Feng Lingdan looked at him: "It doesn't matter who you marry, it has nothing to do with me."
She leaned down and picked up the pillow from the floor. Then, with a look of disgust on her face, as if this thing could no longer be kept in her home without being washed once, she turned around and threw it directly into the dirty clothes basket.
Looking at all the obvious movements of the little woman, every move expresses her disgust, impatience and disgust towards him.
Li Nanheng suddenly remembered that day that he was not at the base, that day that he couldn't sleep at night just thinking about it for the next seven hundred days and nights, that day when she drank a whole bottle of brandy by herself. The next day, she was thrown to the ground again in public, the day when all her secrets and truths were revealed, the day when all her face, dignity, and everything she persisted in were completely destroyed.
Thinking of all this, all his unwillingness seemed to be deserved.
The man threw down his coat again: "It has nothing to do with you? You don't care or care. Since you insist on viewing what happened in the past in this way, okay, I won't force you, let's go have a meal together?"
Feng Ling looked at him like a lunatic and refused: "I don't want to eat it."
Li Nanheng still didn't force it, and simply sat back on the sofa: "Then I want a takeaway. I'll eat before I leave."
Before this, Feng Ling didn't believe that Li Nanheng could be so shameless.
She looked at the man on the sofa coldly: "You want to be a rogue here to the end, don't you?"
The man crossed his legs calmly and responded lightly: "Yes."
"you… "
"Can you beat me?"
“…”
"Can you push me?"
“…”
"All the military and police in the entire United States have relations with Base XI. Do you think you can get me away even if you call the police now?"
“…”
"Order takeout." The man's tone was filled with an exasperating laziness and indifference, and he just sat on her sofa and refused to leave.
Feng Ling took a deep breath, suddenly turned around and walked into the kitchen, threw the remaining pieces of bread in front of him, and placed a bottle of jam heavily in front of her: "Eat! Leave immediately after eating!"
Li Nanheng glanced at the two things on the coffee table, but he didn't mean to be picky about food. He reached out to pick it up and looked at it twice: "You let me eat this at noon. I didn't eat it. You left it until the evening and let me eat it?"
"Eat it or not, or get out if you don't." Feng Ling's patience had reached its limit. Looking at this man who was even more shameless than two years ago, all his calmness and indifference instantly turned into a violent emotion. He wanted to He kicked down from the fifteenth floor.
Li Nanheng didn't look at her, and picked up the bottle of jam again. After looking at it twice, the corner of his lips curled up: "My hobby hasn't changed, it's blueberry."
Feng Ling didn't have so many pretentious emotions in his heart, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly remembered the blueberry cake he took him to eat.
It seems that she once only had a slight preference for blueberry-flavored things, but later, somehow, it turned into an obsession. The taste of everything seemed to be fixed on the only choice of blueberry.
She didn't speak, just looked at the time: "Can you finish eating in ten minutes?"
The man spread the blueberry jam on the slice of bread. In fact, the slice of bread had been in the refrigerator for a whole day without being baked or heated. Even if it was not hard, it was definitely cold and would not be comfortable to eat.
The man took a few bites, then ate the two slices of bread with a little jam sandwiched between them, and then continued to smear it. It was less than ten minutes, but in three or four minutes, he had eaten the remaining few pieces of bread. I ate all the pieces of bread.
After eating, the man slowly capped the jam bottle and put it aside. Then he looked at her and said, "It's a hearty meal, not bad."
Feng Ling: "..."
She was just about to wonder if this man had a brain problem, but the man had already stood up, picked up his coat, and said lightly: "Excuse me."
Then left directly.
Until the door opened and closed, everything around her became quiet again, and she was finally alone again.
Feng Ling looked at the jam bottle on the coffee table silently and didn't move for a long time.
…
Feng Ling is ill.
All the students were surprised to learn that Coach A-Ling, who had not taken a single leave since he started working at the Budokan, was sick and took two days of sick leave. They wondered if something had happened.
The real reason is that after Li Nanheng left that night, Feng Ling always felt that the smell of that man was everywhere in the room. In the kitchen, bathroom, sofa, living room, wherever he went, he seemed to feel the presence of that man. traces, even though he actually left nothing behind.
So, on that cold night, she opened all the windows in the room, hoping to release the man's unique smell and the faint scent of tobacco.
It turned out that because the window had been open for too long, it was indeed too cold outside. Later, a spot on the edge of the bedroom window was frozen, and it could not be closed tightly enough, causing drafts to leak out while sleeping at night.
Feng Ling's bed was facing the window. Unfortunately, he caught a cold from the cold wind that leaked in that night.
She couldn't get out of bed the next morning. She was so dizzy that she reluctantly called the head coach and boss to ask for leave. Then she slept in a daze all day and didn't wake up until the next morning. I didn't want to eat after I came here, so I boiled some water myself, wrapped myself in a blanket and sat on the sofa with a cup of hot water. I just drank sips and sips, barely surviving my second day off.
She originally only took one day off, but she was still too sick to make it the next day.
The paper basket was filled with paper towels for wiping noses, and I coughed one after another. I have never been so seriously ill from a cold since I was a child.
Just like this, he spent another day half asleep on the sofa. That night, Feng Ling was about to take a hot bath in the bathroom to relieve his illness, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
She is now very concerned about people who suddenly knock on her door. She frowns when she hears the knock on the door. She subconsciously doesn't want to open the door and just wants to pretend to be dead in the room.
The people outside knocked for a while but heard no movement inside, and it became quiet. Just when Feng Ling was about to go back to the bedroom, the cell phone on the bed suddenly rang.
She walked over while sniffing the snot in her nose, looked at the call from Chen Beiqing, and answered the phone in confusion: "Hello?"
"Why don't you open the door? Aren't you sick and resting at home?"
Is the person knocking on the door student Chen
Feng Ling paused for a moment, then turned and walked out. When she opened the door, she saw Chen Beiqing standing outside the door, holding the same cell phone she was talking to.
The moment he opened the door, he saw Feng Ling's nose which was a little red because it was wiped with paper. Chen Beiqing raised his eyebrows: "You are really sick. I thought you were avoiding me."