Fu Jin got up early in the morning.

Brush your teeth and wash up and come out of the room.

Tai was still asleep, and he was making breakfast in the kitchen.

Fu Jin locked on the target, sat on the sofa, and determined to play with cats.

The cat liked to nest next to Fu Jin very much, and she curled up in a ball and put her head on Fu Jin's lap.

Fu Jin shook it around in front of the cat with a cat teasing stick, and the bell rang crisply, but she was unmoved. In contrast, Fu Da on the side, as a pet, was very dutifully winding around the sofa, staring at the shaking cat teasing stick, the sofa was too high, it couldn't go up, and could only surround Fu Jin's feet and stare at the cat teasing stick with longing eyes.

The descendant came out of the kitchen, holding the French toast.

Fu Jin looked at the descendant and asked her, "Does the cat have a name?"

"Nope." He put down the plate in his hand, "Mr. Fu wants to name it?"

Fu Jin looked at the sleeping cat coldly, and smiled ill-willedly, "Yes."

"Then Mr. Fu is free." Said the descendant.

"Since you live in my house, what do you think of my surname Fu?"

「… Mr. Fu, are you a noun?"

Fu Jin ignored her. Seeing that the cat didn't react, he smiled slightly, "Let's call Fu Ba."

"What do you think of the name?"

Yi already knows the truth of not being with Fu Jin, this person is sometimes terrifyingly naïve. She turned her face to look at Fu Jin, with a smile full of hypocrisy, and she replied very officially, "Mr. Fu likes it."

...

Of course, Fu Ba was just a casual joke from Fu Jin, and the cat's name was finally decided to be "Qian".

Qian doesn't like to play with people very much, except when Fu Jin called her, she has been staying indifferently at the top of the house and looking down on everyone, like a silent monitor.

Watching Fu Jin eat alone, Yi sat down across from him, "Did Mr. Fu sleep well last night?"

Fu Jin understood. He slowly tore the toast into strips, and then asked leisurely, "What do you want to ask?"

"You're really—" Descendant sighed with a smile before he spoke, "I want to ask you where and what kind of scene was you when you were first attacked?"

"Don't you know that?" Fu Jin frowned.

"Yes, your information is kept extremely confidential. From the time we knew of this mission to the time we were sent to protect you, we still only had the basics." Yi stood up, she walked to the side of the cabinet and took a few pieces of A4 paper and handed them to Fu Jin.

Fu Jin took it and swept it through the lines at a glance.

Above is probably his profile.

Age, birthday, height, weight, personality overview, upbringing, family background, occupation, family status, friendship status...

Everything that Fu Jin has has has been almost wiped out.

"It's really basic." Fu Jin put down the paper in his hand and was extremely calm.

"There's one thing I'm personally curious about. Mr. Fu's love history is clean." His finger moved to a blank line on the paper, "Haven't you ever liked anyone?"

Fu Jin looked at her, "Off topic." He said, asking again, "What do you want to know?"

Seeing that Fu Jin didn't want to answer, Yi returned to the topic with a very good look.

"Protecting you makes me feel very dangerous." Leaning forward, "I want to know everything you know."

Fu Jin pulled the chair back a little, "I'm only responsible for answering questions. As for how much you can ask, that's your own business."

"So the first question, I want to know when was the first time you were attacked?"

"April 30th, 8:40 p.m."

... It doesn't make sense.

Her heart fluctuated, and she continued to ask as usual, "What about after this?" What struck you? Appearance, species?"

"Raven." Fu Jin's knuckles tapped on the table, and the regular and rhythmic voice said, "A three-foot-tall bird led a flock of crows and broke in with broken glass."

"How did you survive?" Descendants asked.

"Here comes a graveman, with a silver mask, a black cloak, and a giant scythe, who is about one meter six tall, and you call her the Administrator."

"Is it the manager—" She was a little surprised, and then fell into some kind of thought.

"And then?"

"She told me she was going to kill me, but I'm still alive." Fu Jin said, his cold tone seemed to have no emotional fluctuations.

"..."The descendant pondered.

Managers never lie. Managers are the world's most disciplined gravemen.

If so... One possibility...

Fu Jin looked at Yi Zuo's silence, and he couldn't help but chuckle, "She also said that if this was reality, I would have died a long time ago." With a bit of frivolity, he said.

He smiled, "I see, I'll look into it for you as soon as I can."

"But before I do that, I have a few questions."

Fu Jin smiled, "But it's okay to say it."

...

When Tai came out of the room, he saw Fu Jin and his partner talking as if they were asking and answering.

"What are you guys playing?" He asked, frowning.

"Nothing." Fu Jin narrowed his eyes, "It's noon, I'll take a nap."

Fu Da followed Fu Jin and entered the room together.

Tai watched Fu Jin's door close, turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"

He suddenly asked, "Tai, do you remember how long it takes for the association to issue an S order?"

"Five days." Tai replied.

"What's wrong?"

"Then it's almost time for Elysy to come." Yi said with a smile.

Elysy, the last member of their group, a third-level graver. That being said, it has a very special ability.

"It should be." Tai replied to the descendants with a very face-saving face.

Unfortunately, Tai had no interest in the subject, and after a reply, he looked at the empty kennel on the side.

"Does Mr. Fu remember to feed the dog when he wakes up in the morning? He doesn't care about Fuda."

"I fed it." He said, looking at Tai, "Tai, you just... Are you complaining?" She seemed a little surprised.

Tai was stunned. He looked down at his hand, as if confused, "Like... Yes..."

"I... Let's go back to my room and get some sleep." He hesitated, turned and walked back to the room.

"Okay."

He watched as the door to Tai's room was closed.

She reached out and pulled out a piece of pure white paper from the brown paper bag.

Fingertips stroked the upper right corner, and the golden word "S" appeared.

She looked at the word with a solemn expression.

…

Fu Jin didn't go to bed directly.

He turned on the computer, connected to the Internet, searched for "Fengyun", found "I am an author" on the page, entered the account and password and opened his writer's background.

It's been two years, and he's not writing novels for two years.

It's hard to believe it's been so long.

From his fire to the sealing of the pen, everything in it...

He found that his comments were bright.

The number 996 was brushed out in red, which was much more than he expected. He clicked in.

After reading them one by one, Fu Jin saw a lot of familiar names in the comment area... They kept chasing him for two years.

In addition to a few die-hard fans who signed in, one person almost accounted for 1/3 of the number of messages. A man named "Wisher Eternal". Fu Jin looked at this name and was unexpectedly very unfamiliar. But even so, the tone of this person's speech in the reader's comment area seems to be familiar with him.

"Why don't you write an article?"

Fu Jin looked at this message.

... yes, why didn't he write an essay anymore?

It's so ridiculous, Fu Jin still remembers the decision he made when he decided to close the pen, but he can't remember why he closed the pen.

No matter how much he tried to think about it, he couldn't remember why he closed the pen.

He only knew that he shouldn't write, couldn't write, and didn't want to write.

Fu Jin continued to look down.

Exactly the same person, wish for eternity.

Fu Jin has no image of this person, and he is completely unfamiliar with this reader.

"Do you remember why you closed your pen at the time?"

"Think about it, what did you persist in the beginning, and why did you give up in the end?"

He swiped a lot of information in the comment area, most of which were repetitive, constantly repeated, almost a slaughter version.

Fu Jin thought for a while and replied to him, "Why did I seal the pen, is it important to you?"

0

The first quarter moon hung in the air, and Fu Jin walked alone in the empty city.

The street signs are lonely and lit, and moths linger on the illuminated street lamps.

In the silence, he heard faint footsteps.

A girl with an oil-paper umbrella walked across from him.

Fu Jin couldn't see the upper half of her face, only her curved chin and lips.

Her long silver hair, cherry lips, and dancôme were smeared, and her fingertips were dyed with a little powder.

He couldn't say why, but he knew it was a girl.

She lowered her head, and the umbrella was pressed down diagonally.

The silver hair brushed by, and just as she was about to pass him, she turned sideways and reached out to hug him.

"Fu... Wake up." She spoke in a humble tone, as if begging, "Everyone is waiting for you."

The oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground.

Fu Jin still didn't see her face.

The girl was on tiptoe and her chin rested on his shoulder.

Fu Jin couldn't hear the girl's words anymore, he only heard the girl's heart.

She said, "That's the only reason I'm here."

There was only this one sentence, and after a shocking piercing of the air, it fell silent.

Fu Jin knew that she was just silently monologging.

Because no one knew that when he woke up on the morning of May 1st, he could hear the sound of his heart.

Nobody knows.

And the girl's sentence contains the complex and pure affection that he has only seen in his life.

Fu Jin just stood there, letting her hold him, her face expressionless.

0

Fu Jin was woken up by a sudden ringtone on his mobile phone.

He has always slept lightly.

"What time is it?" It was Yan Ziyi, he picked up the phone and asked the person on the other side of the phone.

"You just woke up? Half past twelve." Hikoko also said.

... It turned out that he had slept for more than ten hours.

Fu Jin sat up, put on an indoor drag, and just got up, his voice was full of sand, heavy, he was a little lazy, "What's the matter?"

"You're moving again?" Hikoko also asked.

"Didn't move." Fu Jin replied.

"And what's going on in your house?"

"What's going on?" Fu Jin picked up the mug at the head of the bed and drank the remaining half of the water inside.

"Why do you have a woman in your family?"

"Oh... You mean her..."Fu Jin narrowed her eyes, "She and her brother were chased and killed by the underworld, and they fell in isolation a few days ago, I saw that she was pitiful and agreed to take her in, but who knew that she saw that I was gentle and considerate, handsome and chic, and immediately swore that I would not marry, so I stayed at my house after that." He said this very smoothly.

Hikoko was also silent. This lies and rhymes? He didn't know where to start complaining. Should it be more serious? Or do you just follow him?

"Where is the underworld that pursued her?"

"I punched me back and fell apart." Fu Jin said in a calm tone.

"You think you're Saitama?" Hiko also complained.

Fu Jin raised his eyebrows and replied as a matter of course, "Of course not, I have hair."

Why hasn't he killed him yet? Probably because he's his dad.

"..."Fu Dad Yanzi also held back his swear words after thinking deeply about the mysteries of the great universe and why Fu Jin existed in this world.

"So where are you now?" Fu Jin yawned and walked out of the room.

Hikoko gritted her teeth, "Outside your house."

"Why don't you come in?"

Yanzi also touched the goosebumps on his hands, and he had to remind Fu Jin: "You have a woman in your family." His phobia was about to flare up.

"Useless innocent little virgin."

"It's okay, Dad understands that you are a magician with a blank emotional history, and I feel uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry, I'm a single nobleman." Cutting off Yan Ziyi's phone, Fu Jin slowly dangled to the door and opened the door for Yan Ziyi.