Li Sinian slept deeply. The sides of his cheekbones were flushed red, and he had a fever intermittently.

Fang Daichuan was lying on his back next to him. There seemed to be something wrong with the villa's power supply system. I don't know if it was damaged by heavy rain or by lightning. It was obviously daytime, but the room was completely dark.

There was a lot of pain in his mind, his eyes flickered, and white light flashed. He raised his hand and looked at the tube of poison against the dim sky light that leaked through the gap in the curtain. The brass cork with a skull head was carved, and the liquid medicine dangled in the transparent glass tube.

He turned his head and glanced at Li Sinian. Li Sinian closed his eyes tightly, half of his face was buried in the soft cotton pillow, and his breathing was heavy and long.

Fang Daichuan sat up gently, drew the curtains, opened the window a small slit, and took out the crumpled cigarette case in his pocket. A few traces of rain floated in the gap. He closed his eyes and faced him for a moment. The mist of the mountains and the smell of sea rain condensed a drop of water on his eyelids. He wiped it with his hand, and his fingers were cold. He tore open the cigarette case, took a cigarette, slapped his arm on the window sill, and looked outside.

Outside the window, the fog is raging, the reef under your feet is still standing there, and some foam is rolling on the distant sea level, which looks a little ominous.

"What time is it?" Li Sinian's voice came from the pillow. He slept drowsy, with a strong nasal sound in his voice, which was dull and soft.

Fang Daichuan quickly pinched his cigarette and looked up at the clock: "It's past three o'clock in the afternoon. Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat?"

Li Sinian buried his pillow in the pillow and shook his head, drooping his eyes and muttering to himself: "sleepy."

"Sleep again," Fang Daichuan lowered his voice unconsciously. He closed the window and lay back, testing the temperature on the side of Li Sinian's neck with the back of his hand. "There is no medicine on the island. Sleep more."

Li Sinian's eyes were dull, and he looked up at the ceiling for a moment. After half a minute, he turned his head and put his gaze out of the gloomy window. After a long while, he rolled his eyes, stared at Fang Daichuan and said, "Thirsty."

Fang Daichuan has a little pain.

He jumped out of bed to fetch water for the boss. This boss is also strange. The restrooms are equipped with various skin care products and cosmetics. The rest of the equipment is also very considerate, but there is no electric kettle. It was fine to drink some cold water in summer, but it is easy to get thirsty after snake venom. Cold water does not quench thirst.

Fang Daichuan looked around and opened the door with his cup in hand: "You lie down, I'll go down and boil some hot water for you."

"Well," Li Sinian fumbled around under the pillow, threw the key card to the door, closed his eyes and said, "It's dangerous outside, come back early."

Fang Daichuan reached out and took the card, and smiled slightly: "I know."

After Fang Daichuan left, Li Sinian collapsed on the bed with big characters on his back, and fell into intermittent light sleep. Light sleep sleeps very uncomfortably, and can't help having some stray dreams, these dreams are mixed in reality, and there are some childhood nightmares that have been visited continuously.

Li Sinian clearly knew that this was a dream. In the dream, he was leaning on Fang Daichuan's lap, surrounded by dark seabed caves, very cold. He woke up in a dream. He couldn't see Fang Daichuan with his eyes wide open. He only felt a cold pain from his neck, and an unknown liquid medicine was injected into his body.

Fang Daichuan's voice rang in his ears: "Why are you still alive? Li Sinian."

Li Sinian touched his neck, and a hot burning sensation spread from the neck to the whole body. He raised his head to say something, but couldn't say it. Looking down at his palm, he found that his hands were the size of a child.

"What's the matter?" He looked up a little dazed, only to find that he was not in a cave under the sea or in a villa on an isolated island. He looked around and found that he was in the alley of his childhood.

The neighbor was riding a Phoenix bicycle. The old bicycle was wiped clean by him, but it inevitably creaked when he rode on it. Aunt Shen holding a dancing silk fan, came in from the entrance of the alley, smiled and greeted the neighbor's uncle: "Yo, Lao Fang, why go?"

"Hey, sesame sauce at the grocery store at Shang Hutong Kou!" The neighbor's uncle said loudly, and he turned to look at Li Sinian, "The little foreign devil is also here, playing with your classmates? Your dad is on a business trip again? Go to grandpa's house for dinner, cold noodles, sesame sauce!"

Li Sinian heard his childhood voice whispering: "I am not a little foreign devil."

A few older children around him sandwiched him, circled around him, and ridiculed him while circling him: "Foreign devils, wolf cubs, little bastards, no one is coaxing him, father is not here, **** , Giving birth to a child is a monster!"

"I'm not a monster!" Li Sinian felt hot on his cheeks, as if another fire was burning in his chest. He covered his ears and ran all the way home. After that, he saw another child next to him stopping the older ones, and shouted with his arms akimbo: "You are not allowed to bully others!"

Li Sinian ran home. He closed the wooden door of the house. However, the ridiculous nursery rhyme still passed in through the gap between the two doors: "Wolf, foreign devils..."

He leaned his back against the door, clenched a fist and shouted, "I am not!"

There were hurried doorbells outside the door.

Why is there a doorbell on the wooden door facing the street in my house? The young Li Sinian stood on tiptoe and looked outside. There was no one outside the door.

As if from outside of Truman's world, a hurried doorbell came. Li Sinian looked up at the sky. The tall camphor trees in the yard covered the sky, and the sun was hanging down from the dense leaves, making it impossible to see the time.

The doorbell rang more quickly than once.

Li Sinian frowned and woke up from the chaotic dream.

His pupils were empty for a few seconds, and the camphor trees and sunlight in his old home seemed to be reflected in his eyes. However, the light in the room was very dim, and Li Sinian took a closer look at the furnishings in the room. The wine rack is filled with all kinds of white wine and red wine, the bed is spacious and big, the table clock is carved in brass by the bed, and the dinner of 13 people is carved on the base.

Li Sinian felt a pain in his head. At this time, there were rushing doorbells outside the door.

Li Sinian didn't want to worry about it. Fang Daichuan had a key card. When he came back, he would swipe his card to come in without ringing the doorbell. If it is someone else, he doesn't want to care.

He turned his head and glanced at the time, only ten minutes before Fang Daichuan went downstairs. The doorbell rang again, and he frowned, struggled to stand up, put on his clothes and walked to the door.

"Who?" Li Sinian asked, his voice was a little surprised, he was so dumb, he was really thirsty. He attached his ears to the door panel and pressed his hand on the door panel.

There was no sound outside, but Li Sinian suddenly remembered that this door is soundproof.

The doorbell blasted in his ears.

Li Sinian sighed and opened the doorknob gently.

"It's you?"