Ji Fanyang opened his mouth wide but couldn't find a voice. He stared blankly at the homeless man, his heart that had been hanging for half a month slammed to the ground, he gasped for breath, and then he found his voice: " Lu, Lu Hui?"

The lights in the stairwell flickered twice, and the flickering light was the only movement in the frozen atmosphere.

"Hmm...Happy birthday?" Lu Hui's beard moved and seemed to be smiling.

Ji Fanyang's eyes blushed suddenly, and he quickly stepped forward to care about Dirty and hugged Lu Hui: "You're finally back."

Lu Hui stood stiffly on the spot, well, he really didn't expect Ji Fanyang to be able to do it in such a way.

Chapter 42 Conversation

Ji Fanyang grabbed Lu Hui's arm with one hand, and took out the key in his pocket to open the door with the other hand, for fear that Lu Hui would run away accidentally.

Lu Hui stood helplessly beside Ji Fanyang, his obsidian-like pupils looked at the young man's profile, a bit empty and desolate.

The door was pushed open, revealing a familiar atmosphere and familiar furniture. Lu Hui stood behind the door frame and slowly rolled his eyes to look around, like a wolf dog that had not returned home for a long time.

Ji Fanyang stepped on the doormat, moved his steps to wipe the dust off the soles of his shoes, turned his head and greeted him, "Come in."

"Yeah." Lu Hui lifted his foot to the floor, making a slight "click" sound, like the paw of some kind of dog rubbing against a stone.

Ji Fanyang quickly walked into the bedroom and opened the cabinet, not forgetting to explain to Lu Hui who had just entered the door: "Go take a shower and don't touch the furniture."

Lu Hui took a nose and looked a little wronged. Just now, the young man hugged him so dirty that he turned his head and stopped him from touching the furniture.

"Also," Ji Fanyang took out the razor and placed it in a conspicuous place, and emphasized warningly, "Shave the beard."

"...Oh." Lu Hui took off his tattered coat to reveal a tattered shirt, Ji Fanyang pointed at him: "Throw it all out, don't put it on the floor."

"...I can get in only if I get naked at the door?" Lu Hui raised his eyebrows.

Ji Fanyang smirked, revealing neat and white teeth: "Yes."

"..." Lu Hui walked slowly to the door, took off his dirty pants, put his clothes in a big plastic bag, and watched Ji Fanyang throw the plastic bag into the blue giant garbage can.

"Shorts too...?" Lu Hui asked.

Ji Fanyang walked back and closed the door, shaking his head reluctantly: "Throw the panties in the bathroom trash can, and there are new ones on the washing machine."

"I thought you wanted to see it." Lu Hui teased, "I will try my best to meet any conditions."

"Shut up and go take a shower." Ji Fanyang rolled his eyes, "I'm very moved."

Lu Hui stroked his greasy beard, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.

The sound of rushing water sounded, Ji Fanyang sat on the sofa, rubbed his temples, his hands covered his entire face, he let out a long sigh of relief, his muscles relaxed, and his nerves that had been tense for days were relieved. He squinted, half leaned on the sofa, listening to the continuous sound of water, and was about to fall asleep in a daze.

Lu Hui stood under the shower, the white foam of the body wash covered his body, the lightness and joy on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by confusion and doubt.

He rinsed off the lather and washed his hair carefully twice. There are many thin cracks on his fingers, and the water is a dense needle-like pain. Every time he raises his hand, his fingertips tremble slightly, and many complicated and illogical pictures flashed past his eyes, like He couldn't catch the fleeting lightning hidden in the dark clouds, let alone understand it.

After rinsing, Lu Hui wiped away the water droplets with a bath towel, stood in front of the sink and carefully shave, leaving a cyan stubble on his chin, he was always reluctant to shave it all.

When he walked into the living room in his new pajamas, Ji Fanyang squinted his eyes and slowly turned to look at him, looking very sleepy.

Lu Hui took a seat beside Ji Fanyang: "Hey."

"Well..." Ji Fanyang tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, his tan pupils looked extra soft against the dim light of the wall lamp, "You look much more pleasing to the eye."

Lu Hui, who had just taken a shower, had his hair messed up. The 33-year-old man looked like a 13-year-old boy. The scent of sea salt and lemon scented body wash filled the surroundings, and the cotton blue plaid pajamas neutralized him. of gloom.

"Where did you leave the hospital?" Ji Fanyang sat up straight and turned to look at Lu Hui.

Lu Hui also looked at Ji Fanyang, and the confusion in his eyes climbed up again when he was just bathing. He hesitated and said, "I don't..." His voice was slightly depressed, "I don't remember."

"Don't you remember?" Ji Fanyang repeated in a daze, he frowned and saw the dense wound on Lu Hui's hand, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"This?" Lu Hui raised his hand, the skin at the edge of the wound was white with blisters, "It was there when I woke up."

Ji Fanyang opened the drawer of the coffee table, found the Band-Aid, tore the package, and carefully put it on Lu Hui's finger: "Where did you wake up?"

"My old house, in the woods of the construction site." Lu Hui replied, "I came over."

"So far, you came here?" Ji Fanyang got up and poured a glass of water and handed it to Lu Hui.

Lu Hui took a sip from the water glass and said with a wry smile: "Well, I'm dressed like that, probably no driver would dare to take me?"

"...Yes." Ji Fanyang was reluctantly persuaded. He looked at Lu Hui anxiously, "What do you remember?"

"I..." Lu Hui rolled up his sleeves, revealing his scarred arm. He turned over his wrist, and there was a visible scar on his left wrist, "I seem to be trying to commit suicide."

The scar was ferociously twisted, like an ugly caterpillar embedded in Lu Hui's wrist, Ji Fanyang took a breath, grabbed Lu Hui's wrist and looked at it carefully: "How could you..."

"I will not commit suicide. Suicide is a cowardly act." Lu Hui said.

Ji Fanyang frowned: "You have to see a psychiatrist."

"I'm not going." Lu Hui flatly refused.

"You must go." Ji Fanyang said forcefully, "You have been missing for half a month, attempted suicide, and have memory loss. You must see a psychiatrist. Also, does your sister know that you are back?"

"Don't tell my sister." Lu Hui blurted out, and he looked at Ji Fanyang suspiciously, "I probably don't want her to know."

"You might?" Ji Fanyang frowned.

"I don't know why, but don't tell my sister." Lu Hui withdrew his wrist and covered it tightly with the sleeve of his pajamas. Those flickering pictures and sounds flashed back and forth in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it and couldn't see clearly. , can only rely on intuition to grope.

"Then I'll accompany you to see a psychiatrist." Ji Fanyang said, "There is one in the bureau, follow me to the city bureau tomorrow."

"...Okay." Lu Hui used the gesture of drinking tea to hide his trembling fingers. He didn't want to go to the bureau. His strange intuition reminded him that something bad would happen tomorrow, and the drum-like heartbeat filled his ears. He looked at the young man's brown eyes, and he couldn't say anything when he refused.

"It's very late." Ji Fanyang glanced at the clock and asked worriedly, "You sleep by yourself...isn't there any problem?"

"I'm thirty-three, little boy." Lu Hui put down the cup, and his gentle pupils flowed like gurgling water, "I'll go to sleep after watching TV for a while, you go to bed first, happy birthday."

"Happy birthday to you too." Ji Fanyang blinked, as if thinking of something, he walked quickly into the bedroom, took out a square box, and handed it to Lu Hui, "A birthday present."