Chapter 100: Chinese New Year

In a blink of an eye, it is the cold December.
Lin is still not showing signs of returning home. Zhou Jiayu quietly went to look at the blood in the special blood refrigerator and found that there were actually a few more bags inside, but I didn't know when Lin was sent back.
The blood reveals a deep red color, packed in a transparent bag, giving off an icy scent, and does not see the burning sensation at the entrance.
Zhou Jiayu slowly took out a bag and held it in his hand. He smiled and said to the sacrifice that he was like a monster parasitic on Lin Bian, sucking the blood and vitality of Lin Biao.
Sacrifice eight to persuade Zhou Jiayu not to think too much, saying that these blood volumes are not too big, there should be no problem for Lin Zhushui.
Zhou Jiayu said: "So there is no problem with continuing to draw blood?"
Sacrifice eight fell into silence, it has recently squatted on the tortoise shell and did not move. At this time, the small yellow mouth was inserted into the feather on the right side of it, as if encountering a dangerous ostrich, can only escape, can not give Zhou Jiayu One answer he wants.
Zhou Jiayu sighed, put the blood back, and turned away.
In the evening, Zhou Jiayu found Shen Yusi and said that he wanted to talk to him. Shen Yan nodded at four o'clock, so the two went to the window sill.
There was heavy snow outside, the visibility was extremely low, and the cold wind blew on the face with a stinging sensation. Shen Yusi worried that Zhou Jiayu was cold, and suggested that he would enter the house and said that he was rejected by Zhou Jiayu.
"Just outside." Zhou Jiayu said, "I am afraid that I will be sleepy as soon as I enter the house." He has recently become more and more exhausted, and he sleeps for ten hours a day but still lacks strength.
"Okay." Shen Yusi can only agree.
Both of them ordered a cigarette and began to smoke slowly. Zhou Jiayu said: "Mr. Is this the first time to send blood back?"
Indulging in four cigarettes: "The first time, you don't think too much, the gentleman has a measure."
In this room, Shen Qiang, as a master, has always been more reliable, in the absence of Lin Biao. Zhou Jiayu guessed that Lin Zhushui will definitely hand over these things to him. Now, looking at the reaction of Shen Yusi, Zhou Jiayu is obviously guessing.
"How much blood does the bag contain in a bag?" asked Zhou Jiayu.
"I don't know." Shen Yanyi removed his gaze. "Not a lot... Zhou Jiayu..." He seems to want to persuade Zhou Jiayu not to worry, but when he sees Zhou Jiayu's eyes, he is perfunctory. But I can't say it.
Zhou Jiayu’s eyes have always been calm and gentle. Even when he first came here and faced the maliciousness of a house, he did not show pessimism. But at this time, the eyes were full of sadness, as if it was destroyed by the cold winter, people could not tell the words of deceiving him.
"Sinking four, I am not a fool." Zhou Jiayu is holding a cigarette in his hand. "Can you not lie to me as a child?"
Shen Yan four stretched out his hand and wiped a face. He didn't know what to say. Some things he couldn't tell Zhou Jiayu. This is Lin Biao's jealousy. Even if he hurts the heart of Zhou Jiayu, he can only do this. do.
"When can the gentleman come back?" Zhou Jiayu said, "I want to see him, I can see it at a glance."
Shen Yan four bites his teeth, sideways, his eyes no longer contact with Zhou Jiayu, he lowered his voice, as if deliberately controlling some kind of emotions that are about to get out of control: "Zhou Jiayu, you believe Mr. once."
Zhou Jiayu knows that Shen Yusi will not say anything more. He is somewhat disappointed. There is a little bit of sorrow in his voice. He thanked Shen Shen for four times, then he wiped out the smoke and turned back to the house.
Shen Yansi looked at his back and said nothing, but in the end he said nothing, and he reached out and punched the wall.
Because Zhou Jiayu is afraid of cold, the room has been heated very early, the walls and the ground are hot. Normal people may feel hot in the room wearing short sleeves, but Zhou Jiayu is still wrapped in his down jacket, sitting The bed was shivering by the coldness of the body.
A small piece of paper was accompanied by Zhou Jiayu. He looked at him with some worries and asked him if he was cold, and the small paper gave you milk to drink.
Zhou Jiayu touched his head and couldn’t say it. Dad didn’t want to drink milk.
When he just finished saying this, the door knocked at the door. Zhou Jiayu said that he had come in, and he saw Shen Yi poorly put a head in his head, saying that the jar, you are hungry, I will give you a hot A cup of milk.
Zhou Jiayu’s lips licked and didn’t say anything.
Shen Yipeng squeezed in from the crack in the door, holding a cup of milk that was steaming and said: "You drink, pot, I just gave you hot..."
Zhou Jiayu looked at Shen Yipeng. The black scorpion who was so stunned on weekdays slowly moved away. He didn’t seem to dare to look at Zhou Jiayu. He whispered: "Nothing, really." of."
Where does Zhou Jiayu believe him, how could he not understand the meaning of milk, or in this room, as long as it is the liquid that is given to him, there is something else in it - Lin Biao's blood.
"I know." Zhou Jiayu said, "Let's put it there."
Shen Yichang slowly came over and put the milk on the bed of Zhou Jiayu. He seemed to be afraid that Zhou Jiayu would not drink it. He also repeated a few words before he left.
After Shen Yiqian left, Zhou Jiayu sat for a long time at the bedside. The house was very quiet and could only hear the sound of snowflakes falling. In fact, if it is not a constitutional problem, Zhou Jiayu does not hate winter. He looks through the window and looks at the heavy black outside, and the round of bright moon hanging in the air.
Everything is silent, and people feel that the whole world will fall into a sleep.
Zhou Jiayu's body gave birth to tired sleepiness. He stood up and walked over to the bed and picked up the glass of milk.
The milk was indeed heated, and it was warm with the warmth of the person. It was very comfortable in the palm of your hand. Zhou Jiayu stared at the transparent glass and looked at the white liquid, showing a painful expression.
He didn't want to drink any more. Every time he took a drink, he felt that he was absorbing the life of the forest.
"Sacrifice eight, I don't want to do this anymore." Zhou Jiayu said to the little bird in his head, "I don't want to drink any more..."
"But do you want to waste so much blood in the forest?" Sacrifice eight said, "Do you want to pour them down? Or watch them deteriorate? Lin Bianshui doesn't have so much blood to waste you..."
Sacrifice eight is the truth, but sometimes the truth is the most painful words.
Finally, Zhou Jiayu still lifted the glass with a stiff movement, put the cup along the lip, and poured it in one bite. He swallowed in a big mouth and dared not stop. He was afraid that when he stopped, he would The liquid that was swallowed was all vomited.
The smell of iron in the milk hides a feeling of dizziness for Zhou Jiayu. He tries to pour milk into his mouth until the glass meets the bottom and stops.
"Oh..." The feeling of nausea that is difficult to suppress began to surge, and Zhou Jiayu smothered his mouth and forced himself to calm down this feeling.
This move cost him a lot of strength, he began to produce an indescribable fatigue, the body slowly fell softly on the bed, and the eyes also revealed a godless light.
The warmth of the body rushed away, driving away the chill that afflicted the body of Zhou Jiayu. It should have been very comfortable. However, Zhou Jiayu looked at the ceiling and thought about it. He didn’t want to drink any more. He didn’t want to Drinking...
The next day, it was still heavy snow.
The breakfast is very rich, buns porridge, bread, eggs, milk, everything. Of course, this is not what the people in the house do, but Shen Yipeng’s takeaway. They are worried that Zhou Jiayu’s appetite is not good. Their daily food is very rich, and they are all the dishes that Zhou Jiayu likes.
Zhou Jiayu went downstairs at ten o'clock. He wore a thick black down jacket, and his face was white, but in a month or two, he almost lost a circle with the little one. The face is even more pleasing. If Lin sees him like this, it will be very distressing.
If this year, Lin was not at home, everyone should have put out ma:\'j-ia: ng table started playing ma:\'j-ia:ng. But this year's atmosphere is heavy, and even a poor one is less.
Zhou Jiayu had breakfast, sitting on the sofa and licking the hair of the weasels for a while.
Shen Yipeng chatted with him next to him, saying that you know, Xu Jinyu was tossed by his master.
Zhou Jiayu asked him what happened?
Shen Yipeng said: "Oh, the vest of the dead woman on his website was seen by his master. The people on the website didn't call him the goddess. It was so much that he was so angry that his master took him a meal. Let's see you, look at him again-"
Zhou Jiayu couldn’t help but laugh and said what happened to me.
Shen Yipeng proudly said: "You can be much more powerful than Xu Jin, you and your husband are in love, Xu Jin has the ability to fall in love with his master."
Zhou Jiayu thought about the picture of Xu Jinyu, who had a bald-headed golden chain, and Xu Jian, who was strong and strong. He felt that it was too spicy eyes, or don’t continue to associate.
Then Shen Yipeng said some of the previous news, and asked Zhou Jiayu to remember the new man named Lu who was looking for the doll at the beginning of the game.
Zhou Jiayu thought for a while before thinking about it, saying, remember, what happened.
"He also found that Master began to show people Feng Shui." Shen Yipeng said, "Hey, but the technology is not very good, almost accident, it seems that I still meet Lin family..."
Zhou Jiayu listened and listened. He slept again. When he woke up again, it was afternoon. He was lying on the sofa in the living room, covered with thick bedding, and there was no one in the room.
Zhou Jiayu sat for a while and recalled that Shen Yiqian had just said something, but he suddenly remembered one thing. He dressed and hurriedly went to the water-filled residence and went into the study.
The water-filled study is very clean, with a row of neat bookcases standing next to it, and a few beautiful porcelains in the corner. When I saw the porcelain, Zhou Jiayu smiled. He remembered that when Lin was in trouble, he broke the blue-and-white porcelain for his wrist and did not know how much the porcelain was repaired... ...
Zhou Jiayu looked at his wrist and there was still a shallow trace of it flowing down at that time. However, he did not come to do this. He opened the bookcase of Lin Shushui and began to look it up.
After a while, the things he wanted were found. Two beautiful wooden boxes, one meter long, were placed in the corner of the bookcase. Zhou Jiayu reached out and took one of the wooden boxes. After opening, he saw a The same doll as yourself.
This doll is a gift from Xiaodou to Zhou Jiayu at that time. It is almost exactly the same as Zhou Jiayu. The place where he lives is not very good, and he has been kept on the side of Lin Biao.
Zhou Jiayu touched the face of the doll and cast his gaze on another box.
This box is new, he has not seen it before, but look at the size of the size, like another doll.
Zhou Jiayu hesitated a little, but he reached out and took the box out. He opened the box lightly and gently, and after seeing the things inside, he breathed a slam.
There is a doll in the box that is exactly the same as Lin Biao, and the hairstyle and even the look are the same as Lin Bian, which is like a narrow forest.
Zhou Jiayu's eyes showed a stunning color, reaching out and gently touching the face of the doll.
"It seems." Zhou Jiayu whispered, "It’s exactly the same as Mr.."
Sacrifice eight said: "Wow, this is just a doll. What are you doing to him?"
Zhou Jiayu: "...you seem to remind me of anything." Although he felt a little embarrassed, but after all, there was no one in the house, so Zhou Jiayu was very shameless to undo the doll's clothes, want to see The structure inside the clothes. The small buttons were untied, revealing the white skin of the simulated skin. Zhou Jiayu’s ear tip began to turn red again. He pretended to calm down and took off the doll’s pants.
Oh... flat.

Festival 8: "...What are you looking forward to?"
Zhou Jiayu said: "I am not, I am not!"
He was about to put on the doll's clothes, but noticed that something seemed to be stuffed in the doll's trouser pocket. Zhou Jiayu reached out and pulled out a stack of neatly... kraft paper.
At the moment of seeing the kraft paper, Zhou Jiayu’s expression froze.
The texture of this kraft paper, Zhou Jiayu, is too familiar. It is almost the same as the one that was sent to him by Xu’s fire. Zhou Jiayu still had a little expectation in his heart, but after the kraft paper was completely unfolded, his expectations fell through.
This kraft paper is still the size of a normal notebook. In the upper right corner, a pattern similar to Jinwu has appeared. Zhou Jiayu looked at the kraft paper and stayed in the same place. For a time, he did not know what kind of reaction he should make.
Why Lin will also have this piece of paper, and he never told himself, and the pattern of Jinwu appeared on the kraft paper. Does this mean that... Lin Zhushui saw the future of the person he cares most?
Zhou Jiayu grabbed the kraft paper and felt that his body began to get cold again. He said: "Dance, Mr....when did you get this thing?"
Sacrifice eight can only answer and don't know.
Zhou Jiayu did remember that Lin went to the water for a while before going to Jiang Zhu. At that time, he simply thought that Lin was separated from the water by private affairs. Now I want to come... These departures are implicitly suggesting some kind of Zhou Jiayu did not dare to think about the answer.
Zhou Jiayu sat in the house for a long time, and finally took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
The phone was not connected, the mechanical service tone told Zhou Jiayu, the call you made was not in the service area.
Zhou Jiayu hung up the phone, put the doll's clothes back into the box, and returned the two dolls to their original position. When he returned to the small building, Shen Yipeng, they just came back, carrying a lot of fresh ingredients in their hands, and happy to Zhou Jiayu said that they invited the chef to come over at night, no need to ask for takeaway, you can eat more The taste of the meal.
Their faces were carefully watched, looking at Zhou Jiayu's look, as if looking at a fragile vase. Zhou Jiayu is a little helpless. He wants to say that although he is weak now, he is not a glass vase. Don't be so careful with him.
"What's the jar?" Shen Yi poor looked worried at Zhou Jiayu. "Are you not feeling uncomfortable?"
Zhou Jiayu thought for a moment and nodded.
Shen Yijun nervously said: "Where are you uncomfortable?"
Zhou Jiayu said: "You stand in front of me and take the light away. I think the light is a bit black."
Shen Yiqian: "...Fuck." He put the bag in the air and said that Laozi would not do it. Zhou Jiayu, this bastard, does not care about people's mood.
Zhou Jiayu said, oh, sorry, don’t you give me a hug and give you a kiss.
Shen Yipeng said that you have a ability to come.
Zhou Jiayu called a small paper: "Small paper, go to lift your brother."
The small paper immediately rushed over and lifted him up in the screams of Shen Yiqian. After the end of the sentence, Shen Yiqian returned to the taste and said: "Zhou Jiayu is not right, how can I be a small paper? Brother, you are his father, I am his brother, then you are not mine..."
Zhou Jiayu said relentlessly: "I don't have such a dark son."
Shen Yiqian: "..."
The two talked and laughed, and the atmosphere in the room was full of excitement. Zhou Jiayu was relieved and silently tightened the kraft paper in his pocket.
In the evening, after eating, Zhou Jiayu made a few phone calls to Lin Zhushui, but the users were not on the server, and they didn’t know where Lin was going.
Zhou Jiayu put the kraft paper on the table and carefully compared it with his own one. It was confirmed that the two pieces of paper were indeed torn from the same place, the texture color and the pattern of the gold top in the upper right corner. They are all the same.
So what did Lin Shushui see? Zhou Jiayu is full of doubts, but has vaguely answered the question.
In a few days, I couldn't contact Lin Bingshui. When Zhou Jiayu was about to give up, Lin Bianhui finally called Zhou Jiayu in an evening.
"Jiayu." On the phone, Lin Zhushui called the name of Zhou Jiayu, the sound is still light and gentle, so that Zhou Jiayu involuntarily began to miss his appearance.
"Mr." Zhou Jiayu said, "Where are you? How can I not contact you..."

A few days ago I went into the mountains.
Lin’s words are very simple.
The phone has no signal.
He said again,
What’s wrong, what happened?

Zhou Jiayu should have asked Lin Zhushui about kraft paper, but when the phone was really connected, he did not know how to open it. Therefore, Zhou Jiayu whispered a long time of daily life, blaming Shen Yi poorly teaching little paper some of the time, so that the small paper will soon be even tired of his wife.
Lin listened to the water and listened. He laughed. Although he didn't laugh, the smile in the words was very obvious. He suddenly asked: "Is there a good milk recently?"
Zhou Jiayu’s expression was stagnation for a moment, and the hand holding the phone was tight:
Mr....

"Hmmm?" Lin dred the waterway.
Zhou Jiayu finally got the courage. He slowly said: "I don't want to... drink your blood again."
The smile in Lin’s discourse dissipated, and the two fell into a very subtle silence. Zhou Jiayu’s heart whipped up an unspeakable panic. He covered his face and was helpless:
I really don’t want to drink, sir...

"Are you to bear with me?" After a long silence, Lin Zhushui also gently opened his mouth. He said, "It should be over soon, Jiayu, and bear with it."
Zhou Jiayu listened to the tone of Lin Biao's child, but he remembered the piercing pinhole on Lin Bian's arm. He felt dizzy in his mind, and the scene in front of him became distorted and slowed down for a while. Reluctantly come over: "Mr.... How long is it?"
Lin Zhushui said: "When it is spring..."
Zhou Jiayu desperately said: "But even if I get to the spring, you can't find it."
Lin Zhushui: "Jiayu, don't worry, I have other ways."
Zhou Jiayu said: "What method? You tell me."
Lin dredged: "I can transfuse blood."
Zhou Jiayu has always trusted Lin to water, no matter what he said, he is regarded as the truth. However, the first time I heard Lin’s words, Zhou Jiayu instinctively Lin was lying in the water.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Lin said slowly, "I will return when I handle this matter."
Zhou Jiayu did not believe, but could not say anything to refute. For the first time, he felt that he was a useless burden. Without him, Lin could not extract so much blood, and he would not be alone in danger. Life and death are unknown.

Is there dangerous?
Zhou Jiayu asked again.
"One point." Lin answered with water.
"I will celebrate the New Year next month. When will you come back?" Zhou Jiayu asked the last question.
Lin sighed with water and said he would try to come back.
Zhou Jiayu leaned against the wall and looked at the snow falling from the window. For a time, he did not know what to continue.
Although Lin Shushui said that he was coming back, Zhou Jiayu still couldn’t see him when the year was approaching. This time, Lin’s mobile phone lost again, and it was not in the service area. It should be gone again. What is extremely remote.
A few days before the Chinese New Year, the house was affixed with a window grille as usual, and it was also purchased for a long time.
But the person who came back still couldn't come back.
On the night of the New Year's Eve, sitting in the living room and watching the Spring Festival Evening with everyone, but Zhou Jiayu, who was sleeping on the sofa, had the dream that he had done before. The forest in the dream stood in the flame. The body was ignited a little bit and finally turned into a black ashes. Zhou Jiayu was running towards him, and the black ashes fluttered on his face and body, with the unique sandalwood fragrance of Lin.
Zhou Jiayu was awakened by the sacrifice, and finally broke free from the nightmare. At this time, it was midnight, and everything was quiet. Zhou Jiayu heard his cell phone ringing.
He thought it was Lin’s phone call, excitedly flipped out of the phone and picked it up directly.
"Hey, is that Mr.?" Zhou Jiayu said.
However, at the other end of the line, there was another man’s voice. This voice Zhou Jiayu is very familiar and has heard it several times.
Meng Yangtian said: "Zhou Jiayu, your husband, is dying."
Zhou Jiayu lived.
Meng Yang Tiandao: "Do you want to save him?" He laughed. "Of course, it is to change your life."