Luo Binhan felt that he had already shown some early symptoms of hyperthyroidism patients. On the first day he arrived in Lihai City, he didn't touch a drop of water or eat a drop of rice, but it didn't stop him from spinning around in his apartment like a top. He didn't want to sleep at all, but he didn't want to do anything to do with his phone.
For a long period of time, he seriously considered whether he had other options, such as living in Lihai City for a while without disturbing anyone except Zhou Yu. But that's not really as easy as it seems, because there are too many of his acquaintances in Lihai City. If he goes to a well-known restaurant, he might be recognized by some of his distant relatives or less familiar friends. He has some friends like this because he needs to appear to enjoy making them. But now, given that he has been missing for more than two years, everyone who would be affected by this has accepted the fact. They could either accept that he was dead or forget that he existed. He would not guess whether Xie Zhenwan would be happy because of his disappearance, because she was not responsible for this bad situation.
He told Jing Huang about these situations, but Jing Huang didn't seem to care at all. Whether then or now, the pirate leader obviously has no friends with whom he keeps social contacts. Luo Binhan imagined that he lived on a colorful island, with a Little Mermaid-style throne studded with corals and pearls. Every day and night, the pirate leader would sit on the throne with a stinking face, waiting for those wearing Hawaiian grass skirts. The islanders came to pay homage to him. He knew that these illusions were probably not real, but the fact that Jing Huang had no friends was very convincing.
Luo Binhan turned to look at Yaleriga.
"You went to Zhou Yu's house?" he asked, "How did you get in?"
"Someone opened the door for me."
"Zhou Yu is at home now?"
Yaleriga shook her head and studied Luo Binhan's living room furnishings with great interest. There was nothing wrong with those furnishings, at least that's what Luo Binhan thought. He arranged it on the premise that "someone will come to visit", which means that everyone who comes to the door, whether he or she is a relative, friend, customer, police, terrorist or alien, will never find anything. question.
"Someone else opened the door for me." Yaleriga said.
"Who drove it?" Luo Binhan asked a little aggressively.
Yaleriga blew a kiss at him. She had never done this before, so Luo Binhan thought she learned it from local customs. He suspected she had made a local victim while out for a walk. At this time, his head was already dizzy, so he decided to ignore it for the time being. When he thought this, two more people walked in from the door that he failed to close.
Luo Binhan glanced at the two people. Before he saw these two people clearly, for less than half a second, he vaguely thought that they might be Zhou Yu and Yu Xiaorong. This idea is of course very ridiculous, maybe it's just because these two people are still thinking about him.
Of course Yu Xiaorong will not appear in Lihai City, and Zhou Yu may still be in a certain school to deal with his homework. The man and woman who walked into his living room in real life, one had a bright head and a serious expression, and the other looked like an exquisite wax figure dressed in orange sportswear - Luo Binhan was not very willing to describe "Chen Chen" like this. Wei", but sometimes that was indeed the thought that came from the bottom of his heart. Her temperament is both respectable and disturbing at the same time, like a visual trap painting full of contradictions, which makes people more confused and confused the longer you stare at it. During the return journey, although Luo Binhan only met Chen Wei a few times, he would never confuse her with Zhou Yu again.
Seeing these two people walking into his living room, Luo Binhan restrained himself unconsciously. Fake was someone he knew, but he couldn't be called "one of his own", and Chen Wei even made Luo Binhan not know how to deal with him, so he instinctively put on a face to deal with strange guests. He first smoothed out the collar that had been torn off by Jing Huang, and then went over to invite the two of them to sit down on the sofa. Fa Ke thanked him solemnly and sat diagonally across from Jing Huang, but Chen Wei smiled at him and said, "You don't have to be so restrained."
Luo Binhan thought to himself that this sentence seemed a bit strange, because this was actually his own apartment. It would be unethical for a guest to allow his host to relax. But then again, if this girl who exudes weird beauty is an ancestor who is separated from Zhou Yu by a hundred generations, then she is obviously 100% qualified to tell a junior not to be restrained.
"Want something to drink?" he asked.
"No need. 0312 and I will be leaving soon."
"The kind that takes a boat?"
"No, I won't leave this city for the time being, I'm just going to stay somewhere else. I'm really grateful that you can take Jing Huang in."
Luo Binhan politely and modestly said a few words. His one-bedroom apartment was certainly spacious, but it still felt cramped to accommodate so many people at once. If neither Chen Wei nor Fa Ke planned to stay here overnight, it would certainly save a lot of trouble, but he also had a little uncontrollable curiosity in his heart.
"Where are you going to spend the night?" he asked.
"I have a friend who lives here." Chen Wei said naturally. Luo Binhan was shocked by this fact, and Farke also answered from a distance: "I have one too."
"Are you talking about the same friend?" he asked suspiciously.
Chen Wei and Fake shook their heads together. Luo Binhan could not imagine that this poor little place in his hometown was so crouching tiger, hidden dragon. The mystery of this matter became more and more, as if he just wanted to pull out a thread, but in the end he pulled out a ball of thread. He wanted to straighten out the ball of thread, but instead pulled out a whole room of thread. After pulling and pulling all the way, he finally discovered that the entire universe was a ball of thread, and it had been torn into a mess by him.
He smoothed his hair on his temples to make himself look more organized. In this house, he is the only symbol of the owner of the city of Lihai, or at least a temporary representative. On the Silence, he could follow Jing Huang or Yaleriga's arrangements casually, like a heartless fool, but now he had to maintain a certain order. Order of the blue rocky planet. Order of the rednecks in the fishpond. Order in Lihai City. Because if he doesn't maintain order, tomorrow morning Falk's third head might be hanging outside the apartment building, shining down on its residents.
"Everyone," he said, raising his voice, "I have something to say."
Suddenly, everyone's attention was focused on him, even Fina was no exception. Luo Binhan could feel that some of those sight lines were particularly uncomfortable. He didn't think about how funny he looked now, but glared hard at the green slime tentacle sticking out of the bottle.
"Welcome to Lihai City," Luo Binhan said, "No matter how long you plan to stay here, I can provide reception. Accommodation, meals, or anything else, I will be happy to help you arrange these. I am pretty good here. It can do something...well, not too much, but it can do something small. So if you need anything, just call me. I guess none of you need my business card?"
Momolo raised his hand eagerly: "Mr. Luo, I want to see your business card!"
"You can recite my number, okay?"
"But I want a business card! That's written proof of being friends!"
Luo Binhan suspected that this was a serious misunderstanding based on ancient legal traditions. He had to find an opportunity to emphasize this point to Momolo and let him understand that this small piece of paper with a name written on it was neither mysterious nor sacred, nor was it a magical contract for friendship. But he quickly took out one from the drawer of the TV cabinet and handed it to Momolo.
"Anyway," he continued, "if you have any...well, mortal matters, you can come to me. I will try to help. But I also hope that you will treat this place a little better, okay? Don't let ordinary people see it. Fight wherever we meet, don't bring troublesome things over, and don't make any inexplicable technological leaps. At least not while I'm squatting here."
He stared at Farke particularly intently, and the latter stared back at him solemnly, like a respected middle-aged cadre. It was indeed very convincing visually, but Luo Binhan really couldn't forget how this person's relatives of the same generation turned a group of unlucky ones hiding in the bottomless abyss upside down - they were a group of people who survived the destruction of the universe. Guy! Can Lihai City survive the destruction of the universe? The answer is of course not. Lihai City cannot even survive rising sea levels.
"Any questions?" Luo Binhan said.
No one raised any objections, even Yaleriga looked dignified like a fair lady. Fina changed the color of her skin sneakily, like a ray of transparent air sneaking towards the bottle containing Miffy. Luo Binhan paid attention to this scene from the corner of his eyes, and felt relaxed in his heart, but also felt... He couldn't tell what it felt like. It's like a person who hasn't ridden a bicycle for many years is a little nervous but also feels tired and bored when he returns to the road again. No, it's not like riding a bike, it's like relapse after quitting smoking.
For a few seconds, he stood there expressionless, as if his soul had left his body and was observing and analyzing the emotional components of this body. He became someone other than himself. A person without a name or identity.
"Mr. Luo?" Momolo asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell us?"
"It's gone for now." Luo Binhan said, "...I'll order you some takeout? What do you want to eat?"
Falk had opened his mouth. Luo Binhan pointed at him and said decisively: "If you like spicy food, sit at a table alone."
"Other pain stimulants can also be used," Falk said.
"We are at Blue Star here." Luo Binhan pointed to the sky in an inviolable manner, "If you want other excitement, go find it outside the atmosphere."
No one seems to be planning to leave the atmosphere immediately. Except that Fina could only enjoy the barbecue and sashimi that Luo Binhan selected for her, even Miffy also learned how to operate the takeout app with Luo Binhan's mobile phone. Everyone chose a different style of meal, which made Luo Binhan secretly find it interesting, but because of this, several delivery people might be stopped at the gate of the community.
Luo Binhan had to check in the storage cabinet. High-end cigarettes after two and a half years might be bad, so he picked up a bottle of pretty good liquor and went downstairs to have a good chat with the security guard at the gate of the community. The security guards have been replaced by new ones, and they are no longer the ones who were making out with Luo Binhan. But after he took out the community key and identity certificate, and then presented a free bottle of liquor with a bold and a bit rude attitude, he had to follow Newlyweds can also make out quickly.
He coaxed the other person to take a sip or two, not enough to make him drunk, but to make him easy to get along with. Within ten minutes, the new security guard agreed with him that one should turn a blind eye when appropriate. If you have the prior consent of the owner, it is not a big deal to let a few delivery people into a high-end community, and no one will complain or complain. And if the owner is really the owner, why care about how long it has been since he didn't come back and when he appeared in the community?
Luo Binhan and the dark-skinned young security guard laughed together and told two made-up stories about long-term travel and visiting relatives and friends. During this time, three delivery guys happened to deliver the meals. The first two men were instantly recognizable as they wore uniforms with eye-catching colors. But the third person is a bit flashy - flashy is Luo Binhan's first impression of this person, because this person has dyed red or golden-red hair, but it has faded, and there are messy cheap metal chains hanging around his wrists and neck. Wearing an old, dirty jacket. This guy's face doesn't look friendly either. It's reminiscent of those young men who dropped out of middle and high school or skipped school and then hung out smoking outside Internet cafes. But this kind of person is not really a villain, because if you gesture at him with a watermelon knife, he will honestly scream and call the police.
Faces like this rarely appear in the community where Luo Binhan lives. The new security guard immediately went out to stop the man, while Luo Binhan stood far away next to the guard room. People with poor hearing would miss the exchange, but Luo Binhan found that he could hear it very clearly. When the security guard asked the flashy young man the purpose of his visit, he replied in a rude voice that matched his face: "Deliver food."
The security guard asked him which family he was giving it to, but the man refused to answer. Instead, he froze in place, as if he wanted to cause trouble for others. The security guard quickly became annoyed with his attitude and yelled at the man to leave immediately.
"None of your business." The man said nonchalantly, "Is this land yours?"
Luo Binhan was past the age of fighting, but he had to admit that this boy's voice really needed a beating. He couldn't help but glance at the other person again, feeling that the other person's face looked a little malnourished. He didn't want to embarrass this guy who was not having a smooth life, so he pretended not to notice the atmosphere and got together, hoping to end this meaningless conflict as soon as possible.
"I probably ordered the takeaway you delivered." He said with a smile, "Is it from the 14th or 19th floor?"
"yes."
"That's mine. Just give it to me, thank you."
Luo Binhan shook his ID card and room card at him, and then stretched out his free hand to him. But the other party only gave him a cold look and said, "It's not for you."
"That is indeed my address." Luo Binhan said. He then reported his cell phone number.
"So what?" the other party asked.
Luo Binhan shrugged his shoulders. He was a little puzzled, wondering if someone had filled in their name randomly or changed their mobile phone number when ordering. How could the delivery person care about such a name? Isn’t their job to get things to the right place?
"You're going to deliver it to my house in person?" he said in a joking tone as calmly as possible, "it won't make any difference to me anyway."
As soon as he finished saying this, suspicion suddenly arose in his heart. There is indeed one—or rather, several earth-shaking secrets—hidden in his family. This weird takeaway guy insisted on coming to his home. Did he want to confirm something secretly? Is it possible that he was a private detective hired by someone to monitor whether Luo Binhan had returned to his former residence? This guess was a bit exaggerated, but he really knew a few people who could do such a thing.
Luo Binhan immediately began to think about how to undo what he just said. But at this moment, another car stopped at the gate of the community. An adult and a child walked out of the back seat of the car holding hands. It was already dark at this time, and Luo Binhan was still thinking about the suspicious takeaway boy, so he mistook the two people who got off the bus as a father and daughter going home. Until he heard a voice calling: "Cai Ji."
The delivery boy who deserved a beating immediately turned his head. Almost at the same time, Luo Binhan also immediately recognized who the voice belonged to. He tilted his upper body to the side, bypassing the takeout boy's cover, and saw Zhou Yu walking towards him holding Zhou Ba.
"What are you doing?" Luo Binhan said.
Zhou Yu looks exactly the same as he did two and a half years ago. He doesn't look more haggard, nor has he gained any vitality. Even the length of his hair seems to be exactly the same. Time has left no trace on that overly serious and rigid face. He undoubtedly saw Luo Binhan and greeted him with eyes and a nod, but then he extended his black-gloved right hand to the takeaway boy.
"Give it to me here," he said.
The delivery boy opened the box on the back seat of the motorcycle without saying a word, handed the airtight black bag to Zhou Yu, then rode on the motorcycle as if no one was watching, and disappeared into the distance in the street in the blink of an eye. Luo Binhan blinked twice and slowly lowered his head to look at Zhou Ba.
"A hug." Zhou Ba said.
"Where have you carried them?" Luo Binhan said, "Do you want to be someone else's child? Do you still want this family?"
Zhou Yu wordlessly let go of Zhou Ba's hand and gently pushed her in front of Luo Binhan. When Luo Binhan looked at the bag in his hand, Zhou Yuyan explained succinctly: "Coffee."
"What is the exclusive secret recipe for the improvement of the underworld?" Luo Binhan said, "Are you still showing love to the patients your father has treated?"
Zhou Yu smiled and said, "Go up first."
Luo Binhan went to the security room to get the two takeaways that had been delivered, and walked to the apartment with Zhou Yu. Zhou Ba jumped up and down chasing his left hand, sometimes wandering around next to Zhou Yu. Luo Binhan had several more questions piled up in his mind, but he had no time to ask them. Zhou Yu also didn't ask anything, as if the passage of two and a half years didn't really happen. While waiting for the elevator, Luo Binhan finally asked casually, "Is Luo Jiaotian's college entrance examination over?"
"Yeah. It's over."
"How did you do on the exam?"
"fine."
"Then...what major did he enter last?"
Zhou Yu pressed the elevator door with her gloved right hand and said, "Clinical medicine."
"Oh," Luo Binhan said, "his mother may not be very satisfied."
"As long as he likes it."
Zhou Yu's answer was plain and concise, sounding like a free-range father. Luo Binhan walked into the elevator with a hand full of plastic bags, and asked Zhou Yu to take out the access card from his coat pocket to swipe the floor.
"Does he like it?" Luo Binhan said, "After he really starts studying medicine?"
"Yes. I seemed to have vomited when I visited the specimens on the first day, but I will get used to it later."
"Did you also feel uncomfortable when you first visited the specimen?"
Zhou Yu thought for a while and said, "I don't remember, but it shouldn't be. I came into contact with the specimens relatively early."
Luo Binhan didn't ask how early it was. The answer may be eight years old, or even earlier. But Zhou Yu has never been afraid of corpses. This is something he has known for a long time, as if he has known it since they met. He stared at the ever-increasing numbers on the elevator display, as if he felt the years passing by rapidly in the elevator, quickly making up for all the time he had stagnated on the Silence. When the elevator door jingled open, he finally realized strongly that time had passed.
"Well," he said, "Okay, actually, Zhou Yu, there are a few people in my room that you need to get to know."
