Ji Fanyang grabbed Lu Hui's arm with one hand, and took out the key in his pocket with the other hand to open the door, for fear that Lu Hui would run away again if he didn't pay attention.
Lu Hui stood beside Ji Fanyang helplessly, his obsidian-like pupils looked at the profile of the young man, a little lonely and desolate.
The door panel was pushed open, revealing a familiar atmosphere and familiar furniture. Lu Hui stood behind the door frame, slowly turning his eyes to look around, like a wolf dog that hasn't returned home for a long time.
Ji Fanyang stepped on the doormat, moved his feet to wipe off the dust on the soles of his shoes, and turned to greet him: "Come in."
"Hmm." Lu Hui stepped on the floor with a slight "click", like the paws of some kind of dog rubbing against the stone.
Ji Fanyang walked into the bedroom quickly and opened the cabinet, not forgetting to tell Lu Hui who had just entered the room: "Go take a shower and don't touch the furniture."
Lu Hui sniffed, looking a little aggrieved, just now the young man hugged him not too dirty, and turned his head away from letting him touch the furniture.
"Also," Ji Fanyang took out the razor and put it in a conspicuous place, emphatically warning, "Shave off your beard."
"... Oh." Lu Hui took off his tattered overcoat to reveal his tattered shirt, and Ji Fanyang pointed at him: "Throw them all out, don't put them on the floor."
"... I have to take off at the door before I can enter?" Lu Hui raised his eyebrows.
Ji Fanyang smirked, showing his neat and white teeth: "Yes."
"..." Lu Hui walked slowly to the door, taking off his dirty underpants and putting his clothes in a big plastic bag, watching Ji Fanyang throw the plastic bag into the giant blue trash bucket.
"Shorts also...?" Lu Hui asked.
Ji Fanyang walked back and closed the door, barely shaking his head: "Throw the underwear into the trash can in the bathroom, 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, go take a shower." Ji Fanyang rolled his eyes, "I'm very touched."
Lu Hui stroked his greasy beard, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.
The sound of splashing water sounded, Ji Fanyang sat on the sofa, rubbed his temples, covered his entire face with his hands, and let out a long breath, the muscles of his whole body relaxed, and the nerves that had been tense for many days were relieved. He squinted his eyes, half leaned on the sofa, listening to the continuous sound of running water, and was about to fall asleep in a daze.
Lu Hui stood under the shower, the white foam of the bath liquid covered his body, and the ease and joy on that face disappeared instantly, 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 when he touches water, he feels dense needle-like pain. Every time he raises his hand, his fingertips tremble slightly, and many complicated and illogical pictures flash past his eyes, like He couldn't grasp the fleeting lightning hidden in the dark clouds, let alone understand it.
After rinsing, Lu Hui wiped off the water droplets with a bath towel, stood in front of the sink and shaved carefully, leaving blue stubble on his chin, which he was always reluctant to shave completely.
When he walked into the living room in his new pajamas, Ji Fanyang narrowed his eyes and slowly turned to look at him, looking extremely sleepy.
Lu Hui sat down beside Ji Fanyang: "Hey."
"Hmm..." Ji Fanyang tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, his brown pupils reflected the dim light of the wall lamp and looked extra gentle, "You look much more pleasing to the eye."
Lu Hui's hair was messed up just after taking a shower. The thirty-three-year-old man looked like a thirteen-year-old boy. The aroma of sea salt and lemon-flavored body wash permeated the surroundings, and the cotton blue plaid pajamas neutralized him. gloom.
"Where did you go when you left 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 from just taking a bath climbed up again. He hesitated and said, "I don't..." His voice was slightly frustrated, "I don't remember."
"You don't remember?" Ji Fanyang repeated in a daze. He raised his eyebrows and saw the dense wounds on Lu Hui's hand, "What happened to your hand?"
"This?" Lu Hui raised his hand, the skin on the edge of the wound turned white with blisters, "It was there when I woke up."
Ji Fanyang opened the drawer of the coffee table, found a Band-Aid, tore off the package, and carefully pasted it on Lu Hui's finger: "Where did you wake up?"
"My old house was in the woods on the construction site." Lu Hui replied, "I came here."
"It's so far away, you came here?" Ji Fanyang got up and poured a glass of water to Lu Hui.
Lu Hui took a sip from his water glass, smiled wryly and said, "Well, if I dress like that, probably no driver would dare to take me?"
"... also." Ji Fanyang was barely persuaded, he looked at Lu Hui worriedly, "What do you remember?"
"I..." Lu Hui rolled up his sleeves, revealing his bruised 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 hideous and distorted, like an ugly caterpillar inlaid on Lu Hui's wrist. Ji Fanyang took a breath, grabbed Lu Hui's wrist and looked carefully: "How could you..."
"I will not commit suicide. Suicide is a cowardly act." Lu Hui said.
Ji Fanyang frowned: "You need to see a psychiatrist."
"I won't go." Lu Hui flatly refused.
"You have to go." Ji Fanyang said forcefully, "You have been missing for half a month. You have attempted suicide and lost your memory. 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 might not 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 sleeves of his pajamas. Those flickering pictures and sounds slid back and forth in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it and couldn't see clearly , can only rely on intuition to explore.
"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 movement of drinking tea to cover up his trembling fingers. He didn't want to go to the bureau, but his weird intuition reminded him that something bad would happen tomorrow, and his ears were filled with a beating heartbeat, but he Looking at the brown eyes of the young man, he couldn't say the words of rejection.
"It's very late." Ji Fanyang glanced at the clock and asked worriedly, "You sleep by yourself...is it okay?"
"I'm thirty-three, kid." Lu Hui put down his cup, his gentle pupils flowing like bubbling water, "I fell asleep 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 quickly walked into the bedroom, took out a square box, and handed it to Lu Hui, "Birthday present."
Lu Hui took the box, opened it, and inside was the watch he had taken a fancy to before: "Didn't I tell you not to buy it?"
"What are you talking about, put it on quickly." Ji Fanyang urged.
Lu Hui had no choice but to wear the watch on his left wrist to cover the ugly scar. The elegant watch wrapped around the wrist very nicely.
Ji Fanyang nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, I'm going to sleep, good night."
"... good night." Lu Hui watched the young man close the door, turned his head to turn on the TV with the remote control, lowered his voice, and fell asleep curled up on the sofa wrapped in a blanket.