Yifeng + Continuation: Qinglian + Continuation: Angel Tears

Chapter 9

Where is Grandpa Mingjia? "

"Huh? Do you know Uncle Mingjia?"

I was taken aback by my abruptness, really, what's so special about him knowing Grandpa Mingjia?Why are you so stupid?

"That's right," he said with a smile, "Uncle Mingjia is your grandfather's brother, and Uncle Yifeng is your grandmother's brother, so you should know each other. Then, this cat is yours, and it should be called 'Eilian' Bar?"

I didn't speak, I looked at him, then at the cat in his arms.

Ling Xiaofeng continued on his own: "I was surprised at first, the cat's name is 'Eilian', and I told Uncle Ming Jia that I also knew a boy with the word 'Lian' in his name."

Opening the bathroom door, I walked in. "Did something happen to you?" No wonder Grandpa Yi Feng asked me like this.How did Ling Xiaofeng know Grandpa Ming Jia and the others?Why did I think of him first when I smelled Elaine?And why did he send me flowers—a boy of the younger generation.

When I emerged in my bathrobe, there was a cup of freshly made oatmeal on the table.And the guy who did it was sitting at the end of the table playing with my cat.This kind of family scene made me uncomfortable living alone. How long has it been since I had breakfast cooked by others?How long has it been since you saw anyone other than yourself in this room?

"Washed?" When I was in a daze, a dry towel was placed on my wet head. "The hair is long, and you will catch a cold if you come out without drying it." He said while rubbing my hair with gentle force.The faint scent of green grass surrounds me, making me feel like I am in a summer wheat field.

He took away the towel, put it in front of me, rubbed my hair with his hands, and said softly, "Drink it while it's hot."

How long has it been since the last time someone took breakfast from someone else?I don't remember long ago.Why is this person so gentle with me?Doesn't he know how much his tenderness hurts me who has forgotten what tenderness really is.

"You did this?"

"Yes. You can't order takeout for this kind of thing, can you?"

I drank my oatmeal silently, but Ling Xiaofeng said again, "How long has it been since you went to school?"

"The last time I went was about half a month ago."

"I looked at it just now, and there is nothing in your refrigerator except instant noodles. How do you usually live?"

"A housewife cooks for me on a regular basis."

"Is it delicious?"

"What do you think?"

He was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "I'll make it for you, okay?"

"The wound from last time...healed?"

"Okay!" The slender hand warrior was in front of my eyes, very beautiful.If you play the violin, it will be very good. "I promise I won't cut my hands again when I cook! Please don't worry, Master Qinglian!" He said, making a gesture that can be seen on TV, a foreigner raised a hand to swear.Then, he blinked one eye lightly, very funny.

I couldn't help laughing, and he laughed too.Now I realize that I haven't laughed in a long time.The last time he laughed from the bottom of his heart, when he was taking care of me...

"You don't always have time, so don't bother."

"I'm relatively mobile with my time."

"What do you do?"

"teacher."

I curled my lips, and I made a heartbroken look: "I really sympathize with your students. There is such a bad teacher, and this teacher also likes to fish."

"You kid..." His expression was a little unbearable, "I'm a university teacher, so I have to go home when I don't have to be on duty."

"Teach what? History?"

"I teach mathematics." After seeing my eyes turn from curiosity to admiration, he smiled and said, "If Qinglian has any problems, whether it is mathematics or physics, I can teach you."

"Thank you."

His big hand touched my head again, and suddenly pulled into the distance between us.Lowering his voice, his words blew into my ears softly like the wind: "But, there is a price..." Waiting for him to speak, but my heart beat fast involuntarily, "The price is... to call me name."

I raised my eyes to meet him, his dark eyes were filled with anticipation, "Ling Xiaofeng." I whispered.

Smiling and shaking his head, he pulled my body over and leaned against my ear, his breathing made my ears itchy: "Call me 'Long Xiaohai'."

"Aren't you called 'Ling Xiaofeng'?" Maintaining my awkward posture, my voice became even softer.

Unexpectedly, he let me go, with a trace of loneliness in his serious expression, "My mother's surname is Long. In the past, when I lived with my grandmother in the United States, I was called 'Long Xiaohai'. Suddenly, someone told I, I should be called 'Ling Xiaofeng', I'm not used to it." Glancing at his watch, he walked towards the door quickly, "It's different from the beautiful boy who skipped school, I'm going to work after a hard life. Goodbye!"

"Long Xiaohai!" When he opened the door, I stopped him.

"What's the matter?" His eyes returned to the usual tenderness.

Walking quickly to his side, I smiled a little embarrassedly, "Next time, bring some of your specialty dishes, okay?"

Looking at the closed door, I stood there in a daze.He just now... seems to have embraced me... the skin he touched felt like it was about to burn, and it was stinging hotly in his heart.

Why did you say that?Like an abandoned dog, I yearn for the little remaining love overflowed by others.He is a philanthropic person, for me... it should be pitiful... It must be pitiful for a child like me, who even refuses to give a little love to him from his parents.Anyone who sees such a poor child can feel pity.If you don't accept other people's sympathy, then there is no inferiority at all; once you accept this sympathy, is it any different from a beggar who loses his dignity?

Self-esteem is scolding myself, but there is a voice in the corner of my heart: "Qinglian, don't you feel it? That person, that person who is lonelier than you, he treats you tenderly and treats you with sincerity. Qinglian!"

I feel unprecedented confusion in my heart, what should I do... The other world in the mirror, in my eyes at this moment, is no different from the current world.The ignorant boy in the mirror is no longer the only one in my heart...

"What should I do..." The smile reflected in the mirror was so sad, "Rose, it is impossible for you to tell me..."

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Lotus bowls, lotus towels, lotus paintings, and every time Ling Xiaofeng came in and out of my house, there were more and more items with lotus patterns.On these items, my name is written: Qinglian.

Braised pork ribs, chicken feet, ancient meat, and eight-treasure chicken were all my father's favorite dishes in the past, and Ling Xiaofeng couldn't afford to serve them on my table.The large and small wounds on his hands that were scalded by fire and cut by knives never stopped.

He likes to sit at the table with his legs crossed and watch me eat, he likes to teach me how to do the questions, he likes to use a bad tone when talking to me, he likes to touch my head when I do the right questions .Unknowingly, he and I have had a certain relationship. It seems that because of the deepening of understanding, we talked more often, and the tone of our speech became more like a friend.

"Friends" - the most missing thing in my life.If we're just being good friends, it doesn't seem so bad to go on like this.

The door opened suddenly, and I wasn't surprised.Because Ling Xiaofeng has the key to my room, and he is the only one who has the key to my room, except for my mother who has hardly been here.

I continued to bury my head in the sea of ​​questions, he gently put down the things, washed his hands and started busy in the kitchen.Once he heard me say that he didn't like to eat hot food, so he bought the ingredients every time and made them fresh at my home.At first I started politely, but later I realized that my participation only contributed to the effect of helping more and more, so I had to give up.

A familiar smell of fish pulled me out of the question, and I turned around to see Ling Xiaofeng holding a bowl of hot fish porridge in front of me.Dotted with dots, these goji berries are still floating in the bowl.Probably because I mentioned that I wanted to eat fish porridge when he came last time, but I didn't expect him to really hear it.

"Thank you!" He would be unhappy if you were too polite to him at this time.When it was brought over, I took a large spoonful and put it into my mouth... "It's so hot!" The boiling hot porridge slid down my esophagus, and it was so hot that my tears flowed out.Stick out your tongue and feel a bit like a dog.

"You child, put it in your mouth if you don't blow it! It's my fault, I'll give it to you before it cools down! Let me have a look!" While talking, he raised my face and looked at my mouth awkwardly, For a while, I felt that our posture was too ambiguous.

"I...I'm fine..."

He let go of his hand awkwardly, eager to find a topic, "You...you are doing a math problem...it seems quite difficult..."

"Yeah!" I pushed the boat along the way, "How about you help me!"

In this way, our energy was quickly occupied by math problems, "This equation needs to be deformed first, and then substituted into it." According to the method he taught, the problem can be solved soon.Honestly, he's good teacher material.

The faint scent of green grass surrounds me. Long-term contact has made me accustomed to the smell of him while taking care of me.

The hair was touched lightly, I turned my head back, but just as I turned back, his lips touched... It wasn't a biting kiss like last time, but a gentle sucking, slowly gotta slide my tongue in my mouth