each other, and in the kiss that had been driven by each other's impulse, they had split away from each other.

So he no longer concealed.

In fact, he is not a alien.

He is very useless and cannot infect anyone. He is actually a mushroom infected by humans.

At this moment Lu Yan looked at his mycelium. The snow-white mycelium was still stained with blood. It was bitten by An Zhe just now. It turned out that this little mushroom would be very fierce when it was angry.

The blood was disappearing little by little and was absorbed by the mycelium.

An Zhe also looked there.

He suddenly said, "You die."

Lu Yan clasped his fingers and asked, "Why?"

"I grow on you," An Zhe said, expressionless. "Eat your blood, your internal organs, and your flesh, and grow on your bones."

Lu Yan's other hand slowly clasped his wrist, and his fingertips scratched the white skin, leaving a light red mark, like the white mushrooms that had grown after the rain broke, and the juice came out. He whispered, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

An Zhe shook his head, his throat froze, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked up at the wall covered with dark green mold, and looked at the twisted flowing chandeliers. The window was torn by a radial wind, and rain poured in, along with the whispering whisper in the wind.

He thought that he didn't know how to define his emotions, but if he wanted to stay with Lu Yan peacefully, there really was no other way to go.

So he looked at the unreachable sky.

Lu Yan: "You are crying again."

An Zhe turned back to look at Lu Yan, at this angle he needed to raise his head slightly.

So they looked at each other.

Unsure why, looking at Lu Yan, An Zhe laughed again.

The corners of his lips were reddish slightly, and the corners of his beautiful eyes were still water-stained.

So Lu Yan smiled.

He held Anzhe's face: "... so silly."

An Zhe just looked at him. After a long time, he asked, "Is the base already here to pick you up?"

Lu Yan: "Here it is."

An Zhe said nothing, Lu Yan said, "Do you like the base?"

As soon as the word "base" dropped, the pain of electrocution spread over An Zhe's body again. He shuddered physiologically and buried himself firmly in Lu Yan.

Lu Yan held him, and gently walked along his back, he said: "I'm sorry."

Ann shook his head.

Until three minutes later, Anzhe was quiet again.

He looked up at Lu Yan and held hands with him tightly.

He seemed to be waiting for something, Lu Yan thought.

He thought so, and did the same. The ghost sent the gods to the ground, Lu Yan leaned down a little, and kissed An Zhe again.

No fierce movements, no resistance, a deep, quiet kiss.

Anzhe's soft lips didn't resist anymore. During the interval of breathing, Lu Yan looked at his expression—gasping lightly and quickly, slightly lashing his eyelashes, the water droplets on his eyelashes shimmering lightly, and his hands gently clung to his shoulder, which was a kind of timid catering, Gentle innocence, because of its whiteness, is close to compassion, and there is divinity in compassion-like some kind of spiritual charity. At this moment, he is asking for something.

But he kept crying.

Lu Yan kissed his tears away, as if this could wipe out all the sadness between them.

When it was over, the rain outside stopped gradually, and in the evening, the sky was glowing with turbid yellow light.

An Zhe knelt on the bed. He trembled his fingers, hugged Lu Yan, and laid him slowly and flatly on the bed.

Lu Yan's eyes closed, he fell asleep, breathing evenly, and now nothing can wake him up. It's easy to do this. When kissing, part of the tip of the tongue turns into soft hyphae, which the colonel can't detect.

The sleeping Lu Yan couldn't catch him anymore, he couldn't hold himself. An Zhe smiled. In fact, Lu Yan never took him. He suddenly understood this.

Leave or stay, he has to decide for himself.

suddenly--

An Zhe's eyes were dark, and severe pain came suddenly. The last mycelium also broke.

His body suddenly became empty. It was a deeper and more empty void than the loss of immature spores, like a rest, his connection to the world suddenly cut off.

An Zhe suddenly froze.

At that moment, he was convinced that he heard destiny whisper in his ear like a demon.

He looked forward and raised his hand with trembling.

Just before this moment, he thought he had choices.

He really thought he could choose.

But when it happened, he found that he never had a choice.

He stayed completely.

The spores came out of his body and were held in his hands. An Zheyu looked at the little white thing and finally managed to smile at it.

"... I'm sorry," he said.

"I ..." He said, "What shall I do?"

The mycelium of the spores choked his finger, it seemed to forgive him, and they reached an agreement on something at that moment.

An Zhe said, "Why do you like him so much?"

Spore pinched his finger again, and it couldn't speak.

An Zhe sighed gently and placed it on Lu Yan.

It just crawled to Lu Ying's chest with his newly born soft hypha, and spontaneously drilled into his pocket, it seemed so happy, as if he had wanted to do so long ago.

An Zhe looked at this scene, just as he didn't understand why Spore was so close to Lu Yan, and he didn't understand why things suddenly came to this point.

Taking a piece of paper out of his backpack, he lay down at the coffee table and wrote a line on the paper.

"It's mature. It's not the same as before. It can grow up when it's always wet."

"It needs a lot of water, afraid of rodent monsters, afraid of bugs."

"If you're doing research, don't make it too painful, don't let it die."

"Thank you for taking care of me."

"I am leaving."

Leaving the note aside, he reached into Lu Ying's chest pocket, took out the tracer, and unscrewed the mouth of the bottle.

Wow.

The liquid poured out, flowing down the gap in the floor, and finally he let go-even the bottle was broken on the ground.

As if he had made a crucial decision in life, he reached out and removed the badge on Lu Ying's chest and put it in his pocket.

Finally, picking up his backpack aside, he finally glanced at Lu Yan and walked out of the room.

Seebe saw him, he asked, "What are you going to do?"

An Zhe said, "Go out and see the situation."

"Okay," Sibe said, looking a little calmer, "being safe."

An Zhe bowed his head: "Okay."

He pushed open the rusty security door in the room and walked upstairs. The stairs were so high, his body seemed to lose all strength, and it took a long time to climb to the top floor, and along the top opening, Anzhe came to the top of the building.

The air outside was terribly cold after a rain.

The artificial magnetic field disappeared in the past few days, and the atmosphere was thin. As early as when the lighthouse was still in use, he heard human scientists predict that this year's climate will be extremely abnormal and winter will arrive at least three months in advance.

——The winter of his life is coming.

It was at the moment when the spores matured that he fully understood the instructions in the destiny.

Just as he had lost all contact with the mushroom that had cultivated himself from the moment he landed, he was doomed to fail to protect his spores and grow up safely.

The outside is dry, and hurricanes are blowing all the time, and the monsters are around. Even in the abyss of rodent monsters and arthropod monsters, it may be accidentally trampled by giant monsters or affected by fighting. At the last moment, he could only choose Believe in Lu Yan.

Because he is going to die.

The life of a mushroom is not very long, he is already one of the best. Everyone has his mission, and when he finishes that thing, he completes the meaning of being alive. For mushrooms, maturing spores is the only mission.

An Zhe shuddered slightly in the cold wind, and he hugged his arm. No need to feel, his body is shaky. He has seen dead mushrooms-when the spores fall, its caps will gradually break and curl, then dry and wither, and finally all the tissues-mycelium, mycelium, and roots in the soil, all of them melt into a pool of dark liquid , And then eat up everything else in the soil.

Now, he has witnessed the process countless times, and he will begin to experience it. He doesn't know how long this process will take, but it must be fast, before humanity is completely destroyed. At a certain moment-just a moment, he wants to return to the base with Lu Yan, no matter what he will encounter next.

However, let Lu Yan think he has been alive in the wild. The judge has experienced too many deaths.

On the top of the building was a broken garden. He sat behind the flower bed with his knees in front of the east, watching the night fall, and watching the sun rise. This place is not too far from the base-just a bee flying for a day.

In fact, as he expected, when the sun shone above the city through the early morning mist, human armored vehicles stopped at the square in front of the community. The situation here must have told them-they had enough heavy weapons. To some extent, it is safe not to be afraid of monster attacks. For example, the huge flying eagle hovered in the sky, staring at them, but dare not move further.

Grey clouds, flying eagles, rolling waste cities, armored convoys, like scenes that only appear in dreams. The wind rang again.

Anzhe watched the figures of Lu Yan and Xibei stepping out of this building. After a brief negotiation with the army, they got on the car-Anzhe saw the figure of Dr. Vaguely. After the door is closed. The convoy started immediately and left the run-down site. When Lu Yan left, would he look back at the city from the car window? He won't know, the place he should go back to is the abyss. He was going back to the cave and finding the bones, and it all started there and it would end there.

Facing everything destined to die, Lu Yan has the fate of Lu Yan, and he also has his fate.

It's over.