Under the clouds

Chapter 14

Like the sound of a train passing by, the violent roar rang through Fang Mu's mind, bringing the subsequent sharp tinnitus that continuously hit the eardrum.

Fang Mu's vision began to shake, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky, in the gray-blue sky, looked like soot that had been shaken off.

The happy music celebrating the beginning of the new year seems to be delayed, coming from far away, and then becoming more and more ethereal.

This may be the reason why his soul floated up after his death. When he drifted a little further away, he probably wouldn't be able to hear anything.

"Da da da"

Like the sound of footsteps, getting closer and closer, someone walked towards him.

Fang Mu's eyelashes trembled, and saw the ice crystals hanging on the eyelashes turn into drops of water, and the next moment they fell into his eyes, he closed his eyes reflexively, and when he opened them again, he saw a completely upside-down ice crystal. world.

Zang Lanbai stood still in front of his head, lowered his head and met his eyes.

Fang Mu looked at the upside-down picture, and he could still see the handsome and familiar face. His eyes moved slightly: "Why are you here? Is this heaven? Is that puppy here too?"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to want to turn his head and look for it.

"One hour and three ten minutes." Zang Lanbai's eyes moved from Fang Mu's dirty and dusty clothes to the blood-clogged wound on his forehead: "I only leave you for so long, you come Give me such a big surprise?"

Fang Mu didn't seem to understand what he said, and continued: "I know you are fake, you are just a split part of me, I imagined it."

After finishing this sentence, Zang Lanbai suddenly bent down and approached Fang Mu. The distance between the two narrowed. Zang Lanbai smiled and said, "Fang Mu, you are so interesting."

Zang Lanbai's visually impactful face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, Fang Mu held his breath subconsciously, and he could even see clearly a small, inconspicuous mole hidden in the corner of Zang Lanbai's jaw.

Fang Mu was helped up, and he heard Zang Lanbai say: "I have something to say later, let's go to the hospital now."

It was the sound of an ambulance. Fang Mu blinked slowly, his mind went blank and he was at a loss.

With just a slight movement, Fang Mu's stomach began to convulse, and he let out a vague moan.

"Maybe some concussion, lighter." Zang Lanbai watched the doctors and nurses carry Fang Mu onto the stretcher.

Fang Mu, who was emotionally ups and downs, frightened, and ran for an unknown number of kilometers, finally at this moment, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Fang Mu slept for nearly a day and a night, and when he woke up again, he saw a white ceiling.

His hands were infused with fluids and anti-inflammatory drugs, and his forehead had already been bandaged, with a few rounds of bandages wrapped around it.

Zang Lanbai was flipping through a fashion magazine in front of his hospital bed, when he heard some movement, he put down the magazine in his hand and leaned over.

"Are you awake? Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Fang Mu looked at Zang Lanbai and didn't make a sound for a long time, his eyes still seemed a little distrustful.

Zang Lanbai walked over helplessly, grabbed Fang Mu's uninjected palm with his hand, and stuck it to his face: "You don't still suspect that I'm fake, do you?"

Fang Mu's mind was confused, his subconscious mind controlled him, and he blurted out without thinking: "Then if you are real, why did you treat me like this?" Fang Mu raised his eyes, and his almond eyes were a little round: "Is it, is it waiting for you?" I trust you to rely on you, hold me up high, then pull your hands, and see the joke of me falling?"

Zang Lanbai understands all of Fang Mu's concerns, doubts, nervousness, paranoia, and a very poor sense of trust in people.

He knew that this might be the result of Fang Mu's previous trust but not getting any good results, and being hurt repeatedly.

It's like a stress response. Before good things happen, you first suspect that there is a bigger conspiracy inside.

But understanding is understanding, and it doesn't mean that Zang Lanbai at this moment has no personal emotions and will not feel wronged.

"Have I done anything bad to you? Why do you speculate about me so maliciously? It's too unfair to me." Zang Lanbai spoke for himself helplessly.

Fang Mu quickly realized how inappropriate what he said was, even after he had caused all kinds of troubles for Zang Lanbai, it was really a white-eyed wolf and very annoying to say such words.

Fang Mu's expression quickly became unnatural, embarrassed, and frustrated.

"Sorry, Mr. Zang, I have caused you trouble again."

Zang Lanbai looked at his face, and said in a soft tone: "It's okay, it's normal." He looked at Fang Fangmu who didn't dare to look at him: "When people encounter hurt or things that they dare not face, think about it." It's normal to use death to escape reality, don't feel sorry."

Fang Mu was stunned for a moment, looking at Zang Lanbai's seemingly calm face, he couldn't help asking.

How would other people react when they saw a person committing suicide by jumping off a building?

This is normal?Is this really normal?

Ordinary passers-by will come to watch the excitement, well-meaning people will shout out to dissuade them, and those who are not too serious about the excitement will make people standing on the rickety upstairs jump quickly. Afterwards, if you get emotional and angrily slap the person who jumped off the building, or yell at him, then you can't help but cry bitterly, friends may comfort or dissuade you, don't be impulsive and think about it.

But Zang Lanbai felt that the event could happen reasonably because of the reasonable causal logic, and he told Fang Mu that it was normal.

It seemed that he wanted Fang Mu not to be emotionally burdened by this matter, and there seemed to be something wrong, but Fang Mu, who had already undergone a great psychological test, was indeed relieved because of Zang Lanbai's understatement.

Fang Mu didn't have serious injuries, they were just skin traumas. The bump wound had been treated, and he had a slight concussion. After three or four days in the hospital, he was discharged.

Although Fang Mu's wounds are constantly healing, the stimulation he experienced that day is still too great, and the number of times he inadvertently touched Zanglanbo began to increase in his daily life.

"Then I went home that day and found that the house we lived in was different from what I remembered. Is this also fake?" Fang Mu, who was discharged from the hospital, got into the co-pilot of Zanglanbo, still a little worried.

Zang Lanbai looked like he wanted to laugh, but held back, he explained to Fang Mu: "The house you went back to is different from what you remembered, it may be because the house you went back to is not our house. , you entered the wrong door."

"That's impossible!" Fang Mu immediately retorted: "I opened the door with the key, how could it be that I entered the wrong door!"

Zang Lanbai, who originally wanted to deal with this matter by himself, had to change his decision. He turned the steering wheel and drove in another direction.

15 minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of a certain community.

Zang Lanbai took Fang Mu in and took the elevator to the floor where Fang Mu came that day. Fang Mu followed him closely all the way, holding hands and clinging to each other.

Zang Lanbai came to the door of the head of the household, called the lock repair worker, and replaced the old door lock.

The door lock was badly damaged and looked like it had been broken open with a sharp object.

The replaced lock was handed over to Fang Mu, and after a while, the head of the household also came over, and yelled at Fang Mu who broke the door lock of his house and broke into his house, so that Fang Mu couldn't lift his head, and said nothing. not come out.

Zang Lanbai stood in front of him and kept apologizing for what was wrong.

In the end, I changed the door lock for the head of the household and lost a small sum of money.

On the way back, looking at Fang Mu who was stupidly holding the broken lock, Zang Lanbai asked jokingly, "Is it a little more realistic this time?"

This is all too real.

Fang Mu, who originally thought he had gone to heaven, was finally awakened by this vulgar insult, and he couldn't recover for a long time until he got into the car.

"This...how did you stab it?" Fang Mu looked at Zang Lanbai cautiously.

Fang Mu had to ask Zang Lanbai about what he did, but the two of them didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it.

Zang Lanbai curled his lips: "I don't know, I just know that the folding mini knife on my keychain has a sharp edge, and I'm afraid it can't be used."

"Oh." Fang Mu blushed uncontrollably, and said again after a while: "Sorry."

Zang Lanbai drove the car into the street and replied without looking sideways: "It's okay."

It was eight o'clock in the evening when Jin Shuo arrived at Tenerai Winery. After the driver parked the car in the underground garage, Jin Shuo got out of the car, swiped his card and got on the elevator, and went straight to the top floor of the winery.

When we reached the top floor, the night outside greeted our eyes, and there were still lights flickering from time to time in the distance, reflecting the lake in the distance. This place can be regarded as an excellent place to enjoy the night view.

But at this moment, Jin Shuo didn't have such a leisurely heart. He walked to the second-to-last room on the top floor, and he stood in front of the door and knocked on the door.

After a pause, a deep male voice came out from inside.

Jin Shuo opened the door and walked in. The suite was very spacious. On the leather sofa inside sat a man whose expression was hidden in the darkness.

The lighting in the room was very dim, only the opposite screen was playing pornographic videos, emitting dim light of ambiguous tones.

Jin Shuo saw the cigarette between the man's fingers, shaking it from time to time, and a boy was kneeling at his feet.

"What's the matter, so panic?"

Jin Shuo closed the door, and his eyes fell on the boy kneeling on the ground with some displeasure.

"It's okay, don't worry about him, just say what you want."

Jin Shuo hesitated for a moment, and finally opened his mouth when the man's eyes turned because of his silence.

"Something is wrong with 00397."

"I know, it's not that the condition has been repeated, and it's not that it hasn't happened in these years."

Hearing the man's disapproving tone, Jin Shuo said again: "But this time it's different. Every customer who bought 00397 packed a puppy, but this one bought Fang Mu."

The amount of information brought by these words is enough to attract the other party's attention. Jin Shuo took a breath and continued: "When I ran into him on the street, he was shopping with his current benefactor. Holding hands."

"You mean he can stand up and walk now." After a pause, the man asked, "Who is 00397's guest this time? Have you checked?"

"I checked." Jin Shuo frowned: "The name is Zang Lanbai. Actually, I haven't heard of it much before. The information I found shows that he is Rong Ping's son."

"Ah, it's him, that's not surprising." The voice suddenly came from the inside of the suite, with a somewhat frivolous tone.

Wearing a nightgown, Wang Yun seemed to have just gotten up from the bed, went to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"you're awake?"

Wang Yun complained a little: "You are so noisy."

The pornography on the screen was still playing, and the sound was loudly screaming in response to the scene.

Jin Shuo looked at Wang Yun at this time: "Have you heard of this Zang Lanbai? Rongpin has heard of it, but I didn't know she had such a son."

"Zang Lanbai was very famous in this area five or six years ago. At that time, he was young and loved playing and crazy. I heard that his biggest hobby was falling in love, but the replacement quickly pulled away. He said that he was with him before. Those who have passed away will never forget him, but no one can bring him back after being separated from him."

"Oh? So you are very good at playing, and you are generous? What background?"

"Great hand?" Wang Yun's tone turned around: "No, I heard that he only talks to rich and powerful men, and—" Wang Yun's eyes flickered: "It seems that he has a sex addiction."

Speaking of which, the atmosphere started to become a little weird, and the man who had been sitting there smoking a sneer: "As expected of Rongpin's son."

Wang Yun agreed with some approval: "Who says it's not." He seemed to recall it for a while, and then smiled with a not-so-kind smile: "You haven't seen what he looks like, that face is really It's exciting, the last person I've seen in this circle who gave me such an impact on appearance was..."

"Who else?" The man asked in his condescending tone.

After eating dinner and entering the door, I returned to the home I hadn't entered for a long time.

After Zang Lanbai came out of the wash, he saw Fang Mu observing his piano in the living room again, touching it, turning it around twice, before sitting on the piano bench, and solemnly played the painter again.

Zang Lanbai's hair was still dripping, and he looked at Fang Mu who was sitting upright from top to bottom, and walked over after he finished playing the song.

He picked up Fang Mu and put him on the piano.

"Bang!..." With a sound, the piano under Fang Mu's body came out with several accents mixed with high and low sounds.

Fang Mu seemed to be taken aback, and put his hands on the piano keys, trying to stabilize his body.

But Zang Lanbai grabbed his ankle at this time, looking at his exposed white feet, looking at Fang Fangmu's wet eyes with a little panic.

As if fascinated, Zang Lanbai kissed his feet lightly.

Fang Mu gasped for a moment, and then he was about to shrink back and call: "Mr. Zang!" His hand frantically pressed out a few fragmented syllables on the keys: "Dirty...don't...don't be like this."

"Then what do you want?" Zang Lanbai got up slowly from a half-squatting kneel, and he approached Fang Mu: "I haven't finished what I said that day. After I confessed my love, you didn't give me an answer, Mumu."

Zang Lanbai looked at Fang Mu at a loss, and said in his mouth: "If you forget, I can ask again, more clearly and clearly, do you want to try to fall in love with me?"