The villa has been arranged very well. Originally, Chen Feng had people come to clean the house regularly, but after the master and servant left, the main building had been uninhabited for a long time and it lacked some liveliness. Today, Yin Feng was discharged from the hospital and returned home. The lights in the garden were on and the villa was brightly lit, looking lively and warm.
Yin Feng walked along the path between the gardens towards the main building. The driver parked the car and followed him. He was silent all the way, and when he walked downstairs, he suddenly asked, "Graffiti, did I really hang around that woman every day and beg her to like me?"
The driver nicknamed "Graffiti" lowered his head and said, "Yeah."
Yin Feng felt a slight headache and said calmly, "How special is she? Even if I am only ten years old mentally, how could it be like that?"
Doodle whispered, "She's fine."
Yin Feng looked at him and said, "You are always soft-hearted."
Tuhua smiled: "That's different. She treated you well before, more sincerely than any other woman, and protected you well. There was no need for us to intervene."
Yin Feng finally stopped talking.
When I entered the living room on the first floor, I saw Chen Feng, the painter, the cook, the gardener, and the old man were all there. Seeing Yin Feng coming back, they all stood up. Yin Feng waved his hand: "Sit down."
Everyone sat down together. The painter, who was the youngest and most active, ran to make some tea and brought it over.
Yin Feng sat in the middle, looking at their concerned and joyful eyes, smiled and said, "I'm fine. I'm sorry for making everyone worried during this period of time."
Everyone laughed.
The old man still looked like a prisoner, with his shoulders shrugged and his hands rubbed. He said, "Teacher Yin, you really don't remember what happened during this period?"
Yin Feng said "hmm" lightly.
The gardener with a thin face and gloomy expression said, "Old Nine, what's there to ask? If you can't remember it, then don't remember it. Why bother Teacher Yin?"
The old man nicknamed Laojiu laughed and stopped talking.
Yin Feng said, "I heard that during this period of time, I was hanging out with... that female police officer. You guys are free now and don't have to obey me or care about what I said to you before."
Everyone laughed again.
Chen Feng adjusted his glasses and said, "I've been staying by your side the whole time and have been very busy. I have no time to do anything else." After saying that, he raised his shining eyes and looked at the others.
The chef spoke second. He had been with Yin Feng for a shorter time, only three years. He was in his forties, which was about average age among the group. But he has a handsome appearance, is neither fat nor thin, and has a well-proportioned body. But perhaps because he cooks and eats well all year round, his complexion is very good, with a glow that many chefs have. At first glance, it is full of the flavor of urban life.
"I take care of your three meals a day. Do you think I am obedient?"
Yin Feng smiled and said, "What about the others? During this period, have any of them..." He paused, his expression turned colder, "Can't control yourself and do something you shouldn't do? If you are caught by the police, I won't help you anymore."
No one spoke.
Yin Feng glanced at them one by one, and seeing their expressions, he felt relieved a little.
He then said, "Very good. Since you haven't hurt anyone else, have you hurt yourself?"
Everyone remained silent. Lao Jiu rubbed his hands and smiled: "No, Teacher Yin, I didn't. Now I am following you and my life is comfortable. Besides, Lao Jiu has always hurt others but not himself."
Yin Feng curled his lips, this is the truth. Before he was released from prison, Lao Jiu was probably the most ruthless of the crowd. However, if his eight-year-old daughter, who depended on him for everything, had not been raped and murdered, he would not have chopped the man into pieces. After being imprisoned, he was bullied by a prison bully. He cut off half of the man's ear in the middle of the night, chopped it up and forced the man to eat it, thus destroying the evidence. From then on, I was no longer afraid of anything and lived a very peaceful life.
Yin Feng once interviewed him and arranged for reporters to interview him, publishing the actions and psychological analysis of the perpetrators, which helped him gain the understanding of most people and even a reduced sentence. After that, Yin Feng talked to him a few more times, and he calmed down again. He began to feel something for life and the people around him again. After he was released from prison, the lonely old man had nowhere to go, so Yin Feng took him in. From then on, he stayed in the villa wholeheartedly, working as a handy old man, smiling all day long.
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At this time, Yin Feng noticed that some people present secretly lowered their heads.
He said, "Xiaoyan."
Xiaoyan was the painter. He lowered his head and said nothing. He gently touched his left wrist with his right hand and then immediately put it down. The chef sitting next to him grabbed his hand and his sleeves slipped down, revealing two new scars on top of the dozen or so wounds already there.
The living room was quiet. Xiaoyan lowered her head, revealing a part of her white neck.
He was once a patient with severe depression and a painting genius. His parents died mysteriously a few years ago. The police have always suspected that Xiaoyan was involved, but they have no evidence. Even when he came to Yin Feng, he tried to attack and only stopped when he was stopped.
Yin Feng said, "That's enough. Your body is one with you. It can feel your emotions, pain, and joy. Why hurt it again? That's just cowardice. Don't do that again."
Xiaoyan, a gentle young man, blushed and nodded.
The chef then asked, "Teacher Yin, will you go look for that policewoman again in the future?"
As soon as the question was asked, everyone looked at Yin Feng, and they all seemed to be joking. The gardener continued, "If you really like her, I can bring her to your bed tonight, just like I did with Shu Xue last time."
Yin Feng also heard what Chen Feng said about Shu Xue. In fact, he had no impression of this woman who had been pestering him. Then he remembered what Chen Feng said, that You Mingxu picked up Shu Xue and threw her out. For some reason, the corners of his lips curled up.
He replied calmly, "Don't mess around. I just told you to behave yourself. That woman... was just a pastime for me during my dementia period. There's no need to mention her again. People with different ideals cannot work together. I will never be with a police officer in my life."
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With Yin Feng's return, the lives of everyone around him seemed to be back on track. They had been living with him in the villa, and would leave when the night got dark. From today on, they could live a peaceful and ordinary life beside him again.
Chen Feng also went back to his room to sleep. Yin Feng returned to the master bedroom, took a shower, and came out wearing only his underwear and wrapped in a bath towel. He wiped his hair in front of the mirror and looked at his current appearance. He seemed to be a little fatter than before.
After a while, he looked into his own eyes and put down the towel in his hand.
Those black eyes, it seems that I can never see clearly into their depths.
After a while, with no expression on his face, he walked to the bed, tore off the bath towel, and fell on the bed.
When he came to his senses, he found that he had held the entire quilt in his arms, with his limbs curled up like a cross-legged frog. He had wrapped the quilt tightly around himself and even leaned his head on the quilt, rubbing it a few times.
...What is he doing?
After a moment's silence, he threw away the quilt, lay straight on his side as he did before, rested his arm on his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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