he killed himself

Feng Zhen moved in mid-February, but to Chu Yuan's residence.

It's a long story, and it needs to be told slowly.

After the two elders of the Feng family bought the house, they didn't have time to decorate it. They simply painted the walls and laid the floor. The furniture was only a sofa and a bed. Because the kitchen hadn't been used for a long time, many things were already rusted. Feng Zhen could live in it. But at first glance, he knew that there was no way to live comfortably, not to mention that although this place was said to be more convenient for classes, it was really far from the clinic, and he didn't have a car, so commuting to and from work was really troublesome.

Teacher Chu, who cared about the students, pointed out these points one by one, in an orderly manner, and finally saw that the student was quite entangled, so he said that he had a spare room over there, welcome to come, just in time to make some breakfast or something.

Feng Zhen knew that the invitation was well-intentioned, but he knew in his heart the friendship between these few people, so he naturally refused, and Teacher Chu didn't say anything.

Within two days, Teacher Chu had a stomach problem, and his forehead was covered with bean-sized sweat. He grabbed his apprentice's paw and begged him to bring some porridge in the future. After two days in a row, Chu Yuan sent out another invitation. Then he agreed, because the journey to get off work in the morning and evening was too long, not only did he have no time to think, but it also affected the regularity of breakfast.

Most importantly, he found that he still couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and if this continued, let alone life, it would be difficult to even live.

People always need to make some sensible and helpful choices, and now Feng is really such a person.

At first he thought that when he came here, Zhou Chen would always find a reason to come here like he was in the clinic, but unexpectedly lived here until the beginning of March, and it was still quiet all the time. Xiaoheng came here once during the period, he should know He recovered his memory, so he asked if he wanted to play basketball, but after seeing Feng Zhen's muscular appearance, he asked him if he wanted to go out for a walk with the dog together.

"Where did the dog come from?"

Xiaoheng then went to the opposite house and brought out a big golden retriever, "San'er, do you still know him?"

Although Feng Zhen could remember some big things, the car accident still made him forget many small things, such as this dog.But San'er remembered him, and jumped up happily, which really made Feng Zhen feel like there was such a dog once.

"I was raised in Beijing before, but I came back this year."

"Male and female?"

"Sterilized, it doesn't matter."

It makes sense, "You raised?"

It seems that I really don’t remember, so Xiao Heng nodded. Anyway, it doesn’t matter who the dog goes with whoever he sees. “I heard that you have breakfast at 8 o’clock in the morning. Can I hang out from tomorrow?”

"You live near here?" Feng Zhen didn't think the opposite door was Xiao Heng's house, because the way he greeted the housekeeper when he entered was the way of a guest.

"You can live near here." Xiao Heng loosened San'er's leash, and let the dog run casually on the newly sprouted lawn, without the consciousness of walking the dog at all, "Although I said that I visited your house for a few meals a few years ago , but that's not me, if I don't make it up, I feel unbalanced."

The young master of the Wei family has always been a lot of wrong, and it has not changed a bit over the years, but Feng Zhen is a renter and has no right to make decisions, so he asked Chu Yuan.

"That means I agree," Xiao Heng snapped his fingers, walking briskly, "The little money I earned was spent on medical treatment with him, and it should include food and lodging."

Feng Zhen smiled, seeing that the dog was running without a trace, he told Xiao Heng to follow quickly.

"It's okay, he knows the way. I have bad lungs and can't walk fast."

Feng Zhen was surprised. Didn't someone say he wanted to play as soon as he walked in?

"You have to find something to talk about. It depends on your state that you are not half-dead, depressed or something," Xiao Heng is very frank, "Isn't it just the friendship between the two of us because of playing basketball?"

"I don't think we have such a deep friendship. You came to see me, what's the matter?" Dr. Feng, who knew this man's bad nature, added.

Now Xiao Heng was also a little embarrassed, and scratched his nose, "Well... I want to ask what Wang Ke said to you."

What did Wang Ke say?

Feng Zhen thought for a while about the young man who insisted on going out to the beach together that day, and said that his childhood wish was to see the sea, but it was a pity that he had been living in an iron house and rarely had the chance to go out, so he smiled, "I didn't expect it to be Watching the sea for the first time with you."

"I can wait for you outside."

"You are really unfriendly to me. It seems that I shouldn't break through your disguise."

"I was just thinking about something."

"Let's go with the flow," Wang Ke spread out his hands, and ordered 5 skewers of grilled squid, but he didn't want beer, so as not to lose his mind after drinking, and Xiao Heng snatched his body. "He and I have been fighting for this body. From the time I have memories of this world.”

"Everything comes first."

Wang Ke laughed, his voice was overwhelmed by the sound of the waves and shattered into pieces, "How do you know that I didn't come first?"

"It's quite fantasy." Xiao Heng whistled and called San'er over, "Wang Ke knows you quite well."

"We've played together a few times."

There was a smell of fresh earth in the air, click, a mask cracked like ice at this moment, Xiao Heng's face was smiling harmlessly to humans and animals, but it made people chill, "Then tell me, why am I here How about this world longer?"

"Is it related to me?"

"Ah, it doesn't matter."

Spring came very quickly. In Xiaoheng's words, in the blink of an eye, the land and trees were covered with a layer of green hair.

Zhou Chen felt as if spring was coming after winter, but the people beside him didn't answer. He was looking out of the window quietly, his eyes reflected the branches of phoenix trees all the way, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It was a combination of various reasons that we were able to go out together today. Joe was taken away by the language teacher alone, and it happened that the two of them could walk together.

"How long has it been since you came here?" Someone persisted.

"I've been here last fall, and my mom likes these places better."

"People who came from that era believed in these more."

Feng Zhen just nodded and didn't answer.

Today's arrangement is to go to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. He always remembers that Feng Zhen likes this place very much. When he was a graduate student here, he always came here once a month. It was a sport and a memory of the historical years.

The car drove to the middle of the mountain, and they went up together, talking very little all the way, Zhou Chen sometimes wanted to find a word, but seeing that Feng Zhen didn't have any desire to talk, he walked a little closer to this person, more Smell this man's breath.

So when Feng Zhen paused, he bumped into it.

"It hurts." He held his nose.

Seeing that his nose was fine, Feng Zhen apologized, "Go ahead."

"I'll go to the side."

The two big men don't need to worry too much about this kind of thing, Feng Zhen just walked beside him, "Do you often come here?"

"Oh..." Zhou Chen was a little surprised that Feng Zhen started the topic first, and he was a little excited, and suddenly felt the excitement of a boy's first love, "No, don't come here very often, I will come to see when grandpa is around, he worked hard in that era When I come here, I often feel that I can see the changes in the whole country from here.”

Grandpa Zhou Chen was an early public student studying abroad. He served as a soldier, had experience with guns, and set up a military industry. Later, he went into business and escaped the most turbulent years in the country. Later, when he returned home, his old friends went away. Wuchang, he often helped these friends. The Chu family got the old man's help in the early days, and it was only after the reform that they caught up with the foundation.

However, for Feng Zhen, he felt that he was a good old man. When he was with Zhou Chen, the old man's attitude was not as tough as that of the Zhou family, but he had a serious talk with him about the current domestic situation. Situation and their mutual identities, planning their future life, and insinuating about how virtuous his grandson is, it is a pity that he thought he had found the love at that time, but he didn't listen carefully, "When did grandpa leave?" Realizing that it is inappropriate to call him grandpa, but the other party replied with sparkling eyes, "In July 17, I was busy with Bosheng's C round of financing, and I was in a meeting when I received the call."

Maybe this person's mood is too low, maybe there are too many steps in Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Feng Zhen slowed down and got closer to him.

"He walked away quite peacefully. His mother was by his side, and you were awake too. Although you didn't go abroad to study as you expected, you will soon graduate with a Ph.D." , only for Feng Zhen, he used a lot of relationships, "After you woke up, he always wanted to see you, but he knew that you forgot a lot of things, so he didn't bother you anymore."

The situation in the country was tense in those few years, and Feng Zhen could hardly imagine what kind of consciousness such an old man had. "No wonder he just woke up not long ago, and he was studying for a Ph. D. at Teacher Dao Chu's place."

"You are also capable, after all, you got an offer from Columbia University at that time."

At that time, Feng Zhen didn't want to mention many things. After asking where the old man was buried, Zhou Chen took the opportunity to say that he would go to burn incense during the Qingming Festival. Let's go there together. After all, it is convenient to go back and forth with a car outside Jinling City.

Feng Zhen didn't refuse, since the past was uncovered, those who have been kind to him can never forget each other.

Both of them are quite familiar with this place. When they go up and down the stairs, Zhou Chen is going to visit the Meiling Palace, "I was with you the first time I came here, but unfortunately the door was not opened that time, do you remember?"

Feng Zhen pondered.

It was not long after Feng Zhen arrived in Nanjing to study for graduate school, Xiao Heng asked him to play with him, and there were Yi Zheng and Zhou Chen in the company.

It was supposed to be playing golf, but a few people got bored very quickly, so they came here for a walk before closing the door.Although those three people lived in Nanjing all the year round, they talked about Nanjing's historical development, but they were not familiar with these scenic spots. When they arrived at the intersection, Feng Zhen became the guide.

Xiao Heng dragged Yi Zheng to hurry up and go to Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, and Feng Zhen came to Meiling Palace according to Zhou Chen's demand.When a man travels to famous historical places, he will habitually talk about the history of China during the Anti-Japanese War, analyze various possibilities, and then talk about the gossip about Lao Jiang and his wife, and finally find that the two did not know where they went.

I had no choice but to take the small car in the garden to Meiling Palace, but missed the time.It was autumn at that time, and the leaves of the sycamore tree were red or yellow, changing colors under the setting sun, giving people a sense of peace in the world.

It was also that day that Zhou Chen kissed him, those European-style pupils were so affectionate, and he said, "I like you."

"Why?" Feng Zhen said.

The facial features of the handsome young man under the afterglow of the setting sun overlapped with the handsome and quiet young man under the sunlight of early spring. Those black pupils were serious and focused, reflecting a complete him. For a moment, Zhou Chen couldn't tell when, "I I really like you, Feng Zhen."

"Why do you like me now?"

"You are Feng Zhen, aren't you?"

"I'm not anymore, he's already dead." Feng Zhen shook his head, his face was still extremely serious, and he stayed away from him, "Zhou Chen, take a closer look, do I still have a little similarity with the former Feng Zhen? "

"Can he come back?"

Feng Zhen couldn't answer this question, but he had expectations and said with a smile, "I hope he won't come back."