Love Killer

He caught a cold.

The physique of a seven-year-old child is obviously not as strong as that of a proven killer. Feng Zhannuo and Feston exchanged glances. Neither of them had any experience in taking care of children.

"I hope he doesn't have a fever." Come here for whatever you're afraid of. It wasn't long after Feng Zhannuo finished speaking. In the afternoon, the cold came on fiercely and developed quickly. Neilfei's face turned red, and he didn't speak at first. He lost his voice even more, and collapsed on the sofa listlessly.

"Thermometer, water, what else?" The killer, who had never been troubled by a cold, had absolutely no experience in taking care of sick children. He put Neil Fei on the bed, and Fiston rolled a cold towel over, "For him It’s best to take it to the hospital to see if it dissipates heat.”

A pair of small hands grabbed Feston's sleeve, "No hospital."

Neilfei opened his dull eyes, his little face flushed with fever was stiff, he never spoke very much, except when he wanted to speak, he was silent at other times.

"Are you afraid of seeing the doctor?" The man who should have seen his fear but said it indifferently seemed amused. Neilfei bit his lip, let go of his hand, and did not answer.

He is afraid of hospitals, and he doesn't like doctors in white coats. For children who have experienced human trafficking, white coats and doctors mean a thorough physical examination. They are played like toys and then given evaluations.

But he won't say these things. He still remembers the feeling of being afraid and not wanting to be underestimated.

Closing his eyes, Nelfie Gran, who had grown up, couldn't help laughing when he recalled that time. He wasn't sure if the two people at that time also saw what he was thinking, because they also laughed.

As if mocking him, Feng Zhannuo touched his forehead, "You think I want to go? Why don't you get better soon, and you won't have to go anywhere."

"It's better to go out less recently. From the perspective of safety, I can also call the clinic to find a doctor." Even though he understood Neilfei's fear, Feston did not change his decision.

Man always has to face his fears.

In his deep eyes Neil read the meaning half-understood, but it was too difficult for him to fully understand, especially for a sick child, tears are almost an immediate reaction, although not from to his original intention.

"I said, you can only cry once, and you have already used up your share." The killer wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Nilfei, you can still cry now, but one day you will know that tears don't work. "

"Is that how you came here?" Feston asked suddenly, Feng Zhannuo shrugged, with a half-smile, like a kind of provocation, "What do you think? You already know a lot about me."

"I'm afraid it's not enough." Some people don't want to go back to the past, and they don't even think it's necessary to think back. It's not that Feston doesn't know the answer.

Passing a glass of water to Neilfei, he explained as he would an adult, "Go to sleep, if you still have a fever after waking up, I will call the doctor."

It was like a threat, the feverish child looked at him vigilantly, and finally found helplessly that he could not change anything that had been decided unless he could get better as soon as possible.

"I thought you didn't like children." Seeing Neilfei lying down under the threat of Feston, Feng Zhannuo teased with interest, he probably hasn't forgotten what someone once said.

"I don't like it." Felston said so, and covered Neilfei with a thin quilt. Feng Zhannuo seemed to want to laugh. At this time, the child lying on the bed closed his eyes, but He understood in his heart why the man was laughing.

He said he didn't like it, but took good care of his Feston Kaida...

This policeman is not that scary. These two people seem to be different from what they appear on the surface.

Still remembering the feelings in his heart at that time, Nelfie Grand sat in his car, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch as he recalled.

It's not that he hasn't been sick before, but it's the first time he feels something. It's hot in his heart. When he closes his eyes, he can feel the breath around him. The two people didn't have a conversation, but the feeling around them is not Not heavy, the air moves in the room, there is a soft rattle on the floor as they move.

The mattress was dented, someone sat down and touched his forehead, he didn't know whose hand it was, he only knew that someone had left, something was stuffed into his mouth, he was drowsy and drank a few sips of water, The bitter thing was poured down with the water.

"Is this fever-reducing medicine useful?" Standing at the door of the bedroom, Feng Zhannuo studied the instructions in his hand, and Feston had never used it before. "It should work. It's for children."

Two people stood at the door, one on each side, lowered their heads to study with the instruction manual in their hands. It was not criminal information, let alone a brief introduction to the performance of firearms. Perhaps it was fortunate that no one saw them researching children's special antipyretic tablets together.

After taking the medicine, Nierfei began to sleep soundly and sweated a few times. During this extraordinary period, no one wanted any unnecessary accidents caused by Nierfei's cold. The two men who had to temporarily become the parents would visit the To see him.

Because of going back and forth too many times, Feston finally pulled Feng Zhannuo, "I don't have anything to do today, don't do your sports, come here."

He stretched out his hand to him, and the two of them lay on the bed together, on both sides of the big bed where Neil Fei slept.

Feeling the sag of the mattress, the feverish child babbled a few times in his sleep, Feng Zhannuo looked at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking, it was very quiet in the afternoon, and he had already had his lunch, except for Neilfei's cold and fever, there seemed to be nothing necessary in front of him Big problem solved.

Feston's arm passed over Neilfei's head, "Come here."

Hearing the low voice vibrating slightly in the air, Feng Zhannuo half leaned on the bed, withdrew his gaze and half closed his eyes, "Don't provoke me here, do you want to wake him up?"

"He won't wake up, he took antipyretics." Fieston put his hands on his shoulders, and said with a lower tone, but said with a smile, "Also, I just want to hold you like this."

Seeing Fieston's teasing smile, Feng Zhan leaned over fiercely, cupped his chin, and whispered, "But I don't think of a hug."

On the top of Neilfei's head, a warm kiss went on for a long time, warm and passionate, Feston tightened his arms, and both of them leaned towards each other, this kiss was full of heat like a fever, but There was no intense burning.

Neil Fei was among them, and none of them had forgotten this, so they just continued the kiss, the feeling between their lips and teeth, the clock moved slowly, one hand after another, like a spider walking gracefully on its long legs, everything was in order. It was quiet, except for the kisses.

An ordinary afternoon refers to today, there is no danger for the time being, and there are no traps from unknown enemies.

"One day I will leave the FBI. At that time, if you are not a killer, where would you want to go?" As if he had the ability to read people's hearts, or the fear of the word tacit understanding, Feston asked Feng Zhannuo thought about the question just now.

"There are too many places." Leaning his arm on top of Neilfei's pillow, he touched Feston's with his relaxed fingers, unconsciously stroking, "I don't want to think about it yet."

After a pause, he chuckled, "I won't let myself think about it."

Who knows how long a killer can live, Feston seems to see such a self-mockery on his face, it's indifferent, it doesn't matter, it's not something a killer needs to consider in the future, they always live in the present.

He only answered one sentence, and Feston didn't ask any more questions. He held his hand, entangled his fingers as if possessing them, and pressed them against his palms. His skin touched the bed sheet above the pillow, making slight friction. Voice.

At that time, Neilfei didn't understand, and he didn't understand how many unspoken complex emotions were behind this conversation. He only heard a soft voice. Now that he thinks back to that day, he understands what Feston felt at that time.

At that time, he should have fallen asleep, and heard their conversation in his sleep, or he might be in a half-dream and half-awake state. He could feel the heat of people around him, but the fever made his mind dizzy. He closed his eyes and felt the surrounding Everything is like a dream.

He shouldn't remember it so clearly, but the picture in his memory is so real, as if he saw it with his own eyes, but in fact he just heard it.

Feng Zhannuo turned over and got out of bed, the mattress bounced up, and then it became sunken again. He came back, with the smell of whiskey and the sound of glass, "Come on?"

Poured half a glass of whiskey into the glass for Feston, and Feng Zhannuo lazily leaned on the bed, "I like to feel slightly drunk, but I rarely let myself do it, it's too dangerous."

"With me here, you can rest assured to get drunk." The mattress moved, Feston seemed to be laughing, and a thick voice came from above, as if in the sky, "Anyway, you can't do anything today, I Since I want to look at him, it doesn't matter if I look at you one more time."

"That's what you said." Raising his glass, Feng Zhannuo smiled and took a big gulp.

"I said it." The wine stains dripped from his lips, Feston's fingers brushed his lips, the smell of good whiskey, and some residual heat from Feng Zhannuo's lips.

His capacity for alcohol was so good that, except for the initial pretended drunkenness, Feston never saw him drunk again. It was not difficult to stay sober, but the difficult thing was to stay sober forever.

The spicy aroma of the whiskey slowly dissipated, the killer relaxed, leaned against the police officer beside him, and drank slowly. He was not in a hurry to get himself drunk, but enjoyed the process. The temperature of the air conditioner had been turned up long ago, and the alcohol It is also playing a role, sweating slightly on the head, and the whole person is lazy.

"That's enough, come and lie down." Getting out of bed, Feston went around to the other side, took the drunken killer into his arms, and took the wine glass away.

The clock was still ticking, and the sound made by the friction of the mattress was subtle. During the long period of silence, Neilfei did not hear any sound again. The two of them seemed to have fallen asleep, and there was only a steady sound in the air. The sound of breathing took a long, long time, so long that he was about to fall asleep again.

There was a breeze from the open window, the afternoon sun was faint, the time was chaotic, and there was peace.

"I love you." Someone said on the bed with eyes closed.

"I love you too." Someone replied.

Just like a greeting, their conversation was not intense, plain, and nothing special, but it was still unforgettable. In that afternoon, in addition to the aroma of whiskey, there was also the sweetness of fruit in the air. Neil Fei still remembered that he got into the quilt at that time, as if all the nightmares were gone.