simple is the best

Are you kidding me, he doesn't have that kind of affection for Fang Jing...?

The care when I was injured, the surprises on my birthday and the little things in daily life, in retrospect, Fang Jing's voice and smile seem to be still by my side.

And the kiss that I voluntarily burned when I left at the end.This question is not a question at all, the answer is obvious, but Ji Cheng doesn't want to mention it now.The story is always about two people, but now it is his one-man show, and there is no point in performing it.

He was silent for a while, then evaded and said, "This has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Han laughed, "You can say whatever you want. But I won't let the person I like forget me, even if we can't be together, but if he doesn't even remember me, it's too pitiful."

Ji Lin always felt that he meant something, and couldn't help frowning, "Are you talking about yourself or me?"

Jiang Han shrugged, "Both."

"Fang Jing called me before and told me that he saw Liang Yan kissing you and frightened him." Ji Lin lowered his eyes and asked aloud, "How did you leave Liang Yan?"

"I left while he was sleeping. Fortunately, the woman named Hu Jiao didn't make a sound when she met me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to leave if I woke Liang Yan up. When Liang Yan kissed me, Fang Jing's expression looked like It's quite calm, I guess the call was just to test your reaction." Jiang Han raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "You are the only one who thinks Fang Jing is obedient and well-behaved."

Ji Lin was a little dissatisfied with Jiang Han's tone, and corrected him: "Fang Jing was always an obedient child."

Although he spent a year as an asshole with Lu Lao Si outside, but in front of him, Fang Jing was always obedient and sensible, and caring and caring for others.

As he thought about it, he suddenly felt sad again.

Obviously such a good child has to suffer that kind of suffering.Thinking of Fang Jing screaming in pain, lacking energy and spirits, Ji Lin's originally calm heart felt sore and sore again.

"What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about him?" Seeing his distraught look, Jiang Han said, "You treat him like a child, but he doesn't really treat you like an older brother."

Before Ji Lin could answer, he said to himself again: "But it's useless to think about it, he will definitely not want to see you again, even if we meet again, it will be different from before."

Ji Lin let out a breath, thinking that this sentence should not be talking about him, but rather Jiang Han talking about himself.Ever since arriving on the island, Jiang Han's mood was very strange. He frowned and asked, "Don't you like Liang Yan? Did he really fall asleep, or did you do something to him?"

"I did what I always wanted to do. He will never forget me in this life." Jiang Han said with a smile, turned his back to Ji Lin and waved, "Anyway, I don't regret it, and I hope you don't either."

Ji Lin looked at Jiang Han's back and didn't speak.

In fact, he had already started to regret it.

But there is no arrow to turn back when opening the bow, and there is no option to turn back time. It is impossible for him to turn back now.

Ji Guo went back to the room, threw himself into the quilt and thought silently, as long as Fang Jing's future life can be safe and happy, he will regret it if he regrets it.

He really didn't want to see Fang Jing in pain anymore, and he never wanted to see it again.

Nested under the quilt, he wanted to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but recall the way Fang Jing said he liked him.

The big boy was sad and careful, although his body was already in pain and discomfort, but he still leaned towards him.

Ji Lin sniffed, thinking why?

Why should Fang Jing suffer?To be tortured?Who did you provoke?He defended Fang Jing and felt sorry for him, but he blamed himself for not discovering Fang Jing's thoughts earlier.

Maybe he could hold his hand earlier and watch him better.

Thinking about it, there was a blur in front of my eyes.Ji Lin raised his hand to touch it, his hand was covered with tears.

The sadness that had been depressed for many days broke out, the tears seemed to be inexhaustible, and the mouth was full of salty taste.A low voice sounded in the room, and Ji Lin wiped his tears on the quilt and clothes, unwilling to expose these tears to the sun.

He asked himself in his heart, do you like Fang Jing?

His lips trembled a few times, and the word "like" finally came out of his mouth, with sobs and sadness coming late.Those who want to know the answer to the question have forgotten the past, and only the answerer is stubborn to repeat the answer over and over again.

The voice of self-question and self-answer repeated several times and finally stopped. Ji Lin closed his eyes and squeezed out the excess tears from his sockets.

The love continues in my heart, but there will never be an echo.Ji Lin hugged the quilt, thinking of Fang Jing's embrace when he was in Feng Chuan, and those hands that loosened his hair.

I like it, he thought silently.

But it has nothing to do with Fang Jing.

"Sir?" Li Feng looked at Su Fei who was standing in the corridor, and asked in a low voice, "Don't knock on the door?"

Su Fei put her hands behind her back, shook her head and said, "Children are thin-skinned and don't like to be seen when they are sad. I'd better come see him later."

Li Feng followed behind him, and said calmly: "Do you want to go and have a look at the Dr. Zhang you brought earlier?"

"It's not in a hurry now. Lock him up for two days, give him less food, no restrictions on water, and don't let him see other people. Any interrogation and communication is prohibited."

Su Fei paused, then turned to look at Li Feng, "Be careful not to let him die."

"Of course I know that." Li Feng smiled.

Su Fei pushed open the door of the study, and handed the things on the table to Li Feng, "Look, this is the test result of the handcuffs they found in Yannan's coffin before."

"Haven't you already seen it before?" Li Feng asked doubtfully.

He picked up the document and found that there was another copy underneath, and when he pulled it out, he found that it was a death certificate.

"what is this?"

The owner of the death certificate was surnamed Shi. The young man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and wore the most popular white shirt of that era. He was gentle and shy.

Su Fei turned her back to Li Feng, looked at the sea view outside the floor-to-ceiling window and said softly: "Compare the blood types of the two people, and the year when the hand was turned."

The blood type is the same, but the year is...

"A person?" Li Feng asked.

He was taken aback when he saw the column of relatives' signatures, then frowned and said, "Is this Shi Cunxi's son?"

"Yes, there are also the death certificates of his wife and mother." Su Fei said lightly, "I remember that the three of them passed away because they met an out-of-control ability user."

Li Feng nodded, "This incident made a big fuss. Later, it was discovered that the capable person was out of control because he was caught doing human experiments. Later, Shi Cunxi was the one who led the investigation and punishment of those laboratories."

"He's not Shi Cunxi's own son." Su Fei laughed, "I finally crawled out of the coffin, thinking I'd saved my life, but it turned out that the life I got back was not meant to be thrown out."

Li Feng put the death certificate back on the table, "I will investigate this matter."

Su Fei: "Be careful with your actions, and that Shi Yi should also pay more attention. Those laboratory data ended up in Shi Cunxi's hands, so we have to find a way to trick him into handing it over..."

Back at Beifeng's home, Fang Jing always felt a little awkward, as some of the usual objects were not placed in the places he remembered.Getting along with family members always feels unnatural, like acting.But remembering that Chawen told himself this is the case, don't doubt it.

The most important thing is that after waking up, he always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't think of anything after thinking about it. Every time he wanted to call someone, but the name came to his mouth, but he forgot it.

It's like everything is the same as before, but it's like everything is different from before.

Also, my father's attitude towards me has become more and more strange. The strict father in my previous impression has become a loving father, and his attitude towards myself has become more gentle, and he is no longer picky and dissatisfied with everything.

Fang Jing couldn't find the reason, he could only attribute it to the fact that his life was hanging by a thread this time, which really shocked his old father, and only then did he change.

"Brother? What's wrong with you?"

Fang Jing came back to his senses, looked at the little boy lying on his lap, reached out and stroked his hair and said, "It's okay, I'm a little sleepy."

The little boy is called Fang Min. He was born to his stepmother Zhang Shu after his father remarried. The family of four has been living together.

Although everyone said so, Fang Jing didn't have any memories of living in this family, and he didn't feel familiar with his family.

He is here, as if he is a guest.

"Dajing, Minmin has eaten." Zhang Shu opened the door, and found that the younger one was lying on the older one, both of them had their eyes closed, and fell asleep at some point.

She sighed and said loudly: "I got up and ate, and now I can't sleep at night."

Zhang Shu is a gentle woman, even if she is too strict with Fang Jing, her stepson, she is impeccable. When she should be gentle, she should be gentle and when she should be strict, she is no different from Fang Min's attitude.

Fang Heng sat at the dining table and watched the news, and waited for the four of them to be together before using his chopsticks to eat.

"By the way, your student status has been transferred. You will be ready to go to school on Monday. The third year of high school has a heavier task. If you feel unwell, tell Dad."

Fang Jing nodded.

Fang Min took a chopstick of meat and gave it to Fang Jing, "Eat more."

Fang Jing was taken aback, as if someone had said this to him, but when he thought about that person's face, he couldn't remember anything.

He suppressed the strong sense of strangeness in his heart, and comforted himself that it was the sequelae of the car accident, so don't think about it, but the sense of emptiness often came inadvertently.

Fang Jing could confirm that there was something missing around him, but he couldn't tell what was missing.

Fang Heng saw his insanity. After dinner, Fang Heng stopped him and asked tentatively: "Is there still time to go back to Fude to see your friends on the weekend? Is there anyone in particular you want to see?"

It seemed that there was a name that was about to blurt out, but Fang Jing couldn't remember it. He was a little irritable, and he frowned and thought for a while, but there was no result, so he shook his head and said lightly: "No, I don't have any friends in Fude. Is there anyone you want to see."