Mi Yiqing stood at the door of the house, hesitated, and turned around.

"Turn your face away." Mi Yiqing looked at the man who was following closely behind and ordered.

The man was quite obedient and obediently faced back.

Mi Yiqing took advantage of him to turn around, quickly raised his foot, reached out and quickly took the key from the door frame, and opened the door.

"Come in."

The man followed Mi Yiqing and obediently walked into the room.

He looked curiously at the room, which contained only a single bed and a bookshelf full of books, and the only chair at the small table by the window.

"Go sit there and rest for a while, and eat for a while." Mi Yiqing pointed to the single chair, smiled kindly at him, and turned into the kitchen.

looked at the scalded right hand, smiled bitterly, and had to pick up the rice pot with his left hand and put the rice on it to prepare the stew.

With a "bang", the rice pot fell to the ground, Mi Yiqing sighed, now that his right hand is like this, it is inconvenient to do anything, I really can't imagine how to clean the entire thirty floors of the Empire State Building tomorrow. There's no way, let's count it as a day, maybe there will be a road before the car reaches the mountain.

Squatted down, ready to pick up the rice pot on the ground and re-wash the rice for cooking.

As soon as he looked up, the man who was performing was standing in front of him with wide eyes, a look of concern and nervousness in his eyes.

Mi Yiqing's heart warmed and smiled at him.

"It's okay, I didn't hold my hand just now, it fell to the ground, you go back to the house and wait for a while, I'll cook the rice again, but I can't cook anything delicious for you today, my right hand is hot, I can only make you a simple egg sauce to eat."

The man pulled Mi Yiqing's right hand, and his handsome eyebrows furrowed.

He snatched the rice basin, saw the remaining pure water next to it, put rice in the rice bowl again, and then began to wash the rice with pure water, and carefully poured the rice washing water into a clean porcelain basin.

He pointed to the rice water, and then pointed to Mi Yiqing's right hand.

Mi Yiqing looked at him puzzled.

He grabbed Mi Yiqing's right arm and gently put her hand into the porcelain basin containing the rice washing water.

"Don't, don't hurt me! I can't get my hands wet now! Mi Yiqing shouted.

But the man didn't listen to Mi Yiqing's shouting at all, and pressed her hand straight into the basin.

"My hands are definitely going to be infected now." Mi Yiqing closed her eyes in despair.

Strange, the hands that were hot just now are actually cold now, Mi Yiqing opened her eyes curiously and saw the man who was performing was smiling at her.

"You say this rice washing water has a miraculous effect on treating burns?" Mi Yiqing's eyes widened and stared at him.

The man nodded in satisfaction, playfully winked at Mi Yiqing, his blue eyes glowed, and gave him a thumbs up.

Mi Yiqing carefully looked at the man in front of him, he was so handsome, looking at the blue eyes and the towering bridge of his nose, it showed his difference everywhere. Suddenly I felt that he and Fei Xiang looked very similar, they were both tall figures, broad shoulders, with a gentle and humble smile on their faces, and they looked so kind.

It's just that the long hair of this shawl, although it makes his whole person look more artistic, but Mi Yiqing always feels a little awkward, this look, neither male nor female, if he cuts it off, he will be more energetic.

"Are you half-blooded?" Mi Yiqing looked at such a handsome man in front of her and couldn't help asking.

He smiled, nodded, and shook his head again.

"I'm confused by you, what's your name?" The man in front of him was so handsome that it was distressing, especially thinking that he was a mute, Mi Yiqing's heart felt infinite regret and pain.

The man picked up Mi Yiqing's hand and wrote the word "wind" in her palm.

"Are you called the wind? I really don't know where you got the gust of wind? From now on, I'll call you Wind! ”

"My name is Mi Yiqing, the rice of rice, one, two, three, four, one, sunny on a sunny day." Mi Yiqing flipped over his hand and wrote a clear word in his palm.

"Feng, now you obediently go back to the room and wait, I'll start cooking." Mi Yiqing said and pushed him out of the kitchen.

The aroma of rice has wafted out of the kitchen, and the wind is standing quietly in front of the window, looking at the small pot of daisies on the windowsill, which has revealed tender green shoots, and his face is unconsciously full of smiles.

The phone in his arms rang suddenly, his brows furrowed, and he quietly looked into the kitchen, Mi Yiqing was busy in the kitchen, and he didn't hear the phone in the room at all.

He picked up the phone and said in a low voice: "Don't come to disturb me, wait honestly." With obvious displeasure, he casually turned off his phone and hid it inside his clothes.

"It's time to eat, Feng, come and help me bring the food out." Mi Yiqing shouted in the kitchen.

With a big smile on his face, Feng walked briskly into the kitchen.

Two bowls of fragrant rice, and a plate of egg sauce with emerald green chili peppers on the side.

The wind swallowed involuntarily.

"Eat quickly, it's too late today, and my hands are inconvenient, so I can only deal with it simply, I'm hungry, eat more." Mi Yiqing put the chopsticks in his hand.

The wind is not polite, and he picks up the chopsticks and devours them, as if he has been hungry for several days.

Mi Yiqing's heart was a little sour, so he picked up the spoon and scooped some eggs into his bowl.

"Eat slowly, it's not good for your stomach if you're in a hurry."

Feng raised his head, looked at Mi Yiqing deeply, picked up the emerald green chili, and glanced at Mi Yiqing, a little hesitant.

"The chili pepper is not too spicy, it is most refreshing to eat with egg sauce, you can taste it." Mi Yiqing reached out and picked up a piece of chili pepper, dipped it in the sauce, and just wanted to put it in her mouth.

Feng grabbed her arm, snatched the chili pepper from her hand, quickly put it in his mouth, and chewed it heavily, but waved his hand at Mi Yiqing.

"You said I can't eat spicy food, right?"

Feng nodded in satisfaction, gently grabbed her right hand, pointed to the scar on her hand, and shook his head.

"Chili pepper is bad for wounds?"

The wind smiled brightly.

He laughed so charmingly, Mi Yiqing looked at him blankly, and forgot to eat for a while.

Feng picked up the chopsticks and knocked Mi Yiqing's head affectionately.

"Ahh Mi Yiqing blushed embarrassedly, quickly lowered her head, and ate in a big gulp.

Feng ate deliciously, occasionally raised his head, and smiled at Mi Yiqing.

"It's full, it's not early, you should go back early." Mi Yiqing beat a drum in her heart and finally said this.

Feng's face showed a disappointed expression, and he instantly smiled and nodded to Mi Yiqing.

The stone in Mi Yiqing's heart finally fell to the ground, and she stood up and prepared to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

The wind snatched the rice bowl from Mi Yiqing's hand, and walked quickly to the kitchen, where there was a sound of washing dishes.

Mi Yiqing's eyes were sour, and even the dog didn't help him wash the dishes.

She leaned against the kitchen door, watching the tall wind busy in the kitchen, occasionally looking back and smiling happily at herself.

Feng patted Mi Yiqing's slender shoulder, picked up her right hand again, and gestured, until she saw Mi Yiqing nodding, she put down her hand with satisfaction.

Picked up the erhu, pointed to the door, waved his hand, opened the door and strode away.

The sonorous footsteps in the hallway had grown farther and farther away until they disappeared into the busy night.

The room was silent, and Mi Yiqing sat on the chair in a daze, suddenly having just had a dream.

I picked up the novel "The Thorn Bird" from the bookshelf and lay on the bed, trying to forget everything that had just happened.

But the tall figure of the wind always shook in front of him, especially in the afterglow of dusk, when he was intoxicated by A Bing's sad "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", the obsessive and complaining look once again shook Mi Yiqing's heartstrings.

Mi Yiqing's heartstrings were struck by the wind like this, perhaps, this is really a dream, this tall and handsome wind went with the wind again. Tomorrow, he may not really appear in front of him again, Mi Yiqing's heart is filled with deep sadness and attachment.

The right hand is no longer so painful, it seems that washing rice water to wash hands really works, Mi Yiqing set the alarm clock an hour faster, tomorrow will arrive at the company an hour earlier, go to bed early tonight, this day has experienced too much, Mi Yiqing's heart has felt tired.

The next morning, the clock woke up early, Mi Yiqing quickly got up from the bed, and suddenly there was a sound of rustling at the door.

Through the door of the door, Mi Yiqing looked out, Feng stood quietly at the door, carrying a big travel bag, but his eyes were staring at his door.

Mi Yiqing's heart suddenly felt inexplicably excited, didn't he leave all night? No, yesterday I heard his footsteps walking away, did he come back again?

Mi Yiqing opened the door: "Wind, why are you here?" ”

Feng smiled embarrassedly at Mi Yiqing, took out a box of pure water from behind him, and walked into the room.

He came to the kitchen, washed the rice with pure water again, carefully poured the rice washing water into a closed bottle, and then put the remaining rice washing water into a clean porcelain basin, took Mi Yiqing's hand, and put it inside.

Feng took out the sterilized gauze and gently sucked the water droplets on the back of Mi Yiqing's hand, took out a box of ointment from the bag like a trick, and gently wiped Mi Yiqing's wound with a cotton swab dipped in the ointment.

Mi Yiqing's heart trembled, she bit her lip, but there were already tears in her eyes.

Feng smiled and took out a tissue to wipe the tears from Mi Yiqing's eyes, gently scraped her nose, and took out a special burn glove and carefully put it on her hand.

After doing all this, Feng smiled and pulled Mi Yiqing into the room, pulled her to the chair, held her shoulders, and pressed her to the chair.

I took out two food convenience boxes from the bulging buns and opened them, and inside were delicate xiaolongbao, steaming, and a box of hot soy milk.

The gentleman made a gesture of please, and just stood there looking at Mi Yiqing.

Mi Yiqing looked at him embarrassedly.

Feng pointed to the bun, then to the bottle full of rice water in the kitchen, re-strapped the backpack on his shoulder, and walked out of the room with a smile.

Mi Yiqing ran to the window, opened the window, and looked at the tall figure downstairs, tears welled up in her eyes again.

The wind turned his head and looked at Mi Yiqing's window, where the thin body was poking his head out, tears glistening in his eyes, looking at himself and smiling.

He waved at her and turned around, his blue eyes already rippling.

The rising sun has quietly revealed half of its face, the glow has broken through the darkness, and the rising sun is ready to rise.