It was a room for grown men, with a poster photo of the same man on the wall. The man's handsome appearance gave Song Fei a familiar yet strange feeling.
Song Fei stared at the poster photo on the wall and began to think deeply. After guessing the identity of this man, she was rarely stunned.
That coward in memory actually looks so good-looking
After the set was over, the assistant drove Yan Jiang home. Knowing that Yan Jiang was tired of the night, after the car parked outside the door, the assistant turned around and asked Yan Jiang: "Brother Jiang, do you want me to accompany you into the house?"
Yan Jiang is sleeping.
He was really sleepy, but he only dared to close his eyes and take a short rest in the car when he had a light on and waited for someone to accompany him.
Hearing the assistant's words, Yan Jiang immediately opened his eyes.
He shook his head slightly, and said: "It's getting late, you should go back to rest earlier." After speaking, he pushed the car door, stepped out of the car with long legs, and walked towards the gate of his house. Seeing Yan Jiang open the gate of the courtyard, the tall and tall figure hidden under the streetlights in his courtyard, walking farther and farther, the assistant started the car and left.
Upon entering the house, Yan Jiang immediately turned on all the lights on the entire first floor. The room was instantly brightly lit, and Yan Jiang felt relieved.
He went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, found a bottle of chilled mineral water and took a few sips. He went upstairs to the game room, turned on the computer, turned up the stereo to the maximum, and played a rock rap.
Listening to the rap singing coming from the impression, Yan Jiang returned to the room. He walked to the bed, gave Song Fei a nutritional injection, and then walked towards the bathroom door while undressing.
The running water rolled over his body, sweeping away Yan Jiang's drowsiness.
After taking a shower, he wiped his body casually and walked out carelessly. When he came out, Yan Jiang didn't wear any clothes, nor was he wrapped in a bathrobe, he didn't even bother to find a towel to cover the important parts of his waist.
Anyway, he is the only awake person in this house, there is no audience, and it doesn't matter whether he wears it or not.
Yan Jiang hummed a tune, pouted his buttocks in the cloakroom to look for the pajamas he was going to wear tonight, his movements were heroic and inelegant. He didn't realize at all that a vague line of sight was falling on him, seeing everything in him that should be seen and should not be seen.
After Yan Jiang got dressed, he walked to the bed and sat down. He bent down, put his ear on Song Fei's chest, and listened to her heartbeat. In his mouth, he was still gently counting the beat of Song Fei's heartbeat: "Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Yan Jiang listened for a while, sat up, and talked to Song Fei in a vegetative state with some joy: "Honey, your heartbeat today is so powerful!"
Song Fei pretending to be asleep: ""
Yan Jiang's eyes were particularly bright. He took out the notebook in the drawer of the bedside table, and recorded today's observation diary in a happy mood. He wrote: [Today, my wife's heartbeat is faster than before, and she has more strength. Is she Wake up soon?]
Yan Jiang pursed his lips and remained silent for a few seconds before closing the notebook and putting it back in its original place for collection.
After sitting on the bed for a long time, it was three o'clock at night when Yan Jiang went to the game room to turn off the computer.
There was complete silence in the huge house.
Once the night was quiet, Yan Jiang was restless. He quickly returned to the room, got into bed, hugged Song Fei's too slender waist, buried his head in Song Fei's neck and sniffed, and then he was not so afraid.
"Goodnight wife."
After speaking, Yan Jiang kissed Song Fei's shoulder, closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. After about thirty minutes, Yan Jiang's breathing finally slowed down. He fell asleep, and he was still hugging Song Fei tightly, like an insecure child.
Even when he was asleep, there was still a wall lamp on in Yan Jiang's room.
Song Fei opened her eyes, and turned her head slightly to look at the blue-dyed head between her neck. She wanted to find a way to flatten Yan Jiang's dog hair, which would be an eyesore. However, with Yan Jiang holding her body like an octopus, Song Fei couldn't move at all.
wife
Go fuck it!
Song Fei was thinking about things in a daze, and she fell asleep soon after being out of energy.
The next day, when Song Fei woke up, Yan Jiang had disappeared, presumably because of work. Song Fei pulled out the nutrition needles and poured them all into the toilet. During the whole process, Song Fei's gait was unsteady, and she had to stop and rest for a while after walking two steps.
I was really hungry, my stomach was burning with hunger. Song Fei walked downstairs with difficulty holding on to the railing. She came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, saw the refrigerator full of various drinks and fruits, and fell silent.
Is it plausible that such a big refrigerator has nothing to eat but only drinks? Dad is right, people will become stupid if they drink too much, Yan Jiang is the best example.
If you don't eat any more, you will faint from hunger.
Song Fei went back upstairs again, and went into Yan Jiang's cloakroom. She found a black and white shirt to change into, and found a pair of casual trousers and a peaked cap. Putting on long trousers, Song Fei rolled up the overlong trouser legs twice, put on her peaked cap, smashed Yan Jiang's piggy bank, took Yan Jiang's book and wrapped the two hundred yuan coins and left home.
Walking in the bustling streets, Song Fei felt a little uncomfortable.
During these years in a vegetative state, Song Fei was actually conscious. Song Fei also knew what the people around her said and did. It's just weird, she just can't wake up.
Song Fei knew that she had been asleep for eight years, that her parents were dead, that that idiot Song Ci was being bullied, that the person who bullied them was getting away with it, and that there was a coward who ate a bear's heart and leopard's courage to call her My wife, I have to sleep with my arms around her every night
Walking into a porridge shop, Song Fei glanced at the menu, staring at the numbers and words, dazed for a moment, then counted eighteen coins from the black backpack, and threw them on the table in front of the boss.
"A bowl of porridge with fish slices. It's thinner, it's boiled." Song Fei was shocked when she spoke suddenly after years of silence. Her voice was hoarse and cold, like arctic snow.
Nowadays, people like to use Alipay and WeChat to scan codes. Not many people use cash, let alone coins. The boss gave Song Fei a strange look, and said with a smile, "You can also scan WeChat and Alipay."
Song Fei:
WeChat Alipay
Song Fei became a vegetable in 2012, and WeChat was just born in 2012, far from being a household name. Alipay is also limited to Taobao users mostly. At that time, when walking on the street, everyone used cash, and most of them used credit cards to buy valuables. Wherever it is like now, wherever you go, you can pay with just a scan.
"No." Song Fei was very calm.
The boss didn't say anything, he counted the coins and confirmed that there was no shortage of money, and then let Song Fei enter the room to sit. "Come in and sit for a while, it will be fine in a while."
"Um."
Don't ask me why a vegetative person can walk after waking up, I understand that it doesn't conform to common sense. But there is no way, the plot needs to be promoted, so you all treat Sister Fei as a fairy. .
(end of this chapter)