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After a long time, even the basement became calm.

Li Jiao's cell phone rang, and He Song said, "Fu Shujue is awake."

Li Jiao didn't speak.

Hearing his silence, He Song asked uncertainly: "What's the matter, Li Jiao?" Her voice became anxious: "Are you listening? Li..."

"I'm listening." Li Jiao interrupted her: "Just in time, my gift for him is also ready."

After pressing the end button, he smiled, and the smile was no longer indifferent as before, but a little more bleak.

Li Jiao didn't let Zhang Jingshan and He Song in, he stood at the door and only said to Shu Jue, "Come here."

He took the other person's tied hands, pulled them to his side, and looked at the two worried people: "I'm fine now. You," Li Jiao said, "leave here first."

Then, without waiting for them to speak, the iron door was locked again.

Zhang Jingshan was stunned, knocked on the door and said, "Li Jiao?" After several times, no one responded.

He Song stopped his movements, frowned and remained silent.

******

Standing by the relatively dimly lit door, Fu Shujue couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

Li Jiao held his hand and said as he walked, "I have something to show you."

Fu Shujue wanted to call out his name, but felt that even if he did, he didn't know what to say, so he just followed the other person's footsteps without saying a word.

Standing in the middle of the basement, when everything in front of him caught his eyes unsuspectingly, Fu Shujue's blood almost froze.

He saw that the two people on the ground were unconscious.Tan Anyu's face was covered in blood, and the ferocious and deep wound was particularly frightening.The same was true on Fu Shuxuan's face, especially his eyes, which seemed to have been blinded abruptly, and there were large bloodstains on his body, which could be found to be stabbed by a knife.

Fu Shujue stood there dumbfounded, unable to react for a while, his head and ears buzzing crazily.

Afterwards, she instinctively wanted to walk towards Fu Shuxuan, but was grabbed by Li Jiao.He didn't turn his head, his eyes were fixed on the blood-stained direction.

Li Jiao didn't care too much, he pushed the man to sit on the chair and tied him firmly with a rope.

From the beginning to the end, Fu Shujue let him move like an empty shell.

Until Li Jiao knelt down, touched his face, and scraped the tip of his nose with his fingers.Just like Fu Shujue often did to him in the past.

His gaze gradually gained focus, as if he had just woken up.Fu Shujue turned his gaze stiffly to look at Li Jiao, his voice was trembling when he spoke, and he asked, "Why?"

"Obviously you know everything," Li Jiao said, "Why do you still ask me?"

"...No..." Fu Shujue denied, his body trembling slightly: "It's not him, not my brother." Then he shook his head desperately, emotionally unstable: "It's not him, it's not him..."

Li Jiao tilted his head, his expression flat to empty, and he said, "Do you think I'm going to make a mistake?"

"It's really not him!" Fu Shujue said painfully, "It's not him. It's..."

He seemed to be making a difficult decision, but finally said it: "It's my mother, it's her...but she was not careful, she didn't mean to..."

"Really?" Li Jiao said, "Only Logan?"

Fu Shujue lowered his head in confusion, and looked at that person: "What do you mean...?"

Li Jiao bent the corners of his lips: "I'll let you listen carefully." He took the phone from the side and clicked the playback button of the recording.

It started with some loud noises.Then, there is a paragraph of dialogue.

Fu Shujue listened in astonishment, his expression became more and more difficult as he got to the back.He tried to convince himself that this wasn't real, that it must be a nightmare.

But no matter how many times he opened his eyes, he found that nothing had changed.

When Li Jiao mentioned the recorder during the conversation, his face paled instantly.

He didn't want to listen any more, but Li Jiao didn't stop, making him hear it until the end.

He didn't know whether he was deceiving himself or others or escaping from reality, so he said weakly over and over again: "Impossible...it was accidental, not intentional...a car accident, a car accident was an accident, my brother told me it was an accident... ..."

"They told you everything," Li Jiao asked, "What about the real facts? What did you see?"

Fu Shujue wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't say anything to refute.What did I see at that time?He only saw his mother accidentally push him down the stairs.The elder brother scolded him and told him to leave quickly.

He always thought that what he saw was all.

So, the truth is, those perceptions are downright false?

Not knowing what to say, Fu Shujue fell into a state of contradiction and self-doubt at the moment.

Being concealed for too long, he thought it was the cause and effect of everything.Now someone is telling him with evidence that none of that is true, and the truth is cruelty that he cannot bear.

Li Jiao knelt down in front of Fu Shujue, put his hands on his knees, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and just looked at him like that.

They looked as if they were still close.The premise is that these things can be ignored.

"In the past, no matter what I did, I had to think about it for a long, long time every time, and live carefully." Li Jiao said to Shu Jue, "But now it's better, and it will never happen again."

"I suddenly lost my goal, can you understand?"

"I lost everything, including you."

"But this is good, I won't have any more burdens, and I won't have any more worries."

"I haven't been this peaceful for many years. I'm so calm that I don't know what else I want."

Li Jiao took a long breath and had the same smile on his face as usual.

Fu Shujue was disturbed by these words, he had a feeling that Li Jiao would leave him, the kind of departure that he could never find again.

He stopped the other party reflexively: "There are still many things..."

Fu Shujue said to Li Jiao: "Do you know, that recording pen..."

Li Jiao shook his head: "Stop talking."

Fu Shujue's shoulders tensed, he thought, so this person already had the answer in his heart.

Feeling powerless, Fu Shujue remained silent.

But Li Jiao took the phone, smiled at him, and dialed a number under his gaze.

From the beginning to the end, Li Jiao only looked at Fu Shujue, until the phone was picked up, his smile became more real and obvious.

He said calmly to the person on the other end: "I think I should call the police about a kidnapping case."

For a moment, Fu Shujue didn't understand what he was doing, so he blurted out: "Li Jiao!"

Li Jiao continued, "It's more than ten kilometers south of Fuxi Bridge. You'd better hurry up. If you come late, everyone will die."

After finishing speaking, he hung up without talking nonsense.

Fu Shujue was shocked and anxious, he asked: "What are you doing?!" It is undeniable that he was still worried about his safety.

But Li Jiao didn't answer, instead he called He Song.This time, his tone was more gentle, and he said: "Sister Song, you go away. Don't worry about me anymore, I have already called the police."

He Song didn't know what to say over there.

Li Jiao didn't panic, nor was he too sad, but he was a little proud: "I locked the door from the inside, you can't open it." He begged softly: "Let me stay with him for the last time, OK."

Fu Shujue's heart sank suddenly, the left side of his chest seemed to be hammered heavily, and it was sore.

He didn't like to hear such words, and always felt that it was too uncomfortable to listen to.

Soon, the basement door slams, the reason for the banging.

The next second, Zhang Jingshan's voice came over, and he shouted: "What are you messing around with? Open the door for me!"

Li Jiao completely ignored it, and smiled at Shu Jue: "I really don't have much time, so you can stay with me."

Fu Shujue's eyes were red, and he restrained his choked voice: "Hurry up and open the door, what are you doing stupid?"

Li Jiao acted coquettishly with him as usual: "Why are you attacking me, you never attack me."

Fu Shujue didn't dare to speak anymore.

"You told me before that you would always be with me, no matter where I go." Li Jiao asked, "What if I die?"

Fu Shujue's teeth were bleeding from the forbearance.

"You don't have to really answer me." Li Jiao answered the following words in a lonely manner, he raised his left hand, the ring finger's ring was shattered under the dim light.

"After living for more than 20 years, it seems that there is really nothing that can stay with me forever." He said, "Can I keep this ring?"

His family left him, and although his lover loved him, he couldn't be with him after all.

What can accompany him through the long life?

Nothing or anyone belongs to him, not even his face, nor his health.

Perhaps only this ring was the one he could really hold and hold firmly.

Fu Shujue's tears fell little by little, and he said: "This is yours, it's yours alone, no one can take it away."

Li Jiao smiled happily and said, "Thank you."

"I owe you a lot." Fu Shujue said, "Li Jiao, I'm sorry."

Once, I thought more than once that my family and I did such a wrong thing, there will be retribution.

It's just that when this day came, I didn't expect it to be so heart-wrenching.

Li Jiao patted his knee and said, "You don't owe me, and I don't owe you either. You gave me a few years, and these are the happiest days since I was 15."

Fu Shujue's tears fell on Li Jiao's raised face, and fell down his cheeks, as if Li Jiao was crying too.

Li Jiao wiped away his tears for him, and handed him the phone: "You take this. The recording inside is also for you. Whether you want to publish it or not is up to you."

"..." Fu Shujue shook his head: "Don't give it to me, you clearly know me..."

It was the same with him that time, holding the evidence, but choosing to conceal it.At that time, he was in torment all day and all night, and now he doesn't want to face that feeling again.

Li Jiao got up slowly in front of him, bent down to pick up the knife beside Fu Shuxuan, and then sat back down.

"A person, after his death, everything will become the most useless thing." Li Jiao babbled to Shu Jue, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Time is terrible. At least in this life, I still want to work hard Let you remember me."

He bent his eyes and said with a smile: "You have always been kind to me, so let me be self-willed again."

Fu Shujue knew what he was going to do, and struggled in fear: "No! Li Jiao, don't do this to me!"

"You are not allowed to forget me," Li Jiao said, "Remember me like I am today."

Even though his wrist was wrapped in a soft cloth, Fu Shujue still got bloodstains when he tried his best to break free. "Li Jiao," he begged, "don't do this...you listen to me..."

The tip of the knife touched the position of his carotid artery, and there was a burning pain after piercing the skin.

Li Jiao moved his hand, and the bright red blood immediately began to overflow slowly.

Fu Shujue said in pain: "I beg you..." He fell to the ground with the stool attached: "Don't leave me alone...don't leave me again..."

Li Jiao just smiled at him and said, "I can't live anymore."

Before his body decays, after this matter has come to an end, he should no longer be exhausted physically and mentally for living.

He wants to rest.

A long, peaceful sleep, a good night's sleep that I haven't had in many years.

Later, until a long time ago.Fu Shujue didn't even understand that that person had lived in pain for so many years, why he had to choose such a painful and tragic way when his life ended.

******

Fu Shuxuan was still dead, having lost too much blood.

Talking about An Yu is almost crazy.

Fu Shujue released the recording, but he didn't say anything about He Song and Zhang Jingshan.

As for himself, he stayed in the hospital for almost a year, receiving mental treatment.

After recovering, he went home.An Tong came to see him.

The other party sighed and said that he hoped that Fu Shujue could move out of this house.

Fu Shujue understood what An Tong meant.He and Li Jiao have lived in this house for a long time, and there are traces of their past life everywhere.

It would be wise for him to move out so that he can recover better.

But if he doesn't leave, he wants to stay here.

At night, he pushed away the room where Li Jiao lived.

Nothing has changed.

He sat on the bed where the man had slept and said nothing.

After a while, they began to sort out the other party's things.

He has been back for a while, but he still dare not sit here for too long.

Today, he unexpectedly sat for nearly a night.

He just missed him all of a sudden.

Maybe An Tong mentioned him.

There are really few things in Li Jiao.

It was the same as when he helped that person move, except for the clothes and books, and the building blocks given by him and Li Jiao's family.

Opening the drawer, Fu Shujue saw a rose.

He recognized the flower.

It was embedded in the cake when he celebrated Li Jiao's first birthday after the two of them got together.

At that time Li Jiao liked it very much and said that he would keep it forever.

Didn't expect it to be preserved until now.

Fu Shujue knew that Li Jiao was like this, he seldom said anything, and most of the time he was more used to doing it.

He also thought about why Li Jiao's temper is so stubborn?

In the past, I didn’t talk about my worries, pain, or insomnia every night.All endured by myself.

Later, he suddenly realized: Who can that person talk to?

He remembered Li Jiao holding the flower and telling himself: "Rose can't be given away casually. Doesn't this mean that I love you?"

He thought of his quirky smile and asked himself, "Do you love me?"

But don't ask for an answer.

After thinking about it, Fu Shujue also smiled, and he stroked the withered flower.

Logan visited him only a lot more times.

Half a year after he was discharged from the hospital, once they had a meal together, halfway through the meal Logan suddenly burst into tears, she begged him to live well, she only had him.

Fu Shujue comforted her in a gentle voice: "You have to take care of yourself too, I don't feel at ease if it keeps going like this."

Logan stopped her tears and nodded: "You too, be well."

Fu Shujue said, "I will."

Between them, everything is normal.Logan firmly believed in him.

A few months later, on Li Jiao's birthday, Fu Shujue left without warning.

He committed suicide.

Like falling asleep, lying curled up.

Logan couldn't get through to his phone, so she came to look for him at home, and found that he still refused to get up, and even laughed at him as a little slacker, just like when she was a child.

She pulled back his quilt and saw the clotted blood on the sheets.

His expression is peaceful,

There is a rose in his arms that is protected by him.

--Finish--