The Untold Story

Chapter 11

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Chen Mingsheng asked, "What are you doing here?"

He felt that the only reason Yang Zhao came here was to return things, but he didn't see Yang Zhao bring the artificial limb.

"I'm here to find you." Yang Zhao replied.

"Looking for me?" Chen Mingsheng looked at her and said, "What's the matter? By the way, I'm almost recovered from my illness. Return the things to me."

Yang Zhao didn't answer, but tilted his head slightly to look at him, as if he was judging whether his statement of "almost recovered" was credible. Finally she nodded and said, "It looks good."

Chen Mingsheng: "Then—"

"Why didn't you come to see me when you recovered from your illness?" Yang Zhao said first.

Chen Mingsheng: "I have something to do these few days, so I haven't spared time."

"What's the matter?" Yang Zhao frowned, "Are you driving?"

Chen Mingsheng: "No." After speaking, he glanced at Yang Zhao, "How can I get out of the car like this."

As long as you are not stupid, you should be able to hear the meaning of blame in Chen Mingsheng's words. But Yang Zhao is not an ordinary person, even if she hears the blame, as long as she feels that she has done the right thing, she will not waver at all. She said to Chen Mingsheng, "Sit down first."

Chen Mingsheng figured out who is the owner here, but he didn't say much. He sat on the bed and watched Yang Zhao sitting on the sofa. The two looked at each other for a while, and Chen Mingsheng suddenly laughed.

Yang Zhao was taken aback for a moment, feeling that Chen Mingsheng had an indescribable smile on his face. She felt a little hot on her face, and she asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

Chen Mingsheng shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I'm sorry Miss Yang, don't take offense."

Yang Zhao said, "Call me Yang Zhao."

The smile on Chen Mingsheng's face paused, and then turned into another faint smile.

"Yang Zhao."

Yang Zhao felt her face getting hotter, she took a breath and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Chen Mingsheng lowered his head, raised it again, and said, "You are sitting too upright, it feels like the leader is going to lecture you."

Yang Zhao blinked, sitting? correct? She looked down at herself. She just sat in the usual way, and she didn't feel much. After seeing herself, she looked up at Chen Mingsheng again. He was sitting opposite her, about three steps away, with his back slightly bent, looking very relaxed. and his legs...

Yang Zhao couldn't help looking at Chen Mingsheng's leg. His right leg was amputated from the thigh, and when he sat down, he piled the trouser leg of his right leg on the bed.

Chen Mingsheng naturally noticed her gaze, but he didn't move, just sat there and let Yang Zhao watch.

"How did you get your legs?" Yang Zhao asked.

"Something happened." Chen Mingsheng touched a pack of cigarettes from the bedside, took one out of his mouth, and looked up at Yang Zhao, "Can you smoke?"

Yang Zhao was surprised that he would actually ask for his opinion.

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want."

Chen Mingsheng lit the cigarette, and the thin smoke made him narrow his eyes slightly.

"Let's go, I'll go get your things tomorrow."

Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng through a layer of smoke, and felt his chest tightened a little, just like when he was the flag-raiser for the first time in elementary school, a little nervous and eager to try. She didn't obey the owner's wish to drive away the guests, but took off her windbreaker and said to Chen Mingsheng who was looking at her, "Give me one."

Chen Mingsheng was taken aback for a moment, glanced at his hands, and then raised his eyes again.

"cigarette?"

"Um."

Chen Mingsheng: "Do you smoke?"

Yang Zhao: "Can't smoke?"

Chen Mingsheng put the cigarette in his mouth, stretched out his hand to take the cigarette from the bedside, handed it to Yang Zhao and said, "This is not a good cigarette."

Yang Zhao glanced at the cigarette case, it was indeed not a good cigarette.

"It's okay." She stood up and took the cigarette. When Chen Mingsheng wanted to grab the lighter with his backhand, Yang Zhao grabbed his arm, "No need."

Before Chen Mingsheng could react, he saw Yang Zhao bent down, put the cigarette on his butt, and took two puffs.

Sparks flickered on and off between the two of them. Yang Zhao stood up, her long hair was jet black, hanging down from both sides of her cheeks.

Sitting on the bed, Chen Mingsheng looked up at Yang Zhao. After watching for a while, he said in a low voice—

"What do you mean."

Yang Zhao stood in front of him, holding the cigarette in his hand. She did not avoid Chen Mingsheng's eyes at all.

"Light a cigarette."

Chen Mingsheng snorted and raised his eyebrows lightly, "Light a cigarette?"

Yang Zhao didn't speak.

Chen Mingsheng lowered his head and flicked the ashes, and the bluish-white ashes sprinkled little by little on the cold concrete floor.

"You go."

Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng, who sat in front of him with his head down. Yang Zhao saw two swirls on the top of his head. His hair was short and black, and it looked a little hard. Yang Zhao looked at it, stretched out a hand, and put it on Chen Mingsheng's hair. She didn't touch his head, but moved back and forth on that layer of hair.

Chen Mingsheng raised his head, Yang Zhao said, "Your hair feels softer than it looks."

Chen Mingsheng grabbed her wrist.

Yang Zhao felt that his palm was very big, and he grasped his entire wrist. She couldn't help but lowered her body forward, and the black skirt hung in front of Chen Mingsheng's left leg, shaking slightly. Chen Mingsheng's face was so close to her that she could even feel the heat emanating from his body.

Chen Mingsheng looked down, the black skirt was like a billowing cloud of smoke. He whispered, "Don't wear a long skirt next time."

Yang Zhao smelled a strong smell of tobacco, and she didn't know whether the smell came from him, from herself, or from their common.

"Why can't you wear it?"

Chen Mingsheng gave a low laugh without saying the reason. Yang Zhao felt that his smile was meaningful. "Don't laugh so nasty," she said.

"Dirty?" Chen Mingsheng said indifferently, "Miss Yang, how old are you?"

"Call me Yang Zhao."

Chen Mingsheng nodded, "Okay, Yang Zhao, how old are you?"

"Twenty-seven."

Chen Mingsheng raised his eyebrows, "Twenty-seven?"

"What's the matter, it doesn't look like it?"

Chen Mingsheng let go of Yang Zhao, leaned back, looked Yang Zhao up and down, and said, "You look very young, I thought you were only twenty-three or twenty-four years old."

Anyway, being told that being young always makes women happy, Yang Zhao said, "What about you, how old are you?"

Chen Mingsheng said, "Thirty-four."

Yang Zhao nodded. After Chen Mingsheng finished smoking, he pinched the end of the cigarette and said to Yang Zhao, "Let's go."

Yang Zhao stood in front of him, neither saying nor moving.

Chen Mingsheng said again, "Let's go."

"Chen Mingsheng." Yang Zhao suddenly called his name.

Chen Mingsheng looked at her, and Yang Zhao said, "Don't think that I'm just a casual woman."

Chen Mingsheng smiled. Although he didn't speak, he said clearly with that expression—"Your words don't sound very reliable."

Yang Zhao also noticed it, she explained: "Today, today is..." Her face was still expressionless, but her color had already started to turn red. She wants to show that she is indeed a bit abnormal today, and she would not do this kind of thing in the past. "I am—" She wanted to find a reason for herself, held back for a long time, and finally said:

"I want to see you."

The smile on Chen Mingsheng's face gradually faded. He looked at the ground and said to Yang Zhao, "What are you doing seeing me?"

Yang Zhao: "I don't know, I just want to see you." She suddenly felt that it would be easier to tell the truth without thinking of any reason. Like now, after she finished explaining the reason, Chen Mingsheng was silent.

He took out another cigarette and lit it.

"I have nothing to gain," he said.

Yang Zhao: "I didn't plan to plot anything with you."

Chen Mingsheng didn't speak, but Yang Zhao felt that it was almost done, and said to him, "I'm leaving, I'll see you next time."

Yang Zhao went to the sofa to retrieve the windbreaker and put it on. Chen Mingsheng sat on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at her. After Yang Zhao finished dressing, Chen Mingsheng asked, "Would you like to bring my things over next time?"

Yang Zhao smiled at him and said, "Okay."

Chen Mingsheng didn't get up to see her off, Yang Zhao walked out of the bedroom, and Chen Mingsheng fell on the bed, recalling the smile just now. Just thinking about the beginning, I heard Yang Zhao's voice outside.

"Is your door broken? Why can't I open—?"

Chen Mingsheng: "..."

He stood up almost happily, took the crutches, and went to open the door for Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao didn't show any embarrassment at all, he said thank you, and left gracefully.

Before leaving, she intentionally or unintentionally lowered her head to take a look—only half of Chen Mingsheng's slippers were exposed, and the rest was hidden in his trousers. But she still gave her guess an affirmative answer in less than a second.

That's right, as she said—dark blue bath slippers.

The sound of Yang Zhao's high heels gradually disappeared in the corridor, and when she returned to the car, she pulled down the mirror and looked, and found that her face was very relaxed. For her, it was an indescribable meeting. In summary, it is very contradictory-

Both blind and reckless, but also full of purpose.

While she was staring at herself in the mirror in a daze, her phone rang. She took it out and took a look, it was from home.

"Hello."

"Xiao Zhao." A man's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Dad." Yang Zhao was a little surprised, her father rarely took the initiative to call her. "What's up?"

"Your brother is with you."

"Xiaotian?" Yang Zhao sat up slightly, "No, isn't he at school?"

Father Yang was silent for a while, and then said to Yang Zhao, "The school called just now, and he hasn't gone to school for three days."

"What?" Yang Zhao frowned, "Is it Teacher Sun calling?"

"kindness."

Yang Zhao said, "I know a few places, I'll look for them first, and I'll call you later."

"OK."

Yang Zhao was about to hang up the phone, but Yang's father spoke again after being quiet for a while. "Xiao Zhao... your brother..."

"how."

Father Yang's voice was a little low, and he said: "Jin Tian is different from ordinary children. Now is the age when children are rebellious. If they don't do it well, they will easily stumble. His parents left early, and he doesn't want to Listen to me and your mother, you, as a sister, should help him more."

Yang Zhao paused, it would not be surprising if these words came from someone else. But according to the Yang family's usual practice, Father Yang's ability to say such words already represented his painstaking efforts towards Yang Jintianxia. It took Yang Zhao a long time to speak, and his voice was as flat as ever.

"I know, I stayed in the country just for him."