Yan Qiu seemed to be trapped in that fire.

The scorching tongues of flames were everywhere, approaching him little by little, and various voices filled his ears, sometimes high-pitched, like calling for help, and sometimes low and mournful, like weeping.

The nasal cavity seemed to be full of smoke and dust, and every breath was stagnant and painful.

He wanted to shout but couldn't speak, wanted to get up but had no strength.

Going through the same dream over and over again, waking up from the attic, and then running downstairs again and again, obviously the door is not far away, but within a short distance, there is no way to escape.

After wandering in this dreamlike dream for an unknown amount of time, Yan Qiu finally woke up.

It seems that the nose can still smell the burning smell of fire, and it seems that all kinds of screams and panicked footsteps can be heard in the ears.

He opened his eyes wide and stared blankly for a moment, then exhaled heavily, and then coughed violently.

Because he was too excited, he trembled with the ventilator on his nose.

"Mr. Yan, are you okay?"

The chaotic voices in his ears subsided like the tide of his awakening, Yan Qiu slowly turned his head, only to realize that there was a strange elder standing beside him at some point.

Yan Qiu wanted to speak, but found that he was wearing a ventilator.

All the strength in body seemed to be sucked out, and couldn't lift a single finger.

"Mr. Yan, you just woke up, don't get excited." The strange man said, introducing himself and his current situation.

Only then did Yan Qiu realize that the man in front of him was surnamed Chen, and he was the housekeeper here.

And the place where he is now turned out to be the hilltop villa that he caught a glimpse of when he went up the mountain.

"A fire broke out in your villa that day. Mr. sent someone to help and rescued you from the fire."

"Your injury is too serious, and it must be too late to send you down the mountain, but fortunately, the place where Mr. stays is equipped with all kinds of first aid equipment and doctors all year round, so I took you here first."

gentlemen?

Yan Qiu wanted to ask who the gentleman he was talking about was?However, as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a breathy sound of "ho ho", and he couldn't make a sound at all.

The housekeeper seemed to have seen through his mind, but he didn't explain it, but just comforted him to cultivate himself.

"Your injury is too serious, so please rest at ease and recuperate first. I will tell you what you want to know after you recover."

Although there are many doubts, Yan Qiu really can't ask anything about the current situation.

I can only nod in agreement.

It has been half a month since Yan Qiu was able to get out of bed.

In the past half a month, he could really feel that his injury was not serious.

More than five doctors come to consult with him every day. Judging from their gray hair and demeanor, they should all be experts.

All kinds of medical equipment worked 24 hours a day to maintain his life. In addition, various medicines were sent to him in a stream.

When Yan Qiu just woke up, he thought that he would die soon, but in just half a month, he was able to go to the ground, and the pain in his stomach had also eased.

This made him can't help but sigh with emotion, it is worthy of money ability.

On the day when he could get out of bed, the first thing Yan Qiu did was to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror.

Seeing this, the butler stopped him hesitantly. It was the first time Yan Qiu saw such a rich expression on the butler's face since he woke up.

So he sensed something almost immediately, and asked, "Is there a problem?"

The butler didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly, with a touch of pity in his kind eyes.

"I still hope you can make preparations in advance," said the butler.

Hearing this, Yan Qiu stood there for a while before continuing to walk towards the bathroom.

He walked to the sink, lowered his head and leaned on the edge with both hands. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he found that his fingers were shaking constantly.

"It's okay." Yan Qiu curled his lips and smiled, "Is there anything worse than getting cancer."

Thinking of this, Yan Qiu slowly raised his head.

The person in the mirror raised his head along with his movements, and then reflected a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

It was still his face, but he had been relying on various nutrient solutions for a living for more than ten days, and he lost weight rapidly.

The cheeks that were still a little baby fat were slightly sunken, and thin and long veins could even be faintly seen on the neck.

His hair was longer and scattered behind his ears. If he was seen from behind, someone might think him as a girl dressed in neutral clothes.

Everything is the same as before, if anything, it's probably the left cheek.

I don't know when there was a scar the size of a child's palm, the dark red surface was uneven, and the scar had already formed, and it just opened up on his face carelessly.

It looks... funny.

Yan Qiu's first thought was not about beauty and ugliness, but that the master's medicine was really powerful. With such a large scar, he didn't feel any pain these days.

Somewhat strangely, Yan Qiu didn't feel sad.

Ugly is ugly, but anyway, he won't live long, but it's a pity that he hasn't taken the photo that will be pasted on the tombstone in the future.

But you shouldn't be able to see it with makeup on, right?Yan Qiu comforted himself.

Yan Qiu stayed in the bathroom for too long, until the housekeeper almost knocked on the door, before he finally came out.

"Mr. Yan, are you alright?" the housekeeper asked.

"It's okay." Yan Qiu forced a smile at him as he spoke, and sat back down again.

Then there is the daily check infusion and medication.

After everything was done, the butler was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Yan Qiu.

He turned around.

The sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, and the young man seemed to be shining. The butler narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't see his expression clearly for a moment.

The white thin sweater was hanging empty on the boy's body. Even though he bought the smallest size, it was still too big for him.

Too thin, thought the butler.

"Can I see Mr.?" Yan Qiu asked cautiously.

Fearing that the housekeeper was overwhelmed, he quickly added: "I just want to say thank you."

Hearing the words, the butler pondered for a moment, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, it's not convenient for you to see guests recently. I will convey your thanks on your behalf."

In fact, it was an expected result. After all, he hadn't stepped out of the room since he woke up, but judging from the furnishings in the house, the scenery outside the window, and even the servants sent to take care of him, it is not difficult to see that the owner of the villa is notNot any ordinary person.

Such a person, how can someone like me who is as humble as a worthless person in Fu's family be able to see it if he wants to.

The butler was already about to leave, but he glanced at his disappointed expression.

It seemed that he was afraid that he would think too much, so he explained one more sentence for the first time, "Actually, Mr. Yan doesn't need to care."

Yan Qiu raised his head when he heard the words, and then heard the housekeeper say: "This is one of the family's properties. If something like this happens, sir should be responsible for you."

The doubts of so many days finally dissipated at this moment, "So that's how it is."

Sure enough, there are so many unprovoked good intentions in this world.

Yan Qiu cultivated here for a month.

During this period, none of the Fu family came, and Yan Qiu thought they thought he died in the fire.

But later, heard from the servants who took care of him that they had actually come to see him, but they were all stopped by the husband.

"Mister told them that it is not appropriate for you to see guests at this time."

Yan Qiu laughed all day because of this sentence.

In fact, there are no secrets in any circle, and the messy things about their Fu family must have been known to everyone.

But usually everyone is used to hypocrisy and submissiveness, and no one will deliberately expose it.

That "sir" is probably the first one to slap them in the face so clearly.

But what he said seems to be right. What is the difference between him and a guest in the Fu family?

In fact, the injuries on his body are almost healed, but it was also found out that he had stomach cancer during the examination.

So the gentleman invited an expert in this area to consult with him and try to treat him.

But Yan Qiu declined his kindness.

The housekeeper was a little puzzled, "Your cancer cells are spreading too fast. If there is any place where you can treat it now, it will only be here."

Yan Qiu shook his head, showing a bleak smile, "I know, but I don't want to be treated anymore, I'm homesick, I want to go home."

The housekeeper felt even more puzzled, after all, whether it was the Fu family he was in now or the Yan family he was in before.

It doesn't seem like a place worthy of being called home.

"The injuries from the fire have basically healed, and it is enough for Mr. to take charge here."

As Yan Qiu said, he hesitated and took out a small bird carved from pear wood from beside the pillow.

His right hand was injured, and the engraving was very slow. Even if it was only the size of a palm, it took him a long time, and the tools were not complete. Although it was difficult, he still tried his best to complete the engraving as soon as possible.

Yan Qiu handed the little bird in his hand to the butler, and said troublesomely, "This is my thank you gift, thank you for taking care of me over the past month, can you give it to sir for me?"

The butler looked at the wood carving in his hand. The little bird was combing its feathers with its head tilted back. Its movements were vivid, and every grain of the feathers could be seen clearly. A lot of painstaking efforts were evident.

So he pondered for a moment, and finally reached out to take it, and solemnly put the "little bird" in his palm.

"It's very delicate, and I will pass it on to him for you."

After a month, Yan Qiu finally stepped out of the room.

This is indeed the place that Mr. spent a lot of money to build. Standing at the door, you can overlook the best scenery of the entire ski resort.

The continuous cedars spread to the sky under the white snow, and the scattered buildings are interspersed in the forest in an orderly manner. Coupled with the surrounding clouds and mists rising due to the altitude, it seems like a fairyland.

Before getting into the car, Yan Qiu raised his head and wanted to take another look at the place where he had lived for more than a month as a farewell.

However, as soon as he looked up, he seemed to glimpse a figure in front of the French windows on the third floor.

But it was only for a moment. When looked over again, there was already an empty space, only the dark golden window screen swayed slightly.

Yan Qiu blinked, thinking it was his hallucination, but he didn't care, and got into the car after saying goodbye to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper didn't ask him where he was going, but arranged for a car to take him off, and asked him to tell the driver the destination himself.

Yan Qiu sat in the back of the car, looked out the window at the snowy scene that was almost connected to the sky, pondered for a long time, and said an address.

"No. 33, Kangning Road...Fu's house."