Feng Zhi was sick, and as always, he gathered the identities of the three people on himself.

As for when it started, maybe even Feng Zhi himself can't say.

The person who was lying on the bed sleeping with his eyes closed suddenly woke up, and those eyes were by no means what Feng Zhizhi had, thorough and weak. is completely different from the person called Feng Zhi, Feng Zhi's eyes are a bleak, wise but disgusted feeling, from his eyes it seems that there is no desire for life, can even be summed up in two words: misanthropy.

Feng Zhi had no enthusiasm because there was one thing that overdrew all his ability. He has no interest in anything, but he has patience for one thing, but he has become paranoid.

Sitting in the corner of the bed, Feng Zhi glanced at the outline of the entire room with a blank look in his eyes, as if he had long been used to it, so even in this case, he did not act very flustered.

A voice was telling him, "Go, go see her." ”

Who to meet? Where is he going? Feng Zhi rubbed his head, he had a headache. If he did it now, it meant that he had to obey orders and be at his disposal, and he didn't like it.

The room was a little dim, Feng Zhi got out of bed, and opened the curtain, which left only a gap, and the sudden intrusion of sunlight made him have to cover his eyes to get used to the light. Gradually, he stopped feeling the glare and let go of the back of his hand.

The whole room is bathed in sunlight, but inside the room is a different scene.

Messy, dirty.

There were a large number of plastic bags and mineral water bottles taken from the supermarket piled up in the corner, and Feng Zhi walked into the bending sword and picked up a few plastic bags.

He didn't know how people endured life in this environment, but now he was full of discomfort when he looked at this environment, and even goosebumps.

Picked up the mineral water bottles and wine bottles one by one and threw them into the plastic bag, Feng Zhi searched for a long time and couldn't find the washing machine, so he could only throw all the clothes thrown at the foot of the bed into the bathtub in the bathroom.

Soon the room was completely new, the floor was polished, the sheets were neatly folded, and even the dining table that Feng Zhi used to feed his stomach was tidy enough.

In the past, Feng Zhi didn't like to open the curtains, most of the time he was accompanied by darkness, he felt that that kind of life was more in line with his habits, and it became a habit in the long run.

The clothes on the windowsill were still dripping, and a small puddle of water had already gathered on the ground. The sunlight outside the window was just right, and Feng Zhi glanced at the wall clock opposite the window.

The voice that made him nervous echoed in his ears again, repeated over and over again: If you don't go, you won't have time, go.

Zhao Min sat on a bench in the garden of the hospital and basked in the sun, the sun and temperature were good today, and Zhao Min agreed to come down and take a look under the persuasion of the nurse's eldest sister. In order to avoid secondary injury, Zhao Min was pushed down in a wheelchair.

"Sister Zhao, I have long advised you to come down, but you still don't come, look at how warm it is, rare good weather~"

Zhao Min tried to look directly at the sunlight and couldn't open his eyes at all, it was completely different from the feeling of hitting the top of his head, Nuan Nuan was extremely comfortable, "It's quite comfortable." ”

Snowfall was the norm some time ago, and the weather temperature was much lower than today's.

Across the green belt, there was also a man sitting on another bench behind Zhao Min.

"Sister Zhao, you sit here first, and I'll go up and get you a blanket." It looked warm on this day, but after all, it was still winter, and Zhao Min's leg doctor took special care of it, so he had to pay special attention. And Zhao Qi also told her to take care of her mother before leaving, and she didn't dare to slack off when she took people's money to do things.

"Go ahead, don't be in a hurry and take your time." Zhao Min knew that her legs and feet were not very good, and she occasionally limped when she walked.

With permission, she placed Zhao Min, "Okay, I'll go, you wait for me here." ”

After the nurse left, the man got up from his chair and walked straight over.

After seeing his face clearly, Zhao Min had a smile on his face and waved at him, "Such a coincidence?" Why are you coming to the hospital again? ”

Feng Zhi put his hands in the pockets of his cotton clothes, and his eyes never left the person in front of him for a moment, "Road... "It's different from before, in the eyes of outsiders, Feng Zhi is now a little introverted and shy, and he doesn't even dare to look Zhao Min directly into her eyes.

Zhao Min was stunned, this feeling made Zhao Min have a little illusion, he was very similar at this moment...... Song Silk. "You ......" Zhao Min remembered that he met him in the alley that day, he was sharp and capable, and he was not at all like today.

Feng Zhi looked at her in some surprise, and Zhao Min smiled awkwardly after realizing his thoughts, "You were in a hurry last time, and I didn't even have time to ask what your name was." ”

"My name is Song.."

A shout interrupted what Feng Zhi was about to say.

Before anyone could hear him, Zhao Min's nurse appeared from behind the green vegetation with a blanket two seconds later. "Sister Zhao, I took off the blanket, do you want to cover it first?"

said that she was asking, but in fact, she had already leaned forward to put it on her, and Zhao Min raised her hand and let her tuck the corner of the blanket for herself.

"Excuse me, I didn't hear what you just said?"

"Just call me Feng Zhi" He lied, he was not Feng Zhi, but he also understood that the name Song Bo was only temporarily picked up by him.

In front of Zhao Min, he will never be able to become that Song Bo, because that Song Bo is dead. Now he is just a person imagined by Feng Zhi--- a person named Song Bo. So when Zhao Min asked him what his name was, his first reaction was to want to answer Song Bo.

His mind was simple, because there was only one thing in this mind: he wanted to see Zhao Min.

To be honest, he didn't know what Feng Zhi's purpose was for what he had imagined? He hasn't allowed himself to do anything for so long? Except for the occasional glance at the person in front of you.

But most of the time, he did it himself, as Feng Zhi.

He is human but not human, he has his own independent thoughts but relies on Feng Zhi's body to live, he never knows when he will come, let alone when he will leave.

He had never liked his stolen name.

Feng Zhi told him that he had to become Song Bo! If he can't become Song Bo, then he is nothing, and other than that, he is just a person who is imagined to be reality but never exists.

He sometimes thought: it's good to just disappear, he doesn't know who he is anyway? But then he was unwilling, why was he forced to appear but not recognized?

"Mr. Feng, do you want to go up and sit down? It's much warmer in the hospital room than it is here. Maybe he had been outside for a long time, but Zhao Min noticed that his eyes and the tip of his nose were slightly red.

"No need, I still have to go beforehand."

It's the same refusal, but this time Zhao Min doesn't know why he gave her a little different feeling, like ...... The road is deserted.