bamboo horse and bandit

It really feels like it won't be long.

Fei Bin was biting his cigarette, and put his hands in his pockets casually. The smoke lingered in front of his eyes, making him feel as if he was drowning in a blank space.Today's weather is very good, there is no wind, he turned around after looking at the sky for a while.

There was a mass of retinue behind him.

Fei Bin frowned, and the closest follower lowered his head: "Mr. Fei, the president told you to hurry over..."

He ignored it, looked around and looked around, and then paused.

Li Yucheng stood not far away, but with so many people separated, Fei Bin suddenly felt that this person was far out of reach, as if he couldn't reach him no matter how long he stretched out his hand.At this moment, Li Yucheng raised his eyes as if aware of it, and met his gaze.

Eye sockets are red.

Fei Bin had never seen Li Yucheng cry, but now seeing his eyelids were red and swollen, he felt a little distressed.He has been trying his best to control and keep his mood calm, but the little waves aroused by Li Yucheng are like a tear, and together with the surging despair and grief, they flood him.

Putting this kind of mood on others might be heartbreaking, but Fei Bin couldn't do it, although he really wanted to howl right here and now.

But no.

"I'll be back tomorrow," he said.

The attendant opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but only heard Mr. Fei's slightly hoarse voice: "If the old man is in a hurry...then hurry him to death!"

Fei Bin stood in the cemetery from the morning until the sun was setting. His followers came and went in waves. The sky gradually became darker. He put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Go back."

"Hmm." He nodded.

Since Li Yucheng's sophomore year, Shen Rong's health has not been very good - in fact, it has not been very good, and the last period of time can only be dragged by the ventilator and nutrient solution.The moment the light was turned on, all kinds of medical equipment in the room came into sight so unexpectedly, Li Yucheng gave him a hand: "Go to my place."

"It's okay." Fei Bin looked at it for a few seconds before turning off the light, "but I still don't want to stay here today."

"What do you want to eat?" Li Yucheng paused, took out the key, and repeated after feeling that his throat had returned to normal, "What do you want to eat?"

"Let's make bone soup." Fei Bin kicked off his shoes two or three times, entered the room and lay down on the sofa, he closed his eyes, "I overheard you talking to my mother, she told you the secret recipe .”

"...Okay," Li Yucheng dragged a stool over, "I'll memorize the secret recipe..."

He didn't go on talking, Fei Bin took his hand and rubbed his fingers gently on the palm.This was a subconscious action, especially now that Fei Bin didn't know whether he was awake or asleep, but this small action made Li Yucheng tighten his palms and warm Fei Bin's cold hands.

"How did you feel at that time?" Fei Bin suddenly moved his lips slightly, "Do you feel like the sky is falling?"

"...I don't remember." Li Yucheng said softly, "Probably, I was four or five years old at that time, so I don't have much memory."

"I don't know what it feels like now," Fei Bin sighed, and grabbed his hand to cover his eyes, "I just feel empty, empty, and nothing."

Li Yucheng listened silently, feeling the slight wetness in his hands, hesitated for a while, put his other hand on Fei Bin's head, and stroked it very slowly, Fei Bin didn't say a word, like a dog with his head down. Big golden retriever, but the tears flowed so hard that they were all covered under the palm of his hand.

After a long time, until the sky was completely dark, the two of them kept this posture without moving. The smell of rice from upstairs and downstairs did not arouse Li Yucheng's appetite. He silently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. The crackling and numb feeling soaked from the fingertips stretched half an arm in an instant.

"Numb?" Fei Bin said.

Li Yucheng looked up at him, and Fei Bin also looked at him through his fingers.

"Try it." Li Yucheng said.

"If I don't think I can move at all," Fei Bin smiled, pinching his hand back and forth, "Squeeze for you."

"It's okay, it'll be over soon... Do you want to eat?"

"Make bone soup." Fei Bin said persistently.

"Do it, do it."

Li Yucheng said that he planned to stand up, thinking about how much meat and seasonings were left in the refrigerator, but soon, all these thoughts were cut off by Fei Bin.He stood up and found that Fei Bin was still clasping his wrist. Li Yucheng looked down for a while, then turned his gaze back to Fei Bin's face: "Do it?"

Fei Bin pulled him over.

Early the next morning, several attendants looked at each other in blank dismay, and the hand knocking on the door hesitated.

The main reason is that the smell of fried poached eggs wafting from behind the door makes people afraid to start.

But this worry didn't last long, the door suddenly opened a crack a second before knocking down.Fei Bin was half leaning against the entrance with a lollipop in his mouth, and his follower bowed his head in salute, and caught sight of him waving a spatula in his hand.

"Five minutes, wait below." Fei Bin frowned.

"Yes."

The Jinding Building in City A is hidden among many high-rise buildings. It is not very high. The overall height of 30 floors makes the building look a little small, but when you look up, you will feel a sense of suffocation and oppression... Fei Bin propped his head up, watching the word "Jinding" on the tip of the building gradually come into sight, thinking that it might be because its four sides are painted with gold.

Fei Wenqing likes gold, very much.

The elevator enters the top floor of Jinding Building.In front of his eyes, it seemed that a layer of shell was gradually peeling off. When the door opened again, Fei Bin narrowed his eyes.

Qingchuan Club.

There were only five people behind the door, and the one in the middle with his back turned to him was a man in his 50s and [-]s. The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows gave this man a clear outline.

"Tsk, what kind of taste do you have?" Fei Bin glanced over there, and then fell on the wall. The three big characters "Qingchuan Club" were pasted on the wall in pure gold, which was very eye-catching. You are sorry."

The four personal entourages cast their eyes on him unanimously, Fei Wenqing stood up slowly, poking the cane on the carpet, making a "boom".

"People, the sooner you get on crutches," Fei Bin watched as he approached him step by step with a smile, "the sooner you will be bald."

As soon as the words fell, the cane suddenly came over!

Fei Bin's reflexes reacted in a very short time. After all, the cane is not a crutch. He just needs to take a step back to avoid it completely. However... Fei Bin gritted his teeth. up.

So he stood where he was, turning only subtly.

"Damn!" Fei Bin growled.

With a muffled sound, Fei Bin fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.He didn't expect that the strike was so strong that it knocked him to his knees.

The cane was also broken.

Fei Bin bared his teeth and stared at the diamond on the piece of wood.

It was probably fractured, he admired himself a little, he was able to think of something else after enduring the huge pain, if the diamond happened to hit his leg, it would be useless right away.

"Are you done with the funeral?"

Fei Wenqing leaned over condescendingly, his tone was a little kind, but he didn't get an answer, and the attendant behind him took a step forward: "I finished it yesterday."

"Oh," Fei Wenqing turned around slowly and took out two things from the drawer, one was a new cane and the other was a dark gold lighter, "That yesterday was a memorable day."

After the initial pain passed, Fei Bin lay on the carpet and only thought it was funny. He thought of his mother, the thick and fresh bone broth, and Fei Wenqing always liked to give things on specific days. When they met for the first time in the first year of high school, What he sent was a gun, a golden one.

Fei Bin turned over slowly: "Let me tell you, is this considered obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"Xiaobin, I know what you're thinking," Fei Wenqing looked at him, "I have climbed to this position, and I have experienced countless comebacks, usurpers, and undercover dramas, and I have never lost every time. What do I advise you? Don't even think about it, that Chinese teacher..."

"I also know what you're thinking," Fei Bin smiled, "I also advise you not to think about it."

The mist from the teacup was lingering in front of his eyes, Fei Wenqing said calmly: "Go back to recuperate and get ready, I will receive the goods next month."

Shen Rong probably never thought in her life that the gentlemanly man in her memory who promised to come to her would one day stand on the top floor of such a magnificent building.I remember that when talking about that person occasionally, although my mother couldn't say how happy she was, she always told him seriously:

"Your dad is a nice guy."

Fei Bin was waiting for the stretcher in the lobby with one leg stretched out, his head was raised and his eyes were a little sore. Someone stood beside him and said softly, "Mr. Fei, everything has been arranged."

"Um,"

He responded, and suddenly two text messages came in on his phone——

"The eggs are burnt, idiot."

"I go to the school library to prepare lessons in the morning, and have lunch together at noon?"

Fei Bin touched the corner of his lips, carefully concealed his smile, then lowered his head, and exhaled soundlessly.