As soon as it dawned, the phone on the bedside table rang. She subconsciously and quickly pressed the alarm and continued to sleep. After two seconds, Fu Xiao reacted. She opened her eyes, looked at the familiar ceiling, and realized that she was no longer in the UK.

She went home.

I just returned to China yesterday and am about to get up early today. My brain is drowsy, but Fu Xiao is very clear-headed. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, but as soon as she opened the door, she smelled the faint fragrance of rice.

She walked to the restaurant in surprise and happened to have two bowls of porridge served in Fucheng.

Fu Xiao: "When did you get started?"

Fucheng: "Just half an hour earlier. Sister, do you drink porridge?"

The siblings sat at the table and ate breakfast together.

Seeing Fu Cheng drinking the porridge with spoonfuls of porridge, Fu Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed not as serious as she thought.

She will never forget the way she looked when Fucheng first started to get sick two years ago. He was almost as thin as a bone. When Fu Xiao received the news to pick him up in the army, her younger brother was as thin as a hairy man, and his face was almost gone. When he saw her, he still smiled at her, so that she didn't have to worry.

Then how could you not worry!

She took Fucheng to many hospitals, went to the United States and the United Kingdom, and finally the situation finally stabilized before she returned to Shencheng to continue to recuperate.

After finishing the meal and changing his clothes, Fucheng was a little hesitant. "Sister, I went to see Dr. Zhao last week and I have already taken the medicine."

Fu Xiao glared at him: "No, come with me and have a good check!"

"……Um."

When I arrived at a private hospital, I had a CT scan, a MI, and then some blood samples. In the afternoon, Fu Xiao took his younger brother to find Dr. Zhao.

Dr. Zhao is a young doctor in his thirties. Although he is not old, he is quite famous in the treatment of anorexia. After carefully reading the film and test form, he prescribed some medicines and prescribed a few bottles of nutrient solution. He is also acquaintances with the siblings. Dr. Zhao looked at Fu Xiao, then looked at Fu Cheng, and said helplessly: "The recurrence rate of this disease is not very high, about 0.5%-3.7%, and the recurrence rate of men is even lower. Most An patients I have seen are caused by excessive dieting, so even if they are temporarily cured, as long as they have the opportunity, they will have the possibility of recurrence. But Fu Cheng, you are not, you are the anorexia psychiatric caused by the sudden death of your family, which leads to extreme depression."

Putting the test form aside, Dr. Zhao said: "Your sister and I have also communicated. My suggestion is, you go find a psychologist and provide some guidance. Of course, I mentioned this suggestion two years ago. I hope you can adopt it this time."

After leaving the hospital, Fu Xiao was still recalling the doctor's words: "Acheng, why don't you find a psychologist."

Fu Cheng smiled helplessly when he heard this: "Sister, you know what you really need for me."

Fu Xiao stopped, and after a while, she said, "What if I can never get Rogue 318?"

Fucheng was silent for a moment: "It's okay."

Fu Xiao looked at him and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

I spent a day in the hospital, and had a medical treatment and an infusion. By the time the two left, it was already evening.

After taking a taxi back to the community, the two got off at the intersection.

Fu Cheng was holding a black plastic bag with the hospital mark in his hand. While Fu Xiao reminded him to have a good meal, he opened the mobile phone takeaway software: "Forget it tonight, it's too late to eat some takeaway. When tomorrow starts, I'll cook for you, do you know?"

Fucheng: "Sister, how long have you asked for a leave?"

Fu Xiao: "What are you doing, a week? But don't try to escape. If your health has not improved this week and you still have to vomit, I will take another week off and watch you well!"

Fucheng: "..."

Fu Xiao complained, "Oh, I would have known that I wouldn't use the annual leave in advance this year. When I was on my honeymoon with your brother-in-law this year, I played for a few more days and used up the annual leave together. Now, I had been leaving for seven days of annual leave, and I wanted to wait for you to return home to accompany you next month's birthday. Let's not talk about your birthday, maybe the holidays are not enough."

"It's okay, I'm pretty good. Sister, you'll go back in two days."

"How can that work? I have to watch you and can't let you continue like this."

Fu Cheng smiled and bent his eyes, his voice was gentle: "I'm not doing anything either. You saw it with your own eyes when you come back this time. Today I heard from Dr. Zhao. They are all okay, not that serious. And you haven't gone back, so you just let your brother-in-law stay in the UK alone. This is not good. I'm fine, wait for two days..."

The voice suddenly stopped, and the smile on Fucheng's face froze. He looked at the man standing under the street light not far away. After two seconds, he turned his head and smiled and said to Fu Xiao: "Wait in two days, you can go back to the UK."

Fu Xiao also saw the man standing at the entrance of the community.

The sky gradually became dim and the street lights on both sides of the street were on. The model-like man stood by the roadside, leaning against a Ferrari, putting his hands in his bag, smoking a cigarette and looking up at them. This area is all high-end communities, with good greening. The shade of summer is covered with loud cicadas, and the noisy cicadas are roaring on the towering trees. The man clamped his sunglasses on the collar of the T-shirt, and his long hair tied behind his head, forming a small tug. He lowered his head slightly, and the fine hair on his forehead fell alongside his neck, with his eyes quiet and silent.

He kept looking at Fucheng quietly.

Fu Xiao: "Are you a friend, Acheng."

It took a long time before she heard her younger brother's gentle reply: "Yes."

"Sister, you go up first."

Fu Xiao frowned and wanted to ask clearly about the situation, but looking at her younger brother's gentle gaze, she silently and nodded, "Okay."

Fu Xiao took the plastic bag containing medicine in Fucheng's hand and turned around and entered the community.

Fucheng walked over.

"Teacher Zhuo," his voice calmed down and his expression was as usual, without much change. He asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhuo Huan did not answer, but looked at Fu Xiao's back: "Who is that?"

Fucheng: "My sister."

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and slowly stood up straight: "You asked for leave today."

Fucheng said lightly: "Well, I remember I asked for leave from you in the morning."

"Please leave to go to the hospital for treatment?"

“…”

"What disease?"

Fucheng looked up at him and asked, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Zhuo Huan's eyes moved, and he held the cigarette in his fingers and looked at the young man in front of him. After a while, he tickled his mouth gently and said, "Come with me." After that, he threw the cigarette butt into the trash can beside him, and then walked away.

He walked under the street lights, leaving the light step by step, and heading towards the darkness that was not illuminated by the street lights. He did not look back, but said that, as if he knew that the person behind him would follow him for granted. However, this time, Fucheng stood there, and he silently watched Zhuo Huan go further and further away.

Zhuo Huan turned around: "Fucheng."

Fucheng was stunned.

"What are you doing, come here."

“…”

"Your salary is deducted."

"……Um."

Fucheng followed.

Because there are high-end communities around, the floor area ratio is very low. Walking along the walking path, you will soon arrive at an artificial lake. On August night, the evening breeze is mixed with humid heat. It has just rained in the morning, so it is not too stuffy, and the nose is full of mud and fishy smell.

Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets: "How are you preparing for the test flight next week?"

Fucheng: "No problem, I have confirmed it three times."

"Will your illness affect test flights?"

"Won't."

There was a boring and repeated frog sound in the artificial lake, no one spoke, and the air had a moment of silence.

After a while, Zhuo Huan asked, "What's your disease?"

Fucheng slowly raised his head and his eyes suddenly looked into a cold and cold eyes. His throat seemed to be even more restless and it was difficult to say anything. After a long time, he said quietly: "It's not a serious illness, it has nothing to do with you."

The two walked a few more steps.

Zhuo Huan: "How did you get anorexia psychotropia?"

His pupils were tightened, and Fucheng turned to look at him in surprise. The next moment, he squeezed his fingers tightly, turned around and left. Zhuo Huan whispered to Ju Jiao, and then grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing, Fucheng!"

"Is it related to you what disease I have?!"

Looking at the young man's cold and angry eyes, Zhuo Huan suddenly stopped talking. After a few seconds, he asked irritably: "Aren't I fucking caring for you?"

Fucheng: "When did I need your care?"

Zhuo Huan held Fucheng's wrist tightly and laughed angry at him: "You fucking..." Are you sick?

The last two words were not spoken out, and they were drowned in the young man's red eyes.

The heart paused silently, and hundreds of scents of sensations that surged like a flood quickly spread in my heart. Irritability, helplessness, anger, regret, too many strange feelings that I had never felt before, all of them collapsed. Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng's red eyes, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

Fucheng turned around and was about to leave again.

But he was still holding his wrist tightly.

"The last time you vomited in the bathroom, it wasn't because you felt disgusting when you kissed me..." It should have been a sure and confident tone, but in the end, Zhuo Huan silent for a while and added two words: "Is it right?"

Fucheng did not look back. After a long time, he replied dullly: "Yes."

Zhuo Huan: "What the hell is going on? That disease."

Fucheng shook his hand vigorously, then walked away.

"……Hold!"

The man strode after him and then grabbed his hand: "Nie Xiang said that your illness is related to Roger 318, is it because Roger 318? The victim of the surname Fu?"

A huge anger suddenly surged in his heart. Fu Cheng looked up at him and asked fiercely: "Don't you know? You've seen something, and you'll remember everything after seeing it three times. You always knew that my family was on that plane. You knew from the beginning, and you're here to ask me now?"

Zhuo Huan pursed his lips slightly, but he asked, "...Is it your father?"

Fucheng smiled, his eyes red, and he squeezed out from his teeth one by one: "Yes, you know everything. Yes, my father died in that air crash, and my mother was on it. I had anorexia, you know all of this. And I just slept with you and was fucked by you, so I don't have the right to point fingers at you, and I don't have the right to care about your life. What about you, Zhuo Huan? Are you sick? What do you care about me? Is my business related to you?"
To be continued...