No. 7 Fish House

A bright red flower bloomed on Tribulus Island, which was the flower of life bloomed by He Fu using the toxin in his body.

Cui Liang and Shen Dawu died, and so did He Fu.

Xing Ting sat there blankly, Yang Mingzhen did not expect to see such a scene.His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about what happened recently.

"He Fu is dead..." This is Yang Mingzhen's conclusion, "He died to save us?"

This smiling baby face blew up his body like a flower in front of them, dying an incomparably gorgeous death.

But they still couldn't believe that He Fu would die...

"He is very clear..." Xing Ting's eyes were blurred with tears, he looked at the failed red flower, "He told me in the fish restaurant that he would die, and he obviously didn't want to go to the island at all."

He recalled the first time he asked He Fu to go to the island. At that time, there was a dispute between them, and He Fu said that he didn't want to come to rescue Yang Mingzhen.

He Fu looked at the fish in the aquarium and asked him, "Do you think I am like the fish in the aquarium, or am I like this cat?"

At that time, he didn't understand He Fu's metaphor.

He Fu pointed to the fish house and said, "None, I am a fish tank."

"In your eyes, I am a fish tank that protects the fish and an enemy against the cat. I am immortal and will not die, just like this fish tank."

Xing Ting murmured: "He is the fish tank, he protects us, but the fish tank also has a broken day, once broken, everything will cease to exist."

Now he finally understood He Fu's words.

But it was too late.

Long Juan forced He Fu to eat himself, obviously at that time, He Fu could choose to eat himself.

At that time, He Fu said: "But I'm going to die..."

He foresaw his own death, but no one understood the sadness in his eyes.

He Fu was never afraid of death, he was afraid of pain, so afraid of pain, he actually exploded a flower in his body.

"How much pain should he have?" Xing Ting thought.

No one answered his words.

Yang Mingzhen couldn't answer either, they used to rely too much on He Fu.

The cold east wind blew across Tribulus Island, and the red shards scattered everywhere.

The death cycle left by Long Juan was broken by He Fu's body.

"Xing Ting, let's go back." Yang Mingzhen reached out and patted Xing Ting's shoulder lightly.

Xing Ting wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, the flowers had completely disappeared, there was nothing left.

He Fu is dead...

【end】

Xing Ting went back to the No. [-] Fish Restaurant alone. He sat on the sofa where He Fu had once sat, quietly flipping through the brand new "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio".Xiaomi yelled over and over beside him, as if asking: Where did He Fu go?

Xing Ting looked at the book and suddenly shed tears.

There is a sentence on the page: If you can come back alive, you must take good care of the fish in my fish tank.

That was He Fu's last words to him.

He was still thinking about the fish in No. [-] fish restaurant until his death.

Winter goes to spring, day after day.

Xing Ting made the fish and cats in No. [-] Fish House very fat, but he himself lost a lot of weight.

One evening, when it was raining and raining, he nestled on the sofa and read a book.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door of No. [-] Fish House.

Xing Ting walked over lazily, the door opened, and in front of him was a tall and thin young man, wearing a clean white gown, with the most familiar smile on his face.

"Xing Ting, long time no see."