Chapter 297 Make You Feel That It Can't Be Real Anymore
Bi Zhan and Bi Chong removed the heavy coffin lid and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw An Yan sitting up.
But when they saw the man sitting up, they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.
Bi Chong's mouth twitched wildly, "Brother, hit me, I feel like I've seen a ghost."
Without hesitation, Bi Zhan slapped Bi Chong in the mouth and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts all the time!"
Bi Zhan suddenly laughed out loud, "That's true."
An Yan stood up holding the edge of the coffin, and at the same time stretched out her hand towards Fu Shiyan, "Ayan, we are saved."
Fu Shiyan held her hand and stood up.
He looked at Bi Zhan and Bi Chong strangely, "Hello, I'm Fu Shiyan."
For five years, he has been using the name Bo Leng.
At this moment, he formally introduces himself to others, his real name.
Fu Shi Banquet.
That feeling is very contradictory, strange and familiar at the same time.
Bichong and the others knew that Fu Shiyan would also have amnesia if he was found, so they were not surprised by this.
They were surprised that after several years, they were able to see him again.
To be honest, they thought the chance of finding Fu Shiyan was too slim, but they couldn't say it in front of An Yan.
Bichong's eyes turned red, "Hello, brother-in-law. I am Anyan's younger brother Bichong."
Bi Zhan was also excited, "Hello, brother-in-law. I am An Yan's brother Bi Zhan."
An Yan looked at Fu Shiyan, curled her lips slightly, "Let's go up."
Fu Shiyan nodded, "Okay."
Bi Zhan stretched out his hand towards An Yan, "I'll pull you up."
An Yan looked at the man's soil-covered hands, and felt moved in her heart, wondering how anxious she must be to dig the soil with her bare hands.
Fu Shiyan leaned on the edge of the pit and jumped up. He smiled at Bi Zhan and said, "I'll do it, thank you."
He bent down and fished An Yan out, helping her pat the dust off her body.
Bi Zhan and Bi Chong looked at each other and smiled. Bi Chong whispered, "Even if I have lost my memory, my mind is still the same as before. It's very small. It's the same as a dog that can't change its habit of eating shit."
Bi Zhan slapped him hard on the back of the head, "I see that in the past five years, only hair has grown on your head."
Bi Chong glared at him, "What do you mean?"
"You have no brains!" Bi Zhan glanced at him and turned to ask An Yan, "Who locked you in there?"
An Yan said, "The tomb robbery gang headed by Sheng Xing. They are now in the underground auction house of Jinse Club and have surrounded it. Ayan and I are looking for my mobile phone and the man who buried us."
Bi Zhan nodded, "I'll see you at the auction then. You must pay attention to safety."
An Yan said yes.
Bi Zhan looked at Fu Shiyan and stretched out his fist, "Nice to see you again."
Fu Shiyan smiled lightly, raised his fist to touch him lightly, "Thank you for not giving up on me over the years."
Bi Chong also raised his fist and smiled sincerely, "Who makes us a family!"
Meeting again after five years made everyone feel wet inside.
Fu Shiyan's return brings perfection to the Fu family, the Mu family and the Bi family.
In the night, Fu Shiyan and An Yan drove to Laojie Alley, while Bi Zhan and Bi Chong led people straight to the Jinse Club.
An Yan looked at the man driving the car dreamily, reluctant to blink.
Fu Shiyan glanced sideways, looking at her loving eyes, "I won't disappear again, don't be afraid."
An Yan still stared at him, "You don't know how many nights you have entered my dreams, but as soon as I wake up you are gone. It's like the moon in the water or the flowers in the mirror. I'm particularly scared. I'm afraid of what's going on in my dreams.
I can’t dream of you, and I’m afraid that if I dream of you, you will disappear again.”
Fu Shiyan felt very sad when he heard this, "I will hold you in my arms every night and fall asleep, and you will wake up in my arms in the morning."
An Yan couldn't help crying and her voice choked with sobs, "I just think it's too unreal."
"It was my fault."
"Huh?" An Yanlu looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "I didn't let you enjoy yourself just now. After cleaning up all this rubbish, I will make you feel that what is real can no longer be real."
An Yan chuckled, raised her hand and patted the man's arm, "You are so annoying!"
"If you like me, you will never get tired of loving me."
An Yan pursed her lips and smiled, then called his name, "Fu Shiyan!"
"Um?"
"Fu Shiyan!"
"I am here."
"Fu Shiyan!"
"I will always be here."
"Fu Shiyan!"
"I will always be with you."
Fu Shiyan held her hand, intertwined his fingers with hers, and kissed the back of her hand gently.
When you love someone, you can't hide it in your eyes.
Even if you lose your memory, your habitual actions will not change.
An hour later, the car stopped at the old street alley.
The alley was very narrow and cars couldn't go in. Fu Shiyan and An Yan got out of the car and walked in hand in hand.
The old street was very chaotic this time, with many women doing business in the flesh.
No need to think about it, Chen Qiang came here just to find women.
Fu Shiyan and An Yan went up the stairs to the third floor.
The houses here all face south, and between the two staircases is an open verandah thirty meters apart.
Because they are all rental properties, no one cleans them on weekdays, making them very dirty and messy.
The two stopped in front of a rusty iron gate.
It is estimated that the two people inside the door were too anxious to do something, so they didn't even have time to close the door after entering. Exaggerated shouts from a man and a woman came from inside the door.
Suddenly, the man growled lowly and then stopped moving.
He sneered softly, "You don't even know that I met a great beauty tonight, but it's a pity that I didn't get her."
The woman's voice was charming, "You are beautiful, but you may not be able to take care of me. Brother Qiang, when will you come next time?"
The man laughed, "Next time? How about doing it again now?"
"OK!"
Crunch!
The door is opened.
Fu Shiyan stood at the door and saw two naked people lying on a shabby wooden bed.
The woman screamed and pulled the blanket around herself.
Chen Qiang jumped up, "Who the hell are you! How dare you disturb me!"
Fu Shiyan said coldly, "Get out."
The woman had never seen such a handsome man, but she felt that this man was untouchable, so she ran out without even wearing any shoes.
Fu Shiyan looked back and said, "Don't come in yet, it will insult your eyes."
An Yan nodded and stood obediently outside the door.
When Fu Shiyan walked in, Chen Qiang had already put on his boxers and had a knife in his hand.
Fu Shiyan saw that the knife was still stained with blood, and it was An Yan's blood.
His narrow eyes were full of viciousness and anger.
Chen Qiang didn't recognize the man in front of him, and he couldn't remember when he had enmity with this man.
He was a little scared, "You, who the hell are you!"
Fu Shiyan did not answer him. His handsome face was covered with a layer of frightening frost, and his cold jawline screamed with deathly fury. He walked towards the man step by step, like the God of War coming over the corpses on the ground.
Chen Qiang knew that the person coming was evil, so he shouted as if to cheer himself up, and stabbed Fu Shiyan with the knife.
Fu Shiyan directly grabbed his wrist and bent it hard.
The knife fell to the ground with a clicking sound.
Chen Qiang's wrist was directly broken.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and he howled in pain, "You and I have no enmity, why did you hit me?"
Fu Shiyan's eyes were as cold as thin blades, and those eyes made the man's scalp numb.
There were no unnecessary words. Fu Shiyan's fist fell without mercy.
After a while, the wailing stopped.
Fu Shiyan stared coldly at the angry man on the ground, took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it, and the smoke filled his face.
Chen Qiang reluctantly opened his eyes with only a slit left. He really didn't recognize this man.
No, this outfit looks familiar.
He suddenly remembered the man he had seen in the wasteland of the western suburbs before.