In a blink of an eye, it was a cold December.
Lin Zhushui still showed no sign of going home. Zhou Jiayu quietly went to look at the blood in the special blood cooler, and found that there were actually a few more bags in it, but he didn't know when Lin Zhushui sent it back.
The blood showed a deep red color, and it was packed in a transparent bag, exuding an icy aura, and the burning feeling of the entrance was not visible at all.
Zhou Jiayu slowly took out a bag, held it in his hand, and said to Ji Ba with a wry smile that he felt like a monster parasitic on Lin Zhushui, sucking Lin Zhushui's blood and vitality.
Jiba persuaded Zhou Jiayu not to think too much, saying that the amount of blood was not too large, and it should be no problem for Lin Zhushui.
Zhou Jiayu said, "So there will be no problem in continuing to draw blood like this?"
Jiba fell into silence. It squatted on the turtle shell and didn't move much recently. At this time, it inserted its bright yellow mouth into the feather on its right side, as if it encountered a dangerous ostrich. It could only escape, not to Zhou Jiayu. An answer he wanted.
Zhou Jiayu sighed, put the blood back, and turned away.
In the evening, Zhou Jiayu found Shen Musi and said that he wanted to talk to him. Shen Musi nodded and agreed, so the two went to the windowsill.
It was snowing heavily outside, the visibility was extremely low, and the lingering cold wind had a tingling feeling on his face. Shen Musi was worried that Zhou Jiayu would be cold, so he proposed to speak in the room, but Zhou Jiayu refused.
"Just outside." Zhou Jiayu said, "I'm afraid I'll be sleepy as soon as I enter the house." He has been getting more and more tired recently. He sleeps for more than ten hours a day, but he is still exhausted.
"Okay." Shen Musi could only agree.
Both of them lit a cigarette and began to smoke slowly. Zhou Jiayu said, "This is the first time that you have sent blood, sir?"
Shen Musi exhaled: "It's just the first time, don't think too much, sir, be measured."
In this room, Shen Musi, as a senior brother, has always been more reliable, in the absence of Lin Jue. Zhou Jiayu guessed that Lin Zhushui would definitely leave these things to him to do, now looking at Shen Musi's reaction, Zhou Jiayu obviously guessed right.
"How much blood are in those bags?" Zhou Jiayu asked.
"I don't know." Shen Musi looked away, "Not a lot... Zhou Jiayu..." He seemed to want to persuade Zhou Jiayu not to worry, but when he saw Zhou Jiayu's eyes, he said in a perfunctory way. Not coming out.
Zhou Jiayu's eyes have always been calm and gentle. Even when he first came here, he never showed pessimism when facing the malice of a roomful of people. But at this time, these eyes were full of sadness, as if the spring had been destroyed by the cold winter, and people couldn't say the words to deceive him.
"Shen Musi, I'm not a fool." Zhou Jiayu's hand holding the cigarette was trembling, "Can you guys not treat me like a child and lie to me?"
Shen Musi reached out and wiped his face. He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't tell Zhou Jiayu about some things. This was Lin Zhushui's advice. Even if it hurt Zhou Jiayu's heart, he could only do this. Do.
"When will Mr. come back?" Zhou Jiayu said, "I want to see him, just take a look."
Shen Musi gritted his teeth, turned sideways, and no longer had eye contact with Zhou Jiayu. He lowered his voice, as if he was deliberately controlling some kind of emotion that was about to get out of control: "Zhou Jiayu, you believe Mr. once."
Zhou Jiayu knew that Shen Musi would not say anything more, he was a little disappointed, there was a little confusion in his eyes, he thanked Shen Musi, put out the smoke, and turned back to the room.
Shen Musi looked at his back and hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything, he stretched out his hand and punched the wall heavily.
Because Zhou Jiayu was afraid of the cold, the heating was turned on very early in the room, and the walls and floor were hot. Normal people might feel hot wearing short sleeves in the room, but Zhou Jiayu still wrapped his down jacket and sat in the room. The bedside was shivering from the cold air in her body.
Xiao Zhi accompanied Zhou Jiayu, looked at him worriedly, and asked him if Dad, are you cold, and Xiao Zhi will bring you milk to drink.
Zhou Jiayu patted its head and couldn't say, Dad didn't want to drink milk.
As soon as he finished saying this, there was a knock at the door, Zhou Jiayu said to come in, and saw Shen Yiqiong carefully propping his head in and saying, "Can, are you hungry? I'll warm you up." glass of milk.
Zhou Jiayu's lips trembled, but he didn't say a word.
Shen Yiqiong squeezed in through the crack of the door, holding a cup of steaming milk in his hand, and said, "You drink some, can, I just gave you hot..."
Zhou Jiayu looked at Shen Yiqiong, but Hei Zai, who was usually carefree, slowly turned his eyes away at this time. He didn't seem to dare to look at Zhou Jiayu, and whispered: "I didn't put anything, really of."
How could Zhou Jiayu believe him, how could he not understand the meaning of milk, or that in this room, as long as the liquid was brought to him to drink, there was something else in it - Lin Zhushui's blood.
"I see." Zhou Jiayu said, "you put it there."
Shen Yiqiong walked over slowly and put the milk on Zhou Jiayu's bedside. He seemed to be afraid that Zhou Jiayu would not drink it, and he repeatedly warned him before leaving again.
After Shen Yiqiang left, Zhou Jiayu sat beside the bed for a long time, the room was very quiet, only the sound of snowflakes rustling could be heard. In fact, if it wasn't for his physique, Zhou Jiayu didn't actually hate winter. He looked through the window at the dark black outside and the bright moon hanging in the air.
Everything is silent, and it feels like the whole world is going to sleep forever in the next moment.
Zhou Jiayu's body was tired and sleepy, he stood up, walked to the bed, and picked up the glass of milk.
The milk was indeed overheated, and it had a warm temperature. It was very comfortable to hold in the palm of the hand. Zhou Jiayu stared at the transparent glass and looked at the white liquid with a painful expression.
He didn't want to drink anymore, and every time he took a sip, he felt like he was sucking Lin Zhushui's life.
"Jiba, I don't want to do this anymore." Zhou Jiayu said to the bird in his head, "I don't want to drink anymore..."
"But are you going to waste so much blood from Lin Zhushui?" Ji Ba said, "You have to pour them out? Or watch them go bad? Lin Zhushui doesn't have that much blood to waste for you..."
Saiba is telling the truth, but sometimes the truth is the most painful thing to say.
In the end, Zhou Jiayu still raised the glass stiffly, put the rim of the glass to his lips, and poured it down one gulp at a time. He swallowed big, not daring to pause at all, for fear that if he stopped, he would All the liquid that had just been swallowed was vomited out.
The iron smell of blood hidden in the milk made Zhou Jiayu feel dizzy. He tried to pour the milk into his mouth until the glass bottomed out before he stopped.
"Hmm..." The uncontrollable nausea began to surge, Zhou Jiayu covered his mouth tightly, forcing himself to calm down this feeling.
This action cost him a lot of energy, and he began to feel an indescribable exhaustion, his body slowly collapsed onto the bed, and his eyes also showed a godless light.
Warm heat surged up in his body, driving away the chill that was tormenting Zhou Jiayu's body. This should have been a very comfortable feeling, but Zhou Jiayu looked at the ceiling and thought numbly, he didn't want to drink anymore, he didn't want to drink anymore drink...
The next day, it was still snowing.
The breakfast is very rich, steamed buns and porridge, bread, eggs and milk, everything is available. Of course, this was not made by the people in the house, but Shen Yiqiong and the others ordered takeout, probably because they were worried about Zhou Jiayu's poor appetite. Their food was very rich every day, all of which Zhou Jiayu liked.
Zhou Jiayu didn't go downstairs until after ten o'clock. He was wearing a thick black down jacket, which made his face even paler, but within a month or two, he almost lost weight. His face was even more endearing. If Lin Zhushui saw him like this, he would probably be very distressed.
If Lin Zhushui was not at home last year, everyone would have set up the mahjong table and started playing mahjong. But this year's atmosphere was heavy, and even Shen Yiqiu's words were much less.
After Zhou Jiayu had breakfast, he sat on the sofa and brushed the weasel's hair for a while.
Shen Yiqiong chatted with him next to him, saying, did you know that Xu Rinwang was tossed by his master again.
Zhou Jiayu asked him what happened
Shen Yiqiong said: "Oh, the vest of the dead girl on his website was seen by his master. Don't everyone on the website call him a goddess? It's okay to see it, and his master scolded him with rage. , said look at you, look at him-"
Zhou Jiayu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said what happened to me.
Shen Yiqiong said proudly: "You are much more powerful than Xu Ruizang. You are in love with your husband, and Xu Ruizang has the ability to fall in love with his master."
Zhou Jiayu thought about the picture of Xu Ruian with a shaved head and a gold chain and a strong Xu Jian together, and felt that it was too hot for his eyes, so he should stop thinking about it.
Then Shen Yiqiong talked about some previous news, and asked Zhou Jiayu if he remembered the newcomer named Lu who was in the doll level during the competition.
Zhou Jiayu thought for a while before he remembered, and said he remembered, what happened.
"He also found his master and began to show people Feng Shui." Shen Yiqiong said, "Tsk tsk tsk, but the technique is not very good, I almost had an accident, it seems that I still encountered the Lin family..."
Zhou Jiayu listened and fell asleep again. When he woke up again, it was already afternoon. He was lying on the sofa in the living room, covered with a thick quilt, and the room was empty and no one was there.
Zhou Jiayu sat for a while, recalling what Shen Yiqiong said just now, but suddenly remembered something. After getting dressed, he hurriedly went to Lin Zhushui's residence, and then entered the study.
Lin Zhushui's study was very clean, with neat rows of bookcases standing beside it, and a few beautiful china in the corners. Zhou Jiayu laughed when he saw the porcelain. He remembered that when Lin Zhushui had an accident, he broke a piece of blue and white porcelain in order to slit his wrist.
Zhou Jiayu glanced at his wrist, and there were still shallow traces from that time. But he didn't come to do this, he opened Lin Zhushui's bookcase and started rummaging.
After a while, what he wanted was found. Two beautiful wooden boxes over one meter long were placed in the corner of the bookcase. Zhou Jiayu reached out and took out one of the wooden boxes. After opening it, he saw a A doll exactly like myself.
This doll was a gift from Xiaodou to Zhou Jiayu at that time. It was almost exactly the same as Zhou Jiayu. The place where he lived was not easy to preserve, so he kept it on Lin Zhushui's side for maintenance.
Zhou Jiayu touched the baby's face, and then turned his attention to another box.
This box is new, he has not seen it before, but looking at the size, it looks like another doll.
Zhou Jiayu hesitated for a while, but still stretched out his hand and took out the box. He gently opened the box, and when he saw what was inside, he gasped for breath.
Inside the box was a doll that was exactly the same as Lin Zhushui. The clothes, hairstyle, and even demeanor were the same as Lin Zhushui. It was like a shrunken Lin Zhushui.
Zhou Jiayu's eyes showed surprise, and he reached out and stroked the doll's face lightly.
"It seems." Zhou Jiayu whispered, "It's exactly the same as Mr.
Jiba said, "Wow, this is just a doll, what are you doing to him?"
Zhou Jiayu: "...you seem to have reminded me of something." Although he felt a little embarrassed, but after all, there was no one in the room, so Zhou Jiayu shamelessly untied the doll's clothes and wanted to see the clothes the structure inside. The small buttons were undone one by one, revealing the fair skin, and the tips of Zhou Jiayu's ears began to turn red again. He pretended to be calm and took off the doll's pants, "Oh... it's flat."
Jiba: "...what are you expecting."
Zhou Jiayu said, "I'm not, I don't!"
He was about to put on the doll's clothes, but noticed that something seemed to be stuffed in the doll's trousers pocket. Zhou Jiayu stretched out his hand and took out a neatly folded... kraft paper.
The moment he saw the kraft paper, Zhou Jiayu's expression froze.
The texture of this kraft paper was very familiar to Zhou Jiayu, and it was almost the same as the one that Xu Jinghuo had sent to him and the one that Jiang Zhu had torn up. Zhou Jiayu still had a little hope in his heart, but after unfolding the kraft paper thoroughly, his expectations fell through.
The kraft paper was still the size of a normal notebook, and a pattern similar to the Golden Crow had already appeared in the upper right corner. Zhou Jiayu stared at the kraft paper for a while, not knowing how to react.
Why does Lin Zhushui also have this piece of paper, and he never told himself, and the pattern of the Golden Crow appeared on the kraft paper, does this mean... Lin Zhushui saw the future of the person he cared about most
Zhou Jiayu grabbed the kraft paper and felt his body start to get cold again. He said, "Jiba, sir... When did you get this thing?"
Matsuri can only answer that he doesn't know.
Zhou Jiayu did remember that Lin Zhushui disappeared for a while before he went to Jiang Zhu's side. At that time, he simply thought that Lin Zhushui had left on private matters, but now he wants to come... These departures all secretly imply some kind of Zhou Jiayu didn't dare to think about the answer.
Zhou Jiayu sat in the room for a long time, and finally took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
The phone was not connected, and the mechanical service tone told Zhou Jiayu that the number you dialed was not in the service area.
Zhou Jiayu hung up the phone, put the doll's clothes back into the box, and returned the two dolls to their original positions. When he returned to the small building, Shen Yiqiong and the others had just returned. They had a lot of fresh ingredients in their hands. They happily said to Zhou Jiayu that they had invited a chef to come over at night, so they didn't need to order takeout anymore, they could eat better. taste meals.
They all looked at Zhou Jiayu cautiously, as if they were looking at a fragile vase. Zhou Jiayu was a little helpless, and wanted to say that although he is weak now, he is not a glass vase, so he doesn't need to be so careful with him.
"What's the matter?" Shen Yiqiong looked at Zhou Jiayu worriedly, "Aren't you uncomfortable?"
Zhou Jiayu thought for a while and nodded.
Shen Yiqiong said nervously, "Where are you feeling?"
Zhou Jiayu said: "You stood in front of me and sucked the light away. I think the light is a little dark."
Shen Yiqiong: "...Fuck." He put the bag away and scolded that I quit, Zhou Jiayu, you bastard, doesn't care about other people's feelings at all.
Zhou Jiayu said, oh, I'm sorry. Would you like to give you a hug, lift you up, and give you a kiss.
Shen Yiqiong said that you have the fucking ability to come.
Zhou Jiayu called Xiaozhi, "Xiaozhi, go and raise your brother."
Xiao Zhi rushed over immediately and lifted Shen Yiqiong up amid his screams. After he was lifted, Shen Yiqiong came back and said, "Zhou Jiayu is not quite right, why am I Xiao Zhi? his brother, you are his father, and I am his brother, so aren't you mine..."
Zhou Jiayu said ruthlessly, "I don't have such a black son as you."
Shen Yiqiong: "..."
The two chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere in the room became lively again. Zhou Jiayu breathed a sigh of relief and silently tightened the kraft paper in his pocket.
In the evening, after eating, Zhou Jiayu called Lin Zhushui a few times, but the user was not on the server, and he didn't know where Lin Zhushui went.
Zhou Jiayu spread out the kraft paper on the table and carefully compared it with his own, and determined that the two pieces of paper were indeed torn from the same place. The texture color and the pattern of the golden black in the upper right corner were All exactly the same.
So what did Lin Zhushui see? Zhou Jiayu was full of doubts, but vaguely had an answer to this question.
Lin Zhushui could not be contacted for several days, just when Zhou Jiayu was about to give up, one evening, Lin Zhushui finally called Zhou Jiayu back.
"Jiayu." On the phone, Lin Zhushui called Zhou Jiayu's name, his voice still light and gentle, making Zhou Jiayu involuntarily start to miss his appearance again.
"Sir." Zhou Jiayu said, "where are you? Why can't I contact you... "
"I went into the mountains a few days ago." Lin Zhushui's words were very succinct, "The mobile phone has no signal." He said again, "What's the matter, what happened?"
Zhou Jiayu should have asked Lin Zhushui about kraft paper, but when the call was really connected, he didn't know how to speak. So Zhou Jiayu rambled about his daily life for a long time, complaining that Shen Yiqiong taught Xiaozhi some things that he didn't do every day, and that Xiaozhi would be implicated by him sooner or later without a wife.
Lin Zhushui listened and laughed. Although he didn't laugh out loud, the smile in his words was still very obvious. He suddenly asked, "Have you had a good drink of milk recently?"
Zhou Jiayu's expression froze for a moment, and his hand holding the phone tightened: "Sir..."
"Huh?" Lin Zhushui said.
Zhou Jiayu finally summoned up his courage, and he said slowly, "I don't want to... drink your blood again."
The smile in Lin Zhushui's words dissipated, and a very subtle silence fell between the two. Zhou Jiayu felt an indescribable panic in his heart. He covered his face, feeling helpless: "I really don't want to drink anymore, sir..."
"Will you be patient for a while?" After a long silence, Lin Zhushui also opened his mouth softly. He said, "It should be over soon, Jiayu, be patient again."
Zhou Jiayu listened to Lin Zhushui's coaxing tone, but he remembered the dazzling pinhole on Lin Zhushui's arm. He felt dizzy, and the scene in front of him became extremely distorted. Reluctantly, he slowed down: "Sir... how long will it take?"
Lin Zhushui said, "Wait until spring..."
Zhou Jiayu said in despair, "But even if I make it to spring, you won't be able to make it."
Lin Zhushui said, "Jiayu, don't worry, I have another way."
Zhou Jiayu said, "What method? You tell me."
Lin Zhushui said, "I can transfuse blood."
Zhou Jiayu has always trusted Lin Zhushui, no matter what he says, he regards it as the truth. But the first time he heard Lin Zhushui's words, Zhou Jiayu felt that Lin Zhushui was lying.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Lin Zhushui said slowly, "I'll be back when this matter is dealt with."
Zhou Jiayu didn't believe it, but he couldn't say anything to refute it. For the first time, he felt that he was a useless burden. Without him, Lin Zhushui would not have drawn so much blood, nor would he be alone in danger, and his life and death would be unknown.
"Is it dangerous there?" Zhou Jiayu asked again.
"A little." Lin Zhushui replied.
"The Chinese New Year is coming next month, will you come back then, sir?" Zhou Jiayu asked the last question.
Lin Zhushui sighed lightly and said that he would try to come back.
Zhou Jiayu leaned against the wall and looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window, not knowing what to say for a while.
Although Lin Zhushui said he was coming back, Zhou Jiayu still couldn't see him when the closure was approaching. This time, Lin Zhushui's mobile phone lost contact again, and he was also not in the service area. He should have gone again What a very remote place.
A few days before the Chinese New Year, the family posted window grilles and hung lanterns as usual, and also bought a lot of New Year's goods.
But the person who was supposed to come back didn't come back.
On the night of the New Year's Eve, Zhou Jiayu, who was sitting in the living room and watching the Spring Festival Gala with everyone, fell asleep on the sofa and had the dream that he once had. In the dream, Lin Zhushui stood in the flames. , the body was ignited little by little, and finally turned into black ashes. Zhou Jiayu kept running towards him, black ashes slammed on his face and body, with Lin Zhushui's unique sandalwood scent.
Zhou Jiayu was woken up by Jiba, and finally broke free from the nightmare. At this time, it was midnight, everything was quiet, and Zhou Jiayu heard his cell phone ring.
He thought it was a call from Lin Zhushui, and excitedly pulled out his phone and answered it directly.
"Hello, is that Mr.?" Zhou Jiayu said.
However, there was another man's voice on the other end of the phone. This voice Zhou Jiayu was very familiar with and had heard it several times.
Meng Yangtian said, "Zhou Jiayu, your husband is dying."
Zhou Jiayu was stunned.
Meng Yangtian said, "Do you want to save him?" He laughed, "Of course, it's your life in exchange."