C17

In the end, it was Fu Zhou who drove the car. The speed was not fast and was very stable. Cheng Xirong leaned back in his chair and watched the night scene, his eyes half-closed. It wasn't until Fu Zhou opened the door that his exhausted body finally reached its limit. He followed her through the door, his voice low and barely audible. "Do you have a bathtub?"

Fu Zhou pointed to the second room on the right: "There's cold water on the table, take your medicine first. I'll get you some water. "

Cheng Xirong fell asleep when he was soaking in warm water. He felt as if he had traveled a long way and finally found a source of water before he was exhausted. He lay on his stomach on the wet, soft soil and dipped his hand into the cool water. He hadn't felt this comfortable feeling in a long time.

However, in the next second, a streak of red emerged from the blue water. It looked like a drop of blood. Then the red spread out and quickly occupied the entire spring. Steam rose from the surface of the water, then began to boil.

His hand was still in the water, and the burning sensation instantly engulfed him. The steam suddenly turned into a ferocious beast roaring towards them. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed everything in its path.

Cheng Xirong suddenly woke up from his stupor. He swiped his arm twice in the air — not in the water. He could breathe heavily, have some strength. Everything was safe.

Cheng Xirong looked around and found that he was lying on the same bed.

On the other side of the bed, Fu Zhou half sat up. His pale eyes reflected the cold moonlight outside the window, reflecting the amber luster. His eyes were clear and bright, and he frowned, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong covered his face and became silent.

Fu Zhou lay back down, pressed his eyes with his arm, and let out a long sigh of relief: "A child will only have nightmares."

He rolled over, and after a moment he turned back. Cheng Xirong sat up and leaned against the headboard. His expression was hidden in the dark, making it hard to see clearly.

Fu Zhou: "Next door is a screening room. The dish is at the door."

Cheng Xirong got off the bed. His pajamas were too long and his slippers were too big, so he felt a little awkward walking around. He bent down to roll up his trousers and put his bare feet on the floor. Not long after he left, he returned to take pictures of Fu Zhou.

Fu Zhou sat up with his legs crossed and ran his fingers through his hair: "What now?"

Cheng Xirong: "The door can't be opened..."

One went to look for the code, the other stood in front of the cabinet, picking dishes. Fu Zhou said, "I just did it and I'm still not used to it yet. Okay, look for yourself. I'm going to smoke a cigarette. "

The projection room was a master bedroom with soundproofed walls and ceilings, and a couch for lazy people in the middle of the gray carpet. Cheng Xirong put away the disc and turned off the light. Then, a caption appeared on the screen, and melodious music slowly flowed. Fu Zhou pushed open the door, handed over a glass of cold water and sat down on the carpet.

"A documentary?"

Cheng Xirong: "OK."

Fu Zhou yawned: "Alright, hypnotize."

After three minutes of silence, a leopard leapt out of the screen. Fu Zhou asked again: "You had a nightmare?"

Cheng Xirong took a sip of water and said, "In the past few days."

"From... After what happened to Cheng Xirong? "

Cheng Xirong didn't say anything. Fu Zhou also took a big gulp. The water was placed in his cheeks and slowly swallowed. When all the water had entered his stomach, he licked his lips and said in a low voice, "This is no longer considered ripe …" Together in life and death? "

"You're thinking too much."

Fu Zhou pulled up a snack rack and leaned against it. He stretched his legs and said, "Then I'm not thinking too much about you and Feng Yi, am I?"

"I have nothing to do with Feng Yi. Before the incident with Cheng Xirong, they had already broken up. "

"What!?" Fu Zhou sat up abruptly, and the snack rack shook, causing a piece of the carpet to fall from the nuts on it. He dragged the couch over and forced Cheng Xirong to look him in the eye: "Really?"

Cheng Xirong was curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed. He looked over and said, "Can you not be so surprised? — They are separated. Without a partner, some things cannot be taken away by Feng Yi. That's why I went to the memorial service. Do you understand what I'm saying? "

Fu Zhou's head was bowed, and two strands of hair fell off, covering his eyes from the side. His neck revealed a small patch of skin, hidden by his black hair, showing a corner of his tattoo.

Cheng Xirong paused and continued, "No one knows. Calculate as... The one you worked with me on... Uh, what should it be? Welfare? "Didn't you want to know something about him from me? I'll satisfy you."

Fu Zhou looked up. "I understand. Cheng Xirong's things did not belong to Feng Yi, so he was not allowed to touch them at all. Even if it is, we will snatch it away. "

Frame after frame of the documentary's scenes flashed by. Light and shadow flashed across people's faces. The expression on his face became illusory, changing bit by bit. It was hard to see his expression clearly. The hand he hid by his side revealed everything. He clenched his fist tightly as his veins stood erect.

He did not find the wrong person.

Cheng Xirong watched a documentary all night and rested for a while as if he was sleeping. During the latter half of the night, Fu Zhou fell onto the carpet and fell asleep on all fours. As a result, after dawn, Fu Zhou laid on the ground and pointed towards the outside feebly: "There's something in the fridge, you cook and eat."

It was never Cheng Xirong who cooked. When he stayed at home for dinner a few days a year, his assistant ordered the meal and brought it to his table. Later on, he had Feng Yi, he thought the kitchen taste is not bad, so he prepared the whole set of pots and pans.

But he was only responsible for watching and then eating. Feng Yi is good at cooking and housekeeping. The kitchen at home had always been Feng Yi's territory. Cheng Xirong just needed to say "I want to eat instant noodles" and just sit there and wait.

Pann Nanxing's words... There was nothing in his memory that had anything to do with the kitchen.

Cheng Xirong stood in front of the fridge. After hesitating for half a minute, he took out a box of iced milk. He carried the glass back to the projection room. Fu Zhou was gone. He walked around to the bedroom and found the corpse on the bed.

"Lend me your car."

Fu Zhou ruffled his messy hair: "You have a driver's license?"

He did have one, but Pann Nanxing didn't …

Fu Zhou was not surprised by his silence. He sat up and stretched his neck while stretching his chest and shoulders: "Where to? I'll walk you over. "

After saying that, Cheng Xirong casually said, "Go back to school."

"Why are you driving my car when we go back to school? Aren't you going to give it back to me? "

Cheng Xirong raised his head to finish his milk: "It's a third-hand car, what's the benefit of me driving away? — Where are my clothes?"

"The bathroom, it hasn't been washed yet."

Cheng Xirong: "... "Then what should I wear?"

Fu Zhou pointed to the wardrobe beside them: "The underwear is in the bottom layer, there are new ones, wear it yourself."

He actually handed over the wardrobe so calmly … His natural attitude made Cheng Xirong wonder if there was something wrong with his point of view. He was never allowed to enter his cloakroom, and the cleaning and tidying was also done by Feng Yi and himself.

Or is it … Fu Zhou had already considered himself as one of his own? In such a short time... Was he such an inclusive person?

Then she would let him down.