【zero】
The four fields are chilling, the blood light reflects the red half of the sky, the wind blows and the grass is low, and there are broken arrows and corpses everywhere. Wrapped in the bloody long wind, he fluttered across the vast grassland beyond the Great Wall and came to the man's side.
There was an armor-piercing arrow in the man's chest, the arrow was deeply embedded in the heart, the blood stained the snow-white collar under the armor, and the chest was only slightly ups and downs, and it seemed that he would not live long.
His face was hidden under the helmet and blood stains. Because he was over the age of 10, and he was at the frontier all the year round, his face was full of weather and frost, and his temples were dyed with stars. But from the deep and clear eyebrows, he could still see that he was in full bloom. looks like.
He knelt down beside the man and wanted to reach out and wipe the stains off his face, but that hand was like air, easily penetrated - he then remembered that he was already a ghost outside the world who had been dead for a long time. .
The man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death seemed to feel something, but he opened his eyes slightly, the blood-stained sky was reflected in his pupils, and there was an almost transparent shadow.
When the man saw him, he seemed to be startled in disbelief, and then he was relieved. His lips even held a gentle arc, and he muttered: "I finally see you again..."
"You still..." He stared at the ghost-like person with his scattered eyes, his voice was very soft, almost murmured, "...Do you recognize me?"
He didn't know what to say, so he raised his hand and lightly "touched" his face.
It was clearly illusory, but it seemed as if there was a cold air blowing across his temples. The man raised a hand laboriously, holding the phantom in mid-air vainly, as if grasping the last obsession before his death: "Seven years away... Zhong Yan, I'm sorry, let me You've been waiting."
He shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't make a sound. Judging by the shape of his mouth, he said, "Don't die."
The man laughed, but the light in his eyes gradually dimmed: "I couldn't protect you, nor the northern border, it's a pity to live, and it's no pity to die.
"See you in the spring, don't think I'm useless. In the future, I won't be a prince or a grandson, I will only focus on loving you... Okay?"
Dark clouds swept in from the distant sky, and raindrops fell, passing through his illusory and transparent body, and falling on the man's face, like a handful of cold tears, washing away the blood and dust on his face.
The hand took off its strength, fell from the air, and fell softly to the side.
"Don't die..." He finally heard the hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat, "Don't die, A Feng..."
【one】
"A Feng..."
"Awake?" Someone stood up from the side and said loudly, "Call the doctor over!"
Fu Tingxin was pulled back to the world by the severe pain, and he raised his eyelids with difficulty. The snow-white walls and lights, the faint smell of disinfectant, and the mixed voices quickly enveloped his five senses. He suddenly fell from the dream into the mortal world, and he was so noisy that he wanted to be unconscious again.
He blinked, quickly adapting to the light and scene in his field of vision, and began to feel sensations everywhere in his body. He tried to bend his index finger, gradually regaining control of his body, and at the same time began to pay attention to the surrounding environment and people - all this happened. It is so natural and orderly, as if it is an instinct that has been tempered and engraved in the bones for many years.
The next moment, a tall young man opened the door and strode into the ward, followed by a trot of doctors and nurses. Fu Tingxin heard the movement, raised his eyes suddenly, and caught sight of him unexpectedly.
Although he is much younger, he will never be mistaken, that is the face that only appeared in his dreams.
The hallucinatory sound of pattering rain sounded in his ears again, and the despair and pain that followed were so real, like the water that burst the embankment, and the top of it was instantly drowned, so that Fu Tingxin almost forgot how to breathe. His mood fluctuated violently, and the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and the monitoring device at the bedside immediately issued a "didi" alarm. The man was originally nailed by his glance, but at this time, the movement was brought back to his soul, and he didn't have time to think carefully about his gaffe, and hurried to the hospital bed: "Why..."
Before he could say anything, Fu Tingxin suddenly raised his head in cold sweat and grabbed his hand.
The infusion needle was pulled away with the tape, bringing out a small blood line, and the plum petals fell on the snow-white quilt, but Fu Tingxin seemed to feel no pain, and grabbed his hand tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. , the blood dripped to the cuff, but he still tried to sit up from the bed unrelentingly: "A Feng..."
The doctor hurriedly said, "Hold him down! Don't let him move!"
The man looked tall and thin, but he was very energetic. After listening to the doctor's words, he pushed Fu Tingxin back to the hospital bed, but his movements were not gentle. When he leaned closer, Fu Tingxin saw his bloodshot eyes through the lens, and those eyes were full of anger, like the huge force holding his shoulders, and even seemed unreasonable and sinister.
He gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Who are you calling?"
Fu Tingxin was dumbfounded by his question.
I don't know if he was angry or not, but the man's voice was trembling softly, and Fu Tingxin somehow felt that he was about to cry in the next second.
"Who is 'A Feng'? Do you know that you almost died? You still miss him!"
【two】
After the hustle and bustle, the ward returned to peace.
Fu Tingxin was lying upright on the hospital bed, with drips on his hands, bandages on his head, and plaster on his legs. He described the miserable expression of misery. He did not honestly turn his head to look at the figure standing in front of the window with his back to him, and hummed: "Don't stand there, why are you still angry? I've lost my memory..."
"You—" The anger knotted, turned to meet his half-smiley eyes, the frizzy hair softened again, and after a long hesitation, he said, "...I'm not angry."
"Well, I'm not angry," Fu Tingxin said. "Aren't you tired from standing? Sit down for a while and have a drink. You're welcome."
"… "
Fu Tingxin was unfortunately injured in an explosion and suffered a concussion. He was in a coma for three days and only woke up. During the examination just now, the doctor found that his memory was impaired, and he could not remember the past, nor his friends and family, including His own identity, commonly known as "amnesia".
But what is different from ordinary people is that he said that he had a dream when he was in a coma. In the dream, he was a general named Fu Tingxin. After he died in battle, he wandered on the grassland outside the Great Wall for seven years. Later, there was another war on the grasslands. The country he belonged to was defeated, and the commander-in-chief of the army - that is, "A Feng" in his mouth - was shot in the chest by the enemy with an arrow. When he was dying, he saw Fu Tingxin.
"The person I dreamed of was the emperor's third son, titled 'Su Wang', surnamed Sun, taboo 'Luo', when his concubine was pregnant with him, I dreamed that the Bodhisattva tied a string of necklaces around her neck , so the name was named 'Luo' from Yingluo. In order to pray for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, he also gave him a nickname called 'A Feng'." Fu Tingxin stared at him and asked, "This... friend, what is your surname?"
Sun Luo: "..."
"Sun Luo, Yingluo's 'Luo'," he coughed dryly, and added, "I don't have a nickname."
"You don't have a nickname, you don't have a nickname, you pinch me so hard," Fu Tingxin remembered the last sentence of the dreamer, and said with a smile, "Looking at how anxious you are, if you don't know, you think I will give it to you. Wearing a green hat…”
Sun Luo really wanted to rush up to cover his mouth: "You have lost your memory, why are you talking so much?!"
Fu Tingxin was just idle and made fun of him, but as soon as he woke up, he was in low spirits, and a few words exhausted his energy. , I'll sleep for a while."
"Well." Sun Luo went to close the door of the ward, sat down on the chair beside the bed, and pulled the quilt for him, "Go to sleep, I'll watch the drip for you."
Most of Fu Tingxin's consciousness has fallen into chaos, but for some reason, suddenly in a hazy drowsiness, he said softly, "Don't go."
As if a heavy hammer had hit a certain place in his heart, Sun Luo stared at his sleepy and haggard face, and after a long pause, he took up the words just now.
"I'm not leaving." He lowered his head and kissed the blue needle eye of Fu Tingxin's right hand, and said in a low voice and solemnity, "I will never leave again."
【Three】
Fu Tingxin slept day and night for several days. During this period, Sun Luo stayed by his side. When he was awake, he told him about the family background of Fu's family and the past of the two of them. Sun Luo's own work was done while he was resting. deal with. Fu Tingxin is not stupid after so many days without leaving an inch, and waiting for him in unrecognizable clothes. In the life he spent in his dream, he and "His Royal Highness King Su" were only separated by their husband and wife status. He knew very well what Sun Luo looked like when he liked someone.
So gentle and considerate, hard-working and never complaining, he definitely had a crush on him and didn't run away.
According to Sun Luo, the Sun family and Fu family are friends from life. After graduating from high school, Sun Luo was admitted to a top domestic university, while Fu Tingxin was drafted into the army and joined the army.
The Sun family is a big family, and the internal factional struggle is fierce. Sun Luo has no plans to enter politics and has gone into business. He started his business when he was in college. After graduation, the company was merged into his uncle's Taihe Group, and he became a director of the group. Fu Tingxin entered a special brigade of the Northwest Military Region through selection after three years of enlistment.
A few days ago, when he was performing a secret mission abroad, there was a sudden danger. Fu Tingxin was affected by the explosion. He was seriously injured and fell into a coma. He was urgently sent back to China for treatment. Sun Luo almost went crazy when he heard the news from home. He left his job and rushed to the northwest overnight, worried about the poor medical conditions there, and asked him to transfer him back to the Capital Army Hospital. Fu Tingxin stayed in the hospital for as long as he was in a coma.
But I didn't expect Fu Tingxin to return to the world with a lifetime of death, but he forgot about him.
In fact, I can't say I forgot. He recognized Sun Luo's face and could call him by name, but Sun Luo did not have the nickname "A Feng". Fu Tingxin's reaction when he was in a coma left a grudge in his heart. The concern that a person in a dream can get cannot be applied to him as an outsider.
Those childish and youthful years have been stolen away, leaving only two adults with dusty faces, looking at each other across a large blank, speechless.
【4】
This evening, two special guests came to the hospital. Sun Luo went out to answer a call and waited for a while at the elevator entrance. It didn't take long before he saw a little Douding who was not as long as his legs jumping out of the car and shouting affectionately, "Uncle Sun!"
"Hey." Sun Luo leaned over and hugged him, hugged him in his arms and weighed it, with a rare smile: "I've grown taller and heavier than before."
He looked down at the child who came out from behind, but he didn't expect him to come too. The two looked at each other, and the child greeted him calmly, "Uncle Third."
Sun Luo is an elder, so he can't put his doubts on his face, so he nodded to him, and said to the driver who followed behind: "I'll take the child over there."
The driver was an old man from the Fu family, and naturally recognized Sun Luo, smiled cautiously at him, and consciously went to wait in the corridor. Sun Luo held one and led one back to the ward. Fu Tingxin was leaning on the head of the bed to turn the Rubik's Cube. When Xiaodouding, who was holding Sun Luo's arms, saw him, he immediately twisted to go to the ground, and said crisply, "Second Uncle!"
"Yo, who is this?" Fu Tingxin put down the Rubik's Cube and opened his hands to hug with a smile. Sun Luo gently placed the child beside him and warned, "Be careful, don't touch the wound."
"Second uncle, my father said you lost your memory," Xiaodouding stared at him with dark eyes like grapes, "Don't you know me?"
Although Fu Tingxin couldn't remember the past, in his dream there was what the child looked like when he grew up. He didn't expect this little thing to know what "amnesia" is, and said with a smile: "Why don't you know, the second uncle forgot who, and we can't forget our Xiaoshen."
Hearing this, Fu Shen didn't look happy at all. Instead, his eyebrows drooped down and he sighed sadly.
Fu Tingxin: "what's the matter, baby?"
Seeing that Fu Shen's eyes were covered with a layer of tears, he turned his head and said aggrievedly to the child standing at the end of the bed, "Brother, my second uncle really lost his memory."
Fu Tingxin and Sun Luo stared at each other.
The child walked over quickly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his face, and comforted him likely: "He knows you. Didn't I call you Xiaoshen?"
Fu Shen said miserably, "But he wasn't like this before, he called me Er Lengzi."
Fu Tingxin: "..."
Sun Luo covered her mouth with trembling and turned around.
Fu Tingxin didn't have much contact with his eldest nephew. He played crazy with him for half a month when he went home to visit relatives the year before. At that time, there was no child next to him. Fu Shen was very close to him. In order to tease him, Fu Tingxin often called him Er Lengzi. , I didn't expect this small bean bag to be remembered until now.
Fu Tingxin sighed, "I really didn't see you wrong..."
That kid is a little older than Fu Shen, and he can already see the handsome outline in the future in his childishness, but he is very gentle and patient with their second idiot, and pulls his little hand to coax him: "Er idiot is not good, Xiao Shen is good."
Fu Shen has come and gone, and said softly, "Your name sounds nice too."
Fu Tingxin was amused by the two of them, and asked Sun Luo with a smile, "Whose child is this?"
Sun Luo's eyes swept over the child without a trace, and said as if nothing had happened: "It's my nephew, his name is Yan Xiaohan. He is in the same elementary school as Xiaoshen."
As soon as Fu Tingxin heard the surname, he knew that he had an inside story, so he thoughtfully didn't reveal it, and teased the two children for a while. Seeing that it was late, he urged Sun Luo to send them back.
Sun Luo led one in one hand and sent them downstairs. When he returned to the ward, he saw Fu Tingxin staring at the sunset outside the window in a daze.
After a serious illness, he lost a lot of weight, leaving only a thin layer of flesh and bones wrapped around the bones, but the outline was like a knife, and it became more and more sharp and arrogant.
This appearance, and the teenager in Sun Luo's memory, are completely two people.
Standing in the twilight, he truly understood what "regret" was for the first time.
I don't know if Fu Tingxin's lost memories can be recovered, but the moments he missed due to a single thought will never be recovered.
【Wu】
Fu Tingxin's ears were sharp. Although he was in a daze, he quickly found Sun Luo. He turned his head from the hospital bed and said, "Send away? Come and rest for a while."
Sun Luo closed the door and sat down beside the hospital bed: "Yan Xiaohan's child is my second brother's illegitimate child, and his mother's identity is very complicated, and I can't tell for a while. His mother died last year, and my second brother was born. Bring him back without changing his surname, and I don't think he plans to let him inherit the family business in the future. If you think he... "
"I think it's pretty good," Fu Tingxin interrupted him and said casually, "Fu Shen is just a little older, and he's not in a hurry to make connections. He can play with whomever he likes, don't think too much."
Sun Luo: "Well."
Fu Tingxin glanced at him and said, "And it's good to have a young man who grew up together. You see that I've been lying down for so many days, and it's you who ran for me, and my brothers are nothing more than that."
The lens was a little reflective, covering his eyes, but Fu Tingxin clearly felt that for a moment, Sun Luo seemed to dodge.
no.
Sun Luo lowered his eyes, avoided his gaze, and said silently in his heart, "It's not that I was young, and I never just regarded you as a 'brother'."
【land】
Fu Tingxin even suffered a concussion and a leg injury. He was in the hospital for three months before he was released from the hospital. Unfortunately, his amnesia was not cured, and naturally he could not stay in the army. Before he was discharged from the hospital, his superior came to visit him once. The two talked in the ward all morning. Later, Fu Tingxin asked Sun Luo to file a discharge application for him and completely took off his military uniform.
He was taken back to his apartment by Sun Luo. No one in the Fu family was surprised or opposed to this. Fu Tingxin was lying on the clean and soft double bed in the guest bedroom, when he heard Sun Luo say, "Your injury will take some time to take care of. It's not safe to live by yourself. It's convenient for me to take care of you here, don't let it go."
Fu Tingxin nodded and sneered in his heart: "Fight, then pretend, I'll see how long you can pretend."
Fu Tingxin just lost his memory and did not lose his IQ. Sun Luo's thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness were all in his eyes. Nine times out of ten, this person meant that to him. But in Sun Luo's description, the two are completely a pair of 24k pure brothers, harmonious and friendly, and there is no point of overstepping.
Fu Tingxin almost believed that he had a crush on him and didn't dare to say it, but chatting with the captain that day, he accidentally heard the captain mention that when he used to be in the army, in order to avoid specialization, he hadn't called or sent a letter to his home for several years. Fu Tingxin felt a little strange, and after asking a few more questions, he realized that he had never mentioned his family background in the team, and he had never mentioned Sun Luo, a "good brother" to anyone.
He kept an eye on it and inquired more carefully when his elder brother Fu Tingzhong came to visit. Only then did he know that he had completely cut off contact with Sun Luo since the army.
This is unreasonable - Sun Luo treats him like he owes him in his previous life. If there is no conflict between the two, he can't bear not to contact Fu Tingxin for several years.
After being separated for seven years, Yao has not heard from him, but he was able to rush to the northwest as soon as he learned that he was injured. It can be said that the love is not deep, so why did the two break up? If Fu Tingxin is not injured, is it that Sun Luo will never have any contact with him during his service
Fu Tingxin's brain was wide open. He wrote and directed eight or nine dog-blooded dramas. He remembered all the experiences in his dreams and guessed for a while, until Sun Luo knocked on the door and asked him to eat, and then he stopped his thoughts. "Come in" lazily.
Sun Luo pushed open the door and entered the room, wearing the simplest white shirt and suit pants, which was extraordinarily tall and handsome. He didn't wear glasses when he was at home, and his eyebrows that were not covered suddenly became sharp, but the eyes that fell on Fu Tingxin were very soft: "Get up. The weather is fine today. After dinner, I will take you downstairs for a walk, okay?"
Fu Tingxin listened to him as if he was coaxing a child. He was playful for a while, stretched out his hand, and hummed: "I can't get up."
Sun Luo walked over in a funny way to pull him out of bed. Fu Tingxin followed his strength and swayed his upper body up. As soon as Sun Luo relaxed, he planted back on the pillow without any bones.
Fu Tingxin deliberately played a rogue, so Sun Luo connived and pulled him again. This time, before Fu Tingxin fell, he took the man into his arms and put his hands around his back to prevent him from running. The giant panda that hugged the breeder's thigh, swooped on him, and refused to get up.
The two got into a fight in the house. In the end, Sun Luo simply carried Fu Tingxin out of the house and put it down at the stairwell because there was a nanny downstairs.
The nanny didn't notice that the two were messing around upstairs, but just reminded Sun Luo when the meal was set up: "Sir, your phone rang just now, it seems like there was a call."
Fu Tingxin was sitting at the table drinking soup, occasionally peeking at Sun Luo, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the phone, and listening to him speak to the other end in a completely different calm tone, a guess that he had never thought of before suddenly appeared in his heart. —
Sun Luo didn't think he was homophobic, so he didn't dare to contact him, and even when he lost his memory, he only dared to tell him that the two were iron porcelain.
Could it be that... before he lost his memory, he had already confessed to himself
So is it still time for him to show Sun Luo a 180-degree fold in half