Repeatedly jumping on the edge of death

Bai Su huddled in a corner, wearing only a large white T-shirt, the blood on it had already turned dark brown.

Looking carefully, some new flesh on the wrist was almost stuck to the shackles. With a light pull, the flesh and skin were torn off from the iron chain. Repeatedly, some flesh began to stink and rot on the skin.

The assistant looked at Bai Su's appearance, and felt very calm in his heart, but facing Shi Lian's actions, he still felt chills behind his back.

Seeing that Shilian was pushing the wheelchair to leave, Bai Su had given up hope of being alive, and yelled directly at Shilian: "Shilian! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Shi Lian stopped the wheelchair, turned his head, his eyes were like an abyss, so cold that people shivered, and his tone was unquestionable: "Don't worry, I will let you not even have the chance to be a ghost."

The assistant pushed Shi Lian out, and Bai Su's yelling and cursing behind him became louder and louder, but Shi Lian didn't show any expression, but the assistant wanted to go back and slap Bai Su twice!

It wasn't until he reached the door that Shi Lian slowly opened his mouth: "When sending it over, remember to cut off what shouldn't be there, it's too much talking."

The assistant swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Yes, I got it!"

In the past few days, Shi Lian has been staying at home for rehabilitation training because his legs have not fully recovered. At the beginning, he would fall when he took a few steps, and sometimes he could make himself laugh when he was angry. Now he is really like a three-year-old child Learn to walk.

After more than a week, the situation gradually improved. The blood circulation in the legs accelerated, and with exercise, normal walking was no longer a problem.

The company's operations have also skyrocketed since the calm period, and those who only look at petty profits are now coming together to pretend to be nice.

Shi Lian finished the meeting with his head up, sitting in the office like a corpse. In the past three months, although the assistant had handled most of the things, he couldn't compare with those veterans galloping in the killing field.

"Sir, coffee." The assistant put the freshly ground coffee in front of Shi Lian.

Shi Lian was about to pick up the cup, but his eyes glanced at the mobile phone on the table. These days, he was under too much mental pressure. When he closed his eyes several times, he could always see An Yi's face.

Shi Lian put down the ordinary cup in his hand, took the phone by accident and clicked on the name of An Yi in the address book.

"Hi, the number you dialed is off, please try again later"

There was a burst of girls on the other side of the phone, Shi Lian frowned slightly, hung up his phone, turned to look at the assistant: "Give me the phone."

Learning from the previous experience, the assistant quickly unlocked the lock screen and placed it on the dial page. His fingers were quick, and he had already memorized An Yi's number.

"Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."

Shi Lian's face became gloomy again, and the assistant was completely bewildered, standing next to Shi Lian in a panic.

"Go outside and find someone's mobile phone." Shi Lian didn't believe it, and spoke again.

"Okay." The assistant put the tray in his hand on the cabinet behind him, and rushed out after three steps and two steps.

Within a minute, the assistant came back with the mobile phone. When Shi Lian pressed the last number, his hands paused: "Get out!"

The assistant is ecstatic, just waiting for your words, I will go out right away!

This time, the call was finally connected. Unexpectedly, An Yi directly dragged him into the blacklist.

The phone rang for a while, and the other party finally connected. Before he could even speak, there was a burst of children's laughter and the voice of another strange man on the other end of the phone.

"Hello, who are you?" An Yi's voice finally appeared in Shilian's ears, as if healed the upturned scar in Shilian's heart.

"Where are you?"

An Yi was puzzled for a while, looking at the phone on the phone screen, he didn't recognize it: "Hello, sir, who are you?"

"An Yi!" Shi Lian's voice suddenly rose sharply, but he realized something was wrong, and his voice weakened again: "Sorry, it's me."

In fact, when An Yi heard the first roar, he wanted to hang up the phone subconsciously, but when he heard the last sentence, he still suppressed his thoughts.

"What's the matter?" An Yi's voice was calm.

"Can you come out and talk?"

An Yi paused, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "Sir, I have nothing to talk to you about."

Shi Lian's hand holding the phone tightened slightly: "Sorry, things are not what you think..."

"Sir, I don't care what happened, so I don't need to talk about the past. It's been a long time."

When An Yi interrupted what he wanted to say, he didn't even realize it. When he said these words, his voice was still a little trembling.

"So, promise me one last time, let's talk." Shi Lian lowered his head, rubbing Tiaochu's temples, and this was the first time he talked to others like this.

An Yi was stunned for a moment, and the dandelion he was playing with was blown to nothing but a stump.

"You...are that Shilian?"

Shi Lian was startled, then recalled the words in An Yi's notebook, and said truthfully, "I'm not."

An Yi was silent for a while on the other side of the phone, then opened his mouth: "Where do you want to meet?"

A gleam flashed in Shilian's eyes, and there was a hint of joy in his tone: "I'll send you the location."

"it is good"

After An Yi finished speaking and was about to hang up the phone, Shi Lian heard other voices.

"Uncle Ning, I need a hug!"

Before he even opened his mouth to ask, the phone was hung up.

"What's the matter? You don't look happy, who called?" Funing asked An Yi, holding the child in his hands.

"It's okay, I made a mistake."

Shi Lian looked at the phone that had been hung up, his brows almost wrinkled, and the temperature around him seemed to drop by one degree.

Who is Uncle Ning?Among the people An Yi knew, there was only one person with the word Ning in his name.

An Yi and Funing together?

The more Shi Lian thought about it, the more obvious the anger in his eyes became, but in the end he was still sullen all by himself, and sent An Yi the address of the cafe.

The cafe is on a street in the middle of the tenth district, and there are not many people inside. An Yi came ten minutes earlier, and he didn't want to see Shi Lian sitting there waiting for him.

But he still made a mistake, Shi Lian actually came earlier than him, An Yi remained expressionless, and An An sat opposite Shi Lian.

"What do you want to talk about?" An Yi looked at Shi Lian and opened his mouth. In fact, he was still a little nervous, and his palms were already sweating.

Although he had been with Shi Lian for so long, he still couldn't figure out Shi Lian's character. What he said to Shi Lian these days was like walking back and forth on the verge of death.

"You live with Fu Ning." Shi Lian used a declarative sentence, but he still didn't understand the voice on the phone just now: "Do you still have children?"

The corners of An Yi's mouth twitched, and the corners of his eyes were teasing: "Sir, there are ten."