Seattle, USA.

Approaching dusk, an Asian man was welcomed in the eastern suburbs residential area. The appearance is handsome and elegant, and the demeanor is indifferent, attracting many passers-by to look back frequently.

He was supposed to be looking for someone, checking the house number all the way, occasionally asking nearby residents in English, and his voice was calm, concise and concise.

Most of the houses in the eastern suburbs are single-family houses, with high courtyard walls, and countless roses stretching out of their branches, blooming shyly in the sunset, telling love words to passers-by along the way.

The man's figure was tall and slender, dragged out by the setting sun and a long dark shadow, and the heart that he once thought had been dead for many years was beating vividly again as he got closer and closer to his destination. Even if the beating rhythm is like that of an old man in the twilight, weak and weak, at least it is resurrecting.

"Sir, are you in a car?" The taxi driver asked politely through the half-open window.

"No, you don't." The man's voice is magnetic and quiet. He glanced up at the house number, his Adam's apple trembled, but his tone was faint: "I've arrived." ”

……

At the same time, Gu Cheng had just walked down from the attic, and there was a cold lunch on the plate, and Ah Sheng didn't move.

"Auntie hasn't eaten in two days." Gu Liusha had no intention of watching TV again, and followed Gu Cheng into the kitchen, with hidden worries between his immature eyebrows.

Gu Cheng turned his back to Gu Liusha and seemed to ease his emotions: "She will eat, dinner...... She had to eat. ”

Even if she didn't eat it, he would force her to eat it.

It was he who was negligent. After Seattle entered March, it seems that everything is showing signs of improvement, Shen Ya has passed the dangerous period, and her body is recovering day by day; Even Ah Sheng is getting better day by day, although he doesn't talk much a lot of the time, his behavior and speech are not much different from normal people. But she fell ill two days ago.

At noon that day, Gu Cheng was cooking, and Ah Sheng saw that the sun was good, so he took Shen Ya's mattress to the yard and exposed it to the sun.

She found a newspaper in Shen Ya's room, and the male and female scandal protagonists: Lu Zichu and Carl.

The report was written too explicitly, and it was too ambiguous, Ah Sheng was attentive, Gu Cheng found out too late, and by the time he snatched the newspaper from Ah Sheng, Ah Sheng had already read the entire report.

Gu Cheng didn't have time to say anything, but Ah Sheng spoke. She looked at Gu Cheng and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "When is the rice good?" Hungry. ”

Although her words were as simple as ever, Ah Sheng's calm expression betrayed her injury.

Gu Cheng went into the kitchen to prepare lunch, but he was distracted and paid attention to Ah Sheng, but in the blink of an eye, he raised his eyes again and found that Ah Sheng was gone.

In the streets at noon, the sun scorched the earth.

Ah Sheng was wearing a white nightgown, the family slippers had already run away, running barefoot on the street, the brakes sounded sharply, and the owner of the car was shocked, glaring at her and scolding her for being a psychopath.

Ah Sheng stood in it, in the strange eyes of everyone, his steps were messy, looking for Lu Zichu's figure, panicked and helpless like a child.

Ah Sheng's faith collapsed, Lu Zichu fell in love with someone else, and her hoarse call could not hide her despair.

"Smack-"

In the traffic, Gu Cheng, who was anxious and frightened, slapped Ah Sheng hard, his eyes were bloody, his forehead was full of sweat, and his body trembled as he stared at Ah Sheng, and his palms were hot.

"Gu Sheng, do you want to die? You answer me, do you want to die so much? ”

Gu Sheng seemed to wake up suddenly, looking around blankly, an ugly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but big tears began to fall from his smile.

"Brother, I'm better off dead than alive."

……

The doorbell rang, repelling the wetness in Gu Cheng's eyes.

"I'll open the door." Gu Liusha had already turned around and left the living room.