Chapter 31 Sick

Feng Ran quickly understood the whole story.

Everything was a scam carefully planned by Shen Zhi. He was involved in the dispute over the inheritance from the beginning.

Shen Zhi did not deceive him. Indeed, his engagement with Feng Qing was confirmed long before they met, and it was the unanimous opinion of both parents.

Shen Zhi just did not tell him the truth.

Including their parents did not get a marriage certificate, they were a couple without legal recognition. He and Shen Zhi, as well as his stepbrothers, had nothing to do with each other.

The dinner party called his mother's remarriage was actually just a prelude to the meeting between Shen Zhi and Feng Qing.

The father and son of the Shen family were usually kind and filial in front of outsiders. Shen's father did not want to break this beautiful vision and cause others to criticize him, so he came up with a way to use Feng Qing's hand to transfer the inheritance legitimately. The one who benefited the most might be Feng Ran's mother.

At that time, Shen Zhi would not get anything, and the reputation of his family would be preserved.

Shen Zhi could have found countless ways to deal with it, but by chance, he met Feng Ran.

A man who was in love with him.

"With this person around, you can drag out this secret relationship until your father becomes seriously ill and the truth comes out. No one can force you to get engaged, and the inheritance won't be able to..." Feng Ran's throat caught. "Is that right, Chen Zhi?" Chen

Zhi was silent, as if accepting this statement. He didn't argue, but just said, "You should talk less. You will feel sleepy after taking the medicine. Sleep well and you will get better faster."

Feng Ran said, "Are you satisfied now?"

"..."

"You have achieved your goal, it's time for me to go." Feng Ran closed his eyes, "This is what you have always wanted. That's why you are so annoyed with me and disgusted with me, so Shen Yuan will..."

"No, Feng Ran." Shen Zhi held his hand tightly, as if with a little more force, he could make this person leave his life later, "It was my fault at the beginning. I don't care about anything now. I just want you to be well."

"That's because you have everything!"

"Listen to me, I don't want a penny of his money, he can give it to whoever he wants. I told my aunt yesterday and let her make the decision. He is dying, and I have to go to the hospital to sign. None of this matters. I want to say that I plan to sell this house later, and we will go back to your house together, okay? I can be anywhere, as long as I am with you."

Feng Ran suddenly had a splitting headache. He frowned and bent his fingers to tap his solar plexus, but was pressed down by Shen Zhi, who slid his fingers across his forehead, feeling cold and soft. The pain was suppressed.

"It's okay. You can do anything anyway, whatever you want." Feng Ran whispered.

Shen Zhi kissed his hand, his head hung very low, and it took nearly a minute before he got up and tucked him in.

"Go to sleep, I'll help you remove the needle later."

Shen Zhi came to the living room.

This place was very lively a few hours ago, with people who were shocked and speechless, jumping up and down, pointing at his nose and scolding, and persuading him... Now everyone has left and the tea has been cold, only Feng Qing is sitting on the sofa. When she saw him coming down, she immediately said, "How is my brother, can I see him?"

Feng Qing also learned about the engagement recently. Suffering from the inability to contact Feng Ran, and being coerced by her mother's soft and hard tactics, crying and making a fuss, she had to reluctantly agree, but Shen Zhi once told her that he had his own way. Unexpectedly, it was such a way.

Chen Zhi said, "He's asleep."

Feng Qing still wanted to argue, and said, "I'll just take a look at the door."

Chen Zhi smiled and sat down, put a mobile phone on the coffee table and pushed it in front of her: "I know what you are planning. His friend returned to China, but didn't tell him, and the previous plan with him was for next month. It doesn't matter what you plan to do this month, but no one can let him leave me again, and I will never allow it."

Feng Qing stood up, saw Feng Ran's phone clearly, and stared at him with wide eyes: "You actually!"

"Just helping him with some work."

Feng Qing sat down again after a while: "Ren He...did return to China, because he has a performance this month. But it's not what you think."

"Where is the performance?"

"Hai City."

"Where is it? Convention and Exhibition Center, or International Stadium?"

"...Not that big, just a bar. Their band started there."

"Are you on vacation? Didn't he invite you?"

"I'm not on vacation, I still have exams."

"I've seen your course requirements. There are only six classes this semester, five of which are in-class tests and one is a major assignment. There are no exams."

Feng Qing was horrified and said, "Yes... This is the course I failed last semester and I had to take again. It's not on the school's official website."

"You failed a course?"

Feng Qing was almost fidgeting: "Yes... No, it's just that my score was low, so I'm taking it again to get a higher score."

Chen Zhi smiled suddenly: "That's it."

Feng Qing lowered her head and just drank her tea. Chen Zhi remained silent and filled the teacup as soon as it was empty.

There was a ding in the kitchen, and Chen Zhi said, "The cake is ready, wait a minute."

When he came back, Feng Qing declined to eat it. During this time, she finally thought about the words and asked, "Brother Chen Zhi, did you do this on purpose today? At that time, your brother came downstairs and said that something happened, so everyone went upstairs, but..."

"Yes, otherwise why would Feng Ran agree to let me make it public? This is the only way."

At this point, Feng Qing couldn't stay any longer and got up to say goodbye.

Feng Ran had several dreams. When he woke up from the confusion, he wondered which dream he was still in.

The extreme pain in his throat aroused his consciousness. He called Shen Zhi softly and the door opened.

Shen Zhi came in with water, put the back of his hand on his forehead and said, "Better."

"How long did I sleep?"

"Three hours."

After a long time, Feng Ran said, "Can I leave here? The bodyguards are not here today. Your dad doesn't plan to keep you locked up anymore. You are free, so it's time to give me freedom."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know, maybe just... go out for a walk."

"Let's go."

They drove out.

Feng Ran couldn't remember the last time he went out. The claustrophobic life these days was as illusory as a dream, but the occasional dull pain in his left shoulder reminded him of everything that had happened.

Late at night, there were few people in Linhe Park, and the cold wind blew from the center of the lake. He was wrapped tightly in a cotton jacket and scarf by Shen Zhi, but he still felt cold.

He habitually touched his pockets, but found nothing. He realized that the thing should have been disarmed by Shen Zhi long ago.

Then Shen Zhi handed him a cigarette and flicked open the shell of the lighter. There was a crisp sound of ding, and the flame danced in the wind.

It was indeed a top-notch lighter. Feng Ran admired it in his heart.

But after a few puffs, it went out. He no longer had such a strong desire to smoke.

Shen Zhi asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Maybe."

Shen Zhi said, "If you want, we can go out for a walk every day. Any time is fine."

Feng Ran did not comment.

Chen Zhi picked up a stone and skipped it on the water. Several circles swung on the water. He handed a stone to Feng Ran. Feng Ran held it in his palm and remembered that he could skip up to 20 stones in a row when he was a child. Then he said, "I don't play this anymore." "

It doesn't matter. No matter what you want to do, I will accompany you." He asked for the first time, "Do you want to go to the bar?"

Feng Ran hurriedly said, "No."

He was not refusing, he really didn't want to. Chen

Zhi nodded and said, "Well, forget it. I've just recovered from my illness and my body can't take it."

Feng Ran said, "The bars on that street... have all moved. Did you know about this?"

"Whether they move or not, it doesn't affect them much. The documents for the urban planning project have been issued a long time ago, and they will be demolished in a few years."

"You did it."

"I don't have that much ability." Chen Zhi smiled.

Feng Ran stood still: "What else have you done? Tell me."

Chen Zhi thought for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"Everything, about me, how many people have you influenced, how many things have you done that are shameful and cannot be told to me?" Chen

Zhi turned and looked at him. His eyes were so clear under the sparkling water. The moonlight fell on this face that had no flaws. With the slight movements of the corners of his mouth and the slight movement of his cheeks, the light and shadow alternately outlined it, vivid as a painting.

He said: "There is nothing shameful. It's just that I love you."

After that, Shen Zhi often took walks with him. Sometimes to the park, sometimes on the street, and most often in the courtyard at home. Feng Ran's illness took a long time to recover. He said that he was in good health before and had never been like this. The doctor couldn't explain why, but just told him to pay more attention.

They walked through the familiar street, the car dealership where Feng Ran used to work. The smell of engine oil wafting from the intersection made him feel at ease, so he stopped and stared at it for a while.

Chen Zhi said, "The old man is still here, and he's in good health."

As he was talking, a young man ran out of the truck, shouting and screaming, with two tires hanging on his arms. Feng Ran stopped breathing. It was Xiaofu.

Chen Zhi observed his expression and said, "I asked him to come here... This is what you expected before, right? It suits him very well."

Feng Ran said "hmm", turned around and left, his steps were very fast, as if he would disturb the rare tranquility that no longer belonged to him if he was a little slower.

He seemed to not understand Chen Zhi a little bit.

Chen Zhi's surveillance of him became more and more severe, and he would only feel at ease if they were together 24 hours a day.

But Feng Ran did whatever he wanted to do. He took a day to talk to Ren He on the phone for three hours and played games all night, and Chen Zhi didn't stop him.

He said, "As long as you can get better, anything is fine."

Feng Ran also felt strange. But when he woke up from a nightmare, Shen Zhi's arm was pressed on his chest. In the dark, he opened his eyes wide and listened to the even breathing around him. He realized that this might be some kind of heart disease.

He moved slightly, trying to move the arm away, and Shen Zhi woke up instantly.

"Where are you going?" He tried his best to wake up.

"Nowhere, you're pressing on me."

"Oh." Shen Zhi retracted his hand, turned over and looked at him.

Feng Ran said, "Go to sleep."

"You sleep first."

Feng Ran had to close his eyes. Shen Zhi

would not sleep unless he fell asleep.

It was unknown how long it had been, so long that Feng Ran's patience was almost exhausted. After making sure that the people around him had fallen asleep, he tried to make all his movements as light as possible, holding his breath, getting up, getting out of bed, walking, and opening the door.

He looked over at the last moment before closing the door. Shen Zhi was motionless and had already fallen asleep.

There were no bodyguards outside the door, and the only person who restricted him inside the door was not there.

He casually put on a bathrobe and stood by the window looking out.

It was dark, and there was no moonlight.

He had no ID or cash, and his mobile phone was locked up. Even if he went out, he would be caught back soon.

Where else could he go, even at the end of the world.

Early in the morning, Chen Zhi discovered that the cameras in his home had been destroyed one by one. He panicked and checked all the surveillance cameras within a five-mile radius, but he couldn't find any trace of Feng Ran. He

was in a trance until noon.

He had lost this person...completely.

In desperation, he stepped onto the steps of the rooftop. The morning breeze blew his hair and clothes. He stood on the edge of the bricks with some old cigarette butts under his feet.

Further down was a hard concrete floor with dead grass growing in the cracks.

He wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the last bit of gravity, but a soft whisper passed by his ears, like the wind blowing through the treetops, or drizzle falling into a pond.

He took a step back and searched quickly on the rooftop. In that hard-to-find sheltered corner, in the blind spot of the courtyard surveillance, Feng Ran was huddled inside, wrapped in only a bathrobe, his eyes closed, and his face flushed.