Chapter 41
When the doorbell rang, Fu Huanyu and Fu Yan were startled and froze in place.
For a moment, there was silence.
Fu Huanyu turned his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and listened to the sound.
Fu Yan had a bewildered expression on his face.
“Ding Dong Ding Dong——”
As if because no one answered the first time, the owner who rang the doorbell became anxious and pressed it twice quickly, as if urging the people in the villa to open the door quickly.
Fu Huanyu's cold gaze returned to Fu Yan. He asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"
"I, I don't know," Fu Yan shook his head in bewilderment. "Xiao Ye will definitely not arrive until half past six. I didn't ask anyone to come to my house at this time!"
At this time, there was no need for Fu Yan to lie to him.
So, who is ringing the doorbell downstairs at this moment?
Fu Huanyu thought for a moment, then stood up and walked to the snake demon.
The snake demon was almost unconscious, his eyes slightly closed, unable to move.
Fu Huanyu leaned down, grasped the Qiongqi horn, and pulled hard.
The snake demon instinctively groaned in pain, gasping for breath, and bloody red blood continued to flow out from the wound in his abdomen.
He opened his eyes again, turned them around with difficulty, and looked at Fu Huanyu with an ambiguous look.
Fu Huanyu turned a blind eye, grasped the blood-stained horn of Qiongqi, stepped over him, and walked towards the stairs.
He heard the hoarse voice of the snake demon behind him: "...Hey, you are more suitable to be a gourmet than your father...Ahem, are you sure you don't want to...join us?"
Fu Huanyu paused.
"By consuming monsters, you absorb spiritual energy. Although you can't use that energy for your own benefit...but as long as you absorb enough, enough, then one day...you can transform yourself into a wizard..."
"Possessing powers that ordinary humans cannot possess, you will become a more advanced creature..."
The snake demon's tail tone was weak, yet carried a hidden temptation.
Fu Huanyu turned around and walked back to the snake demon, looking down at him condescendingly.
A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of the snake demon's mouth.
The next second, his smile froze, and his face became even more ferocious and pale, all because Fu Huanyu stepped on his wound. The snake demon twitched slightly in pain, opened his mouth wide, clenched his teeth tightly, and sweat poured down his face.
In a few seconds, he completely fainted and could no longer speak.
Throughout the whole process, Fu Huanyu said nothing and looked indifferent.
In the room, Fu Yan was almost in a trance watching all this.
Fu Huanyu retracted his foot, turned around again and walked downstairs.
“Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong——”
Outside the villa, the people ringing the doorbell became more and more anxious.
Fu Huanyu walked over quickly and leaned against the door.
He tensed his body silently, like a lurking lion.
He looked out through the cat's eye silently and clenched the Qiongqi horn in his hand.
The person outside the door started knocking on the door directly - "Bang, bang, bang!"
"Huan Yu!" The man stood outside the door, shouting anxiously.
Seeing the man's appearance clearly, Fu Huan hesitated for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes. Then he quickly stepped back and opened the door: "Bifang?"
Bifang pressed the doorbell anxiously for a long time and finally the door was opened!
Seeing Fu Huanyu, he was obviously relieved and took a step forward, but at this moment, his eyes shifted slightly and he slowly noticed the bloodstains on Fu Huanyu's body.
Fu Huanyu also realized what he looked like now.
Both of them froze.
Fu Huanyu felt his throat was dry. He subconsciously hid the Qiongqi Horn behind him and said in a hoarse voice, "Bifang, I..."
Bifang glanced around and confirmed that no one saw this scene, then he quickly walked forward and closed the door.
After closing the door, he held Fu Huanyu's shoulders, checked his body, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Fu Huanyu took a step back and said in a daze: "I'm fine... These bloodstains are not mine."
Hearing this, Bifang's heart finally settled down.
He hugged Fu Huanyu tightly and murmured, "I'm glad you're okay..."
Fu Huanyu's Adam's apple rolled.
Until just now, Fu Huanyu's hands and feet were cold, his whole body was cold, even his heart seemed to have turned into a piece of ice stone, and he could not feel the slightest warmth.
No, not just now.
He has been living like this since his mother died unexpectedly when he was ten years old.
No matter what grades he achieved in school, how much praise he received, or how many classmates followed him.
Since his debut, he has played the roles of a policeman, a lawyer, a beggar, or an ordinary citizen.
No matter how many film trophies he has won or how many spotlights he is surrounded by.
Fu Huanyu always felt that he was living like a corpse.
Until he met Bifang.
Until this moment, he was held tightly by Bifang.
Warmth seemed to have quietly returned to him.
Fu Huanyu moved.
His fingertips loosened slightly, and the corner of Qiongqi fell to the ground, making a slight sound, but neither of them paid any attention to it.
Fu Huanyu hugged Bifang and asked softly, "Why are you here?"
*
Fifteen minutes ago.
As soon as Yan Yue returned to the Monster Affairs Bureau, he received a call reporting a case.
At that time, Mu Wei was not far from him - this guy finally started dating him as he wished, so it was naturally impossible for him to let him go so easily. He must have a candlelight dinner with him tonight, and maybe even some delicious food.
Because he was in a good mood, Mu Wei even sat casually at the counter of the service office and chatted with a few employees of the Monster Bureau while waiting for Yan Yue to get off work.
When several staff members heard that the two had started dating, they couldn't help but be surprised and secretly gasped.
I never expected that the serious Comrade Yan Yue could actually be successfully conquered by this person?
They lowered their voices and asked gossipingly, "Hey, does Brother Yan prefer male bodies or female bodies?"
"It must be a female body!"
"Not necessarily. Maybe she finds the male body more exciting, cough cough cough!"
"Well, wouldn't it be more exciting to first become a woman and then a man? Ahem!"
This topic is obviously not about ordinary times, but about certain special moments.
Mu Wei was shocked when he heard this, and he also understood the reason. He nodded and asked humbly: "So, do you think we should finish it once before transforming, or should we do it halfway-"
This discordant and obscene topic was suddenly interrupted by Yan Yue.
Yan Yue suddenly hung up the phone, walked over quickly, and said in a serious voice, "There's a gourmet case. I'll go report it to the director first. Groups one, two, and three, get ready and leave with me later!"
Everyone was startled and caught off guard.
When everyone reacted, their expressions straightened, Mu Wei quickly jumped down from the counter, and the other employees hurriedly stood up and said, "Yes!"
…
After a while, Su Xuan, who was in Gu Shuo's apartment, received a call from Yan Yue.
Gu Shuo had just started preparing dinner when Su Xuan leaned on the sofa, looking at Gu Shuo's back, his heart fluttering.
But when he got a call from Yan Yue, he jumped up as soon as he heard the content, and said in confusion: "Ah? Xia Yan reported the case?"
Yan Yue quickly said on the phone, "Yes, he left some of his spiritual power in that car. Now he and his friend are following behind. I asked them to turn on the positioning and send the real-time location to your spiritual power meter."
Su Xuan was stunned.
Didn't Xia Yan go out for a stroll to find inspiration for writing songs? How did he suddenly get involved in a gourmet case?
He quickly raised his arm, and the spiritual power meter on his right wrist really showed "1 message". He clicked it and saw a small local map appeared on the screen. A small red dot was in the lower left corner, winding towards the upper right.
Su Xuan frowned and asked, "Where will the destination be? Do you have any predictions?"
Yan Yue paused and said, "According to Xia Yan, the contact person for this spiritual power dinner is called 'Fu Yan', and the gathering place is in XX Garden."
Su Xuan was completely confused when he heard Yan Yue say, "...This is a villa area. We passed by here on the way back just now...Fu Huanyu got off the bus here."
Su Xuan was stunned.
Yan Yue said, "Then we checked and found out that Fu Huanyu's father's name is Fu Yan."
Su Xuan froze.
There were two seconds of silence, neither of them spoke, but everyone could probably guess what the other was thinking.
Could this matter be related to Fu Huanyu?
...But Fu Huanyu did not have the strange spiritual power of a gourmet on him.
Su Xuan spoke calmly, "I understand. We will go with you on this operation."
"Well, having you here is also more advantageous for us." On this point, the two sides had a very strong tacit understanding. "We can't contact Fu Huanyu for the time being, but no matter what, you go and notify Bifang first, and then meet up with us. Xia Yan and his friends will continue to track the car."
"Okay, but Bifang should go find Fu Huanyu first." Su Xuan used the word "should", but he was almost certain in his heart.
Yan Yue had no intention of stopping them. "If the location is indeed XX Garden, then the traffic is very congested right now. It will take at least another hour for the car Xia Yan and the others are following to get there. Bifang can find Fu Huanyu before them."
"We can only ask Fu Huanyu's agent to find out which building in XX Garden he lives in. I'll let you know later... Also, tell Bifang to be careful. If there's something we don't know about, he'll only alert the enemy if he goes over there rashly."
"I know. I'll remind him."
…
Five minutes later, Bifang, who had just left Shanliaohai Company, ended the call with Su Xuan.
He stood there and immediately called Fu Huanyu. His whole body was tense and his heart was beating fast.
However, as Yan Yue said, there was no way to get in touch.
The waves of busy tones made Bifang's heart sink.
Until a mechanical female voice came, "The number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment", Bifang pursed his lips and anxiously opened WeChat.
At this moment, Su Xuan received a message: "Yan Yue found out that the Fu family's house number in XX Garden is 301."
Bifang ran to a corner where no one noticed and transformed into its primary form as a demon - a large bird with an ordinary appearance that was not easy to attract attention.
After completing the transformation, he picked up the clothes, suddenly took off into the air, and flew quickly in a certain direction.
…
Right now.
It was only then that Fu Huanyu noticed that Bifang was barefoot and his clothes were disheveled.
He opened his mouth and said, "...I turned my phone off to silent mode earlier."
In order to avoid accidents.
He didn't expect that the Monster Bureau had already known the news in advance, and he didn't expect Bifang to rush over in such a panic.
Bifang took a deep breath and said, "I've considered this possibility, but I'm still worried that something might happen to you... Luckily, I just felt outside and only sensed a very weak spiritual power. There were no other sounds in the villa, so I just rang the doorbell."
After Bifang finished speaking, he let go of Fu Huanyu, looked at his body, and asked in a low voice: "These bloodstains...are they from monsters?"
Fu Huanyu looked at him with complicated eyes: "...Hmm."
Bifang glanced and his eyes fell on the Qiongqi horn on the ground.
He had never believed from the beginning that Fu Huanyu had anything to do with the gourmet case. At this moment, he just changed his mind and roughly understood what was going on. His tone finally took on a hint of anger: "You...you made preparations before you came back? When did you know that your father was a gourmet? Why didn't you tell us? You just came back alone, and..."
And he made himself look like this.
Bifang is always a very gentle person and always speaks slowly and unhurriedly.
However, at this moment, he completely lost his rhythm: "Don't you trust us? Do you think we will harm your father? But Huan Yu, gourmets are not what you think -"
Before Bifang could finish her words, Fu Huanyu hugged her again.
The voice stopped abruptly.
Fu Huanyu didn't answer, but just hugged him tightly. After a moment, he whispered, "...I thought you would be afraid of me."
Bifang was stunned, his Adam's apple moving slightly: "...Why do you feel that way?"
"Because the blood on my body belongs to that monster," Fu Huanyu breathed slowly, as if filled with endless fatigue and endless attachment to Bifang. "Can you guess what I did with the Qiongqi Horn?"
He used the horn to stab the monster twice before blood splattered on his clothes.
Bifang's body trembled slightly.
Fu Huanyu paused: "You are shaking."
"...I'm not afraid," Bifang hugged him back with even greater strength than Fu Huanyu, saying hoarsely, "I admit that the real you is completely different from the Fu Huanyu I first met and the one I thought of."
On the first night, the Fu Huanyu he rescued from the raging fire was a gentleman, gentle and polite, and knew how to act.
For a long time afterwards, Bifang thought that this man was as gentle, polite and elegant as his appearance.
Until something unexpected happened on the performance stage.
When his identity as a monster was exposed, and he showed a resolute attitude towards the threat posed by Qiongqi and the leech - it was not until that moment that Fu Huanyu took off his disguise in front of him.
However, as Bifang said, he was not afraid.
He liked Fu Huanyu, not only because of his gentle and polite appearance, but he was also ready to accept all the darkness hidden beneath Fu Huanyu's appearance.
In fact, it is not entirely true to say that Bifang does not understand Fu Huanyu.
Perhaps, perhaps until this moment, there were still many things about Fu Huanyu that he didn't know.
But inexplicably, Bifang also understands Fu Huanyu. He knows that no matter what, the dark side of Fu Huanyu is the same person he first fell in love with.
Fu Huanyu would not harm innocent people.
There are monsters among gourmets, and human gourmets often need the assistance of monsters to act.
Therefore, it is not difficult to guess to whom the blood in Fu Huanyu's body belongs.
Although fierce, Bifang is not afraid.
He shuddered at this moment only because Fu Huanyu's reaction made him suddenly realize that the life Fu Huanyu had experienced might be far beyond his imagination.
The past that had not yet been revealed to him, which had caused Fu Huanyu to become what he was today, made Bifang feel faintly suffocated.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was extremely hoarse: "Even if you are different from what I first imagined, I will not be afraid of you - do you think I think you will also use the Qiongqi Horn to stab me?"
As he said this, Fu Huanyu hugged him even tighter.
Bifang exclaimed, "How could I possibly think that!"
Fu Huanyu's breathing was heavy.
He lifted Bifang's chin and kissed her hard.
Like a violent storm.
The two retreated to the wall, and Fu Huanyu released a madness that he had never shown in front of anyone before.
Bifang could hardly breathe, his thousands of thoughts seemed to be stretched into a string, and this string was pinched in Fu Huanyu's hand. He held it tightly with a dangerous force, yet with deep tenderness.
Bifang was a little overwhelmed at first, struggling to escape like drowning, but he soon got used to this kind of kiss. He began to respond, hugging Fu Huanyu's back, hooking his arm around Fu Huanyu's neck, and responding with an equally passionate kiss.
After several minutes, the two separated, breathing rapidly.
Fu Huanyu rested his hand against Bifang's forehead and calmed his breathing.
They stared at each other.
Between breaths, Bifang whispered, "Is it upstairs? Take me upstairs, tell me what happened, and we can solve it together."
"I will always be by your side."
*
Fu Huanyu is twenty-seven years old this year, which is still quite young.
But now he can hardly recall what Fu Yan looked like seventeen years ago.
Maybe, maybe Fu Yan was a kind father at that time.
At least that's the message his smile conveys in the family photo hanging on the alcove in the first-floor living room.
At least they were piled up in Fu Yan's study. In that album, which had been flipped through countless times and even the cover had faded, every photo was inseparable from Fu Huanyu and his wife.
He hugged the two of them and smiled happily.
He gently teased little Fu Huanyu and leaned on his wife's shoulder.
He held up the marshmallows, one on each side, his wife taking a bite and little Fu Huanyu taking a bite.
He was holding a small shovel, preparing to plant a tree in the yard, his wife was holding a watering can, and little Fu Huanyu was holding a sapling.
The photos were all taken by the nanny, and they were of all kinds.
However, because there are too many family photos, Fu Huanyu's mother once complained: "Xiaoyu and I have individual photos together, but you and Xiaoyu don't have any. When will you take one? It's incomplete without a photo of father and son together!"
The father at work just smiled gently and said, "Okay, okay, I'll definitely take a picture when I have time!"
He lowered his head, touched the head of little Fu Huanyu who was leaning against his feet, and promised: "I will definitely take a picture when I have time!"
Fu Huanyu's mother got the promise and curled her lips and said, "It's a deal then, but first I want to draw a picture of you and Xiaoyu, based on your current smiling faces, haha!"
Little Fu Huanyu was also full of anticipation, smiling with his eyes curved, and said excitedly: "Then next month, let's go to the amusement park and take pictures at the amusement park!"
Fu Yan said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll do as you say, okay?"
Fu Huanyu's mother hugged his neck and said sweetly, "Hubby, you are the best!"
Little Fu Huanyu hugged his calf and said coquettishly, "Daddy, you are the best!"
Fu Yan laughed loudly.
But my mother's painting came out.
The father and son in the painting smile as brightly as the sun, as if they are the closest father and son in the world.
But they didn't go to the playground.
Because Fu Yan had to go on a business trip suddenly, he had to get busy.
In fact, Fu Yan is not a person who often breaks his promises. If he lets the mother and son up once, he will apologize solemnly, then arrange the next time, and promise repeatedly that he will definitely keep the promise next time.
However, there was another work accident and a new project.
His grandparents passed away one after another, and he or his mother was ill.
The agreed-upon father-son photo seemed to be destined to never be taken, and it kept getting delayed.
—Until the day his mother died.
Is Fu Yan a kind father?
Maybe, at least he was when Fu Huanyu's mother was still alive.
When Fu Huanyu couldn't sleep, he was willing to put down his work, stay by his bedside, tell him stories, and gently coax him to sleep.
Fu Huanyu didn't do well in the exam and felt disappointed. Without saying a word, he took the mother and son out for dinner. The delicious food and electronic games together made Fu Huanyu smile again.
When Fu Huanyu cried, he coaxed him patiently, held him in his arms, and patted his back gently over and over again to comfort him.
His most common saying was: "Huan Yu, you have to be happy so that Mom and Dad will be happy."
Little Fu Huanyu would rub against his arms and whisper, "Dad, I'm very happy."
For many children of Fu Huanyu's age, his family at that time should be considered dreamlike and perfect, and he also had a perfect mother and father.
——Until a car accident took his mother's life.
——Until he collapsed one night, taking his father's soul with him.
Until his father cried until his face turned pale, no one could pull him away from his wife's tombstone. Even little Fu Huanyu was slapped to the ground by him without even turning his head, leaving bruises on his knees and elbows, the wounds mixed with dirt and blood. Fu Yan only glanced at him vaguely, then turned back and hugged the cold tombstone tightly, muttering, "I don't want anyone else, I only want Huihui" -
Little Fu Huanyu knelt on the ground, ignoring the pain all over his body. He stared at him blankly and asked, "Dad, don't you want me too?"
Fu Yan cried out, "Get out! Get out! Get out!"
The relatives stepped forward and separated Fu Huanyu and Fu Yan.
They blocked him, blaming Fu Yan while comforting him, saying that Dad was just too sad and that everything would be fine after a while.
But through the crowd of people, Fu Huanyu stared blankly at Fu Yan who was holding the tombstone, but he seemed unable to get the latter to look back, nor did he seem to feel even the slightest connection between them as father and son.
It was not until then that little Fu Huanyu suddenly realized that his father's love for him was a little strange.
It's like, all of a sudden I can't feel it anymore.
It was not until he grew up that Fu Huanyu slowly understood the source of the strangeness he felt at that time.
——His father actually didn’t love him that much.
His father just loved his mother too much.
Therefore, in the past he was able to give the child they conceived together the same love and tenderness.
His mother's death also took away his father's love for him.
…
"...From that time on, although my father and I continued to live in this house, we were no different from strangers."
Fu Huanyu and Bifang whispered as they walked upstairs.
Fu Huanyu had never mentioned this past to anyone else. This feeling was very strange, but perhaps because the person he was talking to was Bifang, he did not have any resistance or vigilance, only fatigue and long-lost relaxation.
Bifang held his hand tightly.
Fu Huanyu continued to tell the story slowly.
…
The summer solstice when he was ten years old became a dividing line.
Before the border, his life was filled with sunshine, his parents' embrace, and an exciting future.
After the line, his world was reduced to a dark villa, heavy rain outside the window, thunder and lightning, and his father hiding in the room, living like a ghost.
After being afraid and hesitant, Fu Huanyu made up his mind to try to comfort him and accompany him.
Fu Huanyu was also very sad after losing his mother. He cried secretly every night until he felt dizzy. He missed his mother over and over again and felt very sad.
But he can't live without his father anymore.
Although Dad has changed, become unfamiliar, and even a little scary, he is still irreplaceable.
Therefore, the little Fu Huanyu, feeling uneasy, tried to get close to Fu Yan cautiously.
Unfortunately—
Fu Huanyu needs Fu Yan, but Fu Yan doesn't seem to need him.
No matter how Fu Huanyu comforted him, how he cared about him, or how he cried, Fu Yan seemed to be unable to see Fu Huanyu's existence or hear his voice.
——It was as if Fu Huanyu was the ghost.
Fu Yan just held the photo album of their family of three day after day, stroking his wife's cheek in the photo with trembling fingers. He turned day and night upside down, forgot to eat three meals a day, and ignored his work. Even the company that the couple had worked hard to build together was about to collapse.
Fu Huanyu was stunned, collapsed, yelled, cried, felt sad, disappointed, and silent.
During this long period of darkness and dampness, he spoke less and less, as if there was nothing worth laughing about anymore.
Under the unchanging figure of his father, his world gradually became very quiet, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.
When his classmates surrounded him and showed concern for him, he held his chin with his hands and lowered his eyes, without any emotion in his heart.
When the teacher hesitated and tentatively asked whether their family could accept a home visit now, he calmly replied that there might only be a nanny in the family who could receive the teacher.
As he was sitting alone at the table eating, he heard the nanny calling his father upstairs, but in the end there was no response.
When he was doing his homework in the small study at the end of the first floor, Fu Yan suddenly broke into the room. Fu Yan grabbed his neck and frantically asked him, "Let's go together, let's go find Huihui together, okay?" He was finally pulled away by the nanny who rushed in.
——He knelt on the ground, coughing as if his heart was about to burst out, but Fu Yan just cried at him, "Let's die together!"
Fu Huanyu just lowered his head and accepted everything indifferently.
When he looked at the watercolor painting of "Father and Son" painted by his mother on the wall at the corner of the stairs, he even felt that it was a curse.
The father in the painting seems to be laughing and crying, laughing in pain, or laughing in a hideous manner.
Fu Huanyu could no longer understand the smile in the painting, and he also couldn't understand other people's smiles.
He even began to not understand the people around him and felt that everything was so strange.
"...Is this probably the reason why I started acting later?" Fu Huanyu said softly.
He had tried.
When he suddenly realized that the darkness that had descended into his world since he was ten years old had almost eroded his entire being, and that he was about to be dragged into the abyss by this darkness, he calmly considered whether to let himself sink or struggle to climb back to the shore.
He wanted to try again—
So when a scout came to his door and handed him a business card, he looked at it indifferently for a moment and then took it.
He began to act.
He plays the role of the grown-up self he had imagined himself to be when he was a child, who is gentle, polite, cheerful and gentlemanly to everyone.
He has also played the roles of a policeman, a lawyer, a beggar, or an ordinary citizen.
The police are calm and steady, the lawyer is shrewd and calm, the beggar is cunning and very clever, and the common people are cunning but loyal.
He tried to feel all kinds of people and emotions, and he occasionally thought aimlessly that perhaps as long as he learned enough and felt enough, one day he would understand his father again.
Unfortunately, he failed.
His father seemed to have gotten over the death of his wife and returned to work and family.
But his father was still so far away.
He didn't understand what his father was thinking, and he felt that his father's smile was very fake.
Even the occasional care seems so weak.
What exactly are father and son?
What is family love?
What is the relationship between people?
not understand.
I can no longer even feel the warmth of people's hearts.
He was isolated from all kinds of people, covered with a gentle appearance, watching everything outside indifferently, but he knew very well that he was about to fall completely to the bottom of the abyss.
It was a dark and damp place, and he would be smashed to pieces.
Bifang suddenly stopped and turned to look at Fu Huanyu.
He suddenly remembered Fu Huanyu's appearance when he saw him in the blazing fire that night.
It was not until now that he clearly recalled what was wrong at that time -
That's right. When he saw Fu Huanyu, he was leaning against the wall, choking on the cigarette, his face pale. It was clearly a very dangerous moment, but this man lowered his eyes, his expression very calm...
As calm as if he was ready to face death.
When Bifang realized this, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He couldn't believe it and said, "You——"
Fu Huanyu pulled the corners of his lips.
He tightened his grip on Bifang, turned his head, looked at him, and whispered, "That's why I said that at that time, when you suddenly rushed to me from the fire and smoke, you were like a god."
Fu Huanyu laughed at his own immature words, stroked Bifang's face, and corrected him: "Should I say, like a god?"
At that time, facing the scorching heat, thick smoke, and raging flames, he thought calmly, wait, wait, this was probably the moment when he completely fell to the bottom of the abyss.
Fu Huanyu once tried to struggle, but he realized that struggling was meaningless.
He couldn't climb up.
Similarly, no one could catch him as he continued to fall, and no one was willing to risk being pulled down with him to catch him, just as no one would rush into the deadly fire to rescue him.
…But just as he was about to close his eyes and greet the final darkness and tranquility.
Someone actually broke in.
He heard footsteps.
"Thump, thump, thump," getting closer and closer.
That person rushed into the raging fire and thick smoke, into this dangerous place with thin air, and rushed in front of him—
At that moment, Fu Huanyu felt stunned. He looked up in disbelief and looked at the other person. The other person also looked at him blankly, gasping for breath.
How can I describe the feeling at that time?
The flames around were still burning, making a "hula hula" sound.
The air is getting less and less, and breathing is becoming more and more difficult.
Fu Huanyu could hardly feel his body, as if he had sunk into an icy swamp.
The strange thing was that the firelight reflected on the other person's face suddenly reminded him of the scorching sunshine in his childhood.
Like a kaleidoscope of thoughts, Fu Huanyu also recalled the clear blue sky and his father and mother under the clear sky. They held his hands on each side, laughed, and walked under the sunshine.
In an instant, all the inexplicable emotions that had accumulated over the past seventeen years suddenly surged into my chest.
He couldn't utter a word, as if everything was stuck in his chest. At the moment when his chaotic thoughts were entangled with each other, even his soul seemed to evaporate for a moment.
——Until the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the ground without saying a word.
The force was so great that his mind went blank for a moment.
The force was so great that it seemed to make the air start flowing again.
The flames twisted and avoided due to the airflow.
The thick fog dissipated, revealing a passage leading to the top of the abyss.
The man was standing in the middle of the passage, and from behind him, at the end of the passage, a strong breeze seemed to be sweeping in.
The breeze lashed Fu Huanyu's face, forcefully pouring into his chest and rushing through his limbs and bones.
And Fu Huanyu's soul suddenly returned to his body.
At that moment, he seemed to be reborn.
He stared blankly into the other person's eyes, and suddenly realized—
His falling seemed to stop.
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