Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui found a very expensive restaurant nearby.

It’s not that she is rich, but she likes it because there are fewer people here and it’s easier to talk to.

However, even though she had used up almost all of her strength, the situation was still somewhat awkward, because being calm was simply a topic terminator.

She said ten sentences, and Calm would only give one response at most.

Even if she was talking about the old times or her mother's affairs, Leng Jing only showed a slight smile on his face and a little warmth in his eyes.

Leng Jing has been self-isolating for too long, as if she has a thick shell on her back, like her invisible armor that even swords and knives cannot penetrate, let alone words and emotions that try to bring people closer together?

"I don't think this is okay."

Fu Minghui said he wanted to go to the bathroom and winked at Luo Zhao, asking him to find an excuse to follow him.

The two of them stood outside the men's and women's restrooms and talked quietly.

"If there weren't these urgent situations, it would be completely possible to slowly melt Sister Leng's heart. We should take our time, right? But she is in poor health now, and..." She hesitated, "There are many things happening at the bureau, and the enemy may take action at any time..."

"We can use drastic measures." It was originally a serious matter, but seeing her frowning brows, Luo Zhao was actually in a good mood.

"How fierce is it?" Fu Minghui was worried again, "It was my fault that I took the opportunity to have a chance encounter in order to talk to her naturally and not arouse her suspicion. If I had known earlier, I would have just gone straight up."

It's just a waste, okay?

"It's not that she used Wu Gong." Luo Zhao said, "In fact, she no longer feels as nervous as she did in the beginning, and can accept you staying around for so long. She's just not used to being close to people, and she has something on her mind. But after listening to you for a long time, I have carefully observed her reaction, and she really doesn't know that she can leave her body. When her soul leaves her body, it's nothing, and she will completely forget it when her soul returns to her body. Maybe she has no impression of herself turning into a shadow creature and walking around everywhere."

"But she found my basement garage and tried her best to save me." Fu Minghui rubbed his hair on his forehead in annoyance. "Could it be that it was also subconscious, and she herself couldn't figure it out?"

Having been with Lu Dachui for such a long time, she knew that although she didn't know much else, she understood that the human brain was extremely complex and that modern science was unable to fully interpret it.

Luo Zhao nodded. "I think your analysis is correct, and what you have been talking about for so long is not without effect. Although she is still resistant to the outside world, she is at least in a relatively relaxed state. I think you can try to get straight to the point."

Fu Minghui hesitated for a moment, and only one sentence kept popping up in his mind: What if the talks fail? What if the bureau's business is ruined?

Luo Zhao knew from her expression that she had fallen into a state of insecurity again. He raised his hand and gently covered her head, "Don't doubt yourself, don't be afraid before the battle, and don't imagine the results. Take it step by step. I believe you will succeed because you really want to help others and help them calm down."

Fu Minghui didn't move, but just raised his head slightly and looked into Luo Zhao's deep eyes from a close distance.

Suddenly, her whole heart calmed down, as if she was standing quietly in front of a vast river under the morning light, drawing courage from the river continuously.

Luo Zhao did not move, and kept the posture of patting the head until a young customer came out of the men's restroom. Because their positions blocked the corridor, they had to make way, and naturally separated.

It was somewhat awkward, because as they looked at each other, there seemed to be a strange emotion that was growing slowly but actually very quickly.

But when that person threw them a background, he still complained, "If you like her so much that you can't help it, just go get a room. What's the point of standing here blocking the way?"

So the small embarrassment turned into a big embarrassment. Fortunately, Luo Zhao was emotionally stable and thick-skinned in a sense. He coughed lightly and said, "You go back first, I'll follow."

We can't act together, or else it would feel strange to be calm.

Fu Minghui left in a hurry, and when he returned to his seat, he still felt a little awkward.

But she quickly controlled her expression. Seeing that Leng Jing was touching the bag beside her with one hand, and her body language indicated that she was leaving, she quickly started a new topic, not giving Leng Jing a chance to say that he was leaving.

"Sister Leng eats so little?" When she said this, Luo Zhao also came back and naturally sat next to her.

"And I noticed that you don't look well. Have you been too busy lately and are not feeling well?" she continued to ask.

This is fierce enough, right?

She thought anxiously, but she saw Leng Jing lower his head slightly, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly raised his eyes, "My health is indeed not good. I have an incurable disease."

Fu Minghui was completely shocked and stood there with his mouth slightly open, not knowing what to do.

I thought about any calm reaction, but I didn't expect her to suddenly admit it.

Moreover, his calm expression showed as if he had suddenly figured something out. His eyes were shining, and his face and lips were paler, revealing his determination.

What happened to Leng Jing during the short time that she and Luo Zhao "went to the bathroom"?

"Excuse me, what disease is this?" Luo Zhao said gently, "Medical science is so advanced nowadays, it may not be impossible to treat it."

His voice was naturally soothing, probably because of his inherent calmness and determination. Even before he became the number one killer on the border, he was still gentle and elegant, with a sense of authority that made people believe in him.

But Leng Jing smiled bitterly, "It's a genetic disease in our family, probably based on the NDA defect on my grandfather's side. My father and sister both died of this disease, and my brother died in an accident, so we haven't been able to verify whether he escaped the genetic punishment."

"Did the doctor give any treatment plan? Did he tell us about the progression of the disease?" Luo Zhao asked again, his expression still calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary and common thing, as if the disease was nothing serious.

He calmed down and said, "It didn't say when I would die, it just said I could die at any time. It's like a head hanging over my head, no one knows when it will fall. Once it falls, it can't be stopped. As for the treatment plan, although there is one, I think it's meaningless, right?"

She smiled again and said, "In terms of age, my father was thirty-nine when he passed away, and my sister was only nineteen. As for me... I am already forty-two, which means I have exceeded the upper limit of the Leng family's lifespan."

"Who said this is the limit?" Fu Minghui finally found reason and his own voice in the chaos of tinnitus in his brain. "Even if the current medical technology is still powerless, at least we can actively treat and maintain it, right? As long as we are optimistic and keep working hard to live, there will be a breakthrough in a few years, right?"

Ahhh, this summer is so difficult. It’s the end of the dog days and the beginning of autumn, but it’s still wet and hot in the north.

It is said that vegetable prices are the highest in the same period in the past 30 years.

The cat food I put out for stray cats, even the bowl, was washed away by the heavy rain...