My Dear People · Moon Evening

Memories are a prison that people cannot get out of in a lifetime.

Although we who are trapped by memories will embrace the pain, it is precisely because of this pain that we can obtain the proof of living.

-June 2016, 11

"Brother, my father booked a restaurant for us today, and asked us to take grandma to dinner, why did he hurry back?" The younger sister who just entered middle school looks innocent, but she can vaguely see her mother's beauty.

Fujii Hiroshi, who was driving the car, smiled: "Today is Mom's birthday, have you forgotten? Dad must want to celebrate her birthday at home alone. How can we let him be alone?"

"Yes, I was wrong, I don't remember." The younger sister suddenly realized, and then sighed and looked out the window: "Actually, I can't remember what my mother looks like anymore."

"Miss and Shizuko look exactly the same." The old nanny sitting in the back row smiled kindly.

Hiroshi Fujii misses his mother very much, but also cherishes the present life.

With these warm family members, even in New York, I have the same happiness of belonging as in Japan.

Until the fire that night turned everything into ashes.

When he opened his eyes, Hiroshi Fujii stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before he could see the narrow basement around him.

I dreamed about the past again.

He laughed at himself, and habitually reached out and knocked on the computer on the bedside table, and saw Leo's message to himself: "Lin Yilin is here, don't do unnecessary things."

Seeing these words, Fujii Hiroshi got out of bed, walked outside the door, and really heard the sound of footsteps coming and going above his head.

The old castle, which had been lifeless since Mayer's death, suddenly became lively due to the arrival of guests. The few remaining servants who had not been dismissed were in a hurry. They cleaned up the room and cooked Chinese dishes. It was rare to find something to kill time.

There is no way for someone like Leo to recruit people with such a big fanfare, to take action against Lin Yilin.

But at this moment, I am afraid that the day when he will fall into hell is not too far away.

Fujii Hiroshi looked down at the text message sent by Chen Lu in his mobile phone, and recalled the dream just now, and his mood became more delicate.

Lin Yilin's chronic stomach problem has been going on for a long time, so even though he pretended to be in pain, the doctor didn't notice anything, prescribed some medicine as usual, and told him to rest more.

"I don't know if you have the habit of eating or not. I don't have preserved eggs at home, so I replaced them with eggs." Regardless of his illness, Leo personally brought a bowl of steaming porridge.

Xiao Linzi, who had already bathed, also eased the pain of the cold, changed into clean pajamas and sat on the bed, gradually getting refreshed.

He stirred the strange porridge made of eggs and lean meat, and once again lamented the Americans' ability to make dark dishes, but he still endured the discomfort and took a bite, but luckily it tasted good.

"Thank you." Lin Yilin raised his head and said, "I've made you lose face today, Chen Lu is such a person, he always likes to do impulsive things."

"Before you knew him, I was already used to his temper." Leo sat down on the edge of the bed, and suddenly took a photo of Lin Yilin who was eating.

Lin Yilin froze for a moment.

Leo had a very happy expression, and touched the gunshot wound on his lower back: "You are full, you should rest well, if you really don't like my place, I will arrange another place for you when you feel better."

Lin Yilin looked up at the palace-style plateau ceiling and the complicated crystal chandeliers, feeling like entering a fairy tale world.

"This house is too old, so old that I feel that there are many souls wandering around." Leo sighed.

Lin Yilin's face changed slightly.

Leo laughed: "If you are afraid, I can sleep with you."

"Have you lived here since you were a child?" Lin Yilin asked, changing the subject.

"Well, since my mother and I were brought to Louki's house, we didn't leave grandpa until we became adults." Leo replied indifferently.

"Then among these souls, there must be your mother." Lin Yilin smiled.

Leo was silent for a while, then smiled: "Good night."

Lin Yilin nodded, watched him leave the room, and then picked up the phone on the bedside table.

This thing was within sight until it was time to take a shower, and it had not been tampered with.

Sure enough, after turning it on, Xiao Linzi unlocked the communication tool with Ning Ze through his fingerprint, and sent a message: "I am now at Leo's home, temporarily safe, and connected to the network here."

Ning Ze replied almost immediately: "I want to control your phone for a while, don't turn off the power."

"Okay." Lin Yilin agreed, then got up and took out the mobile power bank from his bag, plugged it in, and then lay down on the brand new pillow tiredly, staying awake in the exhaustion.

The screen of his mobile phone went black quickly, only the signal light was still blinking slowly.

"What do you want to do? Lin Yilin has no feelings for you at all. Do you expect Chen Lu to go crazy with jealousy?" Fujii Hiroshi asked Leo worriedly.

"Didn't you say you don't care about my affairs anymore?" Leo replied, "What you can do now is to stay here honestly and wait until the day when you are free."

"I will never feel free again." Hiroshi Fujii sat back on the bed: "I didn't want to control you, and please leave me alone."

Leo hesitated to speak.

Fujii Hiroshi suddenly frowned, raised his hand and knocked on the computer next to him a few times, and said, "There is a virus intrusion, and the firewall has come out."

Reluctantly, he studied acting and did not have much technical knowledge. Before, whether it was monitoring or contacting, it was a tool that Leo asked hackers to help him make.

"Turn off the phone first, don't use this thing to contact me." Fujii Hiroba simply let the notebook go silent: "Don't tell me that this matter has nothing to do with Lin Yilin, don't be too funny."

Leo frowned, turned and left the basement.

When the door of the bedroom was pushed open, Lin Yilin did not rest, but was still lying on the pillow playing with his cell phone.

But he wasn't surprised to see Leo holding the milk, but turned his phone screen towards him and asked, "What's going on?"

Leo saw that it was a photo he had just posted on Twitter, and it had already been replied by thousands of netizens.

In the photo, Xiao Linzi is sitting on the bed drinking porridge, with a sentence: "It seems that I also have a talent for cooking."

Lin Yilin said again: "Don't make the situation more complicated, okay?"

"Daniel is the only one who is qualified to tweet? Let me respond to him, there's nothing wrong." Leo brought the milk to the bedside: "Stop playing, you should rest."

"Thank you, but the doctor told me not to drink this when my stomach hurts." Lin Yilin pushed the cup.

The sleeping pills at the bottom of the cup had already melted away, leaving no trace at all.

Leo smiled coldly: "Then I'll change the juice for you."

"No need, I'm afraid of edema." Lin Yilin turned off the phone and winked at him: "Good night."

"Good night." Leo lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then turned and left.

As a result, Fujii Hiroshi suddenly sent a message outside the door: "They checked it for me. It was a virus package that was hung up when I downloaded the video."

"Don't use this computer to access the Internet, how many times have I told you? Are you impatient?" Leo replied angrily, "I'll replace it with a new one for you tomorrow."