Chapter 451: Dare Not Dream

A deep darkness appeared in Fang Zhiming's eyes.

Su Man thought it was her illusion, but when she looked again, she found that it was the shadow cast by his sparse eyelashes.

Without waiting for Su Man to investigate further, he stood up and went to the small room.

"Come with me."

Suman followed.

Fang Zhiming was in front and opened the door.

The scene in the room today is different from that night.

The curtains were drawn open, and outside the brilliant sun hung high in the sky. The golden rays of summer sprinkled on the window sills, and the room was golden and warm.

The room was simply furnished, with a few jars of wine sealed in the corner.

The altar was set up solemnly.

The altar is also a very ordinary altar.

On the offering table were fruits, cigarettes, alcohol, and candies that the little girl loved.

Su Man was shocked to find that the portrait on it was actually a photo of a family of four - Fang Zhiming had put himself on it as well.

A family of four, separated by heaven and earth.

Fang Zhiming probably had a dark time. There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, so everything he did seemed reasonable.

Su Man didn't ask any more questions and followed Fang Zhiming to the altar.

Fang Zhiming took out a few incense sticks from the chest of drawers on the side, lit them and handed them to Su Man.

He also ordered three for himself.

"Mom, Dad, and little sister, my friend came to see you."

Su Man imitated Fang Zhiming's movements, holding the incense sticks in both hands and respectfully raising them to a point one centimeter above her forehead. "Uncle and aunt, little sister, don't worry. Zhiming is my good friend. I will take good care of him for you."

She had a graceful demeanor, and in her clear and bright eyes, there was a solemn devotion to the dead, as well as a chivalrous spirit towards her close friend. Fang Zhiming's originally dim eyes now had a strange glow.

But soon, he thought of something, and the light dimmed again.

Su Man bowed three times devoutly, then followed Fang Zhiming and inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner.

After paying tribute to Fang Zhiming's relatives, Su Man did not stay any longer but left.

As soon as Su Man left, Fang Zhiming, with a cold look in his eyes, poured all the neatly arranged bowls of food on the table into the trash can.

The delicious food with good color, aroma and taste turned into garbage and grease.

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Su Man left Fang Zhiming's community and did not go home, but went to the supermarket.

Fang Zhiming said he doesn’t like cooking and prefers to order takeout.

But Suman saw that there was not even any instant food in his house to fill his stomach in an emergency.

Suman went to the supermarket and bought different kinds of bread, biscuits, and instant noodles. After thinking about it, she went to the fresh food area and bought two days' worth of fresh ingredients.

Regardless of whether Fang Zhiming cooks or not, Su Man can take advantage of the weekend to help him prepare a nutritious meal these two days.

As a grown man, when he orders takeout by himself, he certainly doesn't pay much attention to healthy food and just makes do with what he has.

In this case, when will the injury be healed?

In fact, Su Man's feelings towards Fang Zhiming are also somewhat complicated and contradictory.

On the one hand, it’s because of the precious memories from high school;

On the other hand, it’s because of those harassing text messages.

Su Man pulled it back and forth, unable to tell the real from the fake.

But when she thought that Fang Zhiming was injured like this because of her, Su Man convinced herself:

"Fang Zhiming's family was destroyed, and he's the only one left in the world. He's become an orphan, how pitiful. And he hates Xiao Beisheng in his heart. Maybe the harassing text messages were him targeting Xiao Beisheng and framing him."

Su Man found an excuse for Fang Zhiming in her mind, and drove a large cart of goods to check out with peace of mind.

Dragging two large bags of food, Su Man returned to Fang Zhiming's doorstep.

Fang Zhiming seemed a little surprised that Su Man came back.

Su Man also caught a hint of panic from his expression.

Su Man asked, "What's wrong? Did I disturb you?"

"No...I just thought you were gone." Fang Zhiming scratched his head and invited her in.

"I was planning to go straight home, but I saw a supermarket on the way and thought since I was already here, I went in to buy some things. Huh?"

Su Man saw that the food that had been on the dining table just now was gone.

The table was cleared away.

"Have you finished your meal? So quickly. How was it? Was it delicious?"

"Hmm...delicious."

Fang Zhiming's eyes flickered.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. By the third time Su Man came, she was like a regular customer.

She carried two large bags of ingredients and food and went straight to the kitchen. She put the fresh ingredients for tomorrow's use into the refrigerator and sorted the remaining fast food into different categories.

"These are some bread and biscuits. They're for you to eat in case you're hungry. Don't use them as a staple food. They're not nutritious."

After Su Man finished speaking, she stood up from the chest of drawers and saw Fang Zhiming looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Fang Zhiming asked.

Su Man paused and said, "To put it in a more human way, we used to be very good friends, weren't we?"

"Because... I'm the boy who played the piano for you?"

"Yeah." Su Man responded.

Hearing this, Fang Zhiming gave a sarcastic smile.

This is his stolen identity.

They didn't have a close relationship to begin with, so why would Su Man care about him and be nice to him?

But then Su Man said: "Besides this, we also had a 'common thing'. I still remember it. I stayed in the theater to rehearse in the middle of the night, and you held a big teacup and picked on me from the audience."

When Su Man mentioned this, her bright eyes were dotted with stars, sparkling with light, pure and cunning.

“It’s frustrating, but because you’re with me, I’m not so scared when I rehearse alone until late at night.

"Also, I was short of money before, and the studio couldn't afford a dance teacher. You came to help me when I was in the most difficult time, and you didn't even ask for any wages...

"People should be grateful. Giving a rose to someone leaves a sweet fragrance on your hand. Now I am giving the rose back to you. Isn't that a beautiful thing?"

Rose, gratitude, beauty...

After his family members passed away, Fang Zhiming never dared to think about these words again in his life.

Su Man's kindness and sincerity made Fang Zhiming lose his mind for a moment, so much so that he blurted out his agreement to Su Man's request to continue coming to his house to cook for him tomorrow:

"I'll come over and make you breakfast tomorrow. I've already bought the ingredients, and if you don't agree, they'll all go to waste. Actually, if you can cook for yourself, or if you're willing to eat some nutritious takeout, I wouldn't bother you so much and keep coming to your place."

After saying this, she wrinkled her nose again and said eccentrically:

"Actually, I have selfish motives too. You need to get better soon so you can come back to class and help me share some of the pressure. I have to go to class every day after work. I have three or four classes a night and I'm almost exhausted."

After saying hello, Su Man left without staying long.

Fang Zhiming stayed in the empty room, somewhat dazed.

I used to think Suman was noisy, but now that she's quiet, I feel a little uncomfortable.

Su Man also had her own concerns.

After walking out of the apartment building, her relaxed expression gradually became tense.

She came to Fang Zhiming today, and she didn’t know whether Xiao Beisheng would know about it.

She looked around and found that there were no suspicious people or vehicles on the main road outside the apartment building. Only then did she dare to walk forward with confidence. As she walked, she clutched her bag tightly, quickened her pace, and strode into the online taxi she had booked in advance.