What bad thoughts can a canary have?

The heavy rain warmed up for a whole day, and the torrential rain brought a strong typhoon to Qiantang City. The sea boiled and the river turned over.

Lin Fei turned his face away, and the raindrops hit the light gray window glass like marbles. He reached out and pulled the jacket zipper up to his chin, and buried his face in it, which seemed to give him a sense of security.

Just now, the scene was scrolling back and forth in my mind, and that kind of bone-piercing coolness followed like a shadow, watching the water flood up like drowning, but I didn't even have the strength to call for help.

He was wondering which side was Fu Shiyue's real face, the man who had been with him for a long time might not exist at all, and there was only this unscrupulous jackal with a fierce face.

Just now Fu Shiyue asked him if he was thinking about it, and he told himself over and over again, you are a selfish person with a low moral bottom line, Zhou Mian's family went bankrupt and heavily in debt, He Yanning was ruined and went to jail, what does it have to do with you?

The mud bodhisattva can't protect himself when crossing the river, so he wants to cross others?

If no one else was involved, the war would only be between him and Fu Shiyue. He would break the pot and walk away. There is no reason for it. In a society ruled by law, no matter how rich and powerful he is, what can he do?

Once other people are implicated, Lin Fei can't get over the hurdle of conscience, how innocent are He Yanning and Zhou Mian's family?

Just knowing him is a disaster.

Lin Fei is indeed not a good person, nor is he a bad person. He has a bottom line and principles, and cannot do such inhuman things.

It is the best solution to take a step back and stabilize Fu Shiyue. He must first solve the problem between He Yanning and Zhou Mian, and then fight this vicious person to the death.

The driver's door was opened, and the wind and rain swept in. Lin Fei leaned against the window and remained motionless. Fu Shiyue held a kraft paper medicine bag in one hand and put it in the storage box. He took off his misty glasses and put them under the windshield , "Two kinds of medicines, one for anti-inflammation and one for preventing infection. Recently, I remember to avoid eating spicy food."

Lin Fei ignored it, staring at the raindrops on the glass, not wanting to say a word.

Fu Shiyue leaned over, carefully fastened his seat belt, touched the back of his cold hand with his fingertips, pressed the warm air in the car, and asked patiently, "I still have a house in the city center, would you like to go back to the mountain? I'll take you there, okay?"

To Lin Fei, there was no difference between the two choices. He glanced at Fu Shiyue, turned his face away, and resisted passively.

Fu Shiyue turned on the steering wheel with one hand, "Are you angry about what happened just now, or because of what happened yesterday?"

"If it was just now, I have already done it, sorry, irreparable,"

He paused, reached out to hold Lin Fei's cold hand, and interlocked his fingers forcibly, "If it was yesterday, you don't think it's enough for me to apologize alone, and I'll ask Xiang Di to apologize to you too."

Just getting into the car from the strong wind and waves, Fu Shiyue's hands were colder than Lin Fei's. Lin Fei had the feeling of being caressed by a poisonous snake's letter, so he calmed down and sneered, "Xiang Di will apologize to me?"

"He will." Fu Shiyue looked at him with an unquestionable look.

Lin Fei suddenly understood that Fu Shiyue always had a way to make people "volunteer". He found it absurd and ridiculous, "Did you call Zhao Jingtai?"

Fu Shiyue narrowed his eyes and looked at the road ahead, "I don't like the contemptuous tone he used to describe you, it's very annoying."

Lin Fei was speechless. Guessing was one thing, but Fu Shiyue's own admission was another. He thought for a while, "Zhao Jingtai didn't steal from me at all, it was your design, did you report it to the police?"

Fu Shiyue raised his eyebrows with a calm attitude, "You are very smart."

Even if it was for his own sake, Lin Fei couldn't accept this vicious kindness with peace of mind. Zhao Jingtai lost his recommendation quota and recorded it in the file. His work and life will be affected for the rest of his life. This revenge is too much.

Zhao Jingtai was not the first one, Lin Fei was surprisingly sober at this time, took off this gentle and elegant mask, looked at this jackal, tiger and leopard face, the discomfort and incomprehensible contradictions before suddenly cleared up.

"The physical education teacher is also..."

"Yes." Fu Shiyue stopped him, lightly pressed Lin Fei's arm joint bone with his fingertips, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I overestimated his courage and thought he would succeed in committing suicide. I didn't expect him to be so cowardly and keep procrastinating I didn’t jump off the building until the rescue team came, I didn’t think carefully, which made you uneasy.”

Lin Fei resisted the urge to pull back his hand. A scumbag is a human life. He said it lightly. He even regretted that he did not die. How cruel is Fu Shiyue's heart?

Fu Shiyue lowered his head and laughed, "One more thing, He Yanning's younger brother really looks like him, and the probability of autism being cured is very low, so it's hard for him."

Lin Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood, "You did it!"

"Yeah." Fu Shiyue looked ahead, the dimples at the corners of his mouth were shallow, his profile was handsome and indifferent, but what he said was cruel and outrageous, "I don't like him teaching you how to drive, but I don't want to make you unhappy, so It can only make him unhappy."

Affectionate, really affectionate, the affectionate Lin Fei wants to grab his tie and strangle him to death. Today is really an eye-opener, saying bastard is an insult to the word bastard, what is the crime of bastard?

Animals, beasts, countless dirty words popped up in Lin Fei's mind, each one was more ugly than the last one, but they disappeared one by one like the bubbles in a carbonated drink. Insulting and swearing will only make him look childish and pitiful.

The car drove into the winding mountain road, a luxury car with excellent sound insulation, and the only sound in the world was the sound of the wiper rubbing against the glass. Fu Shiyue looked at his expressionless face, stretched out his hand to embrace him, pressed him in his arms, and gently touched his lips. Touching his hair, "What are you thinking?"

Lin Fei raised his eyes to look at his chin, and said earnestly: "I'm thinking whether to grab the steering wheel, die with you, and treat it as killing harm for the people."

Fu Shiyue sighed, looking at him with focused eyes, "If the car overturns, I will protect you under my body."

Lin Fei found that his thinking was different from that of ordinary people. Fu Shiyue didn't seem to have all the fear, shame, and guilt that ordinary people should have. People who are not even afraid of death have nothing to fear.

What's more, Lin Fei didn't want to die with a lunatic when he died. When the body collector came, what he saw was a couple embracing each other like glue, telling a touching love story.

That's too bad.

The body temperature in Fu Shiyue's arms is real, and his heart, which has been anxious all day long, is at ease and calm. This is what he wants, "Sweetie, I will protect you, no one can hurt you."

Lin Fei found it ironic and funny, and now the person he fears the most is Fu Shiyue. In his life, there is no more terrifying existence than this person.

It was late at night, and Aunt Wang had already rested, with cold food left on the dining table. Lin Fei came back to this villa before going to summer school, and he hung on Fu Shiyue like a koala. The two were inseparable. In the end, with his lips swollen, he was lying on Fu Shiyue's lap to read and write the code. At that time, he was still thinking that a man who works hard is so attractive.

Unexpectedly, returning to this house again was involuntary.

Not long after Lin Fei got his tattoo, he took the shower to avoid the wound and took a shower. He changed into a set of clean pajamas. His half-wet hair was messy. He was too lazy to dry it. There was no need to show Fu Shiyue his best side. The towel was hung around his neck into the bedroom.

The wall lamp at the head of the bed glowed warmly, shrouded in a light yellow halo. Fu Shiyue sat on the sofa chair in the middle of the halo, with a pair of straight long legs crossed, hooking his hands at him. Lin Fei was emotionless, like a puppet Walking over, Fu Shiyue held his wrist, sat on his knees, picked up a towel and wiped his hair, "Wipe dry before going to bed, or you'll catch a cold."

The tip of Lin Fei's nose touched his jaw, and he leaned back to distance himself, keeping silent.

Fu Shiyue supported his flexible waist with one hand, and carefully dried his hair with the other hand. The air was filled with the smell of damp bath liquid. His eyes gradually dimmed, his breathing became rough, and he took a mouthful of Lin Fei's soft and delicious earlobe. "Okay, lie down on the bed, and I'll apply medicine to you."

Lin Fei lay down on the bed without saying a word, the light dyed his eyelashes golden, making his emotionless face more vivid and warm.

The hem of the pajamas was gently lifted, and the skin on the back of the waist was exposed to the air, and it became cold. A warm and dry hand touched the swollen tattoo, covered the cold ointment, and spread it delicately with his fingertips. Lin Fei could almost feel it. From the thin calluses between Fu Shiyue's fingers, every breath is filled with the familiar pure breath.

The subconscious memory can't be erased, the slight tremor of the skin is like a young sprout, Fu Shiyue is even more uncomfortable, the last time I scribbled back and forth in the car, counting the time, I haven't eaten this little sweet cake for nearly a month up.

His throat was dry, and a feeling of dryness rose up. He stared deeply at the tattoo, put his hands on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and kissed it, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's beautiful, don't wash it off."

Lin Fei pulled down the hem of his clothes, stared at the wall lamp, deliberately not looking at him, so as not to get burned, "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

Even though Fu Shiyue wanted him very much and wished he would eat him alive, he knew that enough was enough. He did too much today and couldn't push Lin Fei too hastily. Everything should be done step by step.

"Go to sleep, I'll read you a bedtime story." Fu Shiyue opened the bedside drawer, took out the full English hardcover version of "Oscar Wilde's Fairy Tales", turned to the bookmarked page, sat on the sofa, read slowly and clearly stand up.

Lin Fei was really tired. He played games all night last night, played games with Xia Chi again today, and was gently threatened by Fu Shiyue again. He was exhausted, physically and mentally exhausted. In Fu Shiyue's deliberately lowered elegant voice, he fell into a deep sleep go.

The next day, the rain gradually subsided, and the open-air swimming pool in the courtyard seemed to be playing a piano indiscriminately. In the kitchen, the white porridge was gurgling, and Aunt Wang was busy preparing meals.

After Lin Fei washed up, he sat down at the dining table and saw a clean white note pressed under the coffee pot.

This handwriting is high-spirited and ups and downs, and the style is steep. Grandpa Lin Fei taught calligraphy, and he understood these by ear and eyes.

[I wanted to have breakfast with you, but unfortunately there is a meeting that is difficult to shirk, so you can eat at ease, don't worry about it. ]

Lin Fei tore up the note, threw it into the trash can, poured a cup of coffee, and drank it with his head up. The bitter liquid swept over his taste. He gritted his teeth hard, and a strong sense of powerlessness filled his chest.

He hated this table, hated the lamp above his head, hated the smell of kitchen food, hated the imprisoned life he was about to face, and hated the suffocating feeling of being controlled by others.

What did he do wrong? It was nothing more than a love affair, an aboveboard exchange of money and sex. You love me, and the money and the goods are equal. How did it develop to this point?

Aunt Wang put the small bowl of white porridge on the table, she was busy with her head down, she didn't see his expression, "You haven't come for a long time, the family is not popular, it's good if you come, Mr. Fu finally has a companion."

The muscles on Lin Fei's cheeks were sore, and he asked coldly in his heart, "Why?"

He was living an uncomfortable life, and Fu Shiyue couldn't even think of getting sweets.

"boom!!!"

Lin Fei picked up the delicately shaped coffee pot on the table and threw it on the ground. Aunt Wang shook violently, and was about to speak, when Lin Fei also dropped the ornaments on the table to the ground, smashing them to pieces.

"What's wrong with you?" Aunt Wang asked in surprise.

"Call Fu Shiyue and ask him to come back." Lin Fei turned his wrist, pushed open the utility room door, and pulled out a medium duckbill hammer.

The first thing he hit with the hammer was the large double-sided transparent TV in the living room. With the hammer, the pattern split like an earthquake, and countless things were completely scrapped.

The second hammer was a holographic projector, which floated in mid-air and the light blue aquarium disappeared without a trace. He smashed it as he walked.

If you can't hit it, kick it over, if you can't kick it, step on it, and change the target.

Aunt Wang covered her mouth in surprise and frantically called.

Lin Fei smashed all the way from the living room to the study, where the coffee table was overturned and the chairs were tilted, like a tornado passing through. The study is where Fu Shiyue usually stays the longest, and there are many valuable collections in it.

He first threw a few expensive ornaments on the bookshelf, and then pulled out the neat books on the bookshelf, throwing them on the ground one by one, until his fingers touched the black box behind the bookshelf, he put the duckbill hammer on the table , remove the wooden box with both hands.

A pitch-black urn with a good texture to the touch, Lin Fei lifted the lid, and found a diamond-encrusted skull and an old umbrella.

This is the only remaining existence of Fu Shiyue's mother. The dead are the most important. Lin Fei is not so mad that he can even smash this. He glanced at it and was about to close the lid when he glanced at the lanyard of the umbrella handle from the corner of his eye.

Umbrellas are the most common umbrellas on the market, and can be bought in any store. The only unique thing is the black, white and gray three-color lanyard.

Lin Fei’s grandma had a traditional mindset and believed that tying multicolored ropes around his wrists during the Dragon Boat Festival would ward off evil spirits. Lin Fei didn’t like wearing brightly colored ropes, so his grandma wove a fashionable three-color rope for him by herself. .

Later, Lin Fei gave this umbrella to the man on the Tongjiang Bridge who was about to commit suicide.

Umbrellas might be mistaken, but this lanyard won't.

Like a thunderbolt on the ground, Lin Fei was enlightened and suddenly realized.

Two years ago, he kindly persuaded Fu Shiyue to save Fu Shiyue, who was looking for death. One and a half years ago, this man became his best friend's uncle. What a coincidence!

No wonder Fu Shiyue didn't care about the life and death of Zhou Mian's family at all. Zhou Mian's family was just a bridge for him to go to himself. Now that he has landed, it doesn't matter whether the bridge collapses or not.

Lin Fei took a deep breath, and his hair stood on end. If Fu Shiyue was not Zhou Mian's uncle, he knew everything, but a rich man with unknown background, he would not have rushed forward and stepped into this building built with money and honey. into a trap.

Yesterday he repeatedly suspected that Fu Shiyue had some kind of mental problem, and now it is confirmed, if it is not a psychopath, who would think of such a trick that ordinary people cannot understand?

Behind the bone-piercing horror, Lin Fei felt a sense of relief, a kind of joy born out of fear, like a flower blooming on a cliff, weak in strength but strong in vitality.

Because he suddenly knew that Fu Shi had finished reading.

I have won.

When Fu Shiyue returned to his ruined home, Aunt Wang was still in shock. She clutched her chest and sat on the sofa in front of the door. He wanted to say something, but he waved his hand, took off his windbreaker, put it on his arm, and went straight into the study.

Lin Fei leaned against the desk loosely, bending the expensive pens in the pen holder one by one, having a great time playing.

"Have you calmed down?" Fu Shiyue swept the mess around and stepped over the fallen chair with his long legs.

Lin Fei shook his head, and after ruining the last pen, he asked bluntly, "Which one is the most valuable?"

Fu Shiyue threw the windbreaker on the table, unbuttoned the two suit vest buttons, and said with a chuckle, "The oil painting on the wall behind you."

Without hesitation, Lin Fei flicked his wrist while holding the pen, and the ink splashed onto the oil painting. The poetic field in the painting was instantly colorful and horrible. He shrugged, "Which one is next?"

"The plaster statue on the bookshelf." Fu Shiyue pointed his jaw at the ground, and the beautiful ancient Greek goddess Athena fell into a mutilated Venus.

Lin Fei glanced at it, folded his arms lazily, and turned his face away, "I'm bored, take a break."

Fu Shiyue raised his hand, twisted his chin, looked at him, and said in a low voice, "The most valuable here is you."

Lin Fei stared into his eyes for a moment, and a few seconds later, his palm was pressed against his left chest, the skin under his shirt was firm and warm, and his heartbeat was steady, "Uncle Fu, what is it like to fall in love at first sight?"

Fu Shiyue was slightly taken aback, his brows were raised, with a hint of surprise and sarcasm, "Love at first sight?"

"You became my best friend's uncle by any means, pretended to be who I like, and approached me deliberately, isn't it love at first sight?" Lin Fei sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said in a pitiful tone: "I guess someone like you , No one will really like you at all?, You want to catch me, but you don't know what method to use, you can only use this most despicable method to make me unable to leave you. "

He paused, and a cold smile extended to his eyes, "Yesterday you told me that the first time you saw me, you knew I would be inseparable from you. I think you've got it wrong."

Fu Shiyue sneered, pressed his palm on his chest, noncommittal, "Lin Fei, this place is empty, there is nothing."

"Oh?" Lin Fei dragged his voice out, and leaned forward unexpectedly, entwined and kissed like a snake, snorting intertwinedly, and hooked Fu Shiyue's neck with his other hand, forcing him to lower his head and accept the steaming kiss.

Fu Shiyue wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed his whole body on the table involuntarily, and deepened the kiss, like tasting a good red wine, sweeping it inside and out, without giving Lin Fei a chance to say no, his voice trembled. Dumb, "What do you want to do? Huh?"

"Your heart beats so fast." Lin Fei fulfilled his wish, and cast his eyes down, "I just kissed you, so that's not the case, is it?"

Fu Shiyue smiled lowly, lowered his head and pecked his soft lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm addicted to you, and I don't want to solve the problem by myself recently."

"I'm tired, I don't want to come." Lin Fei pushed his strong shoulders and sat up, his hands messed up his collar, squinting at him lazily, "Do you know a lot of people in the technology circle? My friend gave me an estimate."

Fu Shiyue squinted his eyes and looked at him. Lin Fei's cheeks were flushed from being kissed, and his lips were moist. This lazy look was very attractive, "There is a party in the IT industry tomorrow, and I can take you there."

"Thank you." Lin Fei leaned over, leaning on him as if boneless, and reached out to grab the collar of his shirt, "Uncle Fu, isn't it easier to go to Cambridge at the Linjiang International Middle School?"

Fu Shiyue held his hand and played with it, knowing that Lin Fei's gesture of good intentions was obvious, but it was still very useful, "Want to go?"

Lin Fei nodded his chin, took his hand lightly, and pinched him like a kitten scratching someone, "I want to go, it's been so long since school started, do you have a solution?"

Fu Shiyue pulled out his hand, unable to resist his appearance, he knocked his head off with his fingers, and sneered, "Yes."