Back at the villa where Wen Qingshui lived, she was embarrassed to ask him when he would leave. Stay alone in the yard. Looking at the lawn not far away, I was in a daze.

Song Xijun arrived at the room where Chen Feng was going to live, stood at the window, but did not leave the thin figure in the courtyard in a wheelchair for a moment, and his heart was mixed.

"Went to your side?" Chen Feng stood at the door, and Wen Qingshui could not be seen in his position.

"Hmm!"

"Did you say that?"

"No! It's good to be able to do that!"

Song Xijun looked at Wen Qingshui, seeing that she had been motionless for so long, and he didn't know what she was thinking. Answering Chen Feng's question, the tone and voice were full of helplessness.

Chen Feng was not surprised by this result, which he had expected. He just shook his head, let them handle their affairs by themselves!

"Her current situation will not be monitored at all for a month at most. If I was in the hospital, I am afraid that I would have to be discharged in half a month. And her arms, and legs, and in half a month she should have the brace removed. ”

Song Xijun didn't say anything and looked outside, with his back to him.

Chen Feng felt that he had said it very clearly, but he didn't know how much thought Song Xijun was putting into his words now, and whether he could fully understand what he meant.

"With my understanding of Wen Qingshui, it is impossible for her to still live here at that time!" Chen Feng still couldn't hold back, and said it more clearly.

"I know, you try to delay as much as possible. I'll go first, come later. ”

Come later? Is he going to live here? Chen Feng wanted to ask him if he was ready to speak? If Wen Qingshui asked or doubted, how would he explain it? But after all, he didn't ask. I just couldn't help but sigh, I was really a fan of the authorities.

looked at the back of Song Xijun leaving, and the eyes he looked back at Wen Qingshui at the gate. Chen Feng, a man who is ignorant of the world and doesn't know what the relationship between men and women is, has an indescribable touch in his heart.

No, looking at his current condition, he doesn't feel that he is happy, but only sees that he is full of gains and losses.

No, to be honest, he even wanted to understand how Song Xijun felt now. He lived his life the way he had always wanted it to be – regular, bland. But in such a life, will he feel regretful in the future? If he can also meet such a heart-wrenching relationship like Song Xijun, will it be more perfect?

Chen Feng finally stood in front of the window where Song Xijun had just stood, and also looked at Wen Qingshui. It's just that his eyes and thoughts have crossed Wen Qingshui, looking at the farther future, thinking about his confusion at the moment.

Take Song Xijun as an example, with his status and status, what kind of woman does he want? Of course, it is not that Wen Qingshui is bad, but her identity and experience, compared with Song Xijun, the gap is too big. Her status as a divorced person must not be accepted. The two of them have such a personality contrast, he really can't think of how the two people can intersect. It's even more sweaty for them.

And Chen Feng also believes that Chen Feng must not be the only one who thinks like this, I am afraid that the whole world thinks so, including Wen Qingshui. That's why she's like this these days! But did she really not want to develop with Song Xijun at all from beginning to end? In her heart, Song Xijun was different after all, right?

Song Xijun returned to his villa and couldn't wait to enter the study. Auntie had already gone back, and the gift was placed on the desk, which stood out even more in the moonlight.

Song Xijun didn't turn on the lights, and sat in the dark room staring at the gifts for a quarter of an hour. He came back excitedly, eager to take it apart immediately. But when he came to him, he hesitated again. Are there some contradictions and concerns? Haven't we already considered this matter very clearly, and weighed the pros and cons?

Suddenly a thin man stood at the window. The man looked at Song Xijun for a long time.

"Is this because you haven't figured out your mind yet?

"You should be here at this time, how is the matter investigated?" Song Xijun's face was indifferent, looking at the thin man, the man turned his back to the light, and he couldn't see his face

"Bad news. ”

"Say!"

"The man found it, but he went crazy. Picked up by a psychiatric hospital. I looked at his medical records and found someone to test it, which should be caused by drugs. The situation behind him has been wiped out in recent years, and it seems that the opponent is not ordinarily powerful. This technique alone, this medicine, is not something that ordinary people can do. ”

"I just want the result, and you are responsible for her safety. Song Xijun said domineeringly.

"Do you know what makes her safest?"

The thin man stared at Song Xijun with Song Xijun's invisible eyes. But Song Xijun obviously felt it.

"It is impossible for me to leave her, unless I am unable to keep her safe. ”

"Then what are you still sitting stupidly about?"

The thin man said this and disappeared at the window.

Song Xijun smiled slightly. It's good that he knows it himself, and it's not because he's not sure what he wants!

Without hesitation, Song Xijun carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper. Inside is a plain wooden frame. The frame is surrounded by several snow-white shells. In the frame is a photograph. In the photo, a little boy is dirty and falls to the ground, and a woman gently helps him. Next to it is a line of small print. "A small act of kindness may be insignificant to you, but it can touch someone for a lifetime."

Is her affection for him just a good deed?

He rescued her in the name of her husband, and she thought it was a good deed and wanted to repay her.

He gave her an invitation, and she thought it was a good deed, so she invited him to dinner, and she had a relationship with him.

Now that she is hospitalized and discharged, she was moved by his kindness, so she gave up her prejudices and persuaded her to continue to be friends with him?

So in her heart, apart from gratitude, how could he have any other emotions?

Song Xijun seemed to be pressed against a mountain in his back all of a sudden. It was so heavy that he was out of breath and couldn't take a step. Sitting in front of the bookcase in a daze.

I don't know how long he sat there, but he got up and staggered out of the villa.

When she arrived at the villa where Wen Qingshui was, she was still in the yard, and he was standing in the shadow next to the gate.

Wen Qingshui and Aunt Qiong sat in the courtyard. Her voice is gentle, playful, and cheerful. It's very different from when you're with him.

He remembered the time she had been with him. Wen Qingshui is either melancholy, forbearing, alienated, or annoyed. It's rare to be able to match a beautiful word.

"Aunt Qiong, why is this yard so empty, sir, as if it is not home?"

"Sir rarely comes. By the way, what do you think home looks like?"

"There are flowers, grass, trees, and small animals. It's a pity that this is the north, and bamboo can't survive in winter. If it were south, I would plant a large patch of bamboo. The bamboo is tall and lush. The bamboo leaves are verdant green, and the bamboo stems are straight. Walking in the bamboo forest, the whole person must be in a very open mood. ”

"You like bamboo?"

"Well, the bamboo is beautiful, and the main thing is that there are no insects! I actually like poplars and willows. It's just that I'm so scared of caterpillars that I feel uncomfortable thinking about them. ”

In this sentence, Song Xijun trembled when he heard her voice. He could imagine her frightened face and cold war. Thinking of this little woman, he couldn't help but smile. It doesn't matter, it didn't have before, it doesn't mean it won't be in the future, take your time.

"If this were my home, I'd hang all those hanging flowers on the walls of this circle, the kind on the side of the road. Although it is not a precious variety, it has a long flowering period and is still flourishing. And if you want to hang it, you have to hang it layer by layer, like a terrace. The bottom is built into a fish pond. It was as long as a circle, and the little carp swam freely in it. How beautiful!"

"By the way, you can also connect the fish pond to the flowers, so that you don't have to water the flowers! Isn't it great? Raise some more critters. Wow! It's fun to think about. ”

"Hehe, you like it, you can arrange it yourself in the future!" Aunt Qiong's eyes were full of smiles, and she looked at Wen Qingshui lovingly.

"I just think about it. On my terms, I will never be able to live in such a house for the rest of my life. My current small house is only 40 square meters. No, I'm going to rent a house right now. It's good to be able to keep a few pots of small flowers in the house. ”

"Why do you rent a house?" Aunt Joan was curious.

"I have to pay my debts! I owe a lot of money?"