drowning tide

Fei Chuan felt himself floating in a boundless darkness.

Weightlessness was a disturbing thing, and the more he tried to find a foothold, the farther he would drift.Am I dreaming?Such questions and certain emotions flashed through his mind, like a slippery loach, which he couldn't catch at all.

At a certain moment, the darkness surrounding him dissipated like duckweed on the water surface, revealing the hidden picture.

It was a cloudless sunny day, as if it had rained last night, the air was filled with damp water vapor and the smell of mud, and someone was walking towards them.

This is a very handsome man, with extraordinary grace in every gesture... These are not the point, the point is that he recognizes this person, this person is the still young Luo Guanying.

If this is the case, the boy Luo Guanying is leading should be...

"Luo Yi."

The name itself is a taboo, the bright sunlight melts away, leaving behind a dim afterimage, and the chirping birds turn into another more melodious rhythm.

It was the violin, and if he remembered correctly, the woman playing the violin was of mixed race, with skin as soft as olive oil and long, black curly hair.

He was startled to find himself in a bar—not just any bar, but the one he and this man frequented when they were in their twenties.

"How does it feel to have a baby?"

He stared at the side face of that person, obviously he was used to seeing the eyebrows and eyes, but for some reason, as if separated by a hazy layer of mist, no matter how you looked at it, it was very strange.

"It's not good." The man turned his face, his thin lips curved into a mocking and cold arc, "Stupid and dumb, and very stubborn, it annoys me."

"Just throw it away if you hate it so much, and it's not your kind." He said half-truthfully, "I don't like that kid either, he looks like a saw-mouth gourd, he can't speak two words a day, but who knows he What's on your mind, will you jump up and bite you?"

"It won't, the boy can't do such an ungrateful thing."

He raised his eyebrows, "Ingratitude? Are you ashamed to say it? I don't understand why you didn't tell him the truth directly, and insisted on making him treat you as a mother-killing enemy. In my opinion, if you go on like this, something will happen sooner or later."

"Because I don't like him." The man shook the wine in the glass, ignored his shocked eyes, and continued, "I don't know how to face him. I know it's not his fault, but those things are too complicated I can't stop angering him..."

"I don't understand you. If you really hate him so much, send him away. Why do two people torture each other every day?"

"Sometimes I don't understand myself."

He snorted, picked up his cup and waited for the man's second sentence.

"I don't like him, but I don't hate him either...at least for now."

"You have said that, then I will treat him in my own way."

"sorry to bother you."

The song that he could hum slowly after listening to it countless times came to an end, and the surrounding scenery became blurred again.

This time he was in the not-so-pure darkness, and his whole body was in pain, especially the place where he was shot in the abdomen. If it were a younger him, he would probably yell.

"I am leaving."

He heard someone say that to him.do not go.He reached out anxiously, trying to grab the man's sleeve.Don't go, don't go, let me go instead of you.

Even though his desire is so strong, that person is still moving away from him.

"Hopefully your fever will be gone by the time I get back." The man paused. "Good night and sweet dreams."

·

"You...!" Fei Chuan panted and opened his eyes.

He was sweating like a drowning man, his throat was sore as if it had been burned, and it hurt badly after only a few syllables.

The terrible, suffocating emotion still remained in his limbs and bones, making it difficult for him to distinguish the boundary between reality and fantasy. He lay numbly on the bed, waiting for this terrible emptiness and despair to subside.

But no, he couldn't wait for the moment when he was relieved, there was only one thought left in his mind, that was that he was going to do something, he had to do it...

"Don't move."

Someone was sitting on the edge of his hospital bed, one hand was holding down all his movements, his blurred vision drifted in that direction, and he called out that name subconsciously.

"... Ah Yi?"

This time it's not a dream.Everything remains the same, and the best evidence is that it has not suddenly shattered and disappeared.

With a trace of inexplicable luck and ecstasy, the hazy vision gradually focused, and the face of that person gradually became clear.

This is not the person he wants to see, the person he wants to see is already...

"I'm sorry, I'm not him." Yi Huai knew who he mistook himself for, but he had to shatter his illusion.

Fei Chuan slowly closed his eyes, as if refusing to accept this reality.

He said hoarsely, "That's it, I got the wrong person."

Yi Huai withdrew his hand and asked softly, "Do you want some water?"

Fei Chuan didn't nod or shake his head, he stood up on his own initiative and poured a glass of warm water, first dipped it with a cotton swab to wet Fei Chuan's dry lips, then supported his back with one hand, letting half of his body Put all the weight on your arms to avoid straining your waist and abdomen, and then lift him up slowly.

"Slow down, don't choke."

He didn't ask Fei Chuan why he mistook himself for that person.As a brother, he is nothing like Luo Yi, so he must have dreamed of something that he cannot tell him.

After drinking the water, Fei Chuan lay back on the bed again, staring blankly at the ceiling, "You got it."

He used an affirmative sentence, Yi Huai lowered his eyes, "I see."

"I'm sorry for what you said, it's his fault." Fei Chuan laughed sullenly, "It's also my fault, I didn't..."

"You sleep for a while. I ran out like this even though my injuries were not healed. I...was very worried." Yi Huai, who wanted to ask other questions, swallowed those questions abruptly, and replaced them with this sentence.

Why was Wu Yichun the one he was waiting for? Because Fei Chuan was injured and couldn't go to see him in person... As for the deeper reason, he just knew it in his heart, and there was no need to disturb Fei Chuan's recovery.

"I'm worried about you..." I'm worried about you.

In the past, "worry" was the least likely word to appear between him and Fei Chuan—the two people who look at each other and hate each other, if there is not someone between them, probably they will never get along in harmony in this life possible.

Fei Chuan pulled up the quilt to cover his head, but he didn't laugh at his self-indulgence as usual.

Yi Huai didn't speak any more, he didn't plan to stay here for too long, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong with him, he stood up and walked out.

"what are you going to do?"

The person hiding under the quilt suddenly asked a question, and Yi Huai who had already reached the door stopped.

Yi Huai didn't look back, because there was no need for it, "Go and finish what he didn't finish."

His voice was cold and resolute like never before, which made Fei Chuan lose his mind for a moment.

This was not the Yi Huai he remembered, but another person, someone who was nothing like him.

— to finish what I have to do.

Many years ago, a young man who had just lost his father seemed to say the same thing to him. What did he reply at that time, was it "I'm going with you" or "You and I", he couldn't remember, even if he did Not much use either.

Just as Fei Chuan lost his mind, Yi Huai sighed, "Is there anything else you want to say to me? If not, I'll leave."

"No more, let's go."

The door closed with a soft sound, as if it hit Fei Chuan's heart directly, and the pain that he had finally relieved a little bit revived again.

He knew what Yi Huai was going to do, and he also knew that he should stop him, tell him not to be too sad, not impulsive, just like usual, let him not show such a scary expression.

But he didn't have the strength to do so, because it wasn't just Yi Huai's wish, no one in this world hated that woman more than him.

"Ayi..."

·

After leaving the hospital, Yi Huai rested his forehead against the car window.

Before, there was too pale lights in the hospital to cover up, but now there is nothing to cover up his pale face.

Thinking of the familiar yet unfamiliar face of the person under the white cloth, the corners of his eyes were flushed, but no tears flowed when he looked carefully.

He Kun, who was the driver, didn't say anything, he could only drive the car as steadily as possible, so as not to make him suffer more because of the bumpy road.

He asked Yi Huai if he wanted to call that person, and Yi Huai smiled, his smile was a little bleak, "He has his own things to do, let's go to him later, I will go to him later. I can't do anything All I think about is relying on him.”

"arrive."

Probably Wu Yichun had greeted him in advance, and the guard in charge took a look and let him go.

When they entered the villa, there was a locked secret door under the stairwell on the first floor. He Kun opened the door with the first key given by Wu Yichun, revealing a steep and narrow staircase that only allowed one person to pass through.

The two went down one after the other, the space below was open, except for the aisle, there were two doors.

Thinking of what Wu Yichun said, Yi Huai used the second key to open the door on the left. As soon as the door was opened, a strong and disgusting smell of blood came over his face.

In the dark room, the silhouette of a person could be vaguely seen. Yi Huai pressed the switch on the wall to let the bright light shine in, and everything was invisible.

In the center of the room was a woman tied to a chair. The woman's body was covered with half-dried sticky blood, especially her hands. The original color of her skin could not be seen at all.

"Long time no see, Aunt Mo."

Yi Huai's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder on the ground to the dull woman.

She came back to life in an instant, and repeated a sentence in panic, "He...how is he?"

It's okay not to mention this, but Yi Huai's expression turned cold when he mentioned that person, "Don't you know best about him?"