No. 7 Fish House

(Xing Ting 01)

The fiery red lanterns hung on the trees, the brilliant fireworks rushed into the night sky, and the laughter of the people around reached his ears. All the excitement seemed to mock him, a lonely passerby.He was wearing a thick overcoat and a scarf, and he wanted to bury his head completely in the scarf.

I don't know how long I walked, but I just walked aimlessly. The whole tea city is like a boundless sea and he is just a drop of water in the sea.

"Xing Ting."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him. The man was very excited, Xiao Pao stepped forward and patted Xing Ting on the shoulder, "Did you have New Year's Eve dinner today?"

Xing Ting answered vaguely, "I have eaten."

There was an untimely 'grunt' from the stomach.

"I knew you didn't eat." The man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes grinned, "Come with me, your sister-in-law has cooked a lot of dishes, we can have a few drinks tonight."

Xing Ting looked at him blankly. The person in front of him was Yang Mingzhen, who was once the captain of the Chacheng Police Department.Xing Ting's occupation is very dishonorable, he is a thief, he is very afraid of the police, but this policeman is his friend.

They have experienced many unimaginable cases together.

Of course, the two of them were not the only ones who experienced these cases. They also had a friend, but that friend died on Tribulus Island, and his whole body exploded into flowers, leaving no bones left.

But Xing Ting felt that the man was still alive, and he told Yang Mingzhen more than once that he felt that He Fu was still alive.

Yang Mingzhen didn't believe it, he comforted Xing Ting: Xing Ting, I know you are sad when He Fu died, and I am also sad.His sacrifice is to make us live better, we can only be worthy of you if we live better, look at your current appearance, are you worthy of him?

Xing Ting was silent. After He Fu died, Yang Mingzhen was his only friend, if the only friend didn't believe him.Who else can believe in themselves?

Three years have passed, and he still refuses to give up looking for He Fu. During these three years, he has been going back and forth from No. [-] Fish House to Tribulus Island, hoping that one day he can still see that smiling doll on Tribulus Island Face big boy.He has fair skin, handsome appearance, gentle speech, never gets angry, and never cries.

Yang Mingzhen looked at Xing Ting's expressionless face, coughed, and asked softly, "You won't...are you still looking for him?"

Xing Ting didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the fireworks blooming in the sky.

"It's been three years. If he was going to appear, he would have appeared a long time ago..." Yang Mingzhen frowned slightly. Although he was also very saddened by He Fu's death, seeing Xing Ting in such a state, he had to let this person Take heart, "Why are you so obsessed with him not dying?"

Listening to Yang Mingzhen patted his shoulder and said: "How about this, come to my house for dinner tomorrow, let's get drunk, maybe you will figure it out when you wake up?"

Xing Ting looked at the snowflakes falling on his body, the tiny white ones were very pure, but the snowflakes melted away when they touched the body temperature of his body.

He said softly: "I didn't look for him again, just..." I was waiting for him, waiting for him to show up.

He didn't say the last sentence, and hurriedly said goodbye to Yang Mingzhen. Before Yang Mingzhen could stop him, Xing Ting had already run a long way.

Yang Mingzhen stood where he was, watching the snowflakes fall one after another, and Xing Ting's lonely back gradually drifted away.Once, he watched a person leave like this.

This world obliterated him too cleanly, as if he didn't exist.

Xing Ting raised his head and looked at the lights of Wanjia. Others were having family reunion dinner at home, but he was walking aimlessly on the street like a homeless man.Although he also has a home, No. [-] Fish House is very big, it was left to him by He Fu, and this is the only proof that He Fu appeared in this world.Other than that, nothing else...

He looked at the orange light and listened to other people's laughter and joy, so it turned out that this was someone else's year, and he...

"That man, will he celebrate the New Year?"

Xing Ting laughed at himself, does that idiot know what Chinese New Year is?Life is too long, a year is like a month to him.He must not know what Chinese New Year is because he has never even celebrated the New Year.

"Big brother."

Suddenly someone grabbed his clothes. He looked down in surprise and saw that it was a little girl about ten years old.The little girl was wearing a pink jacket and a red scarf.

Because the weather was too cold, the little girl's cheeks were frozen red, her big eyes looked at Xing Ting with the most sincere expression, "Big brother, the scarves are cheap on New Year's Eve today, do you want to buy them?"

Xing Ting smiled and reached out and bent over to touch the little girl's head, "Thank you, little sister, I already have one."

The little girl said aggrievedly, "But this scarf is really cheap, and I won't be able to go home until it's sold out." She pointed to a shop in front of her, "My mother is watching in there, can you I can't buy one, it's the last one..."

Xing Ting saw that the little girl was really pitiful and sold scarves during the Chinese New Year, so he said with a smile, "Well, I'll give you the money, but I don't want the scarf. Can you wear the scarf and go home?"

"Really don't want it? Big brother, this scarf is very warm." The little girl pointed to the scarf on her neck and emphasized that it was really warm.

Just when Xing Ting was about to refuse again, a cold voice came.

"I don't have a scarf, why not?"

The sudden sound made Xing Ting turn his head immediately, "What?"

The voice continued, "I don't have a scarf, buy it for me."

Xing Ting exclaimed, "Who is it?"

He looked at the streetlight, and there was indeed a dark figure standing behind the streetlight.

The black figure slowly came out from behind the shadow of the street lamp, he stood in the place illuminated by the street lamp, a figure slowly became clear in Xing Ting's eyes.

The moment Xing Ting saw his face clearly, he took the scarf that the little girl handed him and ran over like flying.Then he punched the man in the pale face.The man didn't dodge, red marks appeared on his vulnerable face, after being beaten by Xing Ting, he finally stabilized his figure and stood under the street lamp, his whole body was coated with a layer of warm orange.

He tilted his head slightly, and said slowly, "Xing Ting, long time no see."

Xing Ting yelled at him, "Where did you die! You bloody liar."

He still looked sickly, and his voice was like the thin snow in the cold winter, which made people unable to find the warmth but melted the heart. He said: "Xing Ting, I'm cold."

In the winter, he actually wore a thin navy blue sweater with a white shirt underneath. He seemed to be thinner than before, and his hair grew longer.

Xing Ting picked up the scarf and wrapped it around his neck frantically: "Forget it if you freeze to death!"

When He Fu finally wrapped his scarf in a leisurely manner, Xing Ting said, "He Fu, welcome back."

Although I know your name is Zhu Rong, I still feel that the name He Fu really belongs to you.Because the first time I saw you, your name was He Fu, and the second time I saw you, your name was still He Fu.

How to recover and how to recover, what is the burden of life, and what is the burden of death.

At the moment when he was about to hug He Fu, that person disappeared like a white mist.

He was completely empty.

"He Fu!"

Xing Ting woke up from the dream screaming, this is the first time he dreamed of him so clearly after he left for so long.

But why is it in a dream.

He punched the pillow with his fist, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, soaking the pillow.

In the third year, he still hasn't returned...

"fraud."

The next moment, someone knocked on the door of No. [-] Fish House.Xing Ting rubbed his temples, he knew that after He Fu left, he seemed to fall into a strange circle, and he would have the same dream repeatedly every day, that is, someone would always knock on the door of No. [-] fish restaurant at dusk, and today is no exception .

Xing Ting opened the door with his eyes closed, and lazily said: "He Fu, I know this is a dream, you didn't come back, and I didn't wake up either."

The baby-faced young man standing at the door pursed his lips slightly: "Xing Ting, so you miss me so much."

Xing Ting suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him. Why is this conversation different from the previous dream?

He Fu smiled: "This time, it's not a dream, I'm back."

"Long time no see, Xing Ting."

Xing Ting rushed over and hugged him, this time He Fu didn't disappear, but was actually in his arms.

"Damn it, I hate you."

Xing Ting felt so disgusted that he hugged a man and wanted to cry.

After finishing speaking, he excitedly ran into the fish restaurant and called Yang Mingzhen. That phone hadn't been used for a long time.

The phone was connected, and Yang Mingzhen's lazy voice came: "Hello."

"It's me, Xing Ting, He Fu is back! Yang Mingzhen, I'll just say that He Fu is still alive!" Xing Ting shouted excitedly, and the little black cat sleeping next to him was frightened awake. The sleeping fish also swung its tail excitedly.

No. [-] Fish House, which has been quiet for a long time, seems to come alive at this moment.

He Fu stood where he was, watching all this, and realized that there are so many people in this world who miss him.