Seeing one of his legs blocked by the sofa, Feng Ling asked in surprise: "When did you wake up?"
"I just woke up." Li Nanheng put down his arm and turned to her direction: "What was the sound outside just now?"
"Ah, I was killing the chicken, did I disturb you?"
"...you know how to kill?"
"I checked on the Internet and saw a tutorial on killing chickens, so I tried to kill one. It was okay. It was quite successful." Feng Ling held the door handle with one clean hand and the other There was still some blood on his hand, and he was wearing the home clothes of the Qian family. His long hair was tied behind his head. He looked gentle and calm, but when it came to killing chickens and seeing blood, his face did not change.
Li Nanheng: "Is there a tutorial for this thing?"
"Yes." After Feng Ling finished speaking, he looked at his legs again: "Move your legs ten centimeters to the right. If you go forward, you will find the bedroom door. The bedroom door is about six or seven meters away from the sofa in the living room. The distance is so long and there are no obstacles in between, can you come out by yourself?"
"Can."
"Okay, I'll continue to kill." After saying that, Feng Ling opened the bedroom door for him, turned around and went back to the kitchen.
Li Nanheng was a little dumbfounded. He followed the route she told him and moved his legs away from the single sofa in the bedroom. He walked out of the bedroom smoothly. Then he slowly moved forward, measured the distance according to his own steps, and reached a certain location. Finally, my legs did touch the edge of the sofa in the living room.
He touched the back of the sofa, then looked back for the sound of the kitchen, imagining the scene of Feng Ling killing chickens, and inexplicably remembered what Ah K said on the phone about how he disowned her.
Li Nanheng's heart trembled before he said anything. He turned around and walked in the general direction of the kitchen. He raised his hand and touched the wall that he almost hit. Then he walked along the wall to the door of the kitchen and poked his head in.
Feng Ling was squatting on the ground and fighting hard. When he heard the movement, he turned around and saw Li Nanheng with a pair of unfocused eyes, "looking" at him with half of his head.
That inexplicable expression of strong desire for survival made Feng Ling's eyes twitch.
"Do you need help?" Li Nanheng asked.
Feng Ling glanced at him: "How can you help?"
Li Nanheng is usually absolutely strong in his heart. Even when he was ridiculed by Feng Ling, he didn't feel like he was shot. Probably except when he was in Israel at that time, he felt that he might not survive, so he avoided people. Otherwise, he would With such a strong heart, as long as he is not directly facing death, even if Feng Ling is angry with him because he can't see, he will not be hurt.
The man stood in front of the kitchen door with half of his head exposed, thinking thoughtfully: "Standing by the side to command you?"
"My sword is like a chicken wing, do I need your command?" Feng Ling continued to lower his head to play with the chicken that was almost clean: "We are not in a base, and you still need to command me how to use the gun."
Li Nanheng stood in front of the door and smiled.
Feng Ling lowered his head and dealt with it for a while, then suddenly turned around and saw that Li Nanheng hadn't left yet.
There is no gauze on his eyes now, even if he can't see it, but he just stands here looking in her direction, it's really...
"Can you go back to the sofa and sit down first, and I will apply medicine to your eyes later? Don't stand here."
"how?"
"I can't cut you with my knife if you stand here."
Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows, as if he understood very well, nodded, turned around, and walked forward feeling the air.
…
After cleaning up the chaotic scene in the kitchen, Feng Ling cleaned up her somewhat messy clothes, and then simply went to take a shower. After she came out of the shower, she went to get the medicine that the doctor ordered her to apply to his eyes on time every day. Apply to his eyes.
Feng Ling's movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of touching his eyes every time he applied medicine, but he had to touch them with his fingers.
Li Nanheng sat on the sofa with his eyes closed and said slowly: "If my eyes never heal, you can't help me apply medicine like this for the rest of my life."
"Why not?" Feng Ling's tone was calm, not affected by his words at all, and he patiently fiddled with the medical gauze in his hand: "The doctor said that you only have blood congestion in the brain that compresses the optic nerve, and some chemical poisonous smoke. It will be fine, you may be able to see it all of a sudden, or you may not be able to see it for ten or twenty years. Just follow the doctor's instructions every day, and there will be nothing wrong."
"Listening to your tone, you really have deep affection for me, a disabled person who can't see, and you don't dislike it at all." The man smiled.
Feng Ling helped him put the gauze on, then stepped back and carefully checked to see if it was neatly applied, so as not to look too funny one above the other. Then he stepped forward to adjust the position of the gauze on his left eye while adjusting it. Bian said: "Of course not. You have seen me when I was a teenager, and you have also seen me when I was in my twenties. You have seen me when I was most beautiful, and you will always remember me."
"Um, so?"
"If you really can't see anymore in the future, there's nothing wrong with it. At least you won't be able to see my old self." Feng Ling removed his hand from the medical gauze on his eyes, satisfied that she was now helping him apply the medical gauze. The level of gauze is getting better and better.
She was about to walk away when her wrist suddenly felt heavy and the man suddenly held her hand.
"I want to see it." He held her hand, his tone calm but with some determination.
What do you want to see? See how she ages over the next few decades
This inexplicable and obscure agreement that seemed to say that two people would grow old together slowly made people's hearts beat faster. Feng Ling lowered his eyes and looked at the hand he held in his own.
She calmed down for a while and said, "There is something you haven't answered me yet."
"What?"
"The matter of TMing and the billion-dollar financing matter. How did you know that these two things were what I wanted to do most at that time? Including the clean funds retained within TMing, which can be used to provide Feng's Filling up the treasury and using it for emergency capital operations, everything has helped me to the best of my ability. Did I really say something to you after I drank too much? "
Li Nanheng curled his lips lightly, released his hand from her wrist, and calmly pulled up the thin blanket on his legs: "You don't know your state after drinking too much?"
"... Of course I don't know."
Li Nanheng smiled: "You were holding my legs and calling me husband, begging my husband to help you kill TMing and Feng Mingyi in a coquettish voice, asking my husband to help you get one billion in financing, look at your little begging look. The appearance was so touching that I couldn’t bear it, so I took action after leaving the resort.”
Feng Ling: "..."
She turned her head and looked around, then suddenly looked in the direction of the kitchen.
Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you speak? What are you doing?"
Feng Ling's face was expressionless: "I'm looking for the knife I used to kill the chicken just now."
Li Nanheng: "...Huh?"
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(I just noticed that there are double monthly passes again. It’s the end of the month. Dads who have monthly passes, please be lucky~)