He made himself an indestructible fortress, and kept me out.

It seems that we are living in two different worlds, facing each other at a distance of less than half a meter. After a long time, Fu Shenyan seems to have suddenly come to life. He goes to the locker and holds the photo frame in his hand again. He is so absorbed in it.

"What would you do if one day your faith suddenly collapsed?" Fu Shenyan suddenly opened his mouth with a trace of sadness in his tone.

This is a bit puzzling, I do not know how to answer for a moment, stayed for a few seconds, just trying to find out his voice, "is it related to the death of your parents?"

Fu Shenyan directly ignored my words, "tomorrow there will be a charity sale at subish auction house. The philanthropist who had been involved with Mu Shen will show up. I have already reserved a ticket for you."

I was a little confused for a moment. "I don't want to ask these questions. I want to know what you are busy with recently. Besides business and revenge, what else? Are you really like what I saw in the physical examination report that nothing happened? "

Fu Shenyan is too smart. Since he can follow me back and forth to Jiangcheng, he must have a plan for everything. Although Miller's friends are trustworthy, as they say, this is the capital. Fu Shenyan's place. It's not difficult for him to modify the physical examination report.

Before that, I had to worry about Mu Shen's calculation. Later, I had to face the difficulties of Gao ye and others. Life was like walking on thin ice. I asked, I didn't expect that people would get along with day and night like this. I couldn't tell which sentence was true and which one was false.

In the face of my questioning, Fu Shenyan was very calm. After a while, his familiar voice began to ring low.

"I'm just fulfilling my destiny."

He turned his back to me and lowered his head as he spoke, still looking at the picture in his hand.

As the voice fell, Fu Shenyan took a deep breath, then released his hand and left the photo frame on the shelf.

His hand hung down from his side. I subconsciously looked at it with the remaining light, but I found that a touch of bright red was spreading from his slightly curled up fist heart, and the blood was condensing on the surface of the skin and hitting the ground intermittently.

"Fu Shenyan!"

I quickly came forward and grasped his hand, lifted it up and turned it over. The palm of my hand was bloody and the whole heart was pulled up.

He's been holding the pieces of glass left on the frame?

Fu Shenyan looked at the dazzling red, but his eyes were empty, and he didn't seem to feel pain.

"Uncle Yang!" I cried hysterically, regardless of the image, "Uncle Yang, get the first aid kit quickly!"

Blood hair skin, longer than the body, but most of the time injured, the most painful is often not their own.

My grievances and suspicions are sad. When I see Fu Shenyan's red hands, I can't show them.

He bandaged his face expressionless and sat face to face, but I didn't dare to look into his eyes again.

I'm too aware of the pain that I can't release when I'm depressed by my emotions. If it's not the extreme pain in my heart, I won't be naive to vent it by hurting myself, tearing my skin and feeling the pain in my body.

Fu Shenyan's suffering must be deeper than the hatred of killing his father.

The injury frightened uncle Yang. He stayed outside with his servants and refused to leave.

The room was quiet, and I could hear the sound of breathing. I watched Fu Shenyan's wound wrapped up in a trance.