Chapter 123 Now You Know My Problem
This was the first time in Jiang Nanfeng's life that he was scolded for being uncultured.
But it was obvious that she didn't care much about it. She glanced at him casually, turned and went into the bathroom, and came out after a while wearing Lao Yan's clothes -
New.
But Lao Yan could tell from the length that it was his clothes.
Her hair was still dripping, her chest was wet, and the hem of her short-sleeved T-shirt just covered her thighs...
One look and you'll know she did it on purpose.
The good brother between his legs jumped unconvincingly. The man lying on the hospital bed lifted the quilt and said, "You just rely on the heating. If you are released back to the south, you will be frozen to death."
His tone was quite angry and frustrated. If he had been released before, he would not have been able to speak like this easily.
"I've never seen these clothes before," Lao Yan said, "where did they come from?"
Jiang Nanfeng looked at the sofa, where there was a luggage bag that had been opened.
In fact, Jiang Nanfeng's clothes were not dirty.
Just when Lao Yan was curled up in the quilt like a defiled decent man and woman, she stood up and wanted to take a shower. She tilted her head and saw the luggage bag on the sofa... She remembered that this thing should have been brought to him by Lao Yan's local female apprentice in the afternoon. She reached out and took a look, and saw a newly bought sports brand T-shirt inside.
She took it out and put it on.
Lao Yan didn't react much after hearing this. He just grabbed the quilt for a moment and asked blankly, "Then you also wore clothes given to me by another woman. Are we even now?"
He was even prepared to be scolded.
But she glanced at him nonchalantly and said, "What nonsense! I have never been angry with you about this."
Oh, it seems totally irrelevant, isn't it?
Lao Yan had never suffered such an injustice in his life. He watched Jiang Nanfeng wandering around the house in his clothes, slowly putting on her short skirt and baseball jacket under his eyes, and finally when she took off her disposable slippers and slowly put on her boots...
Anyway, Lao Yan has been in and out of the hospital three times this year, and has never felt that this place is so much like a five-star hotel.
"Should I quack a few times now to be more in line with my status?" he asked the young woman not far away sarcastically.
"What are you talking about?" Jiang Nanfeng glanced at him. "I'm the one getting ready to get dressed and leave. This room is yours. Have you ever seen a poultry prepare a room for guests? Why would it sit here and eat a buffet?"
“…”
Grass.
Who said that northerners are good at talking?
Anyway, he could never think of such an incisive adjective as "buffet" in his entire life.
Lao Yan fell back on the bed, feeling that his wrist injury tonight was not a big deal. The nurse would collect his body during the ward rounds tomorrow morning, and the cause of death in the autopsy report would definitely be something like "sudden heart attack."
"Jiang Nanfeng, if you don't want to reconcile with me, why do you sleep with me?" Lao Yan simply stopped looking at her. He wanted to strangle her to death after just one look at her. He simply stared at the ceiling and covered himself with the quilt. "I now regret that I was born a year earlier, otherwise I would definitely send you to jail... Really, do you think I can bear it?"
He was almost mumbling, and as he was talking, he felt a figure approaching him with the smell of cheap shower gel...
Wearing his clothes, she propped one hand on the bed, bent down, forced her eyes to meet his, and told him earnestly: "I heard that after sleeping with someone, a man's regrets can at least be eliminated to some extent."
She sounded like she was doing this for his own good.
Lao Yan was stunned, and asked reflexively, "Are you sick and believe everything?" Then he thought carefully about what she said. He thought about "Do I have any regrets?", and then unfortunately found that there were some -
Now my fingertips still retain her body temperature and the soft and elastic skin that I feel when I knead it...
Now when I close my eyes, I can still see her with one elbow propped up on the pillow, her head tilted to the side, her eyes moist and slightly red as she looks at her.
I still remember that she was bent over, and there was a nice little indentation on her waist.
...Thinking that this might become the last song in the future, let alone eliminating half of the regrets, it would be more appropriate to upgrade "regret" to "regret for the rest of your life".
She is indeed sick.
"Please, don't be angry with me." Lao Yan said, "I'm just a college student, I haven't entered the society yet, I don't understand the vicious mind of women——"
She sat beside his bed, patted his quilt gently, and said in a light voice without any emotion: "Well said, you should date someone of the same age in the future."
Old cigarettes are a bit annoying.
When she said that, his chest exploded and his whole body ached. The aching sensation spread from his contracted heart to his entire body, almost sentencing him to death.
He always thought that maybe he had gone too far in the past. Although he didn't cheat, he often took over other girls' relationships without any problems. So God was punishing him now...
Does he deserve it?
His eyes became a little red, and he pulled the quilt without saying a word.
In the blink of an eye, it was six o'clock the next morning. The hospital's inpatient department reopened the passage for caregivers. Jiang Chao pushed open the door from the outside and stuck his head in.
Jiang Nanfeng was drowsy.
In the dim light, her hair covered half of her face. She nodded her head and supported herself with one hand on the edge of the bed.
Not far from her, Lao Yan was lying on his side, with his injured hand resting on the side of his body. When Jiang Chao pushed open the door, the tips of his intact fingers were hanging in the air, about to touch her cheek, and he seemed to be pushing away the hair covering her nose...
Hearing the noise, he first retracted his hand and then slowly turned his head.
Jiang Chao opened the door quietly but closed it with an uncontrolled sound. When he put down his breakfast, Jiang Nanfeng also opened his eyes and yawned.
Lao Yan had a blank expression on his face, as if he had just fallen asleep in that stiff sleeping position without any other movement.
Jiang Nanfeng stood up and went to the bathroom to wash up. Jiang Chao followed her and leaned against the door. When she raised her eyelids with a wet face and glanced at the person behind her in the mirror, he said, "It's almost there. She's just a child. She hasn't settled down yet. I think I really like you."
His voice was neither too high nor too low, so only the two of them could hear it.
"Have you ever heard the saying, 'A prodigal who returns home is worth more than gold, and a scumbag who turns over a new leaf is more affectionate than an ordinary man.'"
Jiang Nanfeng was stunned for two seconds, then she blinked.
Drops of water dripped from her eyelashes, casting shadows that obscured the brief hesitation in her eyes.
The delay was really short.
Like never before.
When she raised her head, the corners of her lips curved slightly in a smile: "It's funny to hear you say this. Who said this to you when you broke up with your girlfriend?"
Jiang Chao discovered that his sister was even more ruthless than he was.
"He likes you more than you like him." Jiang Chao said.
"Whatever," Jiang Nanfeng said calmly, "It's not a competition, why bother to decide who wins or loses."
She was leaving after washing up.
The atmosphere at that time seemed quite normal.
Just as her hand was on the door handle, the boy on the bed behind her called her name. She turned around and looked at him.
His childish face showed an unprecedented seriousness.
A little strange.
It's like the child grew up overnight.
"Remember, once you walk out this door, don't look back."
Lao Yan's voice sounded like he was biting his back teeth and said helplessly with a determined tone, "It's you who don't want me."
For a moment, Jiang Nanfeng's hand on the door handle flickered.
But she finally opened the door and left.
…
When I walked outside the hospital ward, it started snowing.
In the heavy snow that covered the sky, Jiang Nanfeng stood in front of the busy clinic building but did not leave for the time being.
It is a very subtle thing for people to have telepathy. In the icy and snowy weather, she took off her gloves, took out her phone, opened the short video platform APP, opened the follow list, and found the person she had not followed for a long time.
When we first met, he only had 120,000 fans, but now he has almost 160,000.
That means at least 40,000 people have visited his homepage, seen his top-ranked video of a two-person freestyle jump, know who his most proud disciple is, and read his declaration on his homepage: “Don’t chat if you’re not single”…
Now all of this is gone.
The top video has been deleted, and no new top video has been selected to replace it;
The words "If you are not single, please do not chat" disappeared, leaving only the thank you to the sponsoring brand and the contact information of "Guangrong in summer and Chongli teaching appointment in winter"...
There is no fancy stuff anymore, it is just a normal skiing god's homepage, except that it has not been updated for a few days.
A cold north wind blew.
Jiang Nanfeng shuddered, put away his phone expressionlessly, and left the hospital.
…
The snow season is already halfway through, and it’s less than a week until the Chinese New Year.
This snow season was eagerly anticipated when it came, but it came so fast that more than half of it passed in the blink of an eye.
In just over three months, many strangers met on the ski slopes. Some got jobs, some fulfilled their skiing dreams, and some became famous overnight by wearing a vest.
And the story of Lao Yan and Jiang Nanfeng probably ends here.
...At least that's what Weizhi thought when he saw the homepage of the short video platform with Lao Yan's lifeless aura blowing over him.
It was a day later that she realized this.
The protagonist, who had nothing to live for, was sitting in the cable car with his arm tied with a bandage, opposite her. He was leaning back lazily playing with his mobile phone, with a natural and relaxed expression on his face.
Wei Zhi: “…”
Wei Zhi said nothing, and waved her cell phone in front of the man next to her. The man was originally looking outside the cable car, and when he felt his sleeve being pulled, he turned around and looked down.
I saw Lao Yan’s short video platform at a glance——
He was silent for a moment, and under Wei Zhi's shocked gaze, he raised his foot and kicked the person opposite him: "Are you and Jiang Nanfeng completely done?"
His deep voice successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the car to Lao Yan. Besides Beistab, there were also two of Shan Chong's disciples who often played with them and looked familiar to Wei Zhi.
Backstab uttered "Ah" and looked at Shan Chong. Before he could say anything, he heard the man ask, "So how do you feel now?"
The rest of the people on the cable car: "..."
"If I were you, I would jump up and fight him to the death." Beisai turned around and said to Lao Yan, "Even if he is a tiger, I will be like Wu Song with a lame hand."
Weizhi took back his phone with embarrassment, thought about it and felt that something was not right, so he kicked the man to express his humanitarian stance.
Shan Chong felt quite aggrieved after being kicked: "What are you doing? Didn't Lao Yan show up here today to teach you a lesson? If he's in a bad mood, just wait to be scolded."
"Why should I wait to be scolded?"
"How long have you been back from Guangzhou? Have you put your back edge down? Has your right hand touched the snow? Have you pulled your butt back?"
Death Question.
It has been almost half a month since I returned to Chongli from Guangzhou. Except for the few days when I accompanied the mountain bikers in training, Wei Zhi got up early and worked hard on the snow every day.
The front edge is in standard posture, and it goes down very deep (?), my left hand can touch the snow, and the posture is elegant and beautiful;
Changing the heel edge was a mess. It was like she was a different person. She couldn't get down no matter what she did. She changed her posture again and again. Her right hand was about the distance from the snow surface that a fish or a bird would swim. For the standard heel edge, her butt should be almost above the snowboard. But she always had her butt hanging in the air because her front foot couldn't push off...
This is her pain.
Cannot mention.
She thought Shan Chong didn't know, but who knew that Lao Yan's mouth was a sieve and he was also a complainer. His mother's heart was unpredictable...
Wanting to look at the "teacher" sitting opposite him in a reproachful manner, his eyes wandered around his face, but Weizhi was too embarrassed to speak, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.
In the awkward atmosphere of the cable car, Lao Yan, who was originally looking at his phone, slowly raised his head, glanced at his master, and said calmly, "I'm in a good mood."
A man on the cable car looked at him.
"If you keep playing a song on repeat for three months, no matter how good it is, you have to change it," Lao Yan said. "Isn't this just perfect?"
As he spoke, he put down his phone to show everyone. On the chat screen, he was chatting enthusiastically with a girl with the head of Sailor Moon Usagi Tsukino. It looked like she had just called in to make an appointment for a class.
There's nothing dry about this kind of chat.
Just a series of questions like "What's your current level?", "Do you have your own board, shoes and other equipment?", "Price?", "What do you want to learn?", "When do you want to take classes?"... If it were Dan Chong, the conversation might be finished in ten sentences, or since it's a well-known fact that he doesn't accept newbies and rich people, the first series of questions can be skipped and the conversation can be finished in five sentences.
But when it comes to old smokers, those who have no foundation and occasionally take it are different——
If you want to chat, each question can be easily expanded to more than ten sentences, and you can chat for the whole morning without stopping.
Weizhi took a quick look and was not surprised to find that they could spend a while just sending emojis to each other, which was quite passionate.
She didn't say anything. According to her understanding, Lao Yan and Jiang Nanfeng were heading towards destruction in the process of being scumbags to each other. At the beginning, Lao Yan didn't want to have a serious relationship, and then when he woke up, Jiang Nanfeng couldn't stand up anymore——
As the saying goes, you get up from where you fell. After Jiang Nanfeng left, Lao Yan started to pick up newbies all over the world.
The cable car arrived at the station. When getting off the cable car, Shan Chong stood up, glanced at Lao Yan, but in the end he didn't say a word, picked up his board, and went down first.
Weizhi followed behind Laoyan holding his board.
The two had just stood firm in front of the advanced K track when a Salomon snowboard fell from the side. This brand of snowboard is the king of park boards, and the bindings on the snowboard are in an eight-shaped position. Wei Zhi stared at it for a while, turned around, and looked into the man's dark eyes.
Wei Zhi: “…”
Weizhi: “?”
Shan Chong: "What are you looking at?"
The man pulled up his face guard, pressed the edge of his nose, adjusted it, and then slowly pulled down his goggles.
Weizhi, still holding his board, looked back blankly at the entrance to another advanced ski slope leading to the park. Beistab and the other two big brothers on the cable car were standing there, also looking at this side blankly.
Wei Zhi: "Aren't you going to the park today?"
The boards we used were all park boards.
The man in black stood there, and when he heard the words, he slowly said "ah" and said, "I suddenly don't want to go in anymore, just look at you sliding."
Wei Zhi was puzzled.
The man seemed too lazy to talk to her. He raised his chin towards the snow track ahead and bent down to put on his bindings.
…
The three of them set out one after the other.
It was still the same as before, with Lao Yan standing in front to demonstrate, she following in the middle, and Shan Chongju holding his cell phone behind her.
There were few people on the advanced K-track, so her skiing was the ugliest on the entire ski track.
The man standing in a figure-eight position and holding up his phone would occasionally perform a figure-eight carving for her, switching between his left and right hands while holding his phone, and he could also use his other free hand to casually walk across the snow...
Moreover, his posture was the most elegant and beautiful among all the eight-character carvings Wei Zhi had seen.
The atmosphere suddenly changed to her first day of learning carving. She was like a sandwich, stuck in the middle...
oh.
Not exactly the same.
Because when he was halfway down this snow track, Wei Zhi found something was wrong——
After Lao Yan showed her a few edge positions, he was completely different from before and kept telling her every now and then: Push your legs, buckle your left shoulder to the front leg fixator, and focus on your core. Don't forget the core, the trinity is one and none of them can be missing.
In the past, when she occasionally limped in a bend, he would wave his hand to ask her to pull over, and then he would lie on the ground to tell her what a bend is, what an exit is, where to start exerting force and where to start applying pressure, and why her sliding route was not smooth enough...
Today all of that is gone.
After the demonstration, Lao Yan stood on the snow track with his hands behind his back, holding the front edge and watching her ski.
He didn't say a word in the first half. When she came to him, he said "No," and then said "Look carefully at my legs and stomach." He twisted his snowboard, did a 180-degree jump, and went down.
The atmosphere was tense.
He didn't say a word of nonsense.
Having one arm hanging in front of his chest did not hinder him from folding it properly. From Weizhi's point of view, not to mention the relatively simple front edge, the back edge of the knife was almost touching the ground...
Wei Zhi was stunned.
However, when she was afraid of the change in atmosphere, she tried to imitate him and slid to Lao Yan's side breathlessly, and all he said was -
"You can't even control your heel-edge trajectory now."
"You know why not? It's too late to get out of the bend."
"The core is lost."
"I said the Trinity, what's the point if you do one thing and don't do the other?"
"Do it again."
"Come again."
"My right leg didn't hold on."
"Sweeping the snow."
When we got to the door of the ski equipment hall, everyone felt dizzy.
It felt like his mom was skiing with two kids.
It's outrageous.
He looked blankly at Lao Yan who was bending over not far away, taking off his snowboard, picking up the snowboard, standing up straight, and the snow was falling down from his snowboard... He turned his head to look at Wei Zhi who was standing there in a daze, and gave her a lazy hook, without saying a word, turned and walked towards the cable car.
Wei Zhi: “…”
Weizhi stared at the red and white sweater on the boy not far away, and turned back reflexively. At this time, the man in black came over behind him——
"When switching from front to back, you should press forward with your shoulders when the toe edge is halfway through to prepare for the flip. It will be too late if you press forward when the board is flipping. You are just slow now. If you press forward slowly while skating at high speed, your upper body will lag behind and you will be thrown out... Think more when skating, don't let your mind go blank."
He reached out his hand and gently patted her head. "Don't worry. It would take a normal person at least a month to learn how to skate the front and back edges... Go ahead."
As he spoke, he bent down and picked up her board.
Weizhi looked at Lao Yan's back.
She turned her head and looked at her boyfriend beside her.
Facing her doubtful silence, or a brief sneer from behind the black face shield, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "What do you think I am doing following you?"
“………What?”
"If I wasn't here, I would have cursed."
“…”
"If he dares to scold you, I will scold him." The man's voice was full of smiles. "Now you know what I am doing, don't you?"