Chapter 450: Visiting and Caring
Xiao Beisheng's lesson worked.
Su Man didn't dare to go to Fang Zhiming's house anymore.
These days, Su Man went to the studio for classes, but Fang Zhiming was nowhere to be seen in the dance studio.
She temporarily took his place and taught his students.
Every time the students asked Su Man when Teacher Fang would come back to teach, Su Man didn't know how to answer.
Fang Zhiming asked for leave.
She first asked for two weeks, but in the second week, Fang Zhiming still didn't come, so she asked Fang Zhiming online how his injury was recovering.
Fang Zhiming didn't say much, but just asked Su Man for two more days of leave.
Su Man simply gave him an extra week and assured him that she would not deduct his tuition fees.
Fang Zhiming simply replied with two short words "Thank you" and stopped replying.
Su Man couldn't help but worry that his injuries were too severe and he wasn't recovering well.
The weekend finally arrived. Su Man didn't have to go to the dance troupe for rehearsal that day. She only had to go to the studio for classes in the evening. She had a whole day of free time during the day.
She planned to go and see Fang Zhiming in person.
At this moment, the warning Xiao Beisheng gave her had been diluted by Fang Zhiming's worry.
Early in the morning, Suman got up early and went to the kitchen to cook and make nourishing soup.
After instructing Ye Ling to take good care of Doudou, Su Man went out.
She didn't plan to drive by herself because she would be too conspicuous and would easily attract Xiao Beisheng's attention. Who knew if he was such a pervert and had been secretly following her?
Su Man took a taxi and went straight to Fang Zhiming's apartment building.
After getting out of the car, she looked around and found that she was not being followed, so she went upstairs.
The last time she came here, it was already late. Now that she came here during the day, Su Man realized that the community here is very old, probably about fifty years old.
The greenery in the community is more yellow than green, more dead than alive. Dead branches float in the garden pond, and rotting leaves form a thick layer on the shore, yet no one comes to salvage them. The property management company seems to have given up on managing the community's environment. It's even possible that the residents can no longer afford the property management company.
Taking the elevator again, the elevator made a humming sound due to its age and disrepair. Su Man stood in this square iron box, feeling sad.
Last time, I was focused on Fang Zhiming's injury and had no time to pay attention to these things.
However, she did consciously note which floor and room Fang Zhiming lived in.
Arriving at the door of Room 602 on the sixth floor, Su Man looked around for the doorbell and pressed it twice, but no one came to open the door.
She had already told Fang Zhiming in advance that she would come and Fang Zhiming should not go out.
Suspecting the doorbell was broken, she knocked.
Still no one came to open the door.
She took out her cell phone and called Fang Zhiming, but no one answered.
Su Man couldn't help but worry: Did something happen to Fang Zhiming?!
Su Man became anxious when she thought of Fang Zhiming's injury. In a panic, Su Man remembered that the spare key to Fang Zhiming's house was hidden under the insole at the door.
Su Man was a little hesitant.
That night, Fang Zhiming, the owner, was there, and the spare key was used with his knowledge and permission.
If she used it now without permission, it would be somewhat offensive and rude.
After hesitating for a while, Su Man was worried that something might happen to Fang Zhiming, so she bent down and lifted the floor mat.
However, there was nothing under the mat!
——Fang Zhiming took the key away.
Su Man couldn't help but laugh at herself sarcastically, and she understood one fact in her heart: not only was she on guard against Fang Zhiming, but Fang Zhiming was also on guard against her.
Just as Suman stood up, the door opened.
Behind the door, Fang Zhiming's tired face appeared.
"I just fell asleep." He said in a hoarse voice.
Su Man pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "I thought something happened to you, I'm glad you're okay."
"Come in."
Fang Zhiming gave up half of his body.
Su Man walked in and found the room was still the same as when she came that night.
Clean and tidy, not very popular.
"I just wanted to come and see how you're recovering. Sorry, I haven't come to see you these days." Su Man walked to the dining table and took the lunch box out of the thermal bag.
The exquisitely packaged small bowls were arranged in different categories.
There is soup, rice, side dishes, and freshly cut fruit.
As soon as you open the lid, the aroma of food fills the air.
"I made these myself, using my own exclusive recipe. They're very nourishing," Su Man said, introducing each item one by one. "I simmered the beef bone soup for over two hours. I added some raw rehmannia root, red peony root, angelica root, sumac, and acanthopanax bark, all of which can invigorate blood circulation and dissolve blood stasis. The side dishes and fruits are all good for replenishing vitamins. Also, when the rice was almost done, I sprinkled some wolfberries on it. I don't know if you'd be accustomed to it..."
"You don't have to prepare these for me." Fang Zhiming followed and glanced at the food on the table. It was obviously delicious, but his tone did not arouse any interest.
Su Man was stunned. "What's wrong? Is my cooking not to your liking? Didn't you like the porridge I cooked that day?"
Fang Zhiming's eyes were a little vague.
Regardless of whether it suited his taste or not, he didn't touch the food she cooked that day at all. If it weren't for the mold and strong sour smell wafting from the kitchen, he would have been forced to go to the kitchen and deal with it.
He wouldn't eat the things Su Man prepared now. It was the hottest time of the year and they would easily go bad if left alone. He felt a headache when he thought about having to spend more time and energy to process them.
The thought of that foul smell made him feel nauseous for no reason.
"No, I just don't want to trouble you." He said against his will.
Su Man said, "It's not a problem. I quite like cooking. Can you cook? I see there's nothing in your refrigerator. I'll get you some ingredients later. You can cook by yourself when you have time."
"I still prefer to order takeout. Besides, there's an advantage to ordering takeout."
"Benefits? Because it's more convenient?"
"No," Fang Zhiming shook his head, his face full of sly amusement. "The advantage is, if I ever get too sick to get out of bed, the delivery guy can come to my house and see if I'm alive and call the emergency number. If I'm dead, someone can collect my body."
"What a jinx!" Su Man frowned, looking unhappy.
Fang Zhiming glanced at the rich and varied food on the table and said, "Put it aside for now. It's hot and I don't have much of an appetite right now."
Seeing Su Man's pair of watery eyes flashing with innocent light, he felt a little soft-hearted and added: "Eat later."
"Oh, okay."
Suman had no objection.
She also asked Fang Zhiming about his physical condition.
Fang Zhiming didn't have any internal injuries. Most of the blood bruises in his skin and muscles had faded, but the pain was still quite obvious, especially at night. Sometimes he even had trouble turning over in his sleep.
Su Man suggested that Fang Zhiming continue to take leave for another half a month.
Wait until you have fully recovered before returning to class.
"It's hard for you to be alone, I will try to go back early." Fang Zhiming said.
The two of them just talked about it briefly and there was no further communication.
Su Man sometimes feels very disconnected. Fang Zhiming is nothing like the piano boy who used to talk to her about everything when they were little.
But she brainwashed herself again: After all, more than ten years have passed, everyone changes, Fang Zhiming is different from before, which is normal, not to mention that he has encountered family changes...
Thinking of this, Su Man looked towards the small room where Fang Zhiming used to commemorate his family.
"Can I go and pay my respects to them? Last time I came, I was in a hurry and didn't greet them properly. This time I want to apologize for disturbing them by coming so suddenly."
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