never hear

As soon as the words fell, Shen Chuze's stomach growled softly.

It was very quiet, but it didn't affect Li Fengyu's hearing.

So Shen Chuze leaned against the head of the bed, and Li Fengyu fed him mouthful for lunch.

Then Li Fengyu let him have a good rest.

"By the way, Ah Chi, I really like how you drew me." Li Fengyu planted a kiss on Shen Chuze's forehead, with joy in his tone.

Shen Chuze smiled shyly.

After leaving the bedroom, Li Fengyu's originally joyful expression disappeared little by little.

On that painting, there was not only him, but also the signature of [Yu]. Li Fengyu didn't know if this indicated that Shen Chuze would eventually recover his memory bit by bit.

Although not two years ago, it happened two years later.

Taking out his mobile phone, Li Fengyu dialed the most recent call.

After hanging up the phone, he drove out and went to the hospital.

When Li Fengyu passed by, there was no one else in Fu Zibai's ward, only him, wearing blue and white hospital clothes, leaning against the head of the bed.

Seeing himself coming, Fu Zibai nodded slightly, there was no trace of malice in his eyes.

"Mr. Li, how much do you like Mr. Shen?" Fu Zibai seemed very straight to the point, "Are you ready to listen to this story?"

"Someone has already told me a story. I just want to hear what kind of story you are telling." Li Fengyu sat directly on the chair in the ward, his eyes straight Looking at Fu Zibai.

Fu Zibai frowned and asked, "Is that person's surname Xia?"

And Li Fengyu acquiesced.

"Mr. Li, if possible, I hope you will take Mr. Shen away after listening to this story, and leave here as quickly as possible."

Fu Zibai didn't know when Xia Shangzhou discovered Shen Chuze, but he almost subconsciously smelled uneasiness.

In fact, the past is both long and short. When Fu Zibai said it, his eyes looked out the window.

His story, his story, and his story.

"I approached him to get revenge on a scumbag."

This was the first sentence Fu Zibai said.

"We all thought he was dead."

This is the last sentence Fu Zibai said.

And the moment he finished speaking, Li Fengyu's fist hit him hard.

Blood flowed from Fu Zibai's face.

He didn't avoid it, but accepted it abruptly.

"How dare you." Li Fengyu looked at Fu Zibai with complete disgust.

"I have always wanted to say sorry to him." Fu Zibai's mouth was a little numb, and every word he said would involve the wound at the corner of his mouth.

So he paused, and then continued: "But I also feel that I'm sorry, how can I actually be worthy to say it to him."

"Mr. Li, take him away earlier, I know, you can protect him, but it doesn't matter if you go earlier." Fu Zibai returned to the beginning.

After a while, Li Fengyu said in a cold voice: "You really don't deserve to say sorry to him."

Fu Zibai was stunned for a moment, then repeated in a hoarse voice: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."

Finally, when Li Fengyu left the ward, Fu Zibai opened his mouth and said, "Thank you."

Thank you for what?

What Fu Zibai meant was—thank you for saving him.

However, Li Fengyu's footsteps never stopped.

Slowly turning his gaze back, Fu Zibai looked at the white walls of the hospital, tried to bend the corners of his mouth, but failed to reveal a smile.

In the past, when Xia Shangzhou moved his love for another, when his sincerity towards Xia Shangzhou was trampled on, he thought it was God's torture to him.

Then, when he approached Yu Hesheng obviously with a heart of revenge, but found out in horror that he was really in love with Yu Hesheng, he thought that this was God's teasing of him.

But he was calm in the end and accepted the teasing.

Because he and Yu Hesheng were in love with each other, and later, he even felt that this was God's compensation for him.

Until gastric cancer is detected.

You can't, because of yourself, fold the rest of Yu Hesheng's life into it.

unable.

Whisper him, for someone better.

He always wanted to call Yu Hesheng a low voice, what a nice name.

Just to distinguish him from Fu Zibai, so he called him Xiao He.

Now I don't have to think about anything.

Fu Zibai regretted countless times, regretted that at that time, he said such cruel words to Yu Hesheng with such an attitude, but at that time, he just wanted to make Yu Hesheng give up on him.

He just wanted Yu Hesheng to hate him.

Because in this case, after his death, Yu Hesheng could have other choices.

He made what he thought was the best decision for Yu Hesheng.

Make claims without authorization, and then get rewarded with satisfaction.

It had only been a week since Yu Hesheng fell into the sea, and the hospital called, it was a misdiagnosis.

If you want to ask Fu Zibai, when was the most painful and difficult time for him in the past two years, then it must be the moment when he received the misdiagnosis notice from the hospital.

Because of him, with his own hands, he strangled his love and killed his lover.

He locked himself at home, got drunk day and night, continued to drink when he woke up, fell asleep like that when he vomited, and the cycle repeated.

Fu Zibai thought that one day he would die suddenly as he wished, but God would not let him die.

If it wasn't because Xia Shangzhou went crazy and even dealt with Fu Jiao, Fu Zibai would still be in a daze.

In the past two years, Fu Zibai and Xia Shangzhou have been fighting each other to the extreme.

Fu Zibai disgusted Xia Shangzhou too much. He never expected Xia Shangzhou to keep the festival for Yu Hesheng, but he never thought about his every night Shengxiao.

Of course, Fu Zibai not only disgusted Xia Shangzhou, but also disgusted himself.

It seemed that he was no longer depressed, and gradually returned to the right path, but Fu Zibai knew that he was always looking forward to death.

In this way, we can meet Xiaosheng again.

He wanted to face to face and say the "I love you" and "I'm sorry" that he had practiced countless times.

But he doesn't deserve it, he really doesn't deserve it.

That's why he was truly diagnosed with stomach cancer, and then, when he met the living Xiao Sheng, who had already lost all his memories.

Late.

To be honest, Fu Zibai was hysterical.

He smashed all the things that could be smashed in his study, and then screamed while holding Yu Hesheng's photo.

What the hell is this.

He seemed to have never met him at the right time.

The expression on Fu Zibai's face seemed to be crying or smiling.