After spending too much time outside, when Shi Jin returned to school, the second class in the afternoon was about to start. He called Liu Yong and asked him to bring his textbooks for him, and then went straight to the classroom with the takeaway box and the gift.
The bell for class rang just as he entered the classroom. He walked quickly to Luo Donghao and sat down. He took the book that Liu Yong handed over and opened it. After the teacher started the class, he took out the gift that Lian Jun gave him from his pocket and opened it gently. He was in a hurry to come back, and he didn't have time to see what the gift from Lian Jun was.
The box opened, and a black and gold fountain pen was revealed.
He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Lian Jun would give him a pen. He took out the fountain pen and turned it around to look at it. Soon, at the top of the fountain pen cap, he saw a small golden cursive word engraved on it - Jun.
This guy...
He couldn't help but smile, touched the word, opened the cap, saw ink inside, took out a notebook, and wrote the word "Jun" on the paper.
A light scent of ink spread out, very similar to the smell that occasionally drifted in Lian Jun's study.
He laughed even harder, and immediately understood the meaning of Lian Jun giving him this pen - even in class, he must always hold "Jun" and feel the breath of "Jun".
What a cunning man.
Luo Donghao suddenly turned him around.
He came back to his senses and looked at Luo Donghao in confusion.
Luo Donghao silently gestured to the teacher on the stage, then pointed to the corner of his mouth, suggesting that he had just laughed too stupidly.
He quickly restrained his expression, glanced at the teacher who was writing on the blackboard on the podium, coughed softly, put the pen back in the box, and concentrated on listening to the class.
After the afternoon class, Shi Jin called Liu Yong and Luo Donghao, took the takeaway boxes to the cafeteria to borrow the store's microwave, heated the takeaway and shared it with them.
"Oh, your boyfriend is so considerate, I envy you so much." Liu Yong sighed while eating. Shi Jin
was very happy, with a smile on his face, and replied shamelessly: "Yes, he is indeed very considerate."
Liu Yong choked on the food and decided to let himself go, no longer paying attention to Shi Jin, a fool whose mind was full of his boyfriend, and changed the subject and said: "The final physical fitness test is about to start, but the weather forecast says it will snow. What about long-distance running? Are we going to run in the snow? Our school doesn't have an indoor running track."
This is a big problem.
Shi Jin took out his cell phone and looked at the weather forecast for the next few days, saying, "It may be postponed. The school probably won't let us take the exam in the snow."
"I hope so." Luo Donghao looked at the gloomy sky outside and was a little worried.
...
While the students were worried, heavy snow fell and soon covered the ground. The school had to swap the time of outdoor exams such as long-distance running with the time of indoor cultural exams, hoping that the weather would clear up soon after the cultural exams.
The exam time was adjusted, and the review time was suddenly reduced a lot. The students complained and suffered terribly.
After seeing the school notice, Shi Jin immediately turned on the hellish review mode in order to avoid failing the course. He dragged Liu Yong and Luo Donghao to the library every day to focus on reviewing courses. On weekends, he would make video calls to them remotely to communicate with them about the review experience.
Being led by Shi Jin, Liu Yong and Luo Donghao also unconsciously tensed up and studied hard with their books.
Time passed quickly during the review. The heavy snow fell and stopped, and finally, when the cultural exams for all grades were over, the sun came out.
Liu Yong was so moved that he almost cried. He hugged the ugly snowman at the door of the dormitory building and cried bitterly: "Devil, Shi Jin, you are a devil. I don't want to review with you next time. Where did you get those review materials? There are too many, too scary." Shi Jin
finally returned to normal after the exam. He pulled him off the snowman embarrassedly and said, "That was the review outline my tutor gave me based on my textbooks. He said that as long as I remember the key points, I will be able to finish the exam. "I'll pass any exam no matter what it is...Okay, okay, I'm wrong, we've finished the cultural subjects, we don't need to review anymore."
Liu Yong was actually just pretending to howl to vent his joy after the exam, and he immediately returned to normal after hearing that, and said, "You're actually in college and have a tutor, you mustn't let the people in your dormitory know about this, otherwise they will definitely tell others again." Shi Jin
nodded, and in his heart he was also very worried about the guys in the dormitory. He could feel that the group of people didn't have any bad intentions, but the subtle feeling of being unable to get along and the feeling of having his life spied on were really too bad.
It would be nice if I could change roommates, but even if I want to, I have to wait until I move into the dormitory in my junior year...
"The physical fitness test will be held in two days, and our class's long-distance running is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. I hope it won't snow that day." Luo Donghao was still a little worried about the weather. After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Shi Jin and asked, "Are you going out to play during the winter vacation?"
Liu Yong also became excited when he heard that. He reached out and grabbed Shi Jin's collar, and said deliberately fiercely: "Don't tell me that you have to accompany your boyfriend during the winter vacation. There should be a limit to valuing love over friendship." Shi Jin
looked up at the sky and said embarrassedly: "Actually... after the holiday, I might leave City B immediately and go to the island to spend the winter... The winter in City B is too cold, you know."
Liu Yong & Luo Donghao: "..."
"Ah! You damn rich man!" Liu Yong loosened his collar, turned around, picked up a snowball from the ground and threw it at him. Shi
Jin dodged and ran away.
Liu Yong yelled in anger and chased after him.
Luo Donghao looked at the two childish people, speechless.
...
On the last day of the physical fitness test, the weather was not good. When the students in Class 1 were running, snow fell.
Liu Yong gritted his teeth and said, "Luo Donghao, you crow-mouthed fool! It's all your fault that you keep nagging. When we just went out, the sun was out in the sky!"
Luo Donghao retorted, "The weather forecast said it might snow today."
"But the weather forecast said it would snow in the evening!" Shi Jin
hurriedly inserted himself between the two and soothed them, "Okay, okay, talking also consumes energy. Let's finish running quickly. It won't be good if the snow gets heavier."
Liu Yong and Luo Donghao shut up and sped up silently.
...
The exam ended smoothly. On the first day of the winter vacation, Shi Jin, who had been excited all night after the vacation, suddenly fell flat on the ground on his way to make a snowman when he got up early. Lian Jun and Gua Yi hurriedly sent him to Uncle Long's medical room.
"You were running in the snow, and after you were sweating all over, you didn't even think about taking a shower and changing clothes to warm up. You came back in half-wet clothes. At night, you ate cold drinks without knowing the consequences. In the morning, you stuck your head out of the window to look at the snow in the yard. If you don't get sick from all this, who will?" Uncle Long measured Shi Jin's temperature unhappily, and then his face turned dark. "39.6 degrees. Go, find a bed to lie down on, and get an IV." Shi Jin
obediently found a bed to lie down on, glanced at Lian Jun, who was blocked outside the door by Uncle Long's assistant with a frown and a worried expression, and forced a smile at him.
"Why are you grinning like an idiot, Master Jun, you too. Didn't you go to pick him up yesterday? How come he came back in sweaty clothes? It was the same this morning. Didn't you notice that his face was so red?" Uncle Long blocked Shi Jin's sight and scolded Lian Jun while adjusting the bracket for the IV.
Lian Jun unconsciously clenched his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair and said, "It's my problem. I have no idea. He has always been in good health, so I was careless. I saw his face a little red before, and I thought he was excited about making a snowman." Shi Jin
hurried to speak for him, "No, it's obviously me..."
"Shut up." Uncle Long lifted the quilt to cover him, covering up his unfinished words, "If you are sick, just behave yourself. Guayi, take people to Young Master Jun's room for disinfection. Young Master Jun, starting today, until Shi Jin's illness is completely cured, you must live separately. Close contact is not allowed at normal times. Try to reduce the time you spend in the same room to avoid infection."
Lian Jun looked at Shi Jin lying on the hospital bed, with a sullen face and said nothing.
"Master Jun, I'm fine. I can sleep for an afternoon and the high fever will go away. Wait for me to get better and I'll make a snowman for you." Shi Jin hooked his head to coax Lian Jun, his face still red, looking silly and pitiful.
Lian Jun wanted to get closer in his wheelchair, but was firmly blocked outside the door by Uncle Long's assistant. Unwilling to give up, he forced himself to relax his expression and said to Shi Jin soothingly: "You have a good rest, I'll be watching you outside." Shi
Jin wanted to say no, but seeing that he looked unhappy, he swallowed his words silently and said instead: "Let's play mahjong together later."
Lian Jun felt a little resentful of his physical condition in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face and replied: "Okay."
...
The disease came like a mountain, and Shi Jin didn't wait for Lian Jun to bring the tablet over, and he fell asleep with his head tilted. His brows were wrinkled in his sleep, and he was obviously very uncomfortable.
Lian Jun put down the tablet, and under Uncle Long's glare, he wheeled into the infirmary.
"Mr. Jun." Uncle Long's face was full of disapproval.
"I'll just take a look at him, not stay too long." Lian Jun insisted.
Finally, Uncle Long compromised, took out a mask and handed it to him, saying, "Don't get too close, you can't be careless now, if you get sick and damage your body, all your previous efforts will be in vain."
Lian Jun responded with a low voice to show that he understood, took the mask and put it on, wheeled to the bedside, and reached out to touch Shi Jin's overheated face.
Perhaps because he felt that Lian Jun's fingers were cool and comfortable, Shi Jin's frown loosened a little, and instinctively leaned over here.
Lian Jun's heart softened, and he leaned closer to him, wanting to kiss him but holding back. His other hand touched his hand that was on drip and gently stroked it, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you... You need to get well soon."
"Bamboo tube rice..." Shi Jin suddenly mumbled and smacked his lips.
Lian Jun was stunned, looked at Shi Jin, suddenly smiled, touched his face again, and said, "Okay, when you get better, we'll make bamboo tube rice for ourselves."
... Shi
Jin had another dream. In the dream, he was lying on the hospital bed with a numb face, and Li Jiuzheng, wearing a white coat, was standing beside the bed. Li Jiuzheng didn't say anything, and neither did he. The two of them were like two statues, one lying and the other standing. They were clearly alive, but they had lost the breath of life.
It was getting darker and darker. No one turned on the lights. The darkness made the sharp scalpel in Li Jiuzheng's hand look even more terrifying.
"Will you survive your 19th birthday?" Li Jiuzheng suddenly asked, his voice low and hoarse, sounding strangely hollow.
"That family is here again, arguing about the ownership of the inheritance at my patient's bedside." Li Jiuzheng played with the scalpel in his hand, his white and slender fingers were beautiful and dangerous. "They all thought my patient was going to die, but unfortunately, I saved him. They are very disappointed, and I like to see them disappointed."
He finally stopped being numb and moved his eyes to look at Li Jiuzheng beside the bed.
Li Jiuzheng also looked down at him, his pretty face expressionless, his lips opening and closing, like a demon chanting: "I will save you too, I won't let you die, you'll never die." He said this, but his eyes were filled with boundless cold murderous intent, his hand went down, and he pushed the scalpel forward.
"Good night, Fifth Brother." He faced the other party's murderous intent and spoke, his voice was also numb, and he slowly closed his eyes, "See you in hell."
The ward returned to silence, and after a long time, the sound of footsteps faded away, and the demon finally left.
He loosened his clenched hands, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He opened his eyes and looked at the door of the ward - he wanted to leave here, to leave this cemetery, help...
Beep -
the monitoring device emitted a sad cry of the end of life, and the pain that seemed to be peeling off the soul spread throughout the body.
"Ah!" Shi
Jin opened his eyes and stared blankly at Li Jiuzheng who was sitting on the bed and peeling an apple for a few seconds. Before his brain could react, his body had already moved first and rushed over directly. He grabbed the knife in Li Jiuzheng's hand with a grappling hand, held it with his backhand, with the tip of the knife facing down, aiming at Li Jiuzheng's neck, and pressed down hard -
"Xiao Jin!"
Xiang Aoting's voice suddenly came from behind him, and then his wrist was grasped by a strong hand.
The tip of the knife just stopped above Li Jiuzheng's neck. Shi Jin froze, staring at Li Jiuzheng with eyes wide open, breathing rapidly with his mouth slightly open, his face showing the madness of being driven into despair.
Li Jiuzheng was pinned down by him, staring at him blankly, his lips suddenly pursed, he reached out and grasped his hand holding the knife, and continued to strike at his neck.
"What are you doing!"
Xiang Aoting was shocked. He hurriedly pulled Shi Jin's hand, hugged his body and moved him away from Li Jiuzheng. He snatched the knife from his hand and threw it aside. He looked at Li Jiuzheng and said, "Xiao Jin is confused, are you confused too? Calm down!"
After that, he put Shi Jin on the bed, covered him with a quilt, touched his face, forced him to look at him, and said, "Xiao Jin, look at me, it's okay, calm down, you are safe now, calm down." Shi
Jin's eyes gradually regained clarity, and he realized belatedly that he was affected by the original owner's memories and emotions again. He raised his hand and pressed his forehead painfully, and said, "I want to see Lian Jun, where is he, I want to see him."
Xiang Aoting hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called Lian Jun.
Li Jiuzheng looked at Shi Jin's weak and uncomfortable appearance and clenched his hands hard.
...
Lian Jun rushed over quickly and took Shi Jin into his arms.
Uncle Long was anxious and angry, but he had no choice but to do the next best thing and let Lian Jun put on the mask.
Shi Jin started to feel drowsy again and fell asleep again after lying in Lian Jun's arms for a while. Lian Jun stroked his hair and carefully coaxed him for a long time. After he fell asleep completely, he put him back on the bed.
After comforting Shi Jin, Lian Jun came to the medical room, took off the mask on his face, looked at Li Jiuzheng and Xiang Aoting who were waiting outside, and asked, "What's going on? You just came and stimulated Shi Jin so much that he became So, what did you tell him?"
Xiang Aoting frowned and replied, "Nothing. Xiao Jin seemed to have a nightmare. After waking up, he suddenly-"
"He is afraid of me." Li Jiuzheng suddenly spoke, His tone was flat, more like he was talking to himself, "He was afraid that I would kill him, how could he not be afraid of me? I once took advantage of his injuries and unable to resist and took him to Chengdu, and almost killed him in the cemetery. "Jiu Zheng. "
Xiang Aoting called him in a deep voice.
Li Jiuzheng turned his head to look at him, his eyes fixed: "He remembers everything, the clothes I wore that day, everything I did... Fourth brother, am I done?"
"That's enough." Lian Jun interrupted them. He turned around and looked at the door of the infirmary, saying, "I don't care what mood you all came here with. I just know that Shi Jin wants to have a reunion dinner with them. Don't ruin his expectations. , take them to the guest room to rest."
Gua Yi, who was standing behind him, immediately stepped forward and motioned Xiang Aoting and Li Jiuzheng to follow him out.
Xiang Aoting glanced at the door of the infirmary, then at Lian Jun, frowned, He grabbed Li Jiuzheng, who didn't want to leave, and took him out of the infirmary.
…
Shi Jin was dragged into a dark and gray dream. In the dream, he lived in Li Jiuzheng’s private hospital. His consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes confused. All he could smell was medicine and disinfectant. All he could hear was the sound of The only sounds he could hear were those of medical equipment. When he opened his eyes, he could only see the bleak, monotonous ward.
No one was talking to him. Oh, no, there was someone there, just one person.
Thump, thump… the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground could be heard faintly.
He trembled, opened his eyes, and looked at the door in fear. The footsteps disappeared, the door handle was turned, and a figure in a
white coat appeared behind the door.
"The nurse said that your mental state is very unstable." The devil was approaching, speaking in a piercing mechanical voice, "That won't do. You need to rest well. Only by resting can you be healthy. Shi Jin, you can't die now. "
No, it's impossible. The car accident damaged his internal organs. He is dying. His organs are failing bit by bit. Even gods can't save him. He doesn't want to live any longer.
A scalpel was stretched out in front of him, with a cold light. Flash.
"Does it hurt?"
He looked at the knife tip in front of him, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Do you want to be free?"
He moved his lips, but could not speak.
"Can I help you get rid of it?" A familiar yet strange face came over, with cold eyes and a cold tone, "Does it hurt a lot? Can I help you get rid of it?"
He closed his eyes, not wanting to Seeing this expression on his face.
"I am your brother, so of course I have to help you."
His face was touched by cold fingers that did not look like a living person, and then the hand moved a little bit and stopped at
"But if you die, what should I do?" His fingers left
with the strong smell of disinfectant, and he opened his eyes again, looking at Li Jiuzheng who had stood up straight, with a look of Li Jiuzheng also looked over at him, and when he saw his eyes, he suddenly smiled, bent down, picked up a bottle of
medicine, opened it, and injected it into the medicine he was injecting.
"You are my only brother, a gift from God." Li Jiuzheng said, watching the liquid medicine flow into his body through the tube, with a satisfied look on his face, "Go to sleep, be a good boy." . "
The cold liquid medicine flowed into his body, and he gradually felt sleepy. He tried to open his eyes wide to see Li Jiuzheng's expression at this moment, but suddenly the other party covered his eyes with his hand.
"Don't look at me like that with these eyes . . "The devil whispered, with a hint of emotion he didn't understand, "I can't help but take you to hell with me. You are a gift, Xiao Jin, I won't let you go."
Darkness came .
The sound of mahjong could be heard faintly, and Shi Jin suddenly woke up from his dream. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look in the direction of the mahjong sound .
Lian Jun was holding a tablet and looking at him quietly. When he saw him looking over, he reached out and touched his head, saying, "The fever has subsided, but you slept for a long time. Uncle Long said that it would be best if you get out of bed when you wake up. Move around for a while, lying down all the time is not good for your health." Shi Jin
closed his eyes and rubbed his palm with his head tilted.
"Your brothers have all arrived and are making a reunion dinner for you in the kitchen. Let's go and see "Is it?" Lian Jun touched his forehead and asked gently. Shi
Jin opened his eyes, squinted and thought about the scene in his dream, and nodded.
Lian Jun then stood up from the wheelchair, walked forward to help him up, She led him to the bathroom, helped him wash up, and then continued to lead him out.
"Your legs..." Shi Jin looked at his legs with worry.
Lian Jun squeezed his hand and said, "It's okay. Uncle Long has given me a new medicine recently. It won't hurt." Shi Jin
nodded, held his hand in return, and stabbed Xiao Si in his heart: " Before attacking Li Jiuzheng, I dreamed of the original owner's death... It was so scary, death doesn't feel good at all."
"Jinjin..." Xiaosi said worriedly.
"I'm fine." Shi Jin comforted him, little by little. Regaining my sanity from the dark dream, "These things must be overcome, and this reunion dinner is a good opportunity... Please pay more attention to me, and paralyze my body's ability to move when necessary, Lest I do something irreparable." At the end of his life, the original owner's mind was filled with thoughts of revenge and dying together with his brothers. If those emotions really took over his mind, he would probably be finished.
Xiao Si responded with a low sound, and then was silent for a while. Suddenly, he asked, "Jin Jin, did I do something wrong?"
He asked this question without any context, but Shi Jin understood what he meant. He glanced at Lian Jun who was walking beside him and said, "No... Thank you for giving me the opportunity to meet Lian Jun."
...
When they arrived at the kitchen, Shi Jin felt much better. He stood by the door without saying anything, watching his brothers busy inside, slowly adjusting his thoughts and emotions.
"Does Xiao Jin dislike ginger?"
Shi Weichong suddenly asked. Shi Jin took the opportunity to cast his gaze on him and looked at him carefully. After
not seeing each other for a while, Shi Weichong had lost weight, and his frowning eyebrows and eyes had relaxed. His breath was much softer. When he turned his head to talk to Fei Yujing, his eyes were warm and he looked much more popular than before.
"I don't know." Facing Shi Weichong's doubts, Fei Yujing answered honestly, still with that cold lawyer's demeanor, but holding a handful of vegetables in his hand in a funny way.
Shi Jin shifted his gaze to Fei Yujing again. Seeing how cold and unpopular he always was, he twitched his lips. Strangely, there were not many emotional fluctuations in his heart. How could there be any fluctuations? Facing such a blatantly bad person who pursued interests thoroughly, it felt like any thoughts were wasted.
"Old Five, are you lying to me again? Xiao Jin really likes to eat onions?"
Rong Zhouzhong's voice suddenly rang out. Shi Jin looked to the side and saw Rong Zhouzhong standing by a small table, cutting onions with a distorted face, his peach blossom eyes were red, and tears were streaming. Shi Jin
couldn't help laughing.
Is he an idiot? He didn't know to prepare water or cover his nose when cutting onions. He cried so ugly.
"Third brother, wipe your tears first." Xiang Aoting came over, frowned, and handed a tissue to Rong Zhouzhong.
Rong Zhouzhong took it and wiped his eyes directly, but his fingers accidentally wiped over first. He immediately howled because of the burning sensation, and cursed Li Jiuzheng while looking for the faucet to wash his hands and eyes. Xiang Aoting saw him groping around like a blind man, and hurriedly reached out to help him. He called him helplessly and asked him to be quiet. Shi Jin
looked at the two of them, his smile deepened, his eyes turned slightly, and then met Li Jiuzheng's gaze.
Li Jiuzheng was killing fish, one hand was stained with blood, and the other hand was holding a knife.
In an instant, the smile on Shi Jin's face froze.
There was a clang.
Li Jiuzheng let go of the knife, lowered his head and began to wipe the blood off his hands on his clothes frantically. While wiping, he looked up at Shi Jin, looking anxious but unable to say anything. When he saw the completely dirty orange sweater on his body, his body stiffened and slowly stopped moving.
What kind of idiots are they? Shi
Jin took a long breath, readjusted his mood, raised his hand and knocked hard on the kitchen door, attracting everyone's attention. He smiled at everyone and said, "Good afternoon, brothers."
Whoever wants to go to hell can go there, but he definitely won't go there.
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