bodhi rose

By the time the gunfire subsided, the sky had already shone slightly.

The Liang family has been washing their hands since the previous generation, and they no longer wield knives and guns.As for cleaning the house, he never had to do it himself, blood on his hands is always bad, but now it is after all.

The aftermath of the matter still needs to be dealt with, but it happened at sea, and the other party has a criminal record, which saves a lot of twists and turns.As for the Beretta 92, there was a mark on it, and it belonged to the Bai family. All the weapons Chen Beilin carried were obtained from the Bai family, and they were documented and had nothing to do with him.In this incident, he was even regarded as a victim, and everything he did was out of "self-defense".

In the days that followed, he began to think about Ah Qi's life and death.

His right-hand man has followed him for many years and is very handy.The people around him are always changing, but he is the only one who is always there.If he could be more loyal and honestly stay with him for ten or twenty years, he might become his unique existence on a certain level just like Bai Zhou once did.

Unfortunately, he couldn't figure it out.

Liang Yiting was not completely cold-blooded, and gave him a chance - if Li Wenjia came back alive, he would be spared and let him leave; if Li Wenjia died, then he would not even want to live, and go to be buried with him.

It's just that this matter is not optimistic, as if the heavens are going against him.

During the best time for the initial search, the sea suddenly became foggy and violently stormy, forcing the search to be suspended.After that, the search becomes more difficult.Li Wenjia fell into the sea with injuries all over his body. If there is still no news after three days, the chance of him surviving is almost zero.

Three days later, Los Angeles, USA.

There was no one in the main house, Ah Qi knelt down towards him.

Liang Yiting wiped a handful of dusty CIA650 revolvers with a handkerchief, fitted the muffler, and handed it to him through a silk cloth.

The man didn't dare to raise his head, lowered his body, and said hoarsely, "Ah Qi has no family. Before I met Mr. Liang, I suffered a lot. You are kind to me. This is both a blessing and a curse. Ah Qi has no family. Resentment, because this is my life."

He took the gun and pressed it against his throat without much hesitation.

With a "bang", he collapsed to the ground and died of suicide.

Liang Yiting stepped over his body and walked out the door, and the bodyguards standing outside the door then entered the room and began to deal with it.

The garden outside the house is full of flowers, the sky is bright and the sun is shining brightly, it is true spring.

Two weeks later, he returned to City C and started his normal working life.

Even though he still sent people to search for it non-stop, he already knew very well what the result would be.

It only takes two months...

If there is still no news after two months, he will accept that he has disappeared from this world, and completely forget him again, just like ten years ago.

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……

One of the bodyguards named Xiao Shan replaced Ah Qi and began to serve him personally.

Xiao Shan is not as boring as Ah Qi. He was born in martial arts. He used to be a film martial arts actor. He changed his career because he thought his income was not stable. He has good friends and a wife who has been married for a year. .

Such a person will not be able to "make a blockbuster if they don't make a sound", or if they keep silent, the sky will collapse when they make a sound.

On the top floor of Emperor Sky Entertainment, the air conditioner has been turned on.

Xiao Shan reported to him about the progress and clues of finding Li Wenjia, and after he finished speaking, he fell silent as usual.

The phone on Liang Yiting's desk rang, and after three rings, Xiao Shan stepped forward to answer it for him, and then covered the receiver and said to him: "The secretary said that two monks have come to see you."

"..."

"Or should I refuse it for you?" It was impossible for him to have anything to do with the monk.

Liang Yiting stepped forward to answer the phone, and said to the secretary: "Let them come up directly."

The monk is none other than his biological father who escaped into Buddhism ten years ago.

There were two people, a big monk and a young monk aged fifteen or sixteen.

The great monk recited the Buddha's name and reported his family name: "The poor monk's name is Huiming. This is my junior brother, Huixin."

"Amitabha." The little monk muttered in a drake voice.

Liang Yiting looked at his father, the corners of his mouth were twitching in a half-smile, and he followed the crowd: "Master Huiming hasn't visited for several years, why are you free to come here today?"

"Come here to do a ritual, and make alms along the way."

Liang Yiting groaned and asked Xiao Shan to get the check.

Master Huiming got the check, and he can fill in the numbers as he pleases.

It was the first time for the little monk to see this kind of battle, and his face was flushed with excitement: "Brother, can you really fill in whatever you want?"

"Of course." Master Huiming said calmly.Although he has stepped into the ranks of middle-aged and elderly people, his facial features are very outstanding, and he is very handsome when he is old. Especially when he is facing huge sums of money, he does not change his face, which adds a bit of fairy air to him.

The little monk looked at him adoringly, and then said to Liang Yiting: "Amitabha, the benefactor is really a kind person. The poor monk has nothing to repay, so why don't you help the benefactor to see Feng Shui."

"Huixin, this statement is wrong, how can this be called 'no reward'."

"Brother, I just want to show people Feng Shui, you are so annoying!" The little monk had already walked to the French window, looking around.

Master Huiming shook his head helplessly.

"Benefactor, do you often feel very lonely, people around you come and go, but there is always no one to keep? There are many partners in business, but few are true friends?"

Liang Yiting was noncommittal, and bent his lips: "How do you see it?"

The little monk had an expression of "Look, look, I've hit it!": "Your building has committed a 'solitary peak evil'. Look out from here, it is a small mountain, and there is not a single building. Things are taller than you. You know, the heights are too cold..."

Master Huiming interrupted him: "Huixin, it's alright. This benefactor doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. The same is true for Feng Shui. He is a complete atheist."

Hui Xin questioned: "Then why would he give us huge sums of money for alms? Rich people believe in this."

"Amitabha, because I am his father."

"..."

Master Huiming walked towards his son, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "It seems that you have troubles. In the world of mortals, there are always many troubles. If you really can't solve them, you might as well go back to the mountains with me for a short stay. "

Liang Yiting stroked his chin and smiled: "If necessary."

In the end, he personally sent the two monks, one big and one young, to go out.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and it was already scorching August in a blink of an eye.

The beach in summer shows a particularly breathtaking charm under the setting sun. He sorted out the materials at dusk in the study on the second floor, but after the end, he leaned back in the chair under the setting sun and fell asleep, with the square cup next to him Still drinking half a glass of leftover wine.

In just over an hour of falling asleep, he had nightmares.

Heavy, messy, endless.

Xiao Shan didn't know when he came in. Seeing that he seemed to be in a nightmare, he tried to call in his ear: "Mr. Liang? Mr. Liang?"

Liang Yiting struggled to wake up, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Xiao Shan asked.

"……Um."

Liang Yiting didn't say much, he couldn't remember the specific content of the dream, he just stared at the vast sea outside the window for a while, feeling a sense of emptiness and loss out of thin air.

Entrusted by his secretary, Xiao Shan was about to remind him of his schedule tomorrow morning when he suddenly asked, "Is there still no news?"

Xiao Shan was taken aback for a moment, and then answered, "No."

In fact, since half a month ago, this matter has not been mentioned much.Everyone agreed that it was impossible for that person to survive, including Liang Yiting, but now, he asked so abruptly.

Liang Yiting rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, he felt a fine pain, born from the darkness, spreading in his chest and stomach to become an empty universe.

He almost felt like he was going to die. At this moment, even his heart was empty.

He tried to grab something to fill it, but there was nothing, never again.

He suddenly let out a breath and said to Xiao Shan, "Get ready for the car and go to the villa on the mountain."

Xiao Shan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Okay."

That place had just put up a sign for sale ten days ago, and everything in it was put away according to Liang Yiting's instructions. He should have wanted to completely forget it and never come back.

There were also five servants who went with them, and within an hour, the whole house was cleaned as clean as before, and all the furnishings were returned to their original places.

Liang Yiting walked slowly through the hall...

The aura that Li Wenjia once had had faded to the point of disappearing.

He finally stopped in front of a guqin.

He reached out and plucked two strings.

The long sound of the piano echoed, and it seemed extremely lonely in the empty hall at night.

As a personal entourage, Xiao Shan watched him for a long time not far away, and finally made a phone call to have someone take down the sign for selling the house.

He stood there for a while, then suddenly remembered what the secretary had entrusted him with, and stepped forward and said, "Mr. Liang, we are invited to the museum at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Do we need to have a look at the costumes we will be attending in advance?"

The exhibition is held by a well-known painter, and there are many layers of relationships with him. This invitation is just a straightforward communication rule. As long as you have some background and can build some connections, no matter whether you are familiar with it or not, you will always send out the invitation. , even if you don’t go directly, it’s okay.

It's just that he has been in a bad mood these days, so his schedule has been slackened, and it's right to go to the art exhibition to relax.

"No need." Liang Yiting said, obviously not taking this matter to heart.

He stayed here at night.

Woke up at [-] o'clock the next morning, and didn't get up after waking up, just lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling in a daze.

At 08:30, he got up and went to the dressing room to pick up the prepared clothes.

When I rolled up my sleeves and looked in the mirror, I saw a button that had fallen off on the shelf next to it, a very ordinary, black plastic button.

Almost instantly, the other party's appearance in that black cotton coat clearly appeared in his mind.

By coincidence, he picked up the button and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

The exhibitions of well-known painters did not arouse his interest. It was already 10:30 when he arrived at the museum, and the signature board outside the venue was full of names, which showed how many people were in the venue.

The small venue was bustling with people, at least seven or eight people gathered in front of a painting, Liang Yiting walked around briefly, then went to the rest area to drink coffee.

The painter was sitting in the town and had a speech, but out of courtesy, he left without coming, and asked the secretary to buy ten albums and put them in line for the painter to sign, and informed Liang Yiting that he had come.

By the time the secretary was sweating profusely and picked up the signed album, he was already on the second floor.

It turns out that the second and third floors of the museum are unique. Not only cultural relics are on display, but also unknown works of other painters left here for exhibition. Compared with the downstairs, there are much fewer people here and it is very clean.

Slowly walking through one exhibition area after another, he turned a corner, and then slowly stopped.

He saw an oil painting, which was a portrait of a teenager under the sun, with a bare upper body and a delicate and deep collarbone.The person in the painting raises his jaw slightly, his long eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, and the side lines are as beautiful as angels under the soft light.

He stared at the painting, then called his secretary to come up.

This trip was for a well-known painter's exhibition, but in the end he bought a series of portraits of the same character by an unknown painter on the second floor.

For two days, like a mad stamp collector, he scoured all the paintings of the figure in the same painting.

He hung those paintings all over the room.

Smiling, deadpan, frontal, profile, single face portraits, full body portraits...

It's all Li Wenjia.

He slept in such a bedroom, but he couldn't get the peace he imagined in his heart.

These paintings failed to fill his heart, on the contrary, the void grew bigger and bigger...

It has been more than two months, and his loss and despair have accumulated to a limit, mixed with some thoughts, and finally broke out.

All the preset steps are messed up.

Not only did he fail to forget, but he was also unable to control himself, his mind was all over him, and no matter what he did, that shadow would never go away.

But he died...

He suddenly discovered that "he is dead" and "he is still alive, just with others and will never appear in front of him again" are two completely different concepts.

…………

On the surface, life appears to be uneventful.

Liang Yiting walked out of Huangtian, and the heat wave swept over him, but he walked calmly and indifferently, as if he lacked body sensation and could not feel the heat.

Suddenly someone rushed over and called his name, grabbed his hand and said, "I have a project that I would like to cooperate with you! Borrow for 1 minute! Just 1 minute!"

Xiao Shan stopped him impatiently: "If you want to talk to Mr. Liang, please make an appointment in advance."

Liang Yiting didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, so Xiao Shan directly pushed him away: "Go away!"

The man staggered back to the side of the road, held his glasses and shouted sincerely behind his back: "Okay, okay, I'm actually very sincere."

Liang Yiting turned a deaf ear to it, and while walking, took a wet tissue from Xiao Shan's hand, and wiped the area touched by the sweat of that man's hand.

Probably because the weather is getting hotter and people are becoming more impulsive. I have met a person like this more than two months ago, and he is even more unreasonable than this one.

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When the fashion is in the warmth of late spring, everything is slim and full of vitality.

A middle-aged man with a scruffy appearance rushed out from the side of the road. He rushed over like a madman and kept saying, "My name is Gao Pingxiao! This is my work! Please take a look at your company, it's great! It's great! It's My blood!"

Like a leech that cannot be shaken off, entangled to death.

"Invest in me! It will definitely succeed! Trust me! Please give me a chance and invest in me!" A thick stack of manuscripts was forced into Liang Yiting's hands.

This is a complete lunatic.

The bodyguard rushed up quickly, punched and kicked the man, and Liang Yiting looked at him like he was looking at a pile of garbage.

He has a lot of things to do, and he is depressed because of the departure of his lover, so he has no time to deal with such a madman.

It was the end of May.

Gao Pingxiao, in such a season, like all animals and plants in nature, they also flourish.His artistic cells are fermented in this graceful season, and he is in the same line as a large number of mentally ill patients with spring onset.

After returning from Huangtian, he once wanted to commit suicide.

"Gao Sang, suicide won't solve any problems." His partner Mr. Kuwahara Hikaru tried to persuade him.

Gao Pingxiao was smoking a cigarette, and the setting sun reflected his decadent and empty body mottledly: "Kuwahara, I want to one day become famous, and I have been dreaming of this dream for 18 years. If I use all my painstaking efforts to cultivate a offspring, he will already be an adult."

Kuwahara stepped on his wooden clogs, rolled up his sleeves, and wandered around the yard, chatting with him while wandering: "Gao Sang is really a persistent person. Speaking of which, I also have a new plan recently."

"Ok?"

Kuwahara looked at the sky covered by trees and flowers, and said: "I have been friends with Gao Sang for more than ten years. I think back then, when you came to Japan to study, we met under the cherry blossoms in Hokkaido, and the flowers were blooming like this at that time..." He Turning to look at him: "Later, for the sake of ideals, we worked together, and I came to China with you. But now, I think maybe...it's time to go back."

"Go back to the old business?" Gao Pingxiao couldn't help clenching his fingers: "Are you leaving too?"

Hikari Kuwahara sighed: "At least you can make money by making AV. Gao Sang, you should also think about it a little bit. We have followed the literary and artistic route over the years, how much have we invested in? But we can only get in and out. Knowing that it is a dead end, should we still continue to go? "

"Humph."

Kuwahara Hikaru said earnestly again: "If Gao Sang doesn't want to part with me, why don't you go back to Japan with me, and we will switch to making pornographic films. This is actually an art. You see, you have to write the script and carry the camera, and the final film is the same. The key is to show it on the screen, and it can also make money.”

"Kuwahara, this is not what I want."

Kuwahara Hikaru sighed and stopped talking.

The next day, Hikari Kuwahara left without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter.

Feeling hopeless, Gao Ping Xiaodun decides to implement a suicide plan.

A 10-minute drive away from this small town is the sea. He walked step by step towards the blue and turbulent water, full of frustration and resentment.

Since he was 15 years old, he has determined to work in the film industry; becoming an excellent director is his lifelong pursuit.However, after repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles, after so many years, he has exhausted his energy and money, but he is still unknown, no one cares about him, and even goes to the temple to pray to the gods and Buddha in such a miserable state, only hoping for a slight improvement in his career—— Even if it is short-lived, he is willing to enjoy it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling sad, because even if it was short-lived, he never had it.

Gao Pingxiao roared in pain, complaining about the injustice of the sky.

At this moment, a figure rolled over with the waves and floated to his side.

Gao Pingxiao had made up his mind to die, and it was a tragic way to die by throwing himself into the sea. He had no intention of paying attention to other things, but that person, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, just drifted to his feet.

He saw his half-prone profile.

Even after being soaked in sea water and looking embarrassed, it can still be seen that he has an unusually beautiful face and bones.

Gao Pingxiao's heart was shocked, and he immediately made a judgment: "Beauty."

He stepped forward cautiously, and sniffed his breath, although it was very weak, it was still there.

He suddenly didn't want to die!

In just a few seconds, he had a lot of thoughts, and he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, thinking that this was the manifestation of a Bodhisattva——Heaven sent him a beautiful woman, this is a mysterious opportunity, relying on him, he might become famous and famous Shame on me.

He was so excited that even his fingers trembled, as if touching a precious jade, touching the cheek of that person.

He has seen countless people, but at this moment, in his eyes, this half face is so ingenious, one in a million...

However, when the entire face was fully exposed in sight, he froze again.

Only half of this beauty's face is intact, and the other half is bloody and rotted to the point where the bones can almost be seen.

Gao Pingxiao finally picked up the beauty and walked towards his car.Because the other party's body was sticky and smelly, he stuffed it into the trunk for fear of dirtying the interior of the car.

He is both happy and sad.He was happy that he picked up such a beautiful thing, but sad that only half of his face was beautiful.

However, his joy was more than his sorrow.Because he can still hope that the rotten half of his face will heal slowly - after all, this is something sent to him by the spirit of the gods, and he will not be in this situation and send a defective product to tease him.

Gao Pingxiao tore off the only piece of rag left on the man's body, put it in the bathtub, and started to turn on the water.

He pointed the nozzle at his face, sprayed hard all the way, and finally pointed it between his legs, opened his ass, and sprayed wildly.

The water in the bathtub slowly filled up, and the bluish-white body gradually submerged in the water without making a sound.

Half of his face was as beautiful as a dream, and half of his face was as ferocious as a devil, which was magnified in the swaying water waves, showing a frightening effect. He was a little frightened for a moment, and his scalp went numb.

It wasn't until a bubble came out of the water that he woke up like a dream, and he was sure that this was indeed a living person, so he quickly picked him up from the water.

After cleaning up, he put him on the bed and began to study his ass.

He didn't want to admit it was a man, but he had to.

This realization made him terribly disappointed.

And then, he found that the person's anus seemed to have been inserted by a foreign object. He poked it with a pen beside the bed and rummaged through it to be sure.

So it was gay, he thought.

The beauty could not wake up for a long time, Gao Pingxiao couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and finally had to send him to the hospital.

He was careful along the way, for fear that others would discover his purpose and secret, so he was only sent to the town hospital, and he didn't plan to keep him in the hospital for too long.

The result of a series of examinations was that the patient had multiple fractures and internal organs were also damaged to a certain extent.

Gao Pingxiao asked: "Doctor, he has red spots on his body, could it be a venereal disease? He is gay!"

"You should go to the venereal disease dermatology department to ask about it." The doctor said, "The list has almost come out."

In the outpatient clinic, the old doctor wore glasses and said: "There is nothing wrong with the blood. The erythema is pityriasis rosea caused by excessive pressure. It looks a lot like syphilis, but it's a small problem, just spend some ointment on it."

"He's gay," he emphasized.

The old doctor pushed his glasses and squinted at him: "Then go to the anorectal department. Don't worry about it and check again in a while."

Gao Pingxiao went to several departments in a row, and arranged for hospitalization and surgery. He calculated the money spent in his heart, and decided that he must make the best use of everything and earn back all the money spent on him.

Three days later, the beauty on the hospital bed finally slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing he saw was a greasy head with a few strands of hair dangling, and then the owner of the head stuck out his face and asked, "Are you awake?"

"..." He looked at him blankly, moved his lips, and after a long time made a little sound: "Where is this?...Who am I?"

After learning that he really couldn't remember any past events, Gao Pingxiao was extremely excited.

He thought he came from the sea, so he named him casually, pretending to say affectionately: "Don't be afraid, your name is 'Sea', let us live together from now on."

Hai's body could hardly move at all, three of his ribs were broken, and it was very difficult for him to speak and eat, so he could only lie down and sleep every day.

When he fell asleep, he looked like a real corpse, thin and pale, his breathing was so weak that it was inaudible, and he had no vitality at all.

But when he opened his eyes and woke up, the corners of his eyes and brows seemed to leap into starlight, and his whole body was full of life. It was a pure and bright color, like two ambers embedded in the delicate eye sockets.

He no longer spoke so painfully, and he also had an impression of Gao Pingxiao. After eating the gruel he sent several times, he remembered to ask him: "Who are you?"

His voice was timid, because he was unfamiliar with everything around him, including the only owner.But it's not really scary, because he is always taking care of him and giving him food.

Gao Pingxiao was holding a small bowl, stirring the hot porridge up and down, as if he was thinking about something, then the corner of his mouth twitched, and he smiled maliciously: "Who am I? I'm your father, you really can't remember ?"

Hai looked at him for a long time, "...Dad?"

"Yes, I am your father, call me quickly."

Hai's gaze can be described as innocent like a child's. After the amusing doubts passed, he really shouted at him with a little peace of mind and satisfaction: "Dad."

Gao Pingxiao felt a little funny and a little strange when he heard the shout.

He can now basically conclude that Hai has not only lost his memory, but also his IQ is not very normal, maybe he was originally mentally handicapped, or maybe it was the damage caused by this incident.

However, he does not intend to treat him in this regard.If Hai is dumb, it is better to be at his mercy and save a lot of trouble, which is exactly what he wished for.

Early in the morning, the doctor came to round the ward, and after inquiring about the situation, he told him again that the patient’s organ damage had not yet recovered, so don’t feed him greasy and meaty supplements. For the next half a month or so, he needs to focus on liquid food, and there is still There are several checks to do.

Anyway, Hai couldn't speak well, Gao Pingxiao concealed his amnesia problem, and asked: "When can we be discharged from the hospital?"

"Discharged?" The doctor raised his eyebrows. "I don't think you don't know the patient's condition. A car accident patient with similar symptoms has been in the hospital for a whole year. He has only been in a week."

Gao Pingxiao rubbed his hands like a fly: "Please, please give us an approximate time. One year is definitely not enough. My financial situation does not allow it. As long as his life is not in danger."

"At least three months, don't even think about it if it's less than three months." The doctor said.

It seemed that there was no room for it, but Gao Pingxiao just ignored these words.

After half a month, Hai was able to slowly try to turn himself over, and he immediately discharged him from the hospital.

Hai, who looked dazed, followed Gao Pingxiao back to the home where he said the two "depended on each other".

It was an ordinary, even somewhat backward town, very close to the sea, and many people made a living by fishing, walking through every corner of the village seemed to smell the smell of fish, but Gao Pingxiao’s home did not have such a smell. No smell, his career has nothing to do with fishing.

His home is an old wooden building, exuding the unique smell of paper and ink, typical of the style of self-built houses in the last century.

The house has two floors. The first floor has all the functions of eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping. The second floor is narrow and dark, and it is negligible for storing sundries.In front of the house there is a small courtyard of five or six square meters. In the courtyard grows a not young Bauhinia tree, which is in bloom season and is so lush that it almost covers the sky.

The first floor of the house has probably been remodeled, but the windows are clear and not dark.

There are two bedrooms in total, since the old friend Hikari Kuwahara has moved away, Gao Pingxiao moved this room to the newcomer Hai.

As soon as he got home, the first thing Gao Pingxiao did was to add a chain lock that could be locked back to the house, and he said to Hai: "The outside world is very dangerous. You can't go out casually when I'm not around." .”

Haizheng was in a paralyzed state, even if he wanted to go out, he couldn't, so he just nodded to him.

Gao Pingxiao originally had no hope for his own life and future, but now, he already has a new plan.He spent all his time studying the previous script and taking care of Hai. He planned to recharge his batteries during this period of time and wait for the time to turn around in one fell swoop.

The weather is getting hotter day by day, perhaps because the body is also gradually healing, the feeling of drifting away disappeared, and he returned to this world again, getting closer and clearer...

In the first few months, Hai would suffer lethargy, nightmares, headaches, and lethargy, but as time passed, these symptoms disappeared and his spirit returned to normal.When he was able to get out of bed and move to the small courtyard with a cane, he smiled with the corners of his lips curved, and even looked radiant.

Gao Pingxiao uses a juicer in the kitchen, and during the period when Hai could only eat liquid, he was used to squeezing various juices and grain porridge.

The roar came out, and Hai walked towards the kitchen step by step.

Apples and carrots were being squeezed in the juicer, and one could smell the faint aroma of fruits and vegetables, but Gao Pingxiao was not there.Hai looked around for a week, then walked towards the bathroom.

Gao Pingxiao was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror.

The two looked at each other in the mirror, and Gao Pingxiao said in a daze, "Why did you get out of bed again?"

Hai pursed his lips and smiled a little: "I want to see you."

Gao Pingxiao gargled loudly, spit out the mouthwash loudly, turned on the faucet and washed his face while saying: "You have just grown up a bit, you need to rest more, or what if your bones are broken again."

Hearing this, Hai moved a little closer to him, and the two seemed very close: "No, Dad."

Gao Pingxiao calmly wiped his face with a towel, and Hai looked in the mirror—it was the first time he had carefully looked at himself and him in a mirror like this.After watching for a while, he frowned in confusion, and suddenly asked, "Why don't we look alike at all?"

Gao Pingxiao sneered: "Half of your face is rotten, you can see a fart! Let me see your face."

Hai obediently approached the half of his gauze-covered face.

Gao Pingxiao took a look at his gauze, and quickly covered it back.A flesh-pink film has grown on the skin, which is much better than the first rotten hole that can be poked in and the gums and tongue can be touched with fingers, but it is still disgusting.

Hai couldn't detect his thoughts, looked at his bearded face, and continued his previous doubts: "You look very young."

Gao Pingxiao only took this sentence as a compliment, "Oh? Really?"

"Daddy, how old am I?" Hai asked again.

Gao Pingxiao stroked the fine skin and tender flesh on the other half of his face, seemed to be thinking about it, and said with a smile: "20 years old!"

"I'm 20," Hai said to himself.He glanced at Gao Pingxiao again, he was in the prime of his life, but his sloppy appearance made him look old, he should be in his forties.

He calculated it carefully in his mind, and it almost gave him a headache, but he finally dispelled his doubts—it is not strange for a 40-year-old man to have a 20-year-old son.

Gao Pingxiao laughed loudly at this moment: "Fool, do you really think I am your father? Hahahaha, I am not your father, hahahahaha——"

Hai was frightened by him, and was startled by his laughter.

Gao Pingxiao looked at his appearance as pitiful, but it was also very interesting. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, you can treat me as your godfather, just like your own father."

When Hai learned the truth, he felt a pain like a physiological conditioned reflex, but Gao Pingxiao was calm about this matter and didn't take it to heart at all.

It was just a joke, Hai was influenced by him, and he also regarded it as a joke that could be laughed off, and then, it was really just a joke, and soon it would be painless.

Gao Pingxiao finally wanted to take him out and go to the hospital for a review of his injuries.

In such a long time, Hai has never stepped out of the gate, and never wanted to step out of here.

His world is now a blank sheet of paper, and there is only one person who holds the pen, and there are only as many as he can draw.He has no impression of the outside world, so he has no curiosity or yearning.

He went to the hospital again, registered again, and the doctor was no longer the same as before. Hai was recovering well, but after seeing the early X-rays provided by Gao Pingxiao as a reference, the doctor said "huh?" in surprise: "Is this really the injury you got more than three months ago?"

Gao Pingxiao has no idea about the growth rate of bones, and thinks his recovery is slow: "Yeah, it's been almost four months."

"It's already a miracle!" The doctor compared the old and new pictures in amazement: "Although the speed of recovery varies with age, I have never seen such a serious injury recover so quickly."

Gao Pingxiao breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked him a more concerned question: "Doctor, when do you think the wound on his face will heal?"

"Don't worry, I'll take a look." The doctor put down the film, put on his gloves, and was about to remove his gauze: "Did you put the gauze on yourself?"

"Ah."

"Tsk, how did you get hurt?" The moment it was opened, the doctor couldn't help but gasp.

"It's grown much better now." Gao Pingxiao followed up to take a look, and handed the previous facial photos and X-rays to the doctor.

Hai just lay there, at the mercy of the two, as if he had no emotion at all.

The doctor flipped through the photos: "This is, is this a complete penetrating injury?"

"Anyway, half of his face was cut, it was a hole, doctor, how long does it take to recover?"

"Impossible! It's impossible for such a wound to grow back." The doctor looked at the photo repeatedly, and then looked at Hai's cheek, "It really has grown flesh."

Gao Pingxiao was a little impatient listening to the little doctor's unprofessional nagging.

The doctor said again: "You have to be content, it's very good that this kind of injury can grow flesh to support the cheek, and it's almost impossible to restore it to its original shape... Wait a minute, I'll ask the other doctors in our department to also Come and have a look."

The doctor just ran out.

Gao Pingxiao stretched his waist, very disdainful, the doctors in the small hospital in the town have never seen the world.

He wandered around the outpatient clinic for 2 minutes, feeling very bored. Seeing that the doctor hadn't come back, he took Hai and left by himself—anyway, everything was normal after the examination, and there was nothing special about it.

During the scorching sun season, when Gao Pingxiao really had nothing to do, he began to study Hai's body.

The two of them stayed in the same room for a long time, which also saved the cost of air conditioning.

Gao Pingxiao was used to smoking, so the entire closed room was filled with smoke.

He was already used to the sea, and a summer mat was spread on the bed. Because it was too hot, he didn't feel uncomfortable with his bare bottom and naked body.The two of them lay on the bed together and watched a cabinet of old movies that Gao Pingxiao treasured, one by one. He watched the movie, and Gao Pingxiao watched him. From the mole on his neck, he saw the scar on his chest and the From nipples to buttocks.

There is a small bowl of ice cubes on the bed, and the sea sends them to the mouth one by one, exhaling