Seeing a circle of people in the room, Jiang Wen frowned slightly.
"Have you eaten?" Yin Yan spoke first.
Zhao Huiyun smiled and talked to Yin Yan: "Is this your son?"
Yin Yan nodded slightly: "The second child in our family."
In fact, Zhao Huiyun had seen Jiang Wen at Jiantang that night, but there were many people there and the lights were dim, so she always felt that the boy in front of her looked familiar, but she couldn't remember the details.
Jiang Wen glanced at Feng Ning and walked quietly to the bedside.
Jiang Yurou grabbed his hands and rubbed them, "Oh, brother, your hands are so cold, let me warm them up for you."
Jiang Wen ruffled her hair, "Are you feeling better?"
"Better." Jiang Yurou looked left and right, blinking her bright eyes, "Do I not have to go to class anymore?"
Jiang Yuyun curled her lips and said, "That's all you can do."
They communicated in the Chongxi dialect, which was hard for others to understand. Feng Ning observed for a while and found that there was no one ugly in this family.
Jiang Wen's appearance was mostly inspired by his mother. Yin Yan was not as bloated as other middle-aged women of the same age. Her face was well-maintained and did not look old at all due to the years. Her eyebrows and eyes still showed the charm of her youth.
Inappropriately, Feng Ning recalled Shuang Yao's comment on Jiang Wen's appearance, saying that he was very pure. He couldn't understand it at the time, but now he suddenly remembered it a little.
His temperament was very distant. He was only a teenager, but even his smile seemed cold. On such a clean snowy day, he gave people a feeling of pureness and innocence for no reason.
Zhao Huiyun was used to observing people's expressions and said, "Leave us your phone number, and we won't bother you anymore."
Feng Ning also stood up, took Zhao Fanyu who was curled up beside him, pointed at Jiang Yurou on the bed and said, "Hurry up, sincerely apologize to the other little sister, and say goodbye."
Zhao Fanyu quickly glanced at the person lying on the hospital bed and uttered three "I'm sorry"s.
After leaving the hospital building, Zhao Huiyun patted Feng Ning on the shoulder and said, "Thanks to you this time. When I came here just now, I asked a friend to check and found out that it was the Jiang family's youngest daughter who fell. Zhao Fanyu, that brat, causes me trouble all day long."
A gust of wind blew on my face, as if I was slapped in the face. Feng Ning wrapped her scarf around her neck, hid her face in it, and exhaled, "No thanks, no thanks. If the boss really wants to thank me, just give me a little more salary every month."
"You are the only one who knows how to joke." Zhao Huiyun whispered, "By the way, do you know the young master of the Jiang family?"
"Who?" Feng Ning reacted for a while and said "Oh" twice, "Jiang Wen, I'm in the same class with him."
"What a coincidence! Maybe I can use this opportunity to build some connections with the Jiang family. I just happen to want to rent a few shops in Guangjiu."
Zhao Huiyun is a smart person. There is a reason why she was so polite to Yin Yan just now. Guilt is one thing, but she also has some desire to curry favor with her. She thought, "I'll contact you when the time comes. Can you spare some time during your vacation to help that girl with her homework for a few days? I'll pay you by the hour."
Feng Ning thought for a moment, "During my winter vacation... apart from working at KFC, there shouldn't be much else to do."
"Oh, KFC still employs child labor?"
"Short-term workers are not strictly managed." Feng Ning smiled brightly. "Besides, don't you also use child labor in your store?"
"Why aren't you my daughter? How did your mother give birth to such a sensible child like you?" Zhao Huiyun looked at the time, took out a few Mao Zedong notes from her wallet and stuffed them into Feng Ning's hand. "Okay, I have a business deal to discuss. I won't send you off. You two can take a ride back to school."
The snow kept falling, and two people, one big and one small, stood by the roadside, feeling the cold wind for a long time. The road surface was frozen, and there were few taxis passing by.
Zhao Fanyu, who was depressed, had just been holding back his tears for a long time. When he saw his mother finally leave, he burst into sobs.
The little fat boy's sadness came suddenly. Feng Ning was dumbfounded. She stood beside him, stamping her feet, and took out a piece of paper to wipe his nose. "Why are you crying?"
Zhao Fanyu's cheeks puffed up, "I just want to cry. I feel bad."
"Your mother hasn't beaten you yet, why are you feeling so upset?"
“I, I don’t want to tell you.” Zhao Fanyu hiccupped, “But I just feel bad, wu ...
Feng Ning teased him, "Tell me, please. If you don't tell me, you will just cry alone. It's so uncomfortable to keep it in your heart." She suddenly seemed to think of something, "Wow, no way, the Anna toy you asked for at KFC last time was for this little sister?"
Hearing this, Zhao Fanyu cried even louder.
Feng Ning was about to die of laughter, but she still looked serious and provoked him: "Little Fatty, are you secretly in love with someone? Then you caused someone to be hospitalized this time, and that person must hate you to death."
Unable to convince her, Zhao Fanyu cried and glared at her while sobbing.
"What can I do?"
Feng Ning was having fun playing with the children when suddenly, a luxury black car slowly stopped beside him.
The car window rolled down, and Jiang Yuyun asked, "Are you two going back to school? It's hard to stop a car now, so get in."
"Okay, okay, thank you, sister." Feng Ning was pleasantly surprised. She didn't hesitate and quickly pulled Zhao Fanyu up. When she opened the car door, she found that there was also someone sitting in the back.
Feng Ning stared at him, and Jiang Wen turned his head to the side and looked out the window.
The car windows were covered with a layer of white mist as the cold air suddenly came in. Feng Ning patted the snow off Zhao Fanyu's head. Her cheeks were a little pink from the cold, but her smile was very sweet. "Sister, you are so nice. You are beautiful and kind."
The driver was driving. Jiang Yuyun smiled and asked, "Why is the child crying?"
"It's okay, it's okay. He was just scolded by his mother." Feng Ning explained immediately.
Zhao Fanyu's chest rose and fell: "Sister bullied me."
Feng Ning raised his hand to cover his mouth, "What nonsense are you talking about."
There was a traffic light at the intersection, and the car slowed down slowly. Jiang Yuyun browsed her work email for a while and asked, "Little girl, how old are you?"
"I'm in the first year of high school."
"Oh? Xiaowen is also in the first year of high school."
"We are in the same class."
"You two are classmates?" Jiang Yuyun glanced at them in the rearview mirror, "I thought you two didn't know each other."
"It's just the beginning of the school year, so everyone is not familiar with each other."
Jiang Wen remained silent, deliberately ignoring her. Then a phone call came in, and he picked it up.
The car was heated very well, and Zhao Fanyu took off his gloves. When he took off his scarf, the gloves on his legs fell to his feet, and Feng Ning bent down a little to reach them.
Jiang Wen was absentmindedly talking on the phone. He glanced at her and impatiently spread his legs to give her some space.
Zhao Binlin on the other end yelled at the top of his lungs, "Where have you been? Why can't I see you? Hey, hey, hey, Jiang Wen, Jiang Wen? Why is there no sound? Ask me!"
Jiang Wen came back to his senses and responded casually, "What are you arguing about?"
"Oh, oh, what were you doing just now? You suddenly stopped talking. I thought there was no signal."
Jiang Wen had a cold and handsome face, and an irritable expression on his face. "I'll be at school soon. I'm hanging up."
"Is it Zhao Binlin?"
Jiang Wen frowned and hummed.
"Why do you have such dark circles under your eyes?" Jiang Yuyun tilted her head slightly, "You're just a freshman in high school, don't put too much pressure on yourself at school."
Jiang Wen didn't know whether he heard it or not.
"I was wondering what's wrong with you these days. You look like you've lost your mind at home. Did something happen at school?"
Jiang Wen interrupted her, "Stop talking."
Jiang Yuyun didn't give up, "Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?"
"I'm not in a relationship."
"Really? When I was your age, I had so many boyfriends. Why did you hide it from me?" Jiang Yuyun asked Feng Ning, "Is this boy popular among many girls at school?"
"Yes, yes." Feng Ning laughed, "Jiang Wen is very popular in our grade."
While they were chatting, he turned his head slightly to look at Feng Ning, but quickly looked away.
"Haha, when I took him out to eat in junior high school, there were often little girls following him." Jiang Yuyun changed the subject quickly, "But he didn't understand."
"Indeed." Feng Ning agreed, "It doesn't matter if he wakes up a few years later. He is still young anyway."
The car drove to the school gate.
Feng Ning put on Zhao Fanyu's hat and patiently told him, "Go back to your dorm to change your clothes and go to class in the afternoon, okay?"
Zhao Fanyu responded weakly.
Feng Ning straightened up and patted his back, "Okay, go quickly, your sister has to go to class too."
Someone passed by.
Walking towards the teaching building, Feng Ning put his hands in his pockets and followed Jiang Wen silently two or three meters behind him.
They walked one in front of the other, a little distance apart. She suddenly quickened her pace and called out, "Hey, Jiang Wen, did you win the lottery last time?"
"I don't know." He said calmly.
"Oh my god." Feng Ning still held on to the last glimmer of hope, "Did you watch when the prize was drawn?"
"No."
Jiang Wen didn't want to pay attention to her, not even a glance at her. He walked forward, his steps were very fast.
She said sarcastically: "Why are you walking so fast? Be careful not to fall. The road is very slippery today."
Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Wen never had a good face towards her, so Feng Ning didn't want to make herself embarrassed.
Humph, what a bad temper! I'd better give him a good knock!
Feng Ning stared at Jiang Wen's back, imagining in her mind that he was walking and suddenly fell flat on his face. Then at this moment, she walked past him with a proud look, without even a single glance.
God had heard her curse, and retribution had come immediately. Feng Ning was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the road conditions under her feet. Her right foot suddenly lost balance, and her ankle twisted her calf. She was caught off guard and screamed subconsciously, startling Xue squatting on the branch.
Jiang Wen turned around.
Feng Ning was seen kneeling on the road in an extremely ugly posture.
The piercing pain instantly spread from the ankle to the central nervous system. Feng Ning's face turned pale, sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, he groaned and cursed, and tears almost burst out.
She was a little dazed after being thrown down.
Fortunately, it was winter and I was wearing thick clothes. Although the posture of my fall was ugly, I didn't feel much pain. My foot was still stuck in the small pit covered by snow. I moved my foot a little, but the pain was too obvious. Feng Ning had to sit on the ground and slowly move.
Fortunately, it was lunchtime and there were few people on campus. No one was watching her embarrassing appearance.
Jiang Wen stood there in silence for a few seconds, then walked over and looked down at her miserable condition: "Are you okay?"
Feng Ning felt pain every time she moved, and angrily asked, "Do I look okay?"
Jiang Wen said, "Oh," with an attitude of not caring about the matter, "Can you still stand up?"
"I'll try."
Because it was so painful, she had to pause every time she stood up and changed positions, which was particularly painful. Under his gaze, she slowly and humiliatingly climbed out of the snow.
"Let's go to the infirmary."
He still had a conscience, and she felt relieved. Feng Ning was supported by Jiang Wen, and her facial features were all wrinkled together. She hopped on one leg with difficulty. After jumping for a while, she slipped again, and Jiang Wen almost fell down.
She was furious. "Aren't I wearing snow-resistant snow boots today? What kind of fake product is this? I can almost skate on the ground. I must file a complaint someday! This black-hearted merchant is blatantly deceiving consumers!"
The road ahead is long, and she doesn't know when she can jump to the infirmary. Feng Ning is completely depressed: "How about you call someone to help?" She is extremely tired. "I really can't jump anymore. Why don't you lend me a wheelchair or something."
Seeing how unlucky she was, he suddenly felt better for some reason.
Jiang Wen picked her up and carried her sideways.
Feng Ning was startled and almost fell down. She reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck, "Damn it, are you carrying me like a princess? That's not appropriate. We're still in school. It would be embarrassing if others saw us."
One sentence completely destroyed the originally slightly charming atmosphere.
"Can you please stop arguing?" Jiang Wen was very impatient and shook her. "Even if someone sees me, I will be the one who suffers."
"What do you mean you're the one who suffers the loss?" Feng Ning was unable to move now, so she could only let him hold her. "Forget it, I won't argue with you. You look thin, but you're actually quite strong."
After enduring for a moment, Jiang Wen squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Are you going to strangle me to death?"
Feng Ning raised her eyes and saw two blushes on his face. She smiled and loosened her grip, "I'm not afraid of falling and feeling insecure."
As they walked, his breathing became heavier. Suddenly, Jiang Wen surrendered and put Feng Ning back on the ground.
"What happened again?"
Jiang Wen's arms felt numb, and he shook them off, sweating a little on his face. He said coldly and directly, "You're too fat, I can't hold you anymore."
"I'm fat? Are you kidding me?"
Feng Ning was speechless. He adjusted his clothes awkwardly and muttered to himself, "How am I fat? I just wore a little too many clothes today. I don't even weigh over 100 pounds. I'm not fat at all!"
After resting for a while, Jiang Wen half-knelt down condescendingly, "Come up."
Feng Ning leaned forward angrily, "A man can't say he's not good enough, what a rubbish."
Jiang Wen held her legs with his wrists, his muscles tensed, and paused, "You want to say another word?"
"Forget it, I won't say anything." Feng Ning sighed, "You wouldn't be so petty as to leave me here alone, right?"
He tilted his head: "You can try."
"I will never let go even if I die!"
On the way, Zhao Binlin called again. Feng Ning took out his phone from her pocket and put it to his ear. By the time she hung up, her hands were sore from holding it.
They made it to the infirmary with great difficulty, both of them were panting. They took off their shoes for the doctor to check, and luckily they had no broken bones, just a sprained ankle.
It was the same female doctor from last time. While applying medicine to her, she asked suspiciously, "Have I seen you two before?"
Feng Ning sat on the bed and nodded: "Yes, we came here once before when he had a heat stroke."
The air conditioner was on in the room. Jiang Wen unzipped his jacket and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
Zhao Binlin was chatting nearby: "Wow, Feng Ning, why did you fall so hard?"
"I was thinking about something while walking and didn't look at the road. Who knew I would be so unlucky."
Zhao Binlin looked strange, "Oh, then why are you with Jiang Wen?"
Feng Ning told him what happened today.
Zhao Binlin nodded, "Then you two are quite destined to be together."
The female doctor said, "It's almost done. You can go now. Remember not to do strenuous exercise in the next two days and apply the medicine on time."
"Do you have a wheelchair or something here?" Feng Ning turned around and looked around.
The female doctor laughed and said, "We don't have a wheelchair. I'll write you a prescription and you can go to the logistics department to get a crutch."
Feng Ning spread his hands: "How can I go now?"
The female doctor nodded, "Aren't there two male students?"
Zhao Binlin laughed and raised his hand: "How about I carry Feng Ning back to the classroom, and you go get her things."
Jiang Wen didn't say whether it was okay or not. He just had a plain face and looked indifferent.
"How is it?" Zhao Binlin asked.
No response.
"Not very good?" Zhao Binlin asked again.
Still no response.
Zhao Binlin put away his playful smile and said, "Forget it. I suddenly remembered that my waist has not been feeling well recently. I'd better teach Jiang Wen how to carry people."
Feng Ning lay back on Jiang Wen's back. Zhao Binlin stood beside him, watching with a smile, and blew a long whistle in a particularly obscene way.
On the way, Feng Ning fumbled in her pockets. She cried out, "Oh my god, my phone is gone."
Jiang Wen stopped walking.
"Did it fall where I just fell?" She sighed in annoyance, "Lend me your phone so I can make a call."
After dialing the number, he heard a beeping sound. The phone was still on. Feng Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "The call went through. It should not have been picked up yet."
So they walked towards the school gate again.
Although this phone was given by Qi Lan as a gift when she topped up her phone bill, Feng Ning was heartbroken to learn that it was lost in such an unclear manner.
She grumbled, "I've been afraid of losing things since I was a kid. When I was in primary school, I lost my bus card and ten yuan. It really felt like the sky had fallen. I hid on the rooftop of Shuangyao's house and didn't dare to go back."
As he was talking, Feng Ning's nose twitched twice, "Jiang Wen, what kind of shampoo do you use? It smells quite nice."
Jiang Wen remained silent.
"Why don't you speak?"
"say what?"
She sniffed it again: "Your brand of shampoo."
"You can't afford it." Jiang Wen said in a light tone.
“… … .”
When Feng Ning came, smoke came out of his seven orifices.
Ugh! Disgusting rich people!!!!
But at this moment, she had difficulty walking, so she could only rely on Jiang Wen to find her phone. She swallowed her anger and did not humiliate herself again.
Jiang Wen put her on a bench.
Feng Ning stretched out his hand: "Lend me your phone again, I'll search for a quick way to reduce swelling."
Jiang Wen hesitated for a moment, took out his phone, unlocked it and handed it to her.
A gust of wind blew over, the bushes rustled, and Feng Ning shivered. He held the expensive-looking phone in his hands and admired it for a while.
She opened the browser and just typed the word "how" in the search bar, and the history records were directly linked:
How can I not like someone
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