never hear

"I'm actually..." I'm actually not in pain.

However, Yu Hesheng didn't say these words, Fu Zibai stretched out his index finger, put it on his lips, and made a silent movement.

After Fu Zibai carefully applied alcohol to Yu Hesheng's wrist, he naturally let go of Yu Hesheng's hand.

"Thank you." After a long time, Yu Hesheng thanked Fu Zibai.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Fu Zibai nodded, accepted Yu Hesheng's thanks, then stood up from the bench and looked at Yu Hesheng.

He didn't seem to care about what happened in the restaurant just now, and he didn't intend to inquire.

That's why Yu Hesheng allowed Fu Zibai to step into his world. It's really hard for people to feel uncomfortable about Fu Zibai.

People who have experienced violence will always yearn for tenderness unconsciously.

The same is true for Yu Hesheng.

The music in Fu Zibai's car was melodious and soothing, while Yu Hesheng sat quietly. The two of them haven't spoken since they got in the car.

In fact, Yu Hesheng was distracted. Xia Shangzhou's bruised hand was not the one he mutilated himself, but when Fu Zibai wiped the alcohol for him just now, he might not have accidentally seen him hanging Left hand on knee.

Because of the long sleeves he was wearing today, Fu Zibai did not wear a watch to cover it up.

So, maybe Fu Zibai saw it.

"Xia Shangzhou, has he always treated you like this?"

The car stopped at some point, Fu Zibai asked in a calm voice.

Yu Hesheng raised his eyes, just in time to see Fu Zibai's quiet eyes in the rearview mirror.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

After a while, Fu Zibai closed his eyes and said this sentence again.

After thinking about it, Yu Hesheng replied softly:

"Actually, not all the time."

"He used to be very good to me. How should I put it, even if he has changed now, I can't say against my will that he has always been very bad to me."

When Yu Hesheng mentioned Xia, Shang and Zhou, his whole body was really calm, and Fu Zibai couldn't see a trace of resentment on him.

"Once upon a time? When was that?" Fu Zibai restarted the car, seemingly casually asking.

"I don't really remember, it was about a long time ago, maybe a long time ago."

Yu Hesheng turned his head out of the window, looked at the steadily receding building, and answered Fu Zibai's question very slowly.

……

Xia Shangzhou's car was driving very fast, and Wang Yuansou felt dizzy and nauseated, but he bit his lip abruptly and did not dare to suggest a word.

When the car stopped, Wang Yuansou opened the door and stood on the side of the road to vomit.

The sharp turn just now took such a split second, he thought he and Xia Shangzhou would crash and die in the next second.

When he had almost vomited and turned his head, Xia Shangzhou propped one hand on the car body and held an unlit cigarette in the other, as if he was thinking about something or not thinking about anything .

"Mr. Xia."

After rinsing the taste in his mouth with mineral water several times, Wang Yuansou walked to Xia Shangzhou's side and lit a cigarette for Xia Shangzhou.

The scarlet fire was burning on the fingertips, even under the streetlights, it was very conspicuous.

Raising his hand, Xia Shangzhou put it into his mouth indifferently and took a sip, then bent down and fed it all into Wang Yuansou's mouth.