Dongzhu has been doing nothing recently and has been staying in Chaoshan chasing people. He looks like an unemployed vagrant.
That day, she was planning to visit him directly, but when she arrived downstairs in the community, she saw Nie Yiheng cleaning his army green jeep very seriously.
People who come out of the army are very down-to-earth and simple. I believe my father will like this style.
Dongzhu walked over and said, "Hi."
Nie Yiheng just glanced at her, as if he didn't know Jiang Dongzhu. In fact, there was no difference between knowing her and not knowing her. They were just passers-by. He never thought that he would have any dealings with Dongzhu.
Under the sunshine of Chaoshan, Nie Yiheng's skin looked good. Dongzhu observed Nie Yiheng carefully and found that there seemed to be a scar on his face, but the scar turned white over time. Dongzhu didn't notice it on the plane that day and a few days ago. No wonder Tan Yang said that day that he had "returned from hell". Something must have happened on the battlefield that left this scar.
Dongzhu had been standing next to him while he was wiping the car. In a flash, Dongzhu touched the scar with her hand and said gently, "Does it hurt?"
She knew that if she was slow, Nie Yiheng would have fought back long ago. He was a soldier and his reaction speed was different from that of ordinary people. Moreover, he was particularly averse to women and had no understanding of romance.
Nie Yiheng frowned tightly, "Let go of your hands!"
Dongzhu knew he would react like this. His attitude towards women has always been bad.
Dongzhu wanted to know why he reacted like that. If his attitude at the airport that day was that he was not interested in women, then Tian's reaction was simply hateful, at least making Dongzhu love and hate him.
But such a man is at least reassuring.
I never get attracted to women, especially not casually.
Moreover, his expression successfully attracted Dongzhu's attention.
This man is unique, especially unique. Dongzhu smiled proudly in her heart.
Dongzhu has always been more courageous when facing setbacks. It will not retreat in the face of difficulties, but will instead face them head-on.
She loosened her hand, snorted coldly, and said angrily, "You don't know how to be gentle with women."
Nie Yiheng ignored her, and Dongzhu turned around and left.
In the afternoon, Nie Yiheng received a package from Licheng Express. The sender's address was clearly written: the Westin Hotel on the same street, with the room number written in detail. The sender's phone number and name were also clearly written: Olivia, as well as her mobile phone number in Chaoshan area.
The express was delivered in a document bag. Nie Yiheng took out the contents, which turned out to be a small can of crocodile oil, produced in Qiepo. When Nie Yiheng was in the army, he had heard from his comrades that this crocodile oil was particularly effective in treating burns and scalds. Moreover, it was expensive. This small amount was estimated to cost one thousand yuan.
Nie Yiheng had only heard of it before, but he had never experienced it.
After all, I am a grown man with thick skin and flesh, not a girl, so I don’t care much about my appearance. Therefore, I have never taken it seriously. This is the first time I have seen it.
He knew what Dongzhu's purpose was, which was to heal his scar, so he ignored it and just put the crocodile oil on the coffee table.
He didn't mind the scar. Women only do it to please themselves. As a grown man, why would he do it for whom? What's more, he had decided not to see the woman he had done it for in his lifetime.
Nie Yiheng didn't care about the bottle of crocodile oil or the person who sent it. He just put the crocodile oil on the coffee table.
After returning to China, he has not started working yet and will officially start work next month.
Three more days passed. Dongzhu did not come during these three days. She must have given up because she knew it was difficult. No one bothered Nie Yiheng, and his world was very quiet. He hoped that all the women who bothered him would leave his world and give him peace.
In the afternoon, Nie Yiheng was washing clothes by hand.
I'm used to being in the army, and I even wash clothes by hand.
He has always been frugal. He did not throw away the clothes that Dongzhu had written on, but planned to wash them.
He had great strength in his hands, but fluorescent pens were impossible to wash off. He rubbed them until they were white and broken, and the words were only beginning to fade. Thinking of the woman's clueless look when she did these things, Nie Yiheng became angry.
There was a knock on the door, Nie Yiheng opened it, and it turned out to be Tan Yang.
Seeing Tan Yang sweating profusely, Nie Yiheng asked, "Is it hot outside?"
"What do you think?" Tan Yang frowned and said, "Your heart is at peace, so you don't feel hot. I'm hot inside and out. Bring me an ice cube, your hands are burning."
There was still soap foam on Nie Yiheng's hands. He asked, "What's wrong?"
Tan Yang said as she ran to the kitchen, "I was just downstairs and got pinched by your apartment door. You're an old lady. You said you were fine, so why did you close the door? Didn't you see my hand was still on the door?"
"Are you blaming yourself or others?" Nie Yiheng went to wash his hands and took a look at Tan Yang's hands. It was indeed clamped tightly. The unit door downstairs was made of iron. When he measured it, it was not small. There were bruises all over, which looked pitiful. The skin was also broken.
"As a former soldier, can't you bear this little injury? It's just superficial." Nie Yiheng stopped washing the clothes. He had given up hope of washing the clothes and sat on the sofa chatting with Tan Yang.
"I can bear the injury, but I can't stand the attitude of the old lady downstairs. She said that even if I had raised my hands earlier, it would have been a disaster. It's all her fault, and she said it as if it were right." Tan Yangxian cursed with an innocent look.
The tone of cursing is so cute.
Tan Yang was cursing when he saw the crocodile oil on the table. "Yiheng, you keep such a precious thing and don't give it to me, your brother. What kind of brother are you?"
Nie Yiheng suddenly remembered this matter, didn't say anything, just made a "please" gesture.
Tan Yang opened the lid familiarly and applied it on his hands.
Then, while the two were chatting, Tan Yang's face suddenly turned red, and his flesh felt weak. He felt that if he didn't get rid of this flesh, he would explode and die.
"What's wrong with me? This crocodile oil has such serious side effects?" Tan Yang slapped his face. The look in Nie Yiheng's eyes changed a little. Then he seemed to wake up. "I've only heard of this kind of thing, never seen it, and I've never fucking tasted it. You didn't fucking taste it on me, did you, Old Nie? Are you plotting against your brother?"
Nie Yiheng also understood. He took the crocodile oil and looked at it.
Tan Yang's reaction was getting more and more intense, and he kept saying, "Fuck, my sexual desire doesn't need this, it's burning me to death."
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