"You're sick!" You Mingxu cursed in his heart. He didn't even bother to pay attention to him and went upstairs.
Her house is actually quite old, but fortunately it is one of the earliest commercial houses, so it was built quite neatly and has excellent quality. She entered the house and turned on the lights. This square two-bedroom apartment was just like her, simple, spacious and plain. There was no sense of warmth, only a slightly messy and casual vitality.
On the wall in the middle of the living room hangs a black and white portrait of the deceased. You Mingxu would always glance at her when he entered the room, and sometimes he would smile at her for no apparent reason, which would make him feel a little warmer in his heart.
The mother in the picture is only in her thirties. She looks comparable to You Ming and Xu Wenjing, and she is gentle yet heroic. A pair of big watery eyes, with a sweetness that You Mingxu does not possess. Even her police uniform and hat couldn't hide her liveliness. You Mingxu grew up with his grandparents in Jiangcheng and only came to Xiangcheng for college. They never told her about her father. Only once did my uncle casually say, "Mingxu looks more like his father." No one answered at that time.
You Mingxu took her mother's surname, and she had no interest in finding out who her father was, or whether he was dead or alive, or whether he was a good or bad person.
She took a shower and lay back on the bed to watch TV series, all kinds of American TV series, soap operas, and comedy dramas. In this way, time passes by unknowingly, and my mind is free of thoughts, making me feel comfortable.
I was watching the hero holding the heroine and spinning around under the cherry tree, while the villain was standing two meters away with a distorted face, as if he wanted to write "I am vicious" on his face, when the cell phone rang. Without taking her eyes off the tablet, she reached for her phone and took a quick glance at it.
A text message from an unfamiliar number: "Ming Xu, this is Yin Feng."
You Mingxu didn't want to reply at first, but after thinking about it, he replied, "I know."
Her goal was to end the conversation with just one sentence.
The result was obviously ineffective. Many things in that person's brain were already on strike, so how could he understand her perfunctory attitude?
He immediately asked again: "What are you doing?"
You Mingxu endured it, paused the drama, and replied: "Watch TV."
"What are you watching on TV?"
"'Peerless Love'."
"can I call you?"
"Can't."
"Why?!"
"Because I'm sleepy and want to sleep."
"Then add me on WeChat and approve me. It's the green tadpole app."
Green tadpole...
It was the first time that You Mingxu heard someone use such a fresh and refined way to address WeChat. He accepted the request and clicked to see a large picture of his profile picture. It was a picture of a man's profile, in black and white, with great use of light and shadow, like faint ripples reflected on the man's angular profile. The man had a slight smile on his lips and his eyebrows were slightly drooped. He was wearing a very ordinary black T-shirt, but it looked very stylish.
At the same time, it can be seen from this picture that Yin Feng used to be a bit narcissistic and conceited. She was absolutely self-confident about her beauty, so she used this cover model-like photo as her avatar.
With a sudden thought, I clicked on his Moments, but found that he only showed his friends the Moments of the past three days, and there was nothing else.
He sent a voice message.
You Mingxu clicked it.
"Today I took medicine and had an injection as the doctor said. In the evening Chen Feng took me out for some exercise. I also watched TV for a while, but it was boring. At noon I had meat, carrots, onions and vegetables. In the evening I drank soup and ate meat again, as well as chicken soup, shrimps and vegetables. The doctor said the wound couldn't get wet yet, so I wiped it with a towel. Now I only smell a little bit. I'm going to bed now. Good night You Mingxu."
His voice on the phone was unexpectedly deep and pleasant, because his tone was so well-behaved, and there was a certain soft feeling. After listening to this, You Mingxu was silent for a moment, and replied in voice: "Good night Yin Feng."
Three days later.
The sunlight generously filled the entire ward. Yin Feng, who had just finished taking a shower, sat on the bed wrapped in a bath towel like a big cat. The stitches had been removed and he felt so comfortable. Although it still hurt, he didn't care. The nurse had just blow-dried his hair, and it was now fluffy and soft all over his head.
He didn't know that he now looked like a boy in his early twenties, fair, tender and clean.
Chen Feng held up two pieces of clothing, stood in front of him, and said, "This is your favorite brand and style, the latest model of this season."
One is a dark grey stand-up collar jacket and the other is a black coat. This is the tailoring workmanship of big brands. It looks very simple at first glance, but the texture is actually very exquisite and has a strong sense of design. The two young nurses next to him fell silent as they watched, and they really wanted to see how the handsome guy on the bed would look like wearing these two pieces of clothing.
Yin Feng stared at it for a while, then smiled with a bit of contempt: "It's so ugly."
Chen Feng's expression remained unchanged as he took out casual and sports items from his bag, all of which were top fashion brands.
Yin Feng's brows relaxed a little: "It's OK, it's acceptable."
Chen Feng wanted to laugh. The teacher was still as picky as before, but the direction of his pickiness seemed to be completely reversed... I remembered that a first-tier international men's clothing brand wanted to invite the teacher to be its spokesperson for Asia.
Finally, what Chen Feng took out from the bag was a green T-shirt with a large and lively Astro Boy printed on the chest. Same style pants.
Yin Feng sat still, staring intently. He felt the nurse next to him lowering her head to hold back her laughter, which made his face inexplicably hot and a little indescribably angry. I thought if Mingxu was here, he would definitely not smile, but would just say in a casual tone: "Well, this looks good on you." Thinking of this, his mood improved again, but his face was deliberately serious, and he said: "Well, since there is nothing else good-looking, let's go with this one."
Chen Feng: "Okay."
"I'm too lazy to choose and buy a few more of the same ones."
Chen Feng: "Okay. Same brand, different styles and patterns, is that okay?"
"Um."
Yin Feng put on new clothes, walked to the mirror, looked at himself for a while, smiled, and said to himself, "I'll wear them today to show Ming Xu."
Chen Feng said: "Ziyi is here. I asked her to wait next door. Do you want to see her?"
Yin Feng frowned immediately and asked, "Who is she? Why does she always come to see me?"
Chen Feng: "I told you two days ago that she was the childhood sweetheart of your brother Yin Chen who died more than ten years ago. You have called her sister since you were a child. I think she came here to care about you."
Yin Feng said, "I know. But she belongs to my brother, not me. Since Yin Chen died a long time ago, does that mean she has nothing to do with me?"
Chen Feng: "In theory, yes. But she has been by your side for the past few years, and you didn't object."
Yin Feng's expression suddenly became very nervous: "She... is my girlfriend?"
Chen Feng thought for a moment and said, "Not really."
Yin Feng didn't understand: "What does that mean?"
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