Chapter 12 1303

Lu Qingmian didn't say anything, but just stared at Jiang Jinyue with his dark eyes.

Jiang Jinyue felt uncomfortable being stared at and could not help but lower his head to avoid Lu Qingmian's gaze. His bald wings also quietly shrank and he wanted to hide behind his back. He was clearly thinking viciously about how to make Lu Qingmian thank him today when he was plucking the feathers last night, but when he really faced this matter, Jiang Jinyue just wanted to hide. He didn't want to cause trouble to others, and he was not used to accepting others' thanks.

Lu Qingmian's gaze moved downwards to the bald wings that Jiang Jinyue kept hiding behind his back.

Jiang Jinyue awkwardly picked at the pillow core in his hand. He thought Lu Qingmian was going to say some words of thanks to him, but he didn't expect——

"How stupid."

A cold male voice sounded above my head.

"Ah?" Jiang Jinyue looked up blankly and met Lu Qingmian's dark eyes.

Lu Qingmian frowned, his jawline was sharp, and his features were cold and hard. He didn't look like he wanted to thank Jiang Jinyue at all.

"Do you only pluck the feathers in the same place? You've become a bald chicken, so ugly."

Jiang Jinyue squeezed the pillow core tightly in her hand, and her eyes turned red little by little.

He hadn't rested well to begin with, and his milky white skin looked a little pale. His eye circles were red, and his golden eyes were like pearls soaked in spring water, misty and dimmed.

Being looked at by those eyes, Lu Qingmian's black eyes rarely flashed with a hint of helplessness.

He threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and ran straight to the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door closing, Jiang Jinyue curled his lips, feeling very aggrieved. He pulled his wings again and stared at the bald area. The skin there was red and burning, a bit like a turkey.

Jiang Jinyue stretched out his finger and gently touched the featherless skin. He whimpered in pain and felt even more aggrieved. "How is it ugly? How does it look like a bald chicken?"

At this time, there was a buzzing sound coming from the bed. Jiang Jinyue lifted the quilt and found that it was Lu Qingmian's cell phone that was vibrating.

He had no interest in prying into other people's privacy, but to vent his anger, he flicked the phone open with his fingertips. Seeing the phone being bounced back into the quilt and the vibration sound becoming muffled, Jiang Jinyue's mood improved a little.

In the bathroom, Lu Qingmian turned on the faucet and was frantically splashing cold water on his face.

The cold water splashed on his collar and cuffs. Lu Qingmian looked up and looked at himself in the mirror.

It was still the same face, but the pair of black eyes that were always covered in thick fog now looked exceptionally clear, as if the fog was gradually dissipating.

When Lu Qingmian came out, Jiang Jinyue was still lying on the edge of the bed, clutching the pillow and sulking.

He just sat on the cold floor, wearing a thin shirt, his buttocks pressed on his legs, a pair of white wings curled up obediently, and the pillow core in his arms had been torn to pieces.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, slowly pouring down through the glass, illuminating every corner of the room, and fine dust was floating in the air.

The light fell on the ends of Jiang Jinyue's hair. His hair was a little long, and the ends of his hair were soft and draped at the base of his neck, curled up a little cutely, and swayed with the movement of pulling the pillow core.

Jiang Jinyue obviously heard the sound of Lu Qingmian coming over, and her wings fluttered twice, but she deliberately didn't look in Lu Qingmian's direction.

The phone on the bed was still vibrating. Lu Qingmian walked over, bent down and rummaged through the bed, but took Jiang Jinyue's phone.

Jiang Jinyue couldn't help but look up and saw Lu Qingmian's fingers sliding back and forth on the screen. The bright yellow phone looked more fashionable against Lu Qingmian's slender and beautiful fingers.

"I'll get your health certificate for you. You stay at home and I'll bring you some food. What do you want to eat?" Lu Qingmian's voice was indifferent.

Jiang Jinyue didn't expect Lu Qingmian to help him get the health certificate. The grievance he had just felt immediately dissipated, but he was still a little angry, so he turned his head away and said nothing.

Lu Qingmian paused, put down his phone, and suddenly half-knelt next to Jiang Jinyue.

Jiang Jinyue glanced over secretly and then immediately looked away. He didn't know what Lu Qingmian was going to do.

Lu Qingmian supported himself on the ground with one hand, leaned forward, and moved closer to Jiang Jinyue's wings little by little, until a cool breeze blew gently on the place where Jiang Jinyue had plucked out the hair.

Jiang Jinyue's white fingertips tightly grasped the pillow core, his head lowered, and his body leaned forward a little.

A second gust of cool wind soon blew over, relieving the burning sensation on the plucked skin.

Jiang Jinyue lay on the pillow, turned his head to the side, and hid half of his face in his arms, revealing only a pair of eyes blocked by his long bangs. They were watery and bright, reflecting Lu Qingmian who was supporting himself on the ground with one hand, half-kneeling and lowering his head to blow his wings seriously.

Lu Qingmian had beautiful, neatly cut hair with a thin, trimmed bang on her forehead. The bang was now wet and Lu Qingmian casually pulled it up, revealing her eyebrows and eyes clearly, giving her a different kind of maturity.

Jiang Jinyue felt a little comfortable with the breeze, and her wings spread out a little bit, moving closer to Lu Qingmian.

Seeing this, Lu Qingmian paused in his breath, but did not use it to tease Jiang Jinyue.

He just blew on the reddish, hairless skin of his wings over and over again. After a long time, he stood up and said:

"Wait for me at home."

Jiang Jinyue hid his entire face in his arms, with only a small red ear showing.

Lu Qingmian stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to stroke Jiang Jinyue's head, but in the end, he only stopped a few centimeters away from Jiang Jinyue's head and withdrew his hand.

Jiang Jinyue sensed something and quietly opened one eye, only to see Lu Qingmian's hand taking out the still vibrating cell phone from under the quilt, putting it in his pocket, and turning to leave the bedroom.

After a while, the sound of the rental house door opening and closing was heard.

Lu Qingmian left.

Jiang Jinyue was still lying there, his eyebrows drooping, his long eyelashes trembling slightly. He slowly stretched out his hand, touched his head little by little, and patted it gently twice.

"I want... to be touched..." The soft murmur was hidden back between the lips and teeth as soon as it came out. Jiang Jinyue's golden eyes slowly turned back to black at this time, and a hint of loss flashed in them.

Jiang Jinyue realized what he had said, and got up in annoyance and rushed into the bathroom, and started pouring cold water on his face just like Lu Qingmian had done before.

After leaving Jiang Jinyue's house, Lu Qingmian did not go directly to get the health certificate, as the agreed time for getting the health certificate had not yet arrived.

He turned and went upstairs back to his home.

As soon as the door opened, a gust of wind blew in, blowing Lu Qingmian's coat away and making her hair messy.

He turned and looked towards the living room window.

Although the window was covered with heavy curtains, it had no glass. In the morning breeze, the curtains rolled inward, and from time to time a few rays of sunlight came in, illuminating the dark corners of the house, but were quickly driven out by the fallen curtains.

There were countless pieces of glass on the ground in front of the window. Everything here was no different from when Lu Qingmian fell three days ago. He had never even asked anyone to repair the windows during these three days. He lived in such a house for three days, with cold wind blowing in every night. He was already in good health because he fainted from a high fever last night.

Lu Qingmian walked to the window and looked down at the city below through the gap in the curtains.

The city has just woken up in the morning, and the streets are busy with people coming and going.

Lu Qingmian had one foot almost outside, and he was standing by the window, swaying and looking like he would fall again at any moment.

This feeling of being on the verge of death made Lu Qingmian squint his eyes, as if he was a little obsessed. However, the sunlight that squeezed in from the window from time to time made him feel dazzling. Although they were also golden, they were far less beautiful than Jiang Jinyue's eyes.

The phone in his pocket was still vibrating. Lu Qingmian took out his phone, turned on the screen, and text messages kept popping up, all from the same number, a number that had not been saved.

Lu Qingmian opened the text messages and read them one by one. The disgusting words flashed past his eyes quickly.

"Where the hell did you go?"

"Didn't you arrange to go abroad? Why are you disappearing?"

"Even if you don't go abroad, die at S University. Who told you to go to some shitty H University?"

"Lu Qingmian! Stop playing dead!"

"Don't you understand what people are saying?"

"I really regret giving birth to you!"

“Die, die, die!!!”

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The rest of the text messages just kept repeating "Go to hell". Lu Qingmian was used to it and didn't show any emotion at all. He closed the text messages and called the home improvement company.

After making an appointment for on-site repairs, Lu Qingmian went out again.

Jiang Jinyue didn't get a good rest at night, so he climbed into bed and fell asleep after Lu Qingmian left.

It was almost noon when he woke up. The curtains in the bedroom were not drawn, and the sunlight outside the window made him warm.

Jiang Jinyue turned over comfortably and was surprised to find that the wings had disappeared!

He jumped up from the bed, took out his cell phone from under the quilt and wanted to call Lu Qingmian to tell him the good news. But when he unlocked the phone, he found that Lu Qingmian had just sent him a WeChat message a few minutes ago.

This was the first time they contacted each other on WeChat after adding each other.

Lu Qingmian: I have some things to take care of, so I asked someone to put your health certificate and lunch at the door. You can just open the door and take them. I have already asked that person to leave.

Jiang Jinyue was stunned for a moment, then immediately ran to open the door and found a bag containing lunch boxes placed against the wall at the door, with a brand new health certificate inside.

He took the bag home and looked at his health certificate curiously.

The photo on the health certificate was the one he had previously sent to the part-time group leader via QQ. In the photo, his thick bangs were blocking his face. Although he was not wearing a mask, he was still wearing large glasses, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.

Jiang Jinyue touched the cold plastic film on the health certificate lovingly, put the health certificate aside solemnly, opened the lunch box and started eating.

He ate very seriously, perhaps because the sun was shining brightly today, perhaps because he had made new friends, or perhaps because the food Lu Qingmian bought was delicious... In short, Jiang Jinyue was in a good mood today.

After dinner, Jiang Jinyue opened the part-time job group and began to look through the part-time job information one by one.

Jiang Jinyue thought that maybe it wouldn't be long before he could find a part-time job to try.

In the afternoon, after editing and deleting the WeChat messages several times, Jiang Jinyue decided to go upstairs to find Lu Qingmian in person. He couldn't wait to ask Lu Qingmian to continue to help him treat his illness.

He trotted to the stairwell, thought for a moment, and stood in front of the elevator door again.

Jiang Jinyue seldom took the elevator during the day because he was afraid of encountering crowds. Besides, it only took one flight of stairs to get to Lu Qingmian's house.

The elevator opened quickly, and two workers stood inside, carrying a thick cardboard that was about to be thrown away, with the words "glass is fragile" written on it.

Jiang Jinyue paused. These two people should be going downstairs. If he went in now, he would have to follow them downstairs and back up again.

He instinctively took two steps back, and the two workers glanced at him with a little impatience.

Jiang Jinyue gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to step in.

He carefully huddled in the doorway and pressed the number 13.

The two workers standing behind him were busy chatting and didn't pay much attention to him, and there was a hint of fear in their words.

"Hey, you said that young man has so many human specimens at home...is that true or fake?"

"It must be fake, how can it be true? If it is true, then it is not..."

"I'm just scared. I've lived for almost 40 years and have been to so many clients' homes, but this is the first time I've encountered something so scary."

"But I can't say for sure. Isn't there a big box in the corner of the living room? It's covered with a piece of cloth. Didn't the young man tell him not to look at it?"

"What, did you see it?"

The conversation behind me quieted down a bit.

Jiang Jinyue tilted his head and listened more carefully. For some reason, he always felt that the young man the two workers were talking about was Lu Qingmian.

"I saw it! Guess what's inside? It's full of human organs!"

"Ah! It's a model, right? Just like the ones on the wall, they're all fake!"

"I touched it quietly. It was soft and wet. I don't think it's fake. How about we call the police? I always feel that young man..."

"Like a murderer!"

"Ding——" The elevator reached the first floor and the two workers left one after another.

Jiang Jinyue was the only one left in the elevator, and the slowly closing elevator door revealed his slightly pale face.

He looked up and watched the number continue to rise, and soon stopped at the 13th floor.

Jiang Jinyue took a deep breath, went downstairs and slowly walked to the door of 1303. He found that the door was ajar and not locked at all.

"Lu Qingmian?" Jiang Jinyue greeted him softly from the doorway.

There was no response from inside the door.

Jiang Jinyue didn't know where he got the courage from, he gently pushed the door open and walked in.

He had just taken two steps inside, before he could see what was in the room, when a figure suddenly jumped over, covered his eyes, and led him out the door.

The next moment, the door closed and the hand covering his eyes was removed.

Lu Qingmian stood in front of the closed door, his dark eyes staring at him with a very strange expression.

Jiang Jinyue took a small step back, not sure if the trembling in his body was due to the stress response of being touched or because of fear.

Lu Qingmian suddenly curled his lips, smiled in an ambiguous manner, and said, "Jiang Jinyue, what did you see?"