How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 199 Walking into the morning fog, falling into the twilight clouds 36
Chapter 199 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the twilight clouds (36)
Qiao Ling is still sensible. She is now blinded by anger and injustice. She cried and said, "Jon, can you please not appear in front of my eyes..."
She only meant to let Wen Xien go back to the room now, because she was afraid of saying things that would hurt the person more, so she might as well calm down by herself.
But Wen Xien didn't know Qiao Ling's original intention, she just thought her sister didn't want her anymore.
Wen Xien doesn't know what to do if even the closest people don't want you anymore.
It's summer now, but it can't dispel the chill in her body.
Wen Xien went out, and the door was gently closed.
Qiao Ling looked at the door with trembling all over, and his eyes returned to the cake that had no shape on the ground.
She hugged her knees in pain, buried her face between her arms, and the sound of crying even more choked echoed in the silent living room.
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Wen Xien took a taxi and went to the cemetery. It was night and there was no one in the cemetery.
Wen Xien came to a cemetery, she squatted down, and in the moonlight, she could faintly see the small black and white photo.
In the photo is a boy, a particularly good-looking boy, he smiled and smiled warmly.
Wen Xien took out a few paper candies from his pocket. No one had been to this cemetery for a long time, and the stone tablets were covered with a lot of ash and dead leaves.
Wen Xien first wiped the stele clean before placing the candy in front of the stele.
"Candy?"
In the dark night, Wen Xien asked.
No one responded to her, and it seemed that Wen Xien didn't care either. She sat beside the stone tablet and said softly, "I may have to stay overnight here, don't mind."
The boy in the small black and white photo has a smile on his brows and eyes, and this smile will always be fixed at his age.
Wen Xien suddenly felt aggrieved when she saw his smile, she wanted to cry aggrieved.
"What are you laughing at, you are ugly."
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Feng Yansheng has also served himself. Today is Sunday off. He lay in bed for a day without eating. He woke up in the middle of the night from hunger. If there was anything to eat in the refrigerator, he could only get up and go to the supermarket to buy it.
The supermarket was quite far away, Feng Yansheng scratched his hair irritably, and swears in his mouth.
After shopping in the supermarket, Feng Yansheng returned the same way. He casually looked sideways at the entrance of a small grocery store and saw a familiar figure.
Thin and pale.
Obviously knew that the other party could not appear here, but Feng Yansheng couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
After walking a few steps, Feng Yansheng couldn't help but look back, and it was at this moment that Feng Yansheng could see the man's face clearly.
Wen Xien is like the darkness that opposes the light in the shadow painting.
Feng Yansheng reached out and grabbed her arm. After he pulled it up, he realized that Wen Xien had no temperature at all.
Her clothes were all wet, he grabbed them with his hands, and the first thing he felt was a damp cold.
He grabbed Wen Xien's arm, and Wen Xien finally had a little reaction.
looks like this...
"Jon?"
Feng Yansheng shouted in disbelief, and then angrily "What's the matter? Make yourself like this!"
You won't be bullied again!
The more he thought about Feng Yansheng, the more excited he became. His face was fierce and his eyes darkened.
Wen Xien didn't speak, took out a parchment candy from his pocket, cut open the shell, and revealed the candy inside.
She took it into her mouth, and her mouth was full of sweet and greasy taste.
"I'll take you home." Feng Yansheng said.
Wen Xien finally glanced at him and said blankly, "No."
After saying that, Wen Xien was about to turn around and leave.
Feng Yansheng stood up straight, walked straight to Wen Xien's side with a pair of long legs, and pulled her slender arm to the side.
"Well!"
Wen Xien was forced to take a few steps back because of this force.
A hurried, sweet, nasal muffled sound.
Feng Yansheng's eyes were dim, he closed his eyes and said, "Go home with me."
The door was closed, Wen Xien walked in, Feng Yansheng pulled her to stand under the lamp, and she stood still, the incandescent lamp above her head illuminated, only her thin jaw could be seen.
"Are you cold?" Feng Yansheng regretted this sentence when he asked. He thought that Wen Xien would not answer, but at this time Wen Xien was unusually silent and docile.
She said softly, "Cold."
Just this sound made Feng Yansheng feel sad.
"There is no hot water in the house, I'll heat it for you first." Feng Yansheng said.
Wen Xien silently opened a candy, put it in his mouth, and opened three at a time.
Feng Yansheng went to the room to boil water.
Wen Xien has been standing under the light, and the water vapor on her body has not dissipated, and she is wet.
Boiled hot water, put it in a plastic tub, and brought it to Wen Xien.
Wen Xien maintained the position that he was pulling in, and did not change.
Feng Yansheng put the basin at Wen Xien's feet, turned around and went to the window to get a dry towel. The towel was hung on a wire held outside on a rack. He needed to reach out most of his body to reach it.
His body will definitely not allow him to do this now. Feng Yansheng just took a clothes hanger and pressed it against his chest in pain.
The towel has been dried, and there is still the fragrance of saponin on it.
Feng Yansheng put the dried towel into the hot water. He just boiled the water and didn't know the temperature, so he rashly immersed the towel in, and when he went to get it, he was scalded and received an electric shock. hand.
He looked so embarrassed, his first reaction was to look at Wen Xien's face.
Wen Xien didn't look at him at all, she quietly looked at the candy wrapper in her hand.
Feng Yansheng dragged his slippers and ran to the kitchen to scoop a cup of cold water into the basin, and then reluctantly neutralized the scalding heat.
Feng Yansheng took the towel out of the basin and soaked it in hot water. The towel was amazingly hot. When he twisted his hands, his palms were hot and crimson.
He twisted up the towel and wiped Wen Xien's face. Wen Xien lowered his head, and he could only squat down to wipe for her.
Wen Xien's skin was pale, and it was as if he was going to squeeze the chill out of his bones now.
Feng Yansheng wiped her face with a hot towel, and the heat of the towel finally made Wen Xien's face a blush.
Feng Yansheng helped Wen Xien to wipe his neck again. Wen Xien was soaked all over and dripping from his clothes.
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(end of this chapter)