Sara

Back from surfing, it's almost time for everyone to go back.

Yofasa exhausted his energy after playing for a whole day, and he seemed to have no energy, so Linshu took him by bike on the way back.

They went to the car rental shop to return the car, and walked back slowly for the rest of the way.

"I have to wait for a while when I go back, I will cook later." Lin Shu said.

Yofasha looked at him sideways, and suddenly reached out to grab the hem of his clothes. Linshu was defenseless against Yofasha, and he just picked up his clothes.

Then his eyes fell on the hideous stitching line in Linshu's lower abdomen, where the skin had turned white from seeing the water.

Lin Shu was stunned for a moment, then stepped aside in embarrassment, and put down his clothes.

It was a gunshot wound, which was different from ordinary wounds. Anyone with a little knowledge could see that it was wrong. He might be regarded as a dangerous person by Yofasha. After all, Yofasha's nature is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

"I can explain..." Linshu said dryly, looking through his past experiences in his mind, trying to find a suitable explanation. He couldn't just tell him that he was a terrorist who stole the corner of the empire.

Jehofasa frowned slightly: "Don't you feel any pain?"

"Ah?" Linshu didn't understand. After a while, he suddenly realized that Yofasa seemed, maybe...probably cared about him.

He lowered his eyelids, raised the corners of his lips, and touched the wound on his body: "It just looks scary, but it has almost healed up, just go back and disinfect it."

"That's salt water." Yofasa's brows did not lower.

"The concentration is not high..." Linshu shook his head, "It doesn't hurt too much."

What's more, he wants to spend more time with Yofasha.

In order to prevent them from discussing this topic, Linshu sighed and held up Yofasa's hand: "Compared to this, you should worry about yourself first, you will probably be sore all over tomorrow."

Yofasa's thumb side wrist and back of his hand are covered with bruises and blood spots. This is not good in volleyball. It is very easy to hurt hands, especially for beginners.

"How could exercise have no negative effects at all." Yofasa withdrew his hand to press the bruise, his expression changed slightly, and he silently hid his hand in his pocket.

"That's the way it is, if you don't deal with it, it will hurt even more tomorrow." Linshu gestured, "Maybe you can't even pick up the fork."

This sentence choked Yofasha's life, he stared at Linshu without saying a word.

"I'll give you a press when I go back, I have the right medicine there." Linshu smiled.

Yofasa hesitated briefly, then nodded in agreement.

Considering that the barbecue he ate today was too greasy, Linshu switched back to the light meal at the Empire side in the evening, and made adjustments according to Yofasa's preferences, lest he throw a fork and order takeaway.

After the meal, Linshu found out the medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

"Sit on my bed, my place is too small, I don't even have a sofa."

Yofasha sat down on the bed where he slept yesterday, stretched out his arms, applied medicine and massaged Linshu.

Linshu kneaded and pressed relatively hard, which made him frown from time to time, but Linshu explained that it would have no effect if he didn't use more force, so he could only obediently purse his lips and bear it.

"You always have this expression, and I won't be able to do it." Linshu finished pressing Yofasa's hands, and motioned him to lie down, "Press your arms and legs too, don't move around."

Yofasa fell down with a grimace, and buried his face in his arms.

This strange brain circuit is really no different from before.While muttering, Linshu massaged Yofasa, trying to divert his attention: "It's a good thing you didn't get hurt. If you sprained your ankle, don't you cry?"

Yofasa argued in his heart that he would not cry. The experiment he did last time was more painful than any bone setting. He didn't shed a single tear.

It is clear that Linshu is the crybaby himself, and he slanders others for crying easily.

However, after getting used to the pain of the massage, it was so unacceptable. Yofasa also felt sleepy due to exhaustion, and his sensory feedback ability declined. He covered his mouth and yawned lowly, lowering his eyes and distracted.

"Are you sleepy?" Linshu gradually relaxed his strength, carefully observing Yofasa's reaction, it seems that Yofasa's sleepiness after eating has not been completely cured, "If you are very tired, you can just rest at my side... ..."

Yofasa was still remembering how many eyes the scallop had, vaguely heard Linshu's words, and shook his head with vigor: "No."

Linshu felt a little regretful, but he could also understand why Yofasa refused—it was just two steps away, why would he sleep in someone else's house?

"Pupil pupils, take them off for me." Yofasa tried to turn over and opened his eyes even harder.

It's a pity that his eye shape is not cute and big, and it's impossible to be so silky when taking off and wearing pupil lenses.

Linshu looked at Yofasa's blue pupils, took a light breath, and then leaned over to help Yofasa remove his pupils.

The pupils were detached from the eye sockets, and the blue eyes common to the imperial people disappeared, replaced by the scarlet pupils he was very familiar with.

This color is not as soft as blue, and it is very aggressive. Paired with Yofasa's fierce face, as long as Yofasa does not speak or move, it will inevitably make people feel dangerous, difficult to get along with, and not easy to provoke.

But Linshu felt that these eyes were extremely clear and kind, and the appearance of Yofasa in his memory finally coincided with the person in front of him at this moment.

Yofasa blinked and sat up from Linshu's bed: "Just throw it away, I'll go back first."

He put on his shoes and took a step outside, his clothes were suddenly grabbed by Linshu, he looked back at Linshu, his lowered eyes showed no emotion.

Lin Shu belatedly let go of his hand, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry."

For a moment, he still thought that Yofasha was the Sarah who had to be by his side all the time, and as long as he missed anyone, he would be irreparably hurt.

Yofasa was turning his head back, but Linshu got up and stood beside him before he could take a step.

Slow-moving, half-hearted behavior is very annoying.Yofasha thought.

"I..." Linshu couldn't meet Yofasa's eyes, he stared at the pattern on the floor, and whispered, "I want to know more about you."

"Your surname, your family, your job, your place of residence...and your ideals, your hobbies, and your vision for the future."

"No, to be precise, I want to know everything about you, every detail."

After listening quietly, Jehofasa commented: "This is not a 'point'. "

Linshu raised his eyes, met Shang Yuefasa's calm eyes, and said with a wry smile: "Then let me correct it, I want to know a lot, a lot, a lot about you."

He thought about sneaking into Yofasa's room to search for clues while he was sleeping or going out, and flipping through Yofasa's personal device when he left him for safekeeping, but he dismissed all these thoughts by himself.

One is that he thinks Yofasa is not so stupid, if he dares to travel alone, he will probably be on guard;

The second is that he does not want to infringe Yofasha’s privacy. Yofasha is a very sensitive person. His lack of expression on the surface does not mean that his mood has not changed.

And since Yofasa has not been in contact with anyone who may have clues, the only way to understand his situation is to ask himself.

This is a risky move, he can only bet that Yofasha has a high enough affection for him and is willing to tell the truth.

Gambling is risky though.

He lowered his head, waiting for Jehofasa's answer, anxious and restless, regretting that he was too aggressive, and then told himself to seize the opportunity.

At least for now it seems Yofasa is willing to let him approach.

"Mr. Linn..." Yofasa said, "Shouldn't you tell the other party your own information before asking for information?"

There was no ups and downs in his tone, nor did his expression change.

Linshu's eyes widened.

Yofasa should have known that he was not an ordinary passerby who came to travel, but he didn't say anything.

"The name I told you is not fake." Linshu went to hold Yofasa's hand again, but Yofasa didn't refuse him, and let Linshu hold his hand, spread out his fingers, and stroke in the palm of his hand Writing in Eastern characters, "My surname is "Lin", which is actually quite rare in the East, and "Shu" is my name. "

"Surnames generally have no meaning, they are just passed down from the ancestors. You probably know the meaning of "special", that is special, maybe my parents want me to be different. "

"Although I am ordinary in all aspects and have no talents."

Linshu laughed at himself, and let go of Yofasa's hand.

Afterwards, he looked at Yofasha quite seriously, raised his voice slightly, and said, "But I hope that in your eyes, I am special and different from other people."

He wanted to exchange the emperor's sincerity with cheap kindness.

This is fearless and not greedy.

Anyone who is willing to do such a business will definitely lose everything.

There are many shrewd businessmen in the world, and shrewd businessmen will not do business with him.

Yofasa's palm still had the touch of Linshu's writing. He sketched the name in his heart, and then, like Linshu, he took that rough and callused hand and sketched a word.

Not the swashbuckling characters he was used to writing, but an ancient language with the same origin as Leviathan.

Linshu didn't understand this word.

He heard Jehofasa say, "Memories."

He realized for a moment that if he didn't know about Yofasha and had never had contact with the emperor, he definitely wouldn't understand what the word Yofasha wrote on his palm.

That is how "Sacharias" was written in the original ancient language.

In the ancient language with religious meaning, "Zacharya" except the usage of the name, the original meaning is "memory".