Looking at the sickly pale girl, with a thin face, a high nose bridge, and eyes with a slight purple pupil, her facial features were very delicate. She looked a bit like a girl next door.
For some reason Fang Lang felt like he had seen her somewhere before, but for a moment he couldn't remember where. Could it be that he had seen her before in his previous incarnation?
"Excuse me, young lady, what is your name?"
The girl's voice was very clear and crisp, and it sounded very comfortable to Fang Lang's ears.
"Hello sir, thank you for saving me! My name is Audrey Katherine Ruston, but I changed my name not long ago. You can call me Hepburn."
Hepburn? Audrey Hepburn? Oh my god. Is this true?
Fang Lang finally realized why he felt that the girl in front of him looked familiar.
This is the international superstar of later generations, Audrey Hepburn!
I was just doing a good deed on the street and I encountered such a person?
...
...
Oh my God! Is this your gift to me?
But this girl is too thin! Will the child be hungry?
"Okay, Hepburn, my name is Fang Lang! You can call me Lang, or Lang."
The little girl looked puzzled and said:
"Shouldn't you call me Fang?"
"I'll tell you a secret. I'm Chinese. Our customs are different from yours. We always put the surname first and the given name last."
Fang Lang leaned close to Hepburn and whispered.
Because the distance was too close, Hepburn's pale face turned slightly red.
"Okay! Then I'll call you Lang! Thank you very much for saving me. I don't know how much it cost, I...I will pay you back."
Looking at Hepburn's pale face again, I thought, girl, you look like you can't even afford a meal now.
Give me back the money you got!
However, if you directly refuse her to pay you back, it might hurt his self-esteem.
After thinking for a while, he said:
"There's no rush to pay back the money, wait until you recover.
Tell me what you want to eat. You must be craving for something because you are so hungry.
Wait, you can't eat hard food directly now, I'll make you some porridge."
After saying that, he ran out in a hurry, and just as he reached the door, he met Reinhardt.
"Fang, what are you going to do!"
“That’s right, Rinehart, is there any rice in London?
The girl inside woke up, but fainted from hunger.
She can’t eat hard food, so I’m going to make her some porridge.
Take me to buy some food."
Fang Lang grabbed Reinhardt and walked outside.
Reinhardt was pulled so hard that he staggered and almost fell.
"Hey, wait a minute. Slow down...my shoes!"
When Fang Lang returned to the hospital again, he was holding a pottery jar wrapped in cotton cloth.
When Hepburn saw Fang Lang again, she breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s not that he likes Fang Lang, but he’s mainly worried that he doesn’t have the money to be discharged from the hospital.
Reinhardt followed behind Fang Lang. Everything that happened today completely refreshed Reinhardt's understanding of Fang Lang.
Especially when Fang Lang was concentrating on cooking this pot of lean meat porridge.
It's like he's become a completely different person.
"Fang, are you possessed by evil spirits?"
"You are the one who is possessed!"
"But I feel like I don't know you anymore."
"You don't understand, this is Audrey Hepburn, you know?"
"Who is Audrey Hepburn? The girl you saved?"
"That was in Roman Holiday... No, you don't need to know. It was the girl I saved."
"It seems that our Fang fell in love at first sight! Haha..."
"Go, go, go, go away. I like plump girls with curvy figures. This girl is too skinny."
"Oh! So, you want to use your secret recipe to fatten her up, right?"
"Go away, you don't understand."
Reinhardt felt that he really didn't understand. Even if he liked this girl, he didn't have to act like this!
Reinhardt, who followed Fang Lang into the ward, saw Fang Lang talking gently to the girl.
"Hepburn, this is our Chinese delicacy, nutritious and healthy, very suitable for you at this time."
As he spoke, he picked up the porcelain bowl in his hand and scooped a large spoonful of liquid from the pottery jar into the porcelain bowl.
After it was full, he used a small spoon to scoop out a little, blew on it with his mouth, and handed it to Hepburn's mouth.
"Open your mouth. Don't worry, I've blown it before. The temperature is just right."
Hepburn looked at the gentle man in front of her, and her heart suddenly felt like it was electrocuted. She opened her mouth involuntarily to drink the porridge.
But reason reminded her in time that the man in front of her was just a stranger she met for the first time.
Even though the other person is his savior.
However, she still felt very shy about having a stranger feed her so intimately.
He waved his hand quickly and said:
"No... no, I can do it myself."
Fang Lang looked at the sick girl whose face had turned red, and he didn't understand what was going on.
He turned around and glared at Reinhardt who followed in.
Reinhardt was puzzled and thought, what happened?
Why are you glaring at me? The girl didn't let you feed her porridge, but you glared at me.
Can you blame me for this?
It seems that he thinks I'm getting in the way!
Oh my god, didn’t you pull me here yourself?
You are so good, Fang Lang. You said that you are not the kind of person who would forget your principles for the sake of beauty. Today, I, Reinhardt, have learned a lesson.
Fang Lang was not willing to give in, so the little girl took matters into her own hands and quickly stopped him, saying:
"You are a patient! You need to rest well, how can you drink porridge by yourself?
This is our Chinese delicacy. If you don’t drink it, you will burn yourself.
Listen, open your mouth."
As he spoke, his feet kept moving towards Reinhardt's strokes.
As soon as he saw this, Reinhardt understood what Fang Lang meant.
Isn't this clearly telling me to get out?
The word "FUCK" almost came out of my mouth.
I thought to myself, since you saved Aston Martin, I'll help you this time.
Thinking of this, he turned and left the ward.
Seeing Reinhardt leave the ward, Hepburn's face became even redder.
Fang Lang was very satisfied with Reinhardt's performance.
Seeing Hepburn reaching out to take the bowl and spoon again, Fang Lang retracted his hands.
He dodged Hepburn's outstretched hands and said:
"Be obedient. You are a patient now. Drink your porridge obediently."
Hepburn smelled the aroma emanating from the bowl of lean meat porridge and swallowed secretly.
He was indeed very hungry, and his stomach was growling.
This made her face even redder.
Seeing that Fang Lang was really determined, there was no one else in the ward.
He could only open his mouth slightly.
A mouthful of warm, salty, sticky hot liquid went down his throat and into his abdominal cavity.
This warm feeling almost made Hepburn burst into tears.
She felt that this was the most delicious and warmest food she had ever eaten in her life.
It has a melt-in-your-mouth texture, a sticky yet salty taste, and a temperature that's neither hot nor cold.
It captured her taste buds instantly.
Seeing Hepburn obediently eat the first mouthful of porridge, Fang Lang nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:
"That's right, that's the way to behave! Is it delicious?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and scraped the slightly cooler porridge along the edge of the porcelain bowl into the spoon.
He put it to his mouth and blew on it.
This set of actions seemed so gentle in Hepburn's eyes.
At this moment, Fang Lang's whole body was shrouded in a layer of light in Hepburn's eyes.
This was the man who had been the best to him in his life as long as he could remember.
Her father left her and her mother when she was six years old, which made her lack fatherly love since childhood.
At their uncle's house, their uncle treated them and their mother well, but he was executed by the Germans.
No man has ever treated her like this since then.
Before I knew it, my eyes were filled with tears.
As Fang Lang handed the porridge spoon to Hepburn's mouth, he was shocked to see the girl's eyes full of tears.
He quickly took out his handkerchief, wiped away the tears from the girl's eyes and said:
"What's wrong? What happened? If you are unhappy, tell me. Let me see if I can help you solve it."
The girl said with a smile on her face:
"It's okay, this porridge is just so delicious."
Fang Lang was overjoyed to hear the girl praising the delicious porridge he cooked.
"Haha... isn't it delicious? Let me tell you! British food is simply a disaster. We Chinese still have to look to us for delicious food. Open your mouth."
Then he handed the spoon to the girl's mouth.
This time the girl opened her mouth and swallowed it very naturally.
I don’t know whether Hepburn’s appetite became smaller because she was hungry or she was born with a small appetite.
I just ate two bowls and felt full.
Looking at Hepburn whose face was gradually regaining some color, Fang Lang nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Yeah! You look much better now!
Where is your home? I will take you back after you have a rest."
"Ah! Let's not do that! It would be bad if my mom saw it!"
When Hepburn heard Fang Lang say that he would take her home, her face turned red again. She waved her hands repeatedly, not knowing what she was thinking of.
Since you've already said you don't want it, right? Once the word "right" comes out, there's room for discussion!
Under Fang Lang’s influence, when a woman says “no” it seems like she means “yes”!
As for the problems his mother saw, Fang Lang didn't care!
Fang Lang had only seen Audrey Hepburn's bright and beautiful screen image in later generations.
Little did I know that Hepburn's life would be so hard.
This is what Hepburn really looks like!
Should we record it with a camera?
It will definitely become a very valuable documentary!
"It's settled. You're a little girl, wearing so little and it's so cold outside. You'll freeze if you go out. I'll drive you there. It'll be warmer."
Seeing that Hepburn was about to refuse again, Fang Lang directly changed the subject:
"It's so cold, what are you doing out here?"
"I just finished my ballet class and was heading home when I fainted on the way home. Thank you for saving me."
Hepburn said a little embarrassedly.
"Hey! I'm saying this, but it looks like you don't even have anything to eat! Why do you still want to practice ballet?
Filling your stomach should be more important than dancing!"
Fang Lang didn't know that Audrey Hepburn was born to study ballet. He thought he studied acting!
In Fang Lang's impression, art training courses are not cheap.
Why would anyone be willing to learn dancing on an empty stomach?
"I have been learning ballet since I was a child, and I want to be an excellent ballet dancer when I grow up. So..."
Hepburn felt a little embarrassed that Fang Lang saw his embarrassment.
His face actually turned slightly pale.
"So you studied ballet! I thought you studied acting!"
Fang Lang muttered.
"Acting? I haven't studied acting!"
"Ah! That's okay. I just think that with your beauty, you should become a movie star."
I don't know how Hepburn later embarked on her acting career.
But Hepburn's achievements as a Hollywood star are obviously higher than those as a ballet dancer.
But since other people's dream is to become ballet dancers, he certainly won't interfere.
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