Repeatedly jumping on the edge of death

On the outskirts of the Southern District, this is a land where no one has set foot, wild flowers are everywhere, and the branches grow wildly. No one prunes them deliberately, and let them grow by themselves.

There is no hustle and bustle of the city here, only the sporadic chirping of birds. Shi Lian parked his car far away from the cemetery, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of this place.

Su An's tombstone is placed in the innermost part, where the flowers bloom more colorfully. Su An likes flowers very much, and he likes all kinds of flowers.

But from the beginning of the illness, the physical fitness has been declining, and in the end, just touching it will cause rashes all over the body.

Don't worry now, he is lying in the flowers, living with his favorite flowers, and the picture of Suan on the tombstone looks very sunny.

This was a photo taken a long time ago. At that time, Su An was not very thin, with a round face, holding his favorite yellow wildflower in his hand.

Shi Lian squatted in front of Su An's tombstone, gently brushed away the dust on it, and put the wild flowers he picked from outside on it.

Su An doesn't like those very formal flowers, he just likes these wild flowers that grow unscrupulously, they can live what they want, live what they want, carefree.

"An'an, I'm sorry." Shi Lian sat in front of the tombstone, his voice was very soft, and a trembling tone could be vaguely heard.

The sun in the distance began to disappear, and a round of bright white light replaced the night lighting, and I sat from afternoon to night unknowingly.

Another severe pain woke An Yi up from the bed, followed by a dizzying smell of alcohol, and An Yi opened his eyes wearily.

He wanted to push away the person who was pressing on him as much as possible, but before he could touch anything, he was imprisoned by a force.

It was too dark around, and An Yi couldn't see clearly, but at least he could feel that his two hands were firmly fixed on the bed, and the range of movement was very limited.

An Yi was panting heavily, the person pressing on him was Shi Lian, he couldn't be more clear, the smell of alcohol all over his body made An Yi's brain ache.

Shi Lian never stopped his movements, and even gradually became presumptuous later on, An Yi couldn't stand the pain, and finally made a sound.

At this time, Shi Lian suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand to gently caress An Yi's face, his gentleness was outrageous.

"An'an, does it hurt?"

An Yi's throat was sore, water drops fell from the end of his eyes, and when Shilian's hand touched a trace of moisture, he bent down and kissed An Yi's eyes lightly.

"Hey, it's okay, I'll take it easy."

Sure enough, Shi Lian's movements were much lighter, but in An Yi's eyes, Shi Lian just regarded him as another person, another person who looked very similar to him, and that person was Su An.

An Yi held back his voice, even though his movements were gentle, he couldn't bear the second injury, the wounds on his legs and under his body were torn open again.

An Yi didn't want to hold back anymore, tears fell like broken beads, and he called Shi Lian's name vaguely in his mouth.

After yelling two or three times, Shi Lian finally got a response, and put his ear softly against An Yi's mouth, only to see An Yi repeating intermittently with his throat stuck.

"I'm An Yi, not your An An."

An Yi closed his eyes, and there was silence waiting for him. After a few seconds, Shi Lian finally got off him, turned around, slammed the door hard and walked out.

Then came the sound of things breaking apart, the sound of glass, jade, and paper being torn apart, all amplified and exploded in An Yi's ears.

An Yi's hands were tied, and it was impossible to cover his ears. Enduring the severe pain in his body, An Yi turned over and buried his whole head in the pillow.

The cries of weak mosquitoes and flies were incompatible with the sound of smashing indiscriminately from the opposite side. After turning over again, the pillow under him was almost wet, crying, and his eyes were swollen.

An Yi lay weakly on the big bed, his throat was so dry that it smoked, and after an unknown amount of time, his eyelids finally fought with fatigue, and he fell asleep drowsily.

When she woke up the next day, the things on her wrist were gone, and there was a brand new black tuxedo on the table. An Yi supported her body and sat up, feeling a little dizzy.

Just as I was about to try to stand up, I suddenly felt a burst of liquid from between my legs, dripping onto the floor.

An Yi glanced at it, then hurriedly crossed his legs, stumbled and ran to the bathroom. Fortunately, the water was hot, so An Yi put the water away and shrank in.

The blood stains and white turbid liquid on his body floated to the surface of the water in a short while, and An Yi changed the water twice before washing off his body.

Still not walking smoothly, An Yi limped to the table, looked at the neatly ironed tuxedo, with a wry smile on his lips.

His head was dizzy, as if he had drunk wine, but he wiped his forehead and found that it was very hot. An Yi glanced at the table, but luckily there was water, otherwise he would die of thirst in this room.

After taking a sip or two, Shi Lian pushed open the door and walked in, An Yi, who was relaxed, was taken aback by Shi Lian.

"Come out when you're done."

"Um"

An Yi responded, turned his back, drank a few more mouthfuls of water, and then walked out following Shi Lian's pace.

The car outside was already on fire, and the driver was An Yi, who hadn't seen the old housekeeper for a long time.

When I got in the car, I saw the old butler sighed indistinctly, and An Yi didn't pay much attention to it, his head was swollen terribly now.

He didn't dare to tell Shilian, now that Shilian is still angry, it's better not to provoke him, and he also knows why Shilian can keep him after such a thing happened, it's just that he looks like that person.

Along the way, Shi Lian didn't say a word, and An Yi also lowered his head, trying his best to relieve his headache symptoms.

Shilian has a reception today, which is an entertaining reception held by a wealthy businessman.

After the housekeeper sent the person to the destination, he drove to the parking lot and waited. An Yi followed behind Shi Lian and entered the venue. He was like an animal in a cage for people to watch.

The eyes of these people wanted to take them off and stick them to An Yi's body, An Yi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by these eyes, and Jiao Xia couldn't help speeding up to keep up with Shilian.

After walking a few steps, An Yi felt something was wrong, and when he raised his head, Shi Lian disappeared.

An Yi suddenly panicked, he had never been to this place, and he didn't know where to go next.

For a moment, An Yi stood there at a loss.

"Little friend? What should I call it?" A guy with a big belly suddenly appeared in front of An Yi.

"Have a glass of wine?" The big belly put the wine glass into An Yi's hand: "Are you alone?"

An Yi didn't speak, but nodded along the way, his eyes were still looking for Shilian's figure, he didn't like this kind of place, now it seems that seeing Shilian is seeing redemption.

Seeing that An Yi had no intention of refusing, the big belly took a step forward, trying to hug An Yi's waist, but the next second, this movement was interrupted by a soft voice.

"Mr. Li, this person is my friend."