Chapter 32

After the fever subsided, Feng Ran's appetite increased greatly.

Three meals a day were not enough, and he had to have two more meals, afternoon tea and supper.

After being disconnected from the company, the property, water, electricity and other expenses had to be paid from Chen Zhi's pocket, and the decoration costs also cost a lot. Chen Zhi had contacted various editors and parties repeatedly, ready to start work. Feng Ran calculated that his salary was almost spent, and he ordered takeout without hesitation.

On the day when he was penniless, maybe he could be let out to make money. He thought unrealistically.

Shen Zhi had no complaints, and his cooking skills soared. He gave enough meticulous care and did not ask about the camera. The little accident was tacitly ignored by the two.

Shen Zhi took him to the hospital once.

Surprisingly, his mother did not say anything about his sexual orientation and was not surprised at all. When the three met again, it was Feng Ran who felt a little embarrassed.

Shen Zhi and his mother talked skillfully about Shen's father's condition and the doctor's advice. Feng Ran didn't understand those obscure terms, nor could he get a word in.

He glanced at Father Shen from a distance. His body was like a dry branch, and it was foreseeable that every day would get worse.

Feng Ran even doubted whether he was really breathing.

"He can hear and feel it." Shen Zhi said in his ear.

Feng Ran left the ward, sat on a bench in the corridor, and murmured, "Are you sad?"

He didn't get a response for a long time.

He added, "When my father passed away, I was not very sensible. I didn't cry at his funeral. When I was sensible, I knew he had caused so much trouble, and I began to hate him again." He thought about it carefully, "I haven't been sad."

Shen Zhi said, "I don't know. Maybe it will be the same as you."

There's nothing wrong with being the same as him.

The temperature dropped sharply. On the day of the first snow, they went to the center of the lake for a walk. Feng Ran was shivering with cold, so he went back to the yard for a walk.

"Why are there stone steps here?"

"I had a dog."

"Oh."

"It's dead. When it was alive, it liked to jump up and down on the stone steps at the door. So it's never been removed."

"So..."

This was the first time Feng Ran heard him say he had a pet.

He always thought that Shen Zhi's pets were only the butterfly specimens hanging on the walls of the studio.

Shen Zhi suddenly opened up: "I used to put a locator on the puppy, the kind that can be connected to a mobile phone and a computer. It loves to play, and I was afraid it would get lost, so I asked someone to make it for me online. With the locator, it's very convenient to find it. The last time I found its location was next to the trash can in my backyard. I also found the scarf I knitted for it... I was young at the time and very scared. I didn't know what happened, but I found out soon." Shen

Zhi narrated the story calmly as if he was telling an ordinary story, but Feng Ran seemed to be able to foresee what he was about to say. He was terrified and in pain from the bottom of his heart, and instinctively tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"I saw it at dinner. It was placed on a plate with its eyes closed. It looked very quiet, as if it was asleep. My dad stood beside it, staring at me."

"Chen Zhi--"

"I made a big fuss. I buried the puppy, checked the surveillance, and kicked the murderer out of the house. I know he was just a scapegoat, but I couldn't do anything. Seeing me hysterical, he must have been very excited, just like the night my mother committed suicide..." Shen

Zhi closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

A chill rose from Feng Ran's back, as if a line of sight penetrated the wall and enveloped him coldly. He subconsciously turned his head, but there was no one.

He seemed to have sensed something and gently held Shen Zhi's cold hand.

"I never knew there was such a story. Do you like puppies?"

Shen Zhi said coldly, "No. I don't like living things. Especially in this house."

This childhood experience must have touched him greatly. Feng Ran felt heavy in his heart and said, "Why he... I don't understand."

Shen Zhi returned to normal and said sarcastically, "He enjoys abusing me."

These words lingered in Feng Ran's mind for a long time.

Before dinner, Feng Ran stood by the window for a long time, and only got up when Shen Zhi said that the meal was ready.

After dinner, they took a walk around the courtyard as

usual. Feng Ran said, "Do you think that soon, you will be able to completely break away from him, both mentally and physically." "No, I think I left him a long time ago... I haven't spent his money for a long time, and we don't owe each other anything."

"No." Feng Ran shook his head slowly, "In fact, you inherited his will. He once locked you up, and then you treated me like this. Don't rush to refute me. Haven't you ever asked yourself what the reasons and consequences of doing this are?"

"I love you, but he--"

"You don't love me." Feng Ran said, "You just feel sorry for your childhood self."

Chen Zhi stopped and said, "Have you always thought so?... Do you think I'm not sincere to you?"

"I don't have any reasoning or judgment, and I don't have the energy." Feng Ran walked forward slowly until he reached the gate of the yard. Only two or three meters away from the gate, Chen Zhi still stood there motionless, "I don't want to admit it either. Although it's not to the point where I have to, I always have a premonition that I have to. Chen Zhi, take care of yourself, and give us some time. I want to take a breath."

Chen Zhi's heart suddenly sank, and his body fell to the bottom of a valley.

Feng Ran looked straight at him and said, "Chen Zhi, take care of yourself."

His body flashed out of sight. There was a rapid sound of accelerator outside the door. Chen Zhi chased after it at the fastest speed. A black car had disappeared in the distance.

The handsome man stood in front of him, with the light of fine snow on the ends of his hair. He stared deeply, and the inexplicable thick eyes suffocated Shen Zhi. It was like a wildly growing vine that entangled him in a swamp, and he couldn't cut it off or escape. It was called blood relationship.

Feng Ran had a good sleep in the car after a long time.

When I woke up, we were already at the airport. Not long after, Ren He came out dragging two huge suitcases. He had dyed his hair bright blue, and wore sunglasses. His large black jacket was full of chains and rivets. When he shook it, there was a crisp metallic collision sound, which was very eye-catching. Feng Ran couldn't help laughing. This guy really hasn't changed at all over the years.

His sister asked him what he was laughing at. Feng Ran pointed at them, and Ren He also saw them and ran over with his teeth bared.

Ren He opened his arms and pounced on him like a bullet, shouting: "My dear grandson, grandpa misses you so much!"

Feng Ran laughed and staggered a few steps. In his peripheral vision, the two suitcases rolled quickly to the left and right. He said: "Go to hell! Don't you want the suitcases?"

Ren He hung on him with his hands and feet like a monkey, shouting: "Why are you so thin? I think I can feel your bones."

"Yes, I haven't exercised for a long time."

"It's really hard for you." Ren He finally said something normal.

Feng Ran rarely refuted or teased. Thinking of these days and Chen Zhi, he felt a surge of suffocation.

Feng Qing pushed two boxes over and said, "So what are our plans?"

Ren He said, "I thought what had happened, his house was set up with bombs and snipers, not even a fly could fly in. I didn't expect you to be picked up before I even made a move."

Thinking of finally escaping from that prison, Feng Ran felt a long-lost sense of relief, but also a little dazed. Things were going too smoothly, and he was at a loss.