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There is no electricity left in the mobile phone, like a piece of scrap iron.Deng Luoyi charged and turned on the phone, the top of the call log was Jiang Mingyun's number, probably not connected, because Luo Xuan sent a text message, the words were densely packed, and all his brains poured into a deep bottomless pit.

"Mingyun, why didn't you answer my call?"

"Where are you?"

"Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

……

"Do you hate me? I will cooperate with the doctor, I will take medicine, and I can do anything. Give me some time and don't ignore me."

……

Throughout the night, Luo Xuan went from being confused about the status quo to falling into deep self-doubt. The last words were confused, and it was impossible to read what he wanted to express.

- Really a mental patient.

Deng Luoyi looked at his phone and smiled mockingly.

He sank into the tub with his arms around his shoulders, the bubbles rising and disappearing on the swaying surface of the water.Maybe it didn't disappear without a sound, but it broke when it got close to the water surface. The break should have a sound, but he couldn't hear it.Holding his breath, the remaining oxygen in the lungs was exhausted, and a fire burned in his chest, burning his flesh and blood.Deng Luoyi suddenly opened his eyes, his eyelashes were thick and thin, and his pale skin made him look like a corpse in the water.

In fact, he wasn't always in this weak and sickly state.

Luo Xuan hollowed out his body so that he could not be exposed to the sun.

When he was awake, he stood naked in front of the mirror, his drooping eyes were hollow and cold, and he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar body, shriveled, and his wrists could be circled with a light grip of his thumb and index finger.

How could Jiang Mingyun desire this body?Even he himself was ashamed to face it.

Obviously a woman's soft body is more attractive.

The driver parked the car outside the Twin Towers, and Deng Luoyi walked into Anli surrounded by many subordinates. The floor numbers on the elevator display screen changed rapidly, refreshing the old time.After more than a year, he returned to his office again. The reality was almost the same as his memory, and even a signature pen he put on the table was still in its original position.

He doesn't need to work, but apart from work, he can't find the meaning of life.

"Roy, I finally found you. I formed a game company, you can lend me some money, I don't ask much, only tens of millions." When Dario spoke, the reddish-brown beard around his lips stained a little. Dripping cheese.Some time ago, he and a group of female models maxed out two black cards in Las Vegas. After his father paid off his debts, he said that he would not give him any more money.All the friends around were harassed by him, only Deng Luoyi who was on vacation didn't let him find anyone.

The fried fish was placed in the center of the plate, dripping with brown-black sauce. Deng Luoyi fixed one end with a fork, and cut repeatedly with the serrated edge of the table knife. The fish meat scattered into a pile of sand, making people completely lose their appetite.He put the cutlery on either side of the plate and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Which time have you ever succeeded in doing something?" Deng Luoyi said.

Dario yelled loudly: "I haven't found a field suitable for my development, so I can't waste my life on some boring things! Oh, don't mention it, will you give me money?"

"Here." Deng Luoyi leaned on the back of the seat, crossed his fingers in front of him, and watched him eat pasta with a fork.

"When I am 30 years old and can dispose of my fund, I will pay you back."

He was overjoyed, and started complaining about women being flirtatious, dating him while hooking up stupid upstarts at his parties.

"You don't need to pay back the money, just give me some of the original shares."

"Really?" Dario laughed so hard that his blue eyes disappeared.An idiot company that is not on the market and has no products is not worth tens of millions of dollars.

Deng Luoyi joked with a serious expression, "It's fake."

Seeing that it was getting late, he took the coat handed by the waiter, left Dario himself in the restaurant, and walked back to Anli in the same block.

The newly recruited administrative assistant hurriedly stood up from behind the desk when he saw him.He asked his assistant to inform the finance department to contact Dario's company, no matter what the other party asked, just agree.However, Dario called within a few days, saying that Anli would not invest.

Deng Luoyi was puzzled and became annoyed that the order he gave himself could actually make a mistake.He called his assistant and asked him to find out what was going on.

The fine holes of the central air conditioner breathe out heat, and outside the window is a snowy sky.The assistant stood in the middle of the office in amazement, his face was ashen. This was the first time he had heard of this matter, and Mr. Deng had never ordered it before.

"You...you didn't say this." Hot and humid sweat broke out from his temples.

After waiting for a while, Deng Luoyi said: "I see, you can go out."

Deng Luoyi stroked the tiger's mouth with his right hand, with an inscrutable expression on his face.Just this morning, the needle-like pain in his wrist became more and more clear, but his consciousness was still vague. When his fingers were not grasping or scratching lightly, the viscous liquid oozed out, and the pain pierced hard into the flesh. He trembled and opened his mouth. eyes.

Raising his hand, he stared intently at the light that slipped in through the cracks in the curtains. There were three or four blisters splashed from oil spots on his wrist, the skin and flesh of the burned part were separated, and the surrounding area was swollen and red.One of the blisters had been scratched by him, and the transparent tissue fluid covered the crevices of his nails, the epidermis was completely peeled off, and the wound was in contact with the air. It was like watching countless mosquitoes bite him, and the psychological pain was greater than the physical pain.

He didn't know how he got the wound. When he went downstairs, he saw a table full of cold Chinese dishes, all of which hadn't been eaten. Deng Luoyi already had the answer in his heart.

The butler leaned over and asked if he could remove the food. Deng Luoyi shook his head, picked up a piece of scrambled egg from the nearest plate with bamboo chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed mechanically with his eyes down.Since he has given his time, it shouldn't be wasted. In all fairness, his own cooking skills are pretty good.

Deng Luoyi was aware of his mental state, so he didn't make things difficult for his assistant, instead he called the financial officer himself and asked him to settle Dario's affairs.

In less than a month, Luo Xuan appeared quite frequently, almost more times than in previous years.He was always trying to reach Jiang Mingyun, and even bit a bodyguard while escaping.Deng Luoxuan was curious about how he was sick, but the people around him kept secrets and picked out some half-truths and half-truths to tell him.

So, he ordered people to install surveillance cameras everywhere in the villa to spy on his every move.

Luo Xuan is cooking again.He skillfully scraped off the scales of the fish, disemboweled it, and cut the onion and ginger into fine shreds and spread it on the fish.The hot fog was enveloping the kitchen surveillance screen, and the camera in the dining room recorded Luo Xuan back and forth placing the green-glazed dishes on the table. There is a lot of pressure on the top of the head.

The light is frosty and cold, and there is no warmth in it.He sat on the chair with his back curled up, holding the bowl and putting the rice into his mouth one by one.The two eyeballs seemed to be glued to the face, black and rumbled, and they didn't blink in a specific direction.

Suddenly, he trembled violently, and his soft black hair hung down to cover half of his face.He probably choked, clenched the chopsticks tightly with his fingers, covered his mouth with the other hand and coughed a few times.

"You can choke on eating like this," Deng Luoyi turned to face his bodyguard captain, holding back a smile, with a teasing tone, "Don't you know you have to swallow?"

The captain of the bodyguard was surnamed He, a third-generation Chinese-American, and he was the one who was bitten on the arm by Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan in the surveillance remained still, and soon after, he slowly put down his chopsticks and folded his arms on the table.He bowed his head facing the bowl full of rice, sobbing and weeping, crying and crying, unable to lift his head for a long time.

Deng Luoyi completely lost his smile. He looked at his own video with cold eyes, scolded him for nothing, and asked He Sheng to delete these surveillance videos before he left.

That night, Deng Luoyi had another dream.

The sycamore trees, the gray pigeons stepping on the roof tiles, the rain washed mottled marks on the walls, and the corners of the walls were covered with damp moss.He leaned on the window sill and saw a group of little boys holding dead branches as swords, rumbling past the window and disappearing at the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.

He turned his face to the side, and another self appeared in front of him.It's just a resemblance, not himself.

"Hey, why don't you play with them?"

He felt that he should be indifferent, "They? They are a bunch of childish ghosts."

The boys reappeared at the street corner, and the twins crawled out of the window, dragging each other, and rushed towards the lively corner.

How long ago?He can't remember long ago.Dreams muddy the floating dust at the bottom of memory, and the real and the fake are mixed into a cloudy liquid.He seemed to still be able to recall the chirping of cicadas in summer, but the sound was still echoing in his ears.

Deng Luoyi sat up from the bed and covered his face with his hands.He touched the dry tears, sticking to his cheeks like a layer of dead skin that had peeled off.

Galway on the west coast of Ireland ushered in a blizzard in early February as a rare and strong cold snapped across the European continent.The snow eroded every corner, and with the biting cold wind coming from the slope, the snowplows cleared the road against the wind and snow, and the snow on the sidewalks that had not been cleaned in time was enough to reach ankles.The male owner of the neighbor's house was wearing a wool cap and was using a shovel to remove the snow in front of the door. When he saw him come back, he raised his hand to greet him.

"Jiang, have you ever seen such a heavy snow?"

Jiang Mingyun said, "I saw it on TV."

The silver tabby in the house was sprawled on the arm of the sofa, turned his head toward the hallway at the sound, and wagged the tip of his tail leisurely.

Jiang Mingyun lowered his head and unlocked it with his fingerprints. A black commercial vehicle drove up and stopped on the side of the road, right behind him.The door lock made a crisp sound, Jiang Mingyun didn't seem to hear it, but turned around and looked at the mysterious uninvited car.

Xuefei was flying in the air, the vast whiteness was flowing, and it seemed to be still. The neighbor's shovel rubbed against the stone ground, making a burst of elongated noise.The rear door of the business car was opened from the inside, first two bodyguards in black suits got out of the car, and then the real visitors stepped on the snow in the blizzard.

Jiang Mingyun's expression was slightly solemn, he couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was Luo Xuan or Deng Luoyi.