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Fujiko had a long dream, dreaming every bit of his short life, absurd, shameless and gloomy.

Looking at those scenes flashing in slow motion as if deliberately torturing people, Fujiko was a little sad and even more confused.

How the hell did I live to be 28?

Living such a life, why not end it early and die?

As soon as this idea came up, Fujiko's dream appeared in a noisy bar.

Then, like many scenes that have appeared before, he is beautiful in his arms, hugging left and right, pig friends and dog friends are sitting around, making nasty jokes... a bunch of dudes and scum, laughing complacently and wildly.

At this moment, he saw a slender and slender figure coming out from the dim light, from the dark to the light, he was a beautiful young man wearing a wrinkle-free white shirt, which made people's eyes involuntarily drawn to him.

The young man held the tray in one hand, and with a shallow and distant smile on his indistinguishably beautiful face, he nodded and smiled at every passing guest.

Those eyes, just those eyes, made Fujiko's heart flutter a little bit, wherever those pure, clean eyes with a little gloomy look floated, his heart would flutter there.

They were a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, without any temptation in the eyes, but...Fujiko was eagerly longing for that rare pure and bright...Looking at him, only at him.

At the same time, Fujiko was also deeply jealous of the boy with such clear eyes.

The distorted psychology caused him to really stretch out his hand, grabbing the boy who smiled at him and was about to walk away...

With a quick brainstorm, Fujiko suddenly remembered this familiar scene.

He remembered, isn't this the first time he saw Yan Che?

Yan Che? !

Thinking of the thrilling crisis that he seemed to be going through with Yan Che in the cave earlier...

Fujiko finally remembered thoroughly - he actually kept silent about the dream, putting Yan Che alone in danger and ignoring him.

As a result, Fujiko was struggling to wake up.

As a result, the entire space began to distort and collapse.

He opened his closed eyes almost instantly, jumped up, and began to look for Yan Che.

You can't leave Yan Che alone, absolutely not.Fujiko roared anxiously in his heart: Yan Che, where are you, don't worry!

however.

Fujiko opened her eyes completely, and after seeing the things in front of her clearly, she fell back to the ground.

—Fuck, where is this place?hell?I am dead? !

This is a strange and weird world of vaguely dark and crimson blood.

Yes.

Everything here is very similar to the so-called purgatory he has seen in movies and novels.

There is no sky around, let alone the horizon.

There are shadows, filled with a thick and blurred darkness, infinite and boundless.

Under the darkness, surrounding Fujiko was a dazzling red.

It's more like blood than magma.

There were glaring red bubbles bubbling, like a pot of boiling water... The red bubbles came out from inside, bursting quickly with a bang, and then there was another gurgling, another rushing. Come out and go up... such a cycle, but there is an endless attachment, rolling, struggling, emerging from this strange crimson depth, breaking, rising again, emerging, breaking... …

The position where Fujiko is at the moment is a small island surrounded by this piece of crimson, a small island that is isolated and helpless, as if it will be swallowed by the bubbling crimson at any time.

In the center of this small island grows a dark red plant with a sinister and dangerous atmosphere like a man-eating vine in a science fiction novel.

However, it is not the ugly and weird vine in Fujiko's mind, it is more like a mutated vegetation of the bluegrass family.

Why does Fujiko think so?

In fact, there are also some reasons.

In the early years, when Fujiko was still the notorious young girl, she was dragged to visit several international orchid exhibitions.

Yawning and walking around the flowers and plants, and finally sat down in the auction house and fell asleep, Fujiko saw the "friend" sign that brought him up again and again, and finally spent several million, just for Take a picture of a pot of thin grass with only one flower.

After handing over the check and paying the bill, Fujiko immediately made fun of the person who was hugging the pot of grass with an intoxicated expression on his face, muttering uncontrollably excited, saying, "I spent so much money to buy a grass when I was full." ".

For this reason, the man was very angry, saying that Fujiko had desecrated this kind of proud and holy flower.

Immediately afterwards, Fujiko gave a lesson on popular science about bluegrass to the person he made fun of.

It was also after the spittle-flying class that Fujiko, who had experienced the baptism of saliva, realized that the millions of pots of grass were not grass, but a kind of grass called orchid...

therefore.

At this moment, Fujiko saw that this strange plant was astonishingly big, like a giant black sword that drank blood for thousands of years, braving boundless evil spirits, and that towering stem that looked like Optimus Prime... At the first time, it was clearly classified as a mutated bluegrass vegetation.

Although he was very shocked by the weird vegetation, Fujiko still couldn't help but look up along the pillar-like stems.

He wanted to see if such a huge and weird vegetation could really grow up to the "sky", just like the legendary climbing vine ladder.

However, Fujiko was not calm until he actually saw the top of the "pillar".

Horrified, the pupils shrank suddenly, and Fujiko galloped away from the bottom of his heart: What the hell is that?Is it a flower?No, no, then, isn't that a beating, living heart?

Fujiko was so horrified that she couldn't move her whole body, and almost stopped breathing, her mind was churning repeatedly: What is this place, why...why is it so terrifying and bloody?Could it be that this is the inside of the body of that horrible thing in that cave?Stomach?esophagus? ...Ah no no no, if it was eaten by a wild beast, how could it be possible that there would be no feeling, and how could it be possible that there would be no scars on the whole body?

rustling—

Timidity makes Fujiko subconsciously retreat in the face of danger.

Indeed, he did.

Putting his hands on the ground, he moved backward awkwardly with his hips.

I'm not timid, I'm not cowardly, I'm just... The fear of the unknown is staged one after another, and no one can bear it.Fujiko thought so comfortingly, comforting herself.

"Well……"

It seemed that he had bumped into something, and a weak moan of pain entered Fujikoto's ears.

very familiar.

Fujiko felt like her heart would jump out at this moment: it was Yan Che, it was Yan Che, it was Yan Che's voice.

Turning around suddenly, after seeing the situation behind him clearly, Fujiko suddenly had the urge to burst into tears.

The person lying on the ground, sleeping peacefully like a well-behaved child, who else could it be but Yan Che?

Fujiko rushed forward rudely and eagerly, but lightly and carefully lifted Yan Che from the ground, as if holding a precious rare antique porcelain, tightly hugging Yan Che in his arms, each other's chests Close to each other, using this most intimate posture to feel each other's heartbeat, to feel the proof of each other's life.

"It's okay, that's great, hehe."

The arm was tight and tight, and Fujiko felt that this was his retribution, as his retribution for those absurd actions in the past.At the same time, it was also God's pity for him, the pity that he had been in a trance all his life, indulged in sensuality but his heart was barren... Suddenly, Fujiko, whose eyes were a little sour, gently, while Yan Che hadn't woken up, in his heart On the forehead, there was a worship-like kiss driven by the tenderness he had never had in this life.

"Haha, God treats me well. Haha."

very quickly.

Yan Che also woke up quietly in Fujiko's arms.

Fujiko kept staring at Yan Che like this, so he took into account all the expressions of Yan Che after he woke up: first, the long curled eyelashes flickered, like butterfly wings fluttering, and then, under the butterfly wings, like stars in the night The ordinary eyes met his, and he clearly saw that in Yan Che's eyes, there were two selves, only himself.

"Awake?" Fujiko smiled contentedly, with a kind of satisfaction of "even if I am going to die in the next moment, as long as I am with you, I will die without regret".

It's just that Fujiko never expected that what Yan Che did next would so blow him away.

Fujiko even "thought" Yan Che saw him, saw him standing opposite Yan Che.

However, soon, Fujiko felt that everything had become weird and made him a little dazed—Yan Che actually held him in his arms, patted his face, and whispered: "Fujiko, Wake up, wake up, Fujiko."

Fujiko was a little confused: Could it be that all this is still in a dream?I didn't wake up?

Ending his absurd idea in a funny way, Fujiko smiled at Yan Che and said, "What are you doing? It's not fun at all." However, Fujiko had just finished speaking halfway, when the "voice" behind It was getting smaller and smaller, because he found that...he didn't make a sound at all, and even...he could actually watch "self" lying in Yan Che's arms like watching a TV movie, with his eyes tightly closed, breathing weakly.

Looking around in fear, Fujiko realized that he was actually floating in the air.

It was dark above, and below... on an island, Yan Che was hugging "myself" and calling my own name.

——What the hell is going on here?I am dead?I am a soul? !

The silent roar had just ended.

Fujiko bowed her head, her face full of horror... Yan Che was at the edge of the island, reaching out his hand in the crimson liquid, holding a handful, and coming to "myself", carefully feeding the crimson liquid in his hand to it bit by bit. "My" mouth.

Fujiko, who was stunned by Yan Che's behavior, suddenly shouted: "Yan Che, what are you doing?"

……

"Ouch, Xiao Teng, you've woken up."

When Fujiko opened his eyes, what he saw was not a hellish world, but an environment he was too familiar with—the room where he lived in the bamboo building under Wuxu Mountain for more than half a year.

Standing at the door was Zhang Chaoying who was startled by Fujikodo's howl just as he opened the door, and was holding a bowl of minced meat and vegetable porridge to feed Fujikodu.

"Ah." Fujiko couldn't turn his head around for a while, and replied dumbly.

Zhang Chaoying took a deep breath, and the smile on his face widened. Finally, before Fujiko could recover, he turned around and shouted outside: "Oh, Xiaoteng, wake up."

Then, the sound of closing the door with a "bang" brought back the soul of Fujiko who had run away, and Zhang Chaoying had already run out to call for someone.

Looking at the familiar environment, Fujiko touched the familiar bed and sheets and quilts, and murmured: "Ah, I have been dreaming, it's still a dream within a dream."

Not long after, there was a sound of tapping footsteps, getting closer.

Until the wooden door was pushed open, Fujiko looked up and saw a group of people with relieved smiles, standing at the door and opening themselves.

"I'm awake." Yan Che took the bowl of porridge with minced meat and vegetables that Zhang Chaoying had brought earlier, and walked to Fujikodu's bedside. There was still a trace of a smile on his face that he hadn't had time to hide.

"Ah." Looking at Yan Che who was approaching, Fujiko opened her mouth, and a smirk appeared on the corner of her mouth: I don't care if it's a dream or something, Yan Che smiled at me, I don't care if the sky is falling.

However, when Yan Che sat on the edge of Tengzidu's bed, Tengzidu's face turned blue, and he grabbed Yan Che's hand, pulling Yan Che staggeringly, and almost pinning the porridge in his hand directly on Tengzidu's body.

Fujikodu's actions wiped out the trace of happiness in Yan Che's heart, and he raised his head and gave Fujikodu a vicious look: "What are you doing!!"

Finally realizing her "mistake", Fujiko glanced at the people at the door who had weird expressions for a moment, then glanced at the furious Yan Che, and muttered like an aggrieved child: "I, I just want to see, see See if you are injured anywhere... I, I didn't think of what to do... Why are you so fierce."

Yan Che choked up, and the vicious words stuck in his throat, but he didn't spit it out.

With a shallow sigh, Yan Che rolled his eyes, and sat down in front of Fujikodu's bed, and handed the bowl to Fujikodu: "Eat."

Seeing the weird interaction between the two, the person at the door couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and shook his head in unison.

"Fourth brother, let's go, let's continue playing that game of chess." Yan Guosheng pulled Yan Guoqiang.

Yan Guoqiang glanced at the two people in the room again, and after confirming that they would not "fight", he nodded slightly, and said to Zhang Chaoying and Ba at the door: "Let's go, don't block the door."

"Grandpa, give me a hug." Shen Chun glanced at Yan Che, and found that Yan Che had no intention of turning back, then pouted, stretched out his hand to Yan Guoqiang, and began to act like a baby.

"Okay!" Yan Guoqiang smiled, bent down and picked up the little girl: "Grandpa will take you to see the flowers in the pond."

"Well, Grandpa, Chun'er wants white flowers, you pick them for Chun'er." Shen Chun began to bargain.

"Okay, grandpa will pick a big white lotus for you. In the future, when we grow up, Chun'er will be as beautiful as flowers." Holding Shen Chun in his arms, Yan Guoqiang walked in front, Yan Guosheng followed behind, and Zhang Chaoying also held on. Shen Qiu, who was looking around, also followed.

"No, no, I want to be as good-looking as my third uncle." Shen Chun refused, and said in surprise.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Yan Che's face twitched, and Fujiko grabbed his hand.

Ever since he came back from Pingliang Mountain, Fujiko felt very uncomfortable.

One is that Yan Che is always "busy", and "busy" is so obvious that he has no chance to ask what happened.

They made indirect remarks on the young and old around them, they couldn't tell the truth, they just knew that he and Yan Che seemed to have been drenched in the rain all night and were carried home by the two sons of a carpenter in Linjiagou.

Yan Che was better than him this time, he woke up the next afternoon, he was not sick or in pain, so he started to stay by Tengzidu's side to take care of him.

On the contrary, this time he slept for only two days, and Fujiko was given the pretext of "not as good as Yan Che" again, and no one believed him no matter how much he tried to explain.

Ever since, now he has become a "prodigal son" of Yanjiawan. Those who entered the yard... the noise made everyone in Yanjiawan look at him with blindfolded eyes.

However, these are not the main thing. The main thing is that Fujiko is really confused by that dream, because that dream...is too real, and the realness makes Fujiko feel uneasy and restless.

Secondly, people in Yanjiawan began to talk about him and Yan Che.

No, after lunch, Fujiko was driven out of the yard by Zhang Chaoying again, and came under the big banyan tree at the head of Yanjiawan Bay.

Slowly, before getting close to the shade of the huge canopy of the banyan tree, Fujiko saw a group of aunts sitting under the banyan tree, teasing the children, and doing the work, inevitably chatting and gossiping for a while... Well, half There is no shadow of the man, here is half the sky.

Seeing that they are all mothers-in-law and aunts, Fujiko doesn't even have the cheek to go over. After all, today is different from the past, he has a "master", doesn't he?

Just when he was about to turn around, a voice came to Fujikodu's ears along the wind, which made him stop and eavesdrop unkindly.

The one who spoke was the member of Yan Xu's family, Zhou Jinlan.

Zhou Jinlan sat in the center with the well-behaved Yan Jiayu in her arms, looked around, hugged Yan Jiayu in her arms, and waved to a group of women around her: "Hey, do you know what happened a few days ago?"

One of the aunts, who was about 25, stopped the sweater needle in her hand: "What's the matter?" Fujiko was not very familiar with this auntie, probably not from Yanjiawan and Wu Zidang, maybe some family came to visit relatives.

Seeing someone pick up on Zhou Jinlan's words, the other mothers-in-law also stopped their work and pricked up their ears.

"A few days ago, the third son of the fourth uncle's family was carried back, did you hear?" Zhou Jinlan took Yan Jiayu's little hand, which was holding her braid in her arms, and pressed it to her chest. Uh" protested like a kitten, but was ignored by Zhou Jinlan's spirit of gossip at the moment.

Hearing Zhou Jinlan's words, Fujiko's ears perked up, and he tiptoedly moved forward two steps.

"Why, I heard that it seems that Boss Lin carried it back." An aunt who was fanning the cattail fan answered, and was still shaking the cattail fan in a rustling manner, not paying much attention: "Well, there is also the one from the fourth uncle's family. The long-term worker also carried it back."

Zhou Jinlan cast a sideways glance at the aunt, and was a little displeased with her attitude, but seeing a few aunts and aunts around who had obviously listened, Zhou Jinlan naturally suppressed the slight displeasure: "Tsk tsk, I listen to Mrs. Lin The man said, her eldest brother and younger uncle were chopping wood and passed by the foot of Pingliang Mountain, and saw fourth uncle’s third son lying on the ground with Nana, who hugged her.”

"There's no fuss about it. Auntie Lin also said that both of them had a fever and passed out. I guess they met something terrible on the mountain." An auntie with a shoe sole also gave Zhou Jinlan a sideways look, and put the needle in her hair. A grate, a little unhappy: "Yan Xu's family, the third son of the fourth uncle's family is your brother-in-law, do you want to arrange your own family like this? Don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face, the third son will do it for our Yan family when he comes back There are a lot of things, do you have to arrange the mistress in front of outsiders?" The auntie cast a sharp glance at the auntie knitting the sweater, and she has already lowered her face towards Zhou Jinlan.

When the mother-in-law knitting sweater heard this, she immediately became unhappy. She stopped working and stood up with a very ugly expression on her face: "Wuda's family, what do you mean? Why am I an outsider? My sister is your strictest sister." The people of Jiawan, she faces you Yanjiawan, when this is home, my sister raised her hand to agree, why am I an outsider?"

Hearing what the aunt said, Fujiko took a closer look, only to realize that Tang Caiying really looked alike between the aunt's eyebrows... It turned out to be Tang Caiying's girl.

Seeing the momentum of people standing up, the mother-in-law and aunt who held the soles felt uncomfortable. She threw her needlework into the small bamboo basket beside her and stood up too: "What's the matter? You are all right, come to Yan's Bay Crossing What's the matter? Earlier, your bastard man, ah bah, is just a bastard, and he came to our fourth uncle's house to pick tree seedlings on the mountain, what are you talking about? What face do you have to come to our Yanjiawan? Huh?"

Zhou Jinlan was also a little angry at the moment, and put Yan Jiayu in her arms into the arms of a middle-aged aunt next to her, and stood up, her face changed three times, and she smiled: "Oh, second sister-in-law, you Don't be angry, Cailan doesn't mean that much, Cailan really doesn't mean that." While speaking, Zhou Jinlan turned her head and grabbed the humming mother-in-law and winked, and the mother-in-law sat down peacefully , continue knitting.

Zhou Jinlan hurriedly helped the second sister-in-law to sit down as well, and said, "Second sister-in-law, look at the commotion. I'm also worried about the third son of the fourth uncle's family. Look, the third son is not young anymore, always like this I can't do it alone, as my sister-in-law, I'm also anxious that he doesn't have a family, right?"

The second sister-in-law cast a disdainful glance at Zhou Jinlan, snorted, shook off Zhou Jinlan's hand, and patted the place where Zhou Jinlan pulled her, obviously to pat off the "dirty things".

As a result, Zhou Jinlan's complexion was completely ugly.

Fujiko felt a little guilty and anxious, afraid that these women would really go to find "mother-in-law" for Yan Che, so what should he do?

At this time, Fujiko was patted on the shoulder: "Hey, Xiaoteng, why are you catting here?"