Red dates and wolfberry white moonlight

Neighbor's kid?

Lin Jian doesn’t really believe this reason. Judging from the background in the previous video, the house in the shooting is a single-family house, and only lush flowers and trees can be seen through the windows.

The neighbors must be very far away, and the possibility of adults agreeing to feed Lin Fan when he was a child is also very small, unless the two families have a very good relationship and know each other very well.

But this is even more unreasonable. It is impossible not to know about Jian Fan's friendship with Lin Xingyang.

It's just that after Jian Fan said that, he couldn't continue to ask.

"Is there an electronic version of these? Videos?" Lin Jian asked.

Jian Fan's fingers pausing to pick something out in his pocket, squinted his eyes and said, "You want it? I'll send you an email tomorrow."

"It's getting late, you've finished watching the video, go to sleep." After explaining these words, Jian Fan also took out the things in his pocket.

It was a silver-gray mirror metal lighter with a conspicuous cross scratch on the lower left corner.

Lin Jian subconsciously wanted to speak a few words of persuasion, but the other party saw through her before she opened her mouth.

"This thing can't be used for a long time." Jian Fan played with the lighter in his hand.

Lin Jian had no choice but to change the subject: "Then you... rest early too."

The moment the door closed, he seemed to hear a crisp sound, similar to the sound of fingertips swipe to light a lighter.

There is also the sighing whisper: "Father and son are really alike."

In fact, Lin Jian wasn't very interested in those videos that he had watched several times, and he didn't want to find out the identity of the little boy.

What he wants to know is actually the occasional background sound in many videos.

It was a man's voice, and it seemed to be mixed with a woman's yelling. The voice was very small, and it was completely inaudible intermittently, so he wanted to get an electronic version and use it to debug it with equipment.

Qi Mei in the room was still facing the wall sideways, Lin Jianfang lay down lightly, pulled up the quilt beside her, and silently said good night.

He closed his eyes after finishing all this. He didn't realize that the person who had been facing the wall just closed his eyes slightly, and the other person's eyes were exceptionally clear.

The next day, Lin Jian habitually got up early to boil a pot of milk, and when passing by the coffee table in the living room, she faintly felt something was wrong.

The trash can next to the sofa was extremely clean, obviously cleaned by someone.

As for the light gray leather armrest of the sofa, there was a burnt mark that was not there yesterday.

After the milk was boiled, Lin Jian realized that he might have to do some inspection later, so he had to press the milk to keep warm.

When they went to the hospital, they happened to miss the morning rush hour, and there was not much traffic jam on the road. Before getting off the bus, Qi Mei gave Lin Jian a hand and handed him a mask?

"Be careful."

Lin Jian looked at Qi Mei who was covering her conspicuous red hair with a hat, nodded and reached out to take it: "Thanks."

He didn't wear a hat, and the color of his hair wasn't very eye-catching, so there was no need for it.

Jian Fan seemed to be very familiar with this hospital. He took Lin Jian and the two of them straight to the doctor's office without even looking at the floor plan.

The doctor was wearing glasses and was a bit fat. He got up and shook hands with Jian Fan, and then asked Lin Jian who took off his mask seriously: "I saw a video of you dancing before. Are you struggling?"

"It feels okay, and there have been no problems." Lin Jian answered truthfully.

The doctor nodded when he heard this: "Well, it seems that you should recover well."

Later, the other party asked Lin Jian a few more questions, and called the nurse to take him for an examination. Qi Mei also left after seeing this, while Jian Fan stayed in the doctor's office.

When Lin Jian came back again, he noticed that Jian Fan's complexion was not very good-looking, but when he saw himself, he quickly returned to normal.

Before leaving, the doctor prescribed some medicine for Lin Jian, and told him to take it on time every day. Lin Jian couldn't understand the professional terms written on the list, so he asked directly.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

As soon as he said this, the doctor was obviously taken aback, and the look in his eyes also changed, and he said seriously, "How long has it been since you took your medicine?"

This time, Lin Jian is in a daze. How long has it been since he took his medicine?This is a very questionable question. It's hard not to be biased. Those who don't know think that the other party is mocking him...

Jian Fan, who had been standing by the side all the time, also changed his face. He frowned and explained to the doctor, "It was around July when he had memory problems before, and now it's just October. Calculate it? It's almost three months."

Before Lin Jian could find out what the medicine was, Qi Mei behind her suddenly made a sound.

"No, it's five months."

Jian Fan looked at Qi Mei after hearing the reputation, and his expression became more inquiring: "How do you know? Are you sure?"

Qi Mei didn't answer, just nodded without hesitation.

What the hell are they... talking about? What?

Lin Jian glanced back and forth among several people, but didn't understand what they were saying, and the strange thing was, why did Qi Mei know that he didn't take the medicine?

"How long?" The doctor sat back in his seat, motioned Lin Jian and the others not to leave, and looked again at Lin Jian's medical records on the table in front of him.

Jian Fan stared at Qi Mei for a long time before withdrawing his gaze, sat across from the doctor and asked, "Is his memory problem related to this reason?"

"It's hard to tell. He didn't have any side effects during the re-examination before, and his examination results today are all normal, but the rejection medicine can no longer be stopped. You should pay more attention to this point." The doctor closed the medical record after finishing speaking.

Reject... medicine?

Lin Jian grasped the key words very directly, and all the previous guesses were completely linked together because of this key word, becoming a key to solve the puzzle.

Lin Jian, who was silent all the way until the return trip, asked the question that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time: "Have my organs been transplanted?"

His voice was very soft. In fact, Lin Jian already had an answer, so if he asked now, he just wanted to get an accurate answer.

Jian Fan was driving the car, looked at Lin Jian from the rearview mirror, and said, "You were diagnosed with a heart attack when you were 4 years old. Later, the symptoms became more and more severe. The doctor said that you would not live to be 20 years old."

"I've been looking for a suitable match for you for so many years, but the heart is no better than a baby. It wasn't until two years ago that I finally got a heart donor who was willing to donate and was successfully matched."

"You have a very high matching rate with the other person's heart, and the operation was very successful."

Lin Jian raised her hand to caress her heart, feeling the vibrant beating, and suddenly felt a little sad.

A person donated his heart to another child who was only 19 years old, hoping that his heart would help the other child to continue to live in this world, but this child did not live past his 21st birthday after all.

"Don't think too much about it, don't have a psychological burden. You are living well now, which is the best gift to others."

Lin Jian's brain was dizzy, and Jian Fan's voice seemed a little far away, reaching Lin Jian's ears? He couldn't hear it clearly.

It wasn't until the vehicle stopped that Qi Mei's shouts brought Lin Jian back to his senses.

"What are you thinking about?" Qi Mei still wore a mask, her exposed eyes were clear and bright.

"Nothing." Lin Jian slightly smiled.

Jian Fan only sent them to the parking lot and left again. Although the reason he gave was that he was busy with work, Lin Jian had long since experienced the incident of drinking and smoking secretly when he came back last night. I don't quite believe it.

Back home, the milk that had been kept warm in the morning was still hot. Qi Mei sat on the sofa and swiped at her mobile phone, asking Lin Jian what she was going to eat without looking up.

Before when there was money, there was no need to worry about eating, but now it's a bit troublesome when it's just the two of them.

In the small villa, Lin Jian had never seen Qi Mei cook, and had never heard anyone say that she could cook, so she naturally acquiesced that Qi Mei could not.

As for him...

How can a person who can make himself suffer from stomach cancer all year round?

Lin Jian poured two glasses of milk, walked to the sofa and handed a cup to Qi Mei, her eyes casually glanced at the fast food on the screen of the other party's mobile phone, secretly thinking that maybe after returning home, she should find some money and learn how to cook.

"Otherwise... order some noodles." Lin Jian said silently.

Qi Mei turned her head and stared at Lin Jian for a few seconds before she put down her phone and said, "What's the difference between the noodles at the takeaway and those made at home?"

Although she didn't know why Qi Mei asked such a question suddenly, Lin Jian still explained it seriously.

"Compared to other foods, noodles are slightly healthier and easier to digest."

The two sat on the sofa and looked at each other for a long time. Finally, Qi Mei stood up, went to the kitchen and came back and said, "There are noodles in the cupboard. It must be healthier to cook by yourself."

This sentence is actually a little bit wrong. For a while, Lin Jian thought that Qi Mei was dissatisfied with her. It was not until the other party turned around and entered the kitchen that Lin Jian realized it? Qi Mei is true Planning to make it at home? Cook noodles.

"Can you cook?" Lin Jian asked while standing in the kitchen.

"will not."

This answer was somewhat beyond Lin Jian's expectations, and then she looked at the bag of noodles and said, "Then you are..."

"Cook noodles."

"..." Well, this? Lin Jian finally understood what Qi Mei meant.

For this bowl of noodles, Lin Jian actually didn't expect much, but after all, it was cooked by Qi Mei, so he decided to praise it regardless of the taste.

When the bowl of noodles with scallions was placed in front of him, the compliments that Lin Jian originally planned became sincere ones.

I have to say that the taste is really surprisingly good.

When the noodles in the bowl bottomed out, Qi Mei, who was sitting directly opposite, suddenly got up and took a box of anti-drug medicine from the bag on the coffee table, and put it on the table: "I'll take it later."

Lin Jian looked at the box of medicine, remembered what Qi Mei said in the hospital, and suddenly became hesitant to speak.

"What do you want to say? Just say it." Qi Mei pointed out what was in Lin Jian's heart without raising her head.

"The thing about the rejection medicine...why? How do you know?"

Lin Jian had suspected for a long time that Qi Mei knew about her heart problem, but the other party even knew when she didn't take the medicine. Obviously, she even knew about the heart transplant.

Even the agent Liu Xia didn't know about it, how did Qi Mei, a teammate, know about it?

Qi Mei put down her chopsticks, took out a piece of paper to wipe her mouth, looked up at Lin Jian, and said something irrelevant: "The doctor said that your memory loss may be due to the possibility of stopping the medicine."

Lin Jian remained silent, waiting for Qi Mei's next words.

"You ask me this? Do you really want to know the reason, or do you want to know the past?" Qi Mei leaned back on the chair back.

These two, Lin Jian actually wanted to know, since Qi Mei took the initiative to mention it, then he has nothing to hide: "Both."

There was a few seconds of silence around, and Qi Mei asked another irrelevant question: "In the company meeting room before, they asked you about your sexual orientation, do you have an answer now?"

Lin Jian was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Qi Mei to ask this question at all, and he still didn't know how to answer this question.

Probably because his expression was too obvious, Qi Mei didn't wait for him to answer, and dropped a bomb lightly: "You like men."

"How do you know?" Lin Jian retorted subconsciously.

"Because you like me."