"Auntie...... Uncle! ”

When Bao Cui opened the door and saw the man standing in the doorway, her heart felt like a tornado with a strong wind, unbelievable, unexpected, ecstatic, the same emotions swept over, and her brain stopped thinking for a moment. Her eyes widened, and she said incoherently, "Auntie...... Uncle, you, you're still alive! You're not dead! You're back, are you looking for Miss! ”

Bao Cui excitedly stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the man in front of him, holding it tightly, as if he was afraid that the other party would disappear as soon as he let go.

"That's right, that's right, tell Miss! Uncle, come with me! ”

Before the man could reply, the excited Baocui said to herself, pulled the other party in, closed the door and took it upstairs, she even forgot about Zhao Ji's loss of hearing, and shouted loudly: "Miss!" Miss! Uncle is here! My uncle is back! ”

At this time, Baocui was completely surprised, she felt that Qin Youchen was sent by God, and God was moved by Miss, so she sent him back, as for what he would know about Lu Dao They live here, how did they find it, and they didn't ask.

Her movements, her voice, were amazingly loud. However, when he got upstairs and entered Zhao Ji's bedroom, Zhao Ji was not moved by these big movements and sat on the long swing chair in front of the window, looking at the gloomy sky with rain outside the window, his eyes were filled with tears, and tears were falling down his face.

It was at this moment that she felt someone pat her shoulder. Startled, he turned around and was stunned when he saw Bao Chui's smiling face and the man standing behind Bao Tri.

She looked at him with that pear blossom and rain expression, looking at him quietly, full of sadness. This made the man feel a touch at first sight, and he felt a slight pain from the bottom of his heart for no reason.

Bao Cui didn't understand what Zhao Ji was crying for, but now that he saw the situation of the two of them, he didn't ask anything, just turned his back to Zhao Ji, and said to the man a little unbearably: "Uncle, young lady, since she encountered that war two years ago, her ears, ears can't hear......" Seeing the other party's eyes stagnant, Bao Cui hurriedly explained: "Actually, it's not bad." Miss has learned lip language in the past two years, as long as she looks at your lips, she can understand what you say. It's no different from communicating with normal people. ”

After saying this, Baocui looked back at Zhao Ji again, and then retreated.

Zhao Ji had already picked up a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and slowly stood up, she looked at the man in front of her in a daze but carefully, she still remembered that others said that his name was "Feng Yi". "Feng Yi", I don't know which "Feng Yi". However, it was "Feng Yi", not Qin Youchen.

She smiled hard, her voice slightly hoarse because she had just cried: "Mr. Feng? ”

Feng Yi remembered that Bao Cui had said that she couldn't hear the voice, and felt sorry for her inexplicably. He opened his lips, wanting to answer her, but he was a little restrained. Although the maid just said that she could understand lip language, he was still worried.

Zhao Ji didn't know what Dao Baocui had just said to him, so he didn't know his concerns. Then he asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"Miss Zhao-" Feng Yi said with a hesitation: "Actually, I have something I want to ask you." ”

Zhao Ji was stunned for a long time when he heard his words. Just when Feng Yi thought she didn't know what she was talking about, she said, "What do you want to ask?" ”

Can she really understand lip language? If the maid hadn't said it beforehand, he wouldn't have seen that she was deaf.

Zhao Ji moved a stool to the small round table next to the swing chair, invited him to sit down, made him a cup of coffee and handed it over, during which he raised his eyes from time to time to look at him secretly, and sometimes looked like he was crazy. When she first saw Zhang Yifeng, who looked similar to Feng Yuantong, she could feel that although Zhang Yifeng and Feng Yuantong looked similar, their temperament was completely different. And the man in front of her at this moment is exactly the same as Qin Youchen in terms of appearance and the slightest change in his expression. Even the aura that he felt from him was inexplicably familiar—when he was with Qin Youchen at the beginning, it was also like this—which made people unconsciously relax and feel at ease. Although a little more strange, detached and polite.

Feng Yizhi said that she was looking at herself, and occasionally met her gaze. But every now and then, she would pretend to inadvertently avoid his gaze. This puzzled him.

As if afraid that he would misunderstand himself, Zhao Ji made an excuse: "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng." I don't have hearing, so I can only 'listen' to what others are saying by lip reading. So I'll keep staring at you, and I hope you don't mind. ”

Maybe this is one of the reasons, but Feng Yi doesn't believe it's all the reasons. A smile appeared in his Danfeng eyes, and he said to her, "Miss Zhao, has anyone told you that your eyes can't deceive people?" ”

Hearing his ridiculous tone, it was exactly the same as Qin Youchen, and Zhao Ji was stunned again.

Feng Yi ignored it, but took a sip of coffee, only took a sip, and frowned: "Why is it so bitter?" ”

"So, do you like this flavor?" Zhao Ji said and brewed another cup and pushed it in front of him. Feng Yi took a sip suspiciously, his brows furrowed, "It's my favorite taste." ”

Hearing this answer, Zhao Ji shook his hand for a cup of coffee. She looked at him seriously: "Do you like drinking 'Rain Lake'?" ”

"Do you know that tea?" Feng Yi was a little surprised: "It's really rare." Hehe. I didn't know what kind of tea I had before. But once, a friend I knew gave me a few bags of that kind of tea, and I liked it ever since. The friend said that I guess I will be the only one in the world who likes that tea. ”

"I once knew a guy who loved that tea. And it's so much love. Zhao Ji smiled: "He is a casual and casual person, but many times he is too particular. Yes, tea. Except for Yuhu, no tea can enter his mouth. ”

"Really? What kind of person is that friend of yours? ”

"Someone who looks exactly like you."

As soon as these words came out, the two looked at each other and fell into a long silence.

has the same appearance, the same temperament, the same feeling for her, the same appearance of teasing people, and the same taste for coffee and tea, Zhao Ji almost felt that the man sitting in front of him who called himself "Feng Yi" was Qin Youchen who he had been thinking about for a long time. However, if it was Youchen, why didn't he recognize him?

But if it's Youchen, what will happen to her?

Zhao Ji not only wants to know the answer, but also fears the answer.

"As soon as that maid of yours saw me, she called me 'Uncle'." Feng Yi looked at Zhao Ji quietly: "Miss Zhao, I can't hide it, I once had amnesia." When I met you last night, I also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if the two of us had known each other for a long time, and the relationship was anything but ordinary. And now, I have to wonder if the two of us—"

"You're probably mistaken." Zhao Ji interrupted him halfway, and his eyes became indifferent when he looked at him: "We can't be." ”