Repeatedly jumping on the edge of death

An Yi didn't look back, the newly developed area was to the north, and within a few minutes of walking, there were only An Yi and a few speeding sports cars left on the street.

Turning a corner forward, the assistant also turned in. Coincidentally, An Yi stood upright in front of the car, and the assistant stepped on the brakes in fright.

An Yi put the things in his hands on the ground, rubbed the strangle marks on his palms, walked to the front of the car, bowed and knocked on the glass.

The assistant glanced at Shilian, then rolled down the window. An Yi put on a polite smile and said to the assistant, "Hello, sir, it is against the law to follow people."

The assistant didn't know what to reply to An Yi for a moment. The current situation was so embarrassing that he was scratching his feet. After all, they were the ones who followed him first.

Shi Lian raised his eyes to look at An Yi, frowned slightly, and lowered the window on his side with his slender fingers.

"Where are you going?"

An Yi turned his gaze to Shi Lian, instinctively, he was still afraid, he could always be frightened by Shi Lian's sudden look.

"Sir, you don't seem to care where I go." An Yi still maintained a polite smile, but in fact, he was already trembling with fear.

For three months, there was no news from time to time, and there was no news from the outside world. At the beginning of these three months, An Yi was still a little uncomfortable, and he had the same nightmare almost every night.

But after a long time, the days became extremely dull, and there was no need to worry secretly every day because of pleasing others. The days that should have continued like this were broken by a phone call that had been sealed for a long time.

Shi Lian suddenly felt that An Yi seemed to have become a little strange, everything had changed, but nothing had changed. Suddenly, Shi Lian's gaze fell on An Yi's ear.

The earlobe of the right ear has grown new flesh, and the original ear hole is now invisible.

"Sorry." Shi Lian subconsciously opened his mouth and apologized.

An Yi's body also trembled without a trace, and then immediately regained his composure, his voice was light: "What are you sorry for?"

Shi Lian wanted to say too much in his heart, his emotions twisted together, the words he wanted to say were dismantled and reassembled in his mind, he didn't know how to say it for a while, he could only open his mouth halfway, but couldn't make a sound.

An Yi only waited for a second, then gave up. In the past, he would have been waiting for Shi Lian to say what he wanted to say, but now, there is no need.

"Is there anything else, sir? If there's nothing else, I'll go first." An Yi put on a smile, turned around and left.

"An Yi!" Shi Lian called out, "I'll see you off."

An Yi turned his head, the expression on his face remained the same, and it seemed that he would not change: "I don't have time to play any Mr. Nice games with you. I still have a lot of things to do. I'm sorry to bother you. Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, An Yi ignored what Shi Lian wanted to say or his expression, picked up the things in front of the car and turned around, without looking at any part of Shi Lian's body.

The assistant glanced at An Yi, then looked back at Shi Lian: "Sir, are you still following me?"

Shi Lian hadn't recovered from An Yi's words, and he hurriedly agreed when the assistant called again: "No need, let's go back."

Shi Lian looked at the ever-changing scenery outside the window, he should be very angry now, but he couldn't get angry at all, these three months have tortured him too much, he obviously wanted to get up from the bed, his consciousness was clearly clear, but he just couldn't move .

Complicated emotions began to spread in his mind. He tried many ways to get the assistant's attention, but in the end, he couldn't even move a little finger.

In the beginning, his mind was almost occupied by anger every day. After a long time, time became a good medicine for calming anger. He began to gradually put himself into the role of An Yi.

He found that the current self was very similar to An Yi, even if he tried his best, he still couldn't see the attention of the people he wanted to see.

After a few days, I couldn't take it anymore. How long did An Yi wait, a year?Or two years?

Shi Lian felt that he was a bit inhuman, why didn't he give him a chance to explain, maybe the current situation wouldn't exist.

Seeing the car heading towards the hospital, Shi Lian opened his mouth at this moment: "Go home directly."

The assistant was still a little worried about Shilian's health: "Sir, your body hasn't recovered yet, why don't you rest in the hospital for a few days?"

"Go home." Shi Lian closed his eyes, his voice was weak, but irresistible.

The assistant sighed inwardly, and after leaving the boss at the door of the house, he got out of the car to move out the wheelchair behind him.

It's closer than my own mother.

The house assistant would come to clean it every week. When Shilian entered, it was still very clean without any dust. He glanced at the room and subconsciously looked towards the second floor.

Shi Lian tried to stand up, but the muscles in his legs hadn't fully recovered, and it was still a bit difficult to stand up, so the assistant stepped forward to help Shi Lian.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Can you help me go upstairs?" Shi Lian asked.

Originally, it only took more than ten seconds to go upstairs, but Shi Lian took more than a minute abruptly.

Shi Lian stopped in front of the door of the small room, and paused: "Go down and wait for me."

"What about your legs?" the assistant asked worriedly.

"It's nothing serious, you go down first"

The assistant couldn't resist Shi Lian, so he had no choice but to lean Shi Lian against the door, and walked out by himself in three steps.

Shi Lian pushed open the door, and the sunlight brought the dust in the air to the eyes. The short moment of life was seen by people because it was illuminated by the sunlight.

The bed was a monotonous light blue color, and it was tidy. Shi Lian remembered that most of An Yi's usual clothes were also blue in tone.

Shi Lian supported the wall and moved slowly, everything on the table was arranged as if it was born there, Shi Lian pulled out the stool and made it.

Finally, I can rest for a while. This is the cold season, but now my back is sweating a lot.

There is also a faint scent of roses in the room, which is always comforting and makes one want to swallow it all.

Shi Lian recalled the scene before An Yi left again. That night, almost his own unilateral atrocities, was overwhelmed by anger, or swallowed by desire, Shi Lian didn't want to recall any more.

This room still retains the scene from that night, the drawers are half open, and the things inside are clearly visible.

It was the box given to An Yi to hold the dagger, which he specially made for An Yi at that time. An Yi liked roses, but he himself had spikes all over his body, so there was a rose on the box that was entwined with thorns.

Shi Lian took out the box, it was still a bit heavy, shook it lightly, there seemed to be something inside, after hesitating for a long time, Shi Lian still slowly opened the box.

Inside was a small notebook, and a stack of folded papers, many, almost as tall as the box.