Knife lover

As if stretching the limbs on the floating sea, all perceptions were swept away by the sea, the body became lighter, gradually flew up and landed slowly on the soft clouds.

Li Feizhou opened his eyes in a daze, as if he had a long and sticky dream in a rainy day, and he woke up as if he was still stuck in the mud.

Something moist and soft licked his cheek, and accompanied by the sound of panting and the soft fur rubbing against it, he stroked the wolfhound in his arms in astonishment.

"Shen Yi?!"

It was really Shen Yi.

Li Feizhou sat up all of a sudden, rubbing Shen Yi's head happily, and Shen Yi also jumped onto the bed excitedly and got into his arms, rubbing against his neck non-stop.

The remaining three wolfhounds came running in from the half-open door, jumped onto the bed and surrounded Li Feizhou. He was a little at a loss when surrounded, and even thought he was in a dream.

Why are the wolfhounds here?

If the wolfhound is here, is the sir also there?

This natural guess made his heart beat violently, he had never expected to see Shen Fu so much, or he had never wanted to meet someone so urgently.

"Wait a minute... good boy, where is sir?"

He eagerly asked the wolfhounds, but they were still sticking to him, and had no intention of taking him to find Shen Fu.

So Li Feizhou couldn't wait any longer, he hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed with his fingertips numb, and walked out quickly without even putting on his shoes, and the wolf dogs followed behind him.

Just as his hand touched the door frame, a figure appeared from outside and was about to walk in.

It was a strange man, tall and handsome, with a cigarette in his mouth but not lit.

He tilted his head slightly, and he was not standing straight. His cuffs were unbuttoned to the elbows, and his black vest was exposed at the open neckline, which made him appear unrestrained and full of vigor.

But the distance of half a meter made both of them startled, Li Feizhou immediately let go of his hand and stepped back, looking at him warily and asking.

"who are you?"

Ling Jing looked at him without speaking, thinking about what the doctor said.

Although he was well prepared, when he saw that Li Feizhou really lost his memory and looked over with this completely unfamiliar and increasingly tense expression, his mood was still very delicate.

Li Feizhou lost his memory, I really don't know if it's a good thing.

Ling Jing clamped the cigarette butt he was biting into his wide knuckles, looked at him, and replied.

"My name is Ling Jing."

Ling Jing thought for a while, then added.

"Shen Fu is my uncle."

These words made Li Feizhou's expression change, and the guard in his dark eyes was covered by the burning light, he asked eagerly.

"What about sir? Where is sir?"

He couldn't help but took a small step forward, as if he really wanted to rush out to look for it immediately, and even forgot to be on guard against strangers.

In an instant, Ling Jing suddenly understood what Shen Fu had said to him at that time. The past in a few words had actually left indelible traces in Li Feizhou's life. Although Li Feizhou was very good at hiding as an adult, he has lost his memory He has lost these shells, and the dependence and fragility inside can be seen at a glance.

But he wanted to see Shen Fu so much, but Ling Jing couldn't bear it.

He looked away, landed on a point in the void, and replied without answering.

"Have you rested yet?"

Li Feizhou was startled, and then immediately replied.

"I'm well rested and fine now."

The repeated words made Ling Jing slightly frowned, glanced at him quickly, turned around, and said with his back to him.

"There are clothes in the closet. Go downstairs after you're done. I'll take you to find Uncle."

After he finished speaking, he closed the door.

While sitting on the sofa on the first floor and waiting for Li Feizhou, Ling Jing hadn't smoked half of a cigarette when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps downstairs, and ran down lightly and quickly.

He glanced back and saw Li Feizhou standing on the stairs with some restraint, his white fingers clutching the corners of his clothes nervously, and after standing still, he glanced at the overly quiet villa with a confused expression.

This is the old house of the Shen family. Li Feizhou once came here on a rainy day, but he completely forgot.

Ling Jing stubbed out the cigarette butt, got up and walked outside.

"Let's go."

Li Feizhou looked at his back hesitantly, bent over and petted the wolfhounds, told them to wait here obediently, and then hurriedly followed.

The driver drove the car in the direction of the hospital in silence. Ling Jing and Li Feizhou sat side by side in the back seat, with an arm's length between them. In the silent space, even breathing could hardly be heard.

Ling Jing looked sideways out of the window, but out of the corner of his eye, he could still see Li Feizhou's slender knuckles twisted together on his knees.

He didn't ask any questions, just followed Ling Jing into the car and went to an unknown place to find the husband he was thinking of.

Shen Fu notified Ling Jing after half a month in the hospital, only saying that he had something very important to go back to the capital.

Originally Ling Jing didn't want to come back. After all, the trouble last time was a bit unpleasant. After returning, he calmly shrugged off his subordinates' inquiries. Li Feizhou's existence seemed to be silently erased when he appeared.

No one dares to ask, but Ling Jing always has an inexplicable anger in his heart, but there is nowhere to vent it. He can only try to be open, there is no need to fight for someone who is unclear and doesn't care about him at all. trouble.

But before returning to normal, he returned to the capital.

This time Shen Fu didn't have Li Feizhou by his side, and even lost his trace. The man who was still elegant and mature last time was lying on the hospital bed with a gray face and said that he wanted to transfer all the inheritance to him.

Ling Jing knew that although Shen Fu's surname was Shen, he seemed to have never had close relatives, so he left the inheritance to himself, a junior who had only met a few times and was not even related by blood.

But he didn't want it.

Ever since his mother passed away, Ling Jing was also almost a loner. Now that he saw Shen Fu losing his vitality day by day, he seemed to have seen his own future.

He didn't ask Shen Fu about Li Feizhou, but he heard him calling his name several times unconsciously.

So he asked straight to the point during the day, when Shen Fu was awake.

"Do you want to see Li Feizhou? I can help you get him back."

After listening, Shen Fu was silent for a long time, and then said.

"never mind."

Ling Jing asked this time, and never brought up Li Feizhou's name again.

Shen Fu suffered from an intergenerational blood disease, which was difficult to treat. Ling Jing didn't know whether he had simply given up on treatment or was unwilling to seek help from his relatives who had been estranged for decades, but there was no doubt that Shen Fu's life was gradually coming to an end.

On a rainy day after a chemotherapy session, Shen Fu looked at the windows covered in rainwater in a daze, as quiet as fallen leaves knocked down by the rain outside, and suddenly said.

"I want to see him."

Ling Jing knew who he was talking about and nodded.

"it is good."

So he began to use all his contacts to find Li Feizhou's whereabouts. When he first found someone, Li Feizhou fell ill. Ling Jing knew that someone was looking for him at the same time, so he took him back to the old house to hide.

Later, after the doctor diagnosed the congestion in his brain, he told Shen Fu without any concealment, and relayed the doctor's words.

"Doctors say he has suffered severe head injuries and may have lost his memory."

At the door of the ward, Ling Jing pushed the door open and stepped aside, looking at him behind him.

Li Feizhou looked inside hesitantly, but he didn't see the complete figure. He looked up at Ling Jing again, his dark eyes were moist, and he whispered.

"Thank you."

He passed Ling Jing and hurried forward, and then Ling Jing closed the door.

The sound insulation of the walls of the ward was very good, and Ling Jing didn't hear any noise in the corridor. He couldn't help but took out his cigarette case, then went downstairs to smoke, and then answered the phone call from the army to talk about some serious business.

Two hours had passed by the time he returned to the ward, he walked in, and saw Shen Fu sitting against the head of the bed, with sunken cheeks and a haggard, but calm expression.

Ling Jing scanned the empty ward, and asked with a frown.

"What about him?"

"Go wash the strawberries."

After Shen Fu finished answering, he looked at him, the deep outline became more and more obvious because of his shape, his deep eyes stared at him, and said gently.

"Send him back to the army tonight."

"Back to the army?"

Ling Jing's eyebrows twitched, he didn't expect that he would send Li Feizhou away just by seeing Li Feizhou, he disagreed.

"How can he go back to the army now that he has lost his memory? And he knows you are sick, how could he leave at this time?"

Shen Fu still said calmly.

"I didn't expect that he really only remembered me, but now it's not a good thing. I'm dying, and he will only be sad for nothing when he remembers me."

After a pause, he glanced at the closed door, and then his voice became much lower.

"I lied to him that he would recover from his illness, and he also agreed to return to the army. Xiao Jing, you don't have to worry about the future."

Ling Jing listened silently, as if he wanted to refute, but he didn't have a suitable position to persuade him to change his mind, so he said it unceremoniously after he endured it.

"He only remembers you now, and your wish is fulfilled when you meet him, so what should he do next time he comes and sees your dead body?"

Shen Fu couldn't help but look at him without hesitation, and even made some aggressive words, but he wasn't angry.

To the extent that he is familiar enough to hope that he will continue to live, being able to come back from the distant sea and stay to take care of him is already the most tender thing Ling Jing has done.

But Li Feizhou called him in a daze, then coughed twice in silence for a moment, with a wry smile on his face, and murmured.

"I'm too selfish...I used to want to go back to the past, back to the time when he didn't meet so many people, when he was just my kitten, I swore to treat him well and never let him Fear me, loathe me, and run away from me. But at this moment he lost his memory, I would rather he hate me forever and stop crying for me. "

The natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death is a fate that no one, no matter how powerful, can change. Shen Fu is not yet forty, which is the time when he is at his prime, but because of a genetic disease, he has to face death head on.

Ling Jing's chest seemed to be pressed down by a big rock, he felt very irritable, and there was no reason.

In all fairness, the relationship between him and Shen Fu is not "Mister". He keeps reappearing in his mind. Now he sincerely doesn't want Shen Fu to die, maybe it's just because he doesn't want to see the death of the only person Li Feizhou relies on and trusts.

Ling Jing wanted to smoke again, he strode out of the ward with a cigarette in his hand, and stopped suddenly when he reached the door, asking inexplicably.

"Uncle, is your illness really incurable?"

There was no answer for a long while.

Ling Jing frowned even tighter, opened the door and went out.

After standing in the corridor for a while, he didn't wait for Li Feizhou to come back, so he asked for directions and walked towards the bathroom.

Most of the people living on this floor are rich people, and there are washrooms in the luxurious single wards, but Shen Fu seemed to be waiting for him to come back and talk alone, so he sent Li Feizhou out.

The washroom is at the end of this floor, it is quiet and few people come by.

Ling Jing was wondering if Li Feizhou was no longer here, turned the corner and saw him standing in front of the faucet, holding the washed strawberry box in his arms, with his head slightly drooping, thinking about something.

The iron-gray bathroom also exuded the smell of disinfectant. Li Feizhou's face seemed to have been washed away by the faucet, and it was as pale as paper. He just stood there for a long time and silently.

Ling Jing looked at him for a while, then walked over, asking seemingly unintentionally.

"Why did it take so long to wash?"

Li Feizhou came back to his senses, glanced at him, then looked down at the strawberry box in his arms, approached him as if he had just woken up from a dream, and said in a low voice.

"It's been washed."

His hands were still wet, and the back of his hands and knuckles were covered with a layer of water. They must have been washed by the faucet for too long. They looked cold and white, and the huge and plump bright red strawberries suddenly became dazzling.

Ling Jing took the strawberry box, and when his fingertips touched his skin, it was really cold.

He opened his mouth slightly, and when he was about to say something, Li Feizhou suddenly made a sound and asked in a low voice.

"Will sir die?"

When he said this, he didn't look up, as if he didn't dare to look at Ling Jing's expression, his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a gleam of water flashing in a trance.

Ling Jing thought for a moment and replied.

"No one can live forever."

The fuzzy words that seemed to comfort did not answer Li Feizhou's question, so he pursed his lips, no longer obsessed with this question, but raised his eyes to look at him, the dark eyes looked very clear.

"Sir said I could trust you, didn't he?"

"Yes, you can trust me."

Ling Jing answered quickly and frankly this time.

He didn't need to harm Li Feizhou, there was no reason or purpose.

Although Li Feizhou made him feel a little annoyed at being fooled at that time, he was soon relieved that the relationship between them was an exchange of interests, and there was no need to mix any personal feelings.

It's the same now, he helped Li Feizhou only because of Shen Fu's last wish.

Before, Shen Fu asked him to continue to take care of Li Feizhou. Ling Jing was very clear about what he meant, because Shen Fu knew that he had been entangled with Li Feizhou for more than a year, but in the end Ling Jing refused.

So Shen Fu took the next best thing, and now he was only asked to send Li Feizhou back to the army, which was just a matter of effort for Ling Jing.

After hearing his answer, Li Feizhou still stared at him motionlessly. Such a serious look seemed a bit naive. Ling Jing suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't bear to avoid it.

After a few seconds, Li Feizhou asked again.

"Ling Jing, did we know each other—I mean, before I lost my memory."

Ling Jing's eyebrows twitched, and he asked immediately.

"What do you remember?"

Li Feizhou hesitated for a few seconds, a look of bewilderment gradually appeared on his face, and then whispered in an uncertain tone as if dreaming.

"I didn't remember it, it's just the smell of smoke on your body, which is very familiar."

Ling Jing is addicted to cigarettes, and has been smoking a brand of cigarettes all year round. The strong smell of tobacco seems to have melted into his bones and blood, making people know it is him from a long distance away.

This seemed to be his sign, and Li Feizhou almost got a little bit of a taste when he stayed with him every day.

The heart stopped for a moment and then began to beat violently, but Ling Jing's voice was still very steady, and he asked calmly.

"When did you feel familiar?"

"After waking up."

To be precise, when he spent that chaotic night at Ye Wang's house, Li Feizhou felt faintly familiar with the obsessive voice that clung to his ears.

And when he woke up with a fever and saw Ling Jing, he also realized that he was not as guarded as he was with other strangers, as if they were very familiar with each other.

It's just that today he only cared about Shen Fu, and now he slowly recalled the strangeness when he saw Ling Jing.

He really forgot too many things.

Ling Jing looked at him, his tense jawline slowly relaxed, then he moved slightly, looked away, and said with a sideways face.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter if you don't remember."

After a pause, he looked at the sky outside the window and continued.

"When the doctor checked you before, he said that taking medicine can help you recover as soon as possible. If you want to, ask the doctor to prescribe you some medicine before going to the army."

"What do you mean if I want to? Are all the things I forget bad?"

Li Feizhou already got the answer when he asked this sentence. At that time, he learned about the genital cavity when he faced Liao Song and Shen Qiran, and this incident almost made him collapse. What I know may be more cruel than these.

Ling Jing couldn't answer him, because he didn't know exactly what Li Feizhou had forgotten.

Subconsciously, he felt a little sad that Li Feizhou had forgotten to live with him for more than a year, but maybe it would be better if he forgot to move forward now.

"What I forget and what I remember are all things I have experienced. Since I can survive that time, what is there to be afraid of now?"

The unexpectedly calm answer made Ling Jing suddenly turn around and stare at him with complicated expressions.

Li Feizhou took the strawberry box from his hand, then lifted the lid, picked one and stuffed it into his hand, and put another one into his mouth.

The light lip color was dyed a little bright by the strawberry juice, and his dark eyes were like indestructible reefs, which still stood firm in the turbulent waves of the night.

At this moment, Ling Jing seemed to see the Li Feizhou in his memory, with too many secrets and too many invisible scars hidden on his body, but nothing could break him.

Li Feizhou smiled at him and offered to speak.

"Sir, it's time to wait, let's go back."

Ling Jing, who was standing there, stared blankly at his thin but straight back, suddenly thought of something, and his expression suddenly relaxed.

After stuffing the strawberry into his mouth, he followed.