Chapter 37 Moving to

Haishi.

There is no special reason to move here. He has nowhere else to go. But when people ask, the answer is simple - the rent is cheap and the climate is warm.

Although he doesn't have to pay to live in his cousin's house. He doesn't like summer that much.

Chen Zhi received a lot of messages that night, one of which was from Akira_007.

007: Coming?

Chen Zhi: No time.

007: You haven't been online for a long time... Looking at the rankings, you have fallen out of the zone. Did something happen?

Chen Zhi: I guess so. Moving, quite busy.

007: Like this.

007: Why move?

Chen Zhi's fingers paused and typed on the keyboard: Not much. Are you curious?

007: Um... No, no.

Chen Zhi: We are just netizens.

"Type in progress" After a few seconds, 007: Of course.

Chen Zhi can guess what he wants to say and what he wants to ask.

He and Feng Ran are two completely different people. It would be strange if he was not recognized.

But he didn't want to cross the line so early, so he replied: Let's talk some other time.

007 agreed as usual.

This small building in Haishi is smaller than Shen Zhi's previous house, and it is more than enough for two people to live in. Especially, one of them is locked in a room day and night.

Shen Zhi went to the kitchen to fiddle with seafood. The city is not short of fish and shrimp, and Feng Ran happened to like them. He has always loved cleanliness and was reluctant to touch raw food, but now he also broke the record for Feng Ran, and he endured the fishy smell and cooked it bit by bit.

The ingredients have been processed in the seafood market, and secondary processing is not difficult, but it is troublesome.

After a morning's work, the seafood porridge is ready. The newly bought casserole is suitable for the occasion. The porcelain white shell is dotted with blue wavy lines and shells.

Shen Zhi took a shower, sprayed perfume, and carried the casserole up the stairs.

He took it to the bedside table, and the person on the bed waved his hand and overturned the whole pot to the ground. Shen Zhi was quick-eyed and quick-handed, dragging the pot that was about to tip over, and stabilizing it before retracting his hand. In just a few seconds, the palms were burned red, and the pain spread.

Shen Zhi folded his palms behind his back and smiled: "Why, if you don't want to eat it, don't waste it. It's been a waste to throw it away after making it for a whole morning."

The other party said nothing.

It's the third day. Shen Zhi muttered to himself.

It's already the third day, and Feng Ran didn't say a word to him.

He put the pot steadily on the desk and walked out the door.

The phone rang at this time.

"Brother, where are you, are you at my place? Home in Hai City?" Shen

Zhi said, "What's the matter?"

"Feng Ran's sister found me here and is now at my door." Shen Yuan spoke quickly, "I'm at the company and am on my way back. What do you think we should do? How did she know my home address?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you." Shen Zhi said, "Don't go back to that house these days, and don't worry about it. She will leave when school starts in a while."

"Then you..."

"Just treat me as if I'm dead."

"What do you mean?"

"That's what I mean. I will move out and try not to cause you any trouble." Shen Zhi hung up the phone.

The father is dead, and the son should die with him.

The phone rang again. Shen Zhi thought for a moment, took out the savings card and threw it into the trash can.

The truth was revealed at the funeral. Many relatives were already dissatisfied with him and had doubts about the years of grievances between them. Now all the past was explained. After a sigh of fate, they got to the point - "Xiao Zhi, it's not easy for him to raise you. You are not his biological child. He has done his best for you."

"The Shen family has done even better for you. Your biological father recognized you, and the inheritance... you shouldn't fight for it anymore."

Shen Zhi pulled the corner of his mouth: "I didn't plan to fight. Thank you Shen family for cultivating me."

Before he left the table, he looked at the deep courtyard. The coffin was surrounded by overlapping wreaths, lonely and quiet. A black shadow was guarding it all night, cigarettes were curling in the air, and sparks flickered on the woman's fingertips. Soon she looked over and he turned to get in the car.

Everything was cut off, leaving only Shen Yuan, the fool, who still called him "brother".

He stroked his phone and pressed the logout button.

After logging out, another account popped up and waited for login. There was only one friend in it, Akira_007.

Shen Zhi flipped through the empty social software and wanted to send a message to the only contact.

It was hard to say what his mentality was. Cautiously approaching and contacting the person Feng Ran once liked might be meaningless and abrupt to both parties.

Shen Zhi: Come?

A few minutes later, 007: Are you done?

Shen Zhi: Yes.

007: Come on, I'll open a room.

A few minutes later, Shen Zhi: I don't play this.

He re-selected the game - one that suits him.

[You] invite [Akira_007] to enter the game [Mystery Shadow] Two-player cooperative mode/Countdown 60 seconds

007: ...

007: When did you like playing this? Puzzle game, have you changed?

Shen Zhi: Recently. Killing time.

007: This game requires a microphone in two-player mode.

Shen Zhi: Sure.

007: That...

007: I... I'm sorry, it's not very convenient to turn it on.

007: How about playing something else?

There was a loud noise from upstairs. Shen Zhi turned off his phone and ran upstairs. Feng Ran had a strange posture, as if he was going to tear off the shackles.

He used too much force and actually pulled off a whole piece of bedside wood. Even so, the shackles that were two fingers thick were still firmly fixed. It only locked one of his hands. It was very strong. Shen Zhi saw at a glance that his wrist was bruised and bleeding from the belt.

Feng Ran looked back at him.

He said, "What are you doing?"

Feng Ran's eyes were cold. He hadn't eaten, drunk or washed for a few days. His face was extremely bad. His hair was messy like a bird's nest. He looked lifeless, but he still made people unable to look away.

Shen Zhi leaned over to look at him for a long time, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and waved them in his face.

"Don't want to be locked up? Come on, say something. Say something and I'll unlock you."

Feng Ran stared at him as if he wanted to crush him.

Chen Zhi pinched his chin, stroked his lips with his thumb, and said softly, as if coaxing: "Speak."

Feng Ran gritted his teeth: "Go away." His voice was so low and hoarse that it was unrecognizable.

Chen Zhi smiled and said: "Okay, that's fine."

The key turned lightly in the lock, and the heavy shackles that had imprisoned him for many days fell down. He propped himself up, turned his numb and sore wrists, swung his arm, and slapped Chen Zhi.

The slap was so sharp that Shen Zhi turned his head and bled from his nose. But he was still laughing - a pleasant, low chuckle, his body trembling slightly.

Feng Ran didn't want to pay attention to this madman, so he got out of bed, pulled up his pants, and walked out barefoot. His steps were light, as if he was stepping on cotton.

He didn't know where he was. The air was humid and warm, not like Jiang City or his hometown in winter. Shen Zhi... Shen Zhi, this madman, is really a cunning rabbit with three burrows. How many houses does he have?

Shen Zhi called him from behind.

"This is the suburbs, you can't get out."

Feng Ran turned around and pointed at him: "Don't follow me."

"Feng Ran

." "Be careful or I'll kill you." He warned sternly.

Shen Zhi chased after him and hugged him.

He elbowed him and heard a painful groan from the person behind him.

"Kill me." He said softly, like begging, but his arms were tightly around him. "My life is worth it if I die in your hands."

Feng Ran couldn't help but curse, "You are sick!"

"I love you, I am seriously ill. You have to take responsibility." Shen Zhi said incoherently, "Do you remember the first time we met? I will never forget the look you gave me in the car."

Feng Ran thought of the things that happened when they first met, like an eggplant hit by frost, standing there in silence. He couldn't help thinking bitterly, why did he provoke Shen Zhi when he could have provoked anyone else at that time.

"Why can't we just part ways in peace? Ah, why?"

"Feng Ran, I'm done with the Shen family, no one wants me anymore. No one wanted me since I was a child. If

you leave me, I will definitely..." "That's enough, I don't want to hear this." Feng Ran frowned, "What happened to your house in Jiang City?"

"It's okay, just a minor accident." Shen Zhi smiled, "Do you still care about this? Do you want to go back?"

"No! It's just..." He Chuan was still waiting for him at the time, and he didn't know if he was worried. He said, "Just asking." Shen

Zhi caught the hesitation at that moment and asked, "Who are you thinking about?"

"No one."

He wanted to be vague, but Shen Zhi didn't let him do what he wanted, and said clearly, "I know who you are thinking about. Since he didn't touch you, I won't bother with him. But you are not allowed to think about him anymore, otherwise I don't know what I will do. Even if we are related by blood, blood relationship..."

"I don't want to hear it." Feng Ran said four words and went to the door to open it, and the handle didn't move at all.

He couldn't leave for a while.

Perhaps because he had been locked up by Chen Zhi many times before, this time, Feng Ran was calm.

Chen Zhi seemed to see that he had given up, but he still refused to let his guard down.

After several days of confinement, Feng Ran did not dare to use force. The chains were strong and the belts were hard, and his wrist had not yet fully healed. Chen Zhi applied medicine to him. His wrist was sore and numb, but he could not move. He had to endure it, endured the strange-colored potion being smeared on the skin, mixing with the bruises to create an ugly color, endured the potion seeping into the skin along the rupture, flowing into the tiny blood vessels, mixing, and then being carried to all parts of the body through the blood vessels. Every time he applied the medicine, his heart tightened with each movement. At this time, they did not speak, and all their energy was devoted to this piece of wrist. There seemed to be a strange pleasure besides the pain.

One day after the ceremony, Feng Ran stared at the solidified potion for a long time and said, "Can I get a tattoo here?"

Shen Zhi was packing up his medicine box, and he stopped and looked at him: "Why?" "

Is it not possible?" He shook his arm indifferently, "You can but I can't, why?"

"It's not impossible," Shen Zhi held his hand, his eyes full of obscure emotions, "Let's talk about it after you get better."

He reported to his family and friends that they were safe, and the trick was that they had reconciled and were traveling outside, going to a new place every day, so they didn't have a fixed address. Everyone advised him to break up with Shen Zhi, who was next to him at the time. Feng Ran looked at the message and then at Shen Zhi, the guy just smiled and didn't say anything.

He picked up his favorite game and played it with his friends in the team until he was exhausted, and his ranking rose rapidly. When he was about to log off in the evening, a nickname he was not familiar with sent a message.

Akira_007.

He had added hundreds of random people to his address book, and this ID was ordinary. He looked at the "Come?" sent by the other party for two seconds and closed the dialog box.

007 kept sending messages. Feng Ran played another game, but ignored it. After the game ended, more than ten messages popped up in the message box.

There was a problem with the microphone that day... Sorry.

Are you coming?

Not coming?

No way.

How about I give you a few games? They are also decrypted.

Not replying to messages?

?

Not replying to WeChat?

Where are the people?

111.

...

Then there was a string of meaningless expressions.

Feng Ran stared at the messages for a while, and searched up, but found nothing.

Feng Ran: ? Who are you

007: ?

007: I know.

Feng Ran: ?

Feng Ran: Know what?

Feng Ran: What did I tell you?

007: Nothing.

007: I sent it to the wrong person, sorry.

007 went offline.

Feng Ran was confused.

Two days later, he remembered that 007 was a member of his former team who shot with him. He was responsible for sniping, and 007 was responsible for squatting and reporting signals. The two cooperated very well and had a good time... About a year ago, his relationship with Shen Zhi was not so good.

Worried that he would be too bored playing games, Shen Zhi spent a lot of money to buy fitness equipment and piled them in the living room, making the house look cramped and small.

Feng Ran crossed through the equipment, and from time to time he collided closely with the iron guy and screamed. Every time this happened, Shen Zhi felt guilty and said, "This house is too small."

"If you let me go to the gym, it won't be small."

"That won't work."

Feng Ran snorted and said, "Then what are you pretending to be."

After that, the family bought all kinds of smart toys. Shen Zhi hoped that he would not be bored at home, but he himself hardly touched those things. When Feng Ran passed by the studio to get water, he frowned at a box of paint. He moved in a hurry and didn't take many materials needed for work, and the new ones he bought were not handy.

Feng Ran secretly observed. Chen Zhi sighed, threw the paint tray aside, and returned to the table to scribble on the drawing tablet.

He obviously didn't adapt to the place, why did he have to force himself? Is being locked in the same room with him really more important than freedom? He couldn't figure it out.

At dinner, maybe Chen Zhi was in a bad mood, and suddenly started to find fault: "Ren He told you about it."

"What?"

"Funeral."

"Yes."

"Why didn't you come?"

"My mom and the others are enough, they don't need me."

"You were with He Chuan at that time? Did he not let you go?"

Feng Ran put down his chopsticks and looked up: "Listen carefully, it was my own decision not to go. It has nothing to do with anyone. I'm full."

Shen Zhi curled the corners of his mouth mockingly: "Whenever you mention this person, you have this attitude."

Feng Ran didn't want to argue with him, pretended not to hear, went back to the computer and put on the headset.

After coming to Hai City, He Chuan didn't contact him.

He was surprised, but also felt that this was a good thing.

No one wants to sow bad karma casually.

Ren He often came to him, repeatedly confirmed that it was him, confused and curious, and always said that he didn't tell the truth.

He did conceal some circumstances and beautified his relationship with Shen Zhi.

He didn't want anyone to interfere in this matter anymore.

Not long after, Shen Zhi went upstairs and sat next to him. After the game was over, he gave him a glass of iced Coke.

Feng Ran said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Feng Ran couldn't help but said, "If you don't like it here, you can move out. You can live in Jiang City if you like it,

so go back." Chen Zhi agreed immediately, "I'll listen to you. Let's go after the New Year. What are you playing?"

"Gun. Why do you have to wait until the New Year? Just go now."

"Who do you usually play with?"

"Team."

"Who are the people in the team?"

Feng Ran was impatient, "No need, Shen Zhi, they are all people who can't threaten your status."

Shen Zhi smiled, "Really? What's my status?"

Feng Ran didn't want to continue this topic and put on the headset again.

Shen Zhi picked up his phone to reply. Feng

Ran glanced at him. He has been busy sending messages to people recently, and the time is always at night, which doesn't seem like work.

Shen Yuan? Shen Yuan now takes on the heavy responsibility of the company, how can he have time to chat all night.

Who else could it be, Shen Zhi's own friend?

But in his impression, Shen Zhi doesn't have any friends at all.

After thinking to no avail, the game started, and his attention shifted to the game. He galloped across the battlefield, heard his teammates cursing in the smoke and gunfire, and was about to turn on the microphone, but when he saw Chen Zhi, he gave up.

Chen Zhi was still chatting with someone, smiling slightly, and looked very happy.

Feng Ran's shot was off target.

After the game was over, this guy was still replying to messages.

He frowned and looked sideways, but he was a little far away from him and couldn't see the specific content. He only saw him and the other party chatting back and forth.

He put down the headset. Usually, Shen Zhi would look up at this time, but he didn't. He lowered his eyes and peeled the kernels out of a bag of melon seeds and lined them up on the table. Shen Zhi liked to pour it into his mouth in one breath and eat it, and it took him a long time to peel it every time. But he thought it was troublesome. Why not just buy the melon seeds directly?

He suddenly thought of 007.

"Who are you chatting with?" He raised his head and asked suddenly.

"Netizen."

Feng Ran tried to grab the phone, but Shen Zhi dodged.

"Bring it here."

Chen Zhi said, "What for?"

"Bring it here." Feng Ran emphasized every word.

"What did you see?"

Feng Ran stopped talking nonsense and rushed over to grab the phone from his pocket.

Chen Zhi was pressed under him and said helplessly, "It would be nice if you could throw yourself at me like this in normal times." Chen Zhi

's phone contacts were completely deleted, leaving only one person, whose online name was Xiaoshu.

Chen Zhi had just chatted with him, probably about how to make the most delicious shrimp hot pot. Xiaoshu was still sending messages one by one. No one replied for a long time, so he put a question mark.

"Who is he?" Feng Ran raised his phone.

"Don't you know it?" Chen Zhi did not move.

"Or let me put it another way, who is 007?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a possibility emerged in his mind - a sentence that Ren He said unintentionally before. He frowned slightly and his arm dropped involuntarily.

Chen Zhi looked at him calmly, without a trace of panic: "Remember it?"

Feng Ran was speechless: "I..."

Chen Zhi took away the phone and looked down for a few times.

Feng Ran said, "What do you mean? Why did you contact him?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Who are you..."

"Nothing. I just want to know."

"You know me, and you know about him? And you contacted him in my name, have you ever thought about my feelings?" Shen

Zhi's face darkened: "Don't worry, he's not stupid, he knew it wasn't you." Feng Ran

took a few deep breaths, then opened his eyes, trying to keep his tone calm: "How long have you been in contact with him?"

"Not long. It started after you left."

"Delete it, now."

Shen Zhi didn't move: "Feng Ran, is it that serious?"

"Are you going to delete it or not? If not, I'll delete it." Feng Ran rushed up to grab the phone.

Shen Zhi held him down and said, "Give me a suitable reason."

Feng Ran was silent for a while, and Shen Zhi said, "If there is no reason, I won't delete it. He is easy to talk to, and we get along well. If it weren't for the time difference, I don't know how many hours a day we could chat."

Feng Ran sat on the sofa like a plaster statue, exuding a gloomy atmosphere. It was hard to tell whether he was jealous or felt teased. Chen Zhi knew that it was not a good time to mess with him, so he shut up and walked away.

He and 007 didn't talk much, and the content was either games or family matters.

He flipped the screen and typed: Yes, braised food will be more flavorful, try it next time.

007: It's a pity that I can't control the heat, and the oil will splash everywhere.

007: I can never cook well, I can only make noodles or something.

007: Are you a good cook?

Chen Zhi: It's okay, I just need to practice more.

007: No, it depends on talent. 007

: Speaking of talent... 007 started to talk a lot.

Chen Zhi could see that this guy had been having trouble at work recently and met a talented newcomer. Even if he worked harder, it would be difficult for him to surpass him. They rarely talked about work. Maybe they were too troubled and forgot Chen Zhi's identity for a while, and they spoke without restraint.

With a few sentences, Chen Zhi had already found out his workplace.

Chen Zhi looked at the webpage of the studio on the screen and said a few words of comfort. The other party's emotions cooled down, and he realized that he had said something wrong, so he apologized in return.

Chen Zhi: What's the matter? It's human nature.

007: You are such a nice person. My boyfriend and subordinates always say that I am not ambitious enough.

Chen Zhi: Does he know that you chat with me?

007: I know. It's nothing.

007: Netizens don't know each other. [Laughs]

After a while, Chen Zhi typed: I know who you are.

007 was silent for a long time.

Chen Zhi: What about you?

007: I know too.

007: You are not.

Chen Zhi: Then why are you still chatting?

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party did not reply, Chen Zhi sent another message: He just quarreled with me because of this.

007: Ah.

007: Are you all right?

Shen Zhi: Not very well.

Shen Zhi: Does he cook often? When he is with you.

007: Occasionally.

007: He is more...good at taking care of people. He takes care of everyone.

Chen Zhi thought of the two years they had been together, the countless sleepless nights they had spent together, the different porridges, the tolerance, forgiveness, and obedience again and again, and his care for him was just because he was that kind of person, not because he was so special.

What's more, he is not so cared for now... Maybe Feng Ran has lost his enthusiasm for him. But he is at a loss about this.

Shen Zhi: How many kinds of porridge has he made?

007: Hmm? There were many ways, I don't remember the details.

007: What happened to you?

007: Don't quarrel over this.

Chen Zhi: Okay.

He turned off his phone and looked out the door. Feng Ran was still sitting on the sofa as still as a mountain.

He walked out and handed over the phone.

"Delete it if you want."

Feng Ran still ignored him.

"Feng Ran. I'm sorry."

Feng Ran turned his head, his face as cold as ice: "Chen Zhi, don't involve anyone else in your and my affairs." Chen

Zhi's expression froze for a moment, and his hand holding the phone tightened a little: "Do you care so much about me chatting with this person?... Do you care about us or him?"

"Don't change the subject." It's true that he liked that person, but that was a few years ago, and he had given up long ago.

Shen Zhi brought up the old matter again, still to the person involved.

It was too embarrassing for him.

"Answer me."

Feng Ran stood up abruptly: "I care about myself, I feel ashamed."