When the phoenix man meets the peacock man

I have to say that Feng Tao, who was wearing a chef's uniform, really looked like a back chef of a five-star hotel who came out to practice stalls. He had the honesty of a cook, and there seemed to be two big characters written on his face - "delicious".

He is more like a professional when he actually holds a big spoon. All these years of life as an office boss have not made him completely unfamiliar with the handle. It took only a few moments to find the feel of the stove, the movements are smooth and the seasoning ratio is also right The taste of the dish is just right, the taste of the dish is salty and light, and the taste is just right.

He thought that he really had some kind of talent. Although this talent could not be demonstrated to the world through professional means, it was destined to occupy a place in this crowded night market.

Feng Tao's way of doing business is also a strange flower in the night market.First of all, he is not diligent, not only not diligent, he is simply "lazy".People set up stalls before the night market starts. Anyway, the market management fee paid for one night is a fixed amount, and the more you sell, the more money you will make.But Feng Tao does not.He can only come at eight o'clock at the earliest, so he never sells dinner, he can only sell supper or something.And just at eight o'clock, there is still no guarantee, sometimes he will not leave the stall for several days in a row. (Business trip.)

People in the market don't know what Feng Tao's job is, but they can feel that he is really busy.When I drive here very late every day, I often don’t even have time to eat, so I just change my suit into a chef’s uniform in the car like a superman.Then he took out all kinds of ingredients from the car and put them in order.As for other cooking utensils for the stove, he has other arrangements.

In order to do this part-time business, he deliberately rented a room on the first floor next to it, where various professional kitchen utensils, gas tanks and so on were piled up, and they were simply put in a car and rolled out.After everything was ready, he put on his hat, picked up a large spoon and tapped the high-grade iron pot twice. Even if it was opened, customers would rush in almost immediately, and he began to methodically mix the oil with the seasoning, shake the spoon and so on.

The second reason why Feng Tao is so weird is that he doesn’t prepare any recipes when he cooks, and he doesn’t ask for orders. When he catches up with him, he sells whatever ingredients he takes out of the car, which is very seasonal. It doesn't matter whether it's high or low, and sometimes there's even abalone and sea cucumber.And the reason why his business is still so good is because his cooking is really delicious, and the guests at the night market are not picky, so it doesn't matter what they eat when they catch up.Moreover, it is still sold in a limited amount, basically you can buy it for an hour until it is sold out, please come early the next day.

The third wonder - the dishes he sells are very cost-effective and not expensive. According to him, "there is wages, but no money for food", and if you don't lose money, you will earn.

The most amazing thing about Feng Tao’s stir-fry is that almost every customer will take a cold noodle from the cold noodle stall next to him to eat with him after buying his dishes.At first people didn't understand why, but after watching a lot, they summed up the way.

First of all, the taste of this stir-fried dish is either light and lively, with cold skin to enhance the flavor; or greasy, mixed with cold skin to relieve greasiness - the two flavors can be said to be complementary and complement each other.

Secondly, when Feng Tao sells, he still watches people order dishes. He first asks the customer how many bites to eat, and on this basis, he sells one and a half portions less. Anyway, this is a limited release, so if you buy less, you will buy less. 01: The guests at 30 o'clock can't help it, too!There happened to be a Liangpi stand next to it, so I just took it, and filled up the short share with Liangpi.Over time, a new set of combos has emerged in the night market - "Mr. Feng Xiaochao" + "Xiaozong Liangpi" = delicious and not expensive. The last feature of Mr. Feng's Xiaochao is that he not only comes late but also leaves early.Basically, after nine o'clock when the cold noodle stall was closed, he followed suit, and first helped Zong Yuheng send the things back, and then came back by himself to make the last meal with the remaining ingredients to satisfy his hunger.

It can be seen that he is often too hungry, eating leftovers and so on.

Brother Long, who was grilling skewers, asked him: "Mr. Feng, you come late and leave early every day, and you pay a lot of market management fees, and the vegetables you sell are not expensive, so you can't even cover the cost. What are you trying to do?"

Feng Tao was squatting on the side of the road eating his own fried rice, wiping the sweat off his face with his cuff, and said plainly, "It's just my personal preference."

——It doesn't look like a rich boss at all.Who is rich enough to live like this?He looks like a good guy who is neither crazy nor stupid.

As a result, there are different rumors about the real identity of Mr. Feng who sells stir-fry.Someone even boldly guessed that he is actually a liar with multiple identities, who specially targets professional white-collar women, and this identity is a trap he weaves for the prey that will appear in the near future——President Feng's real identity is actually a legend. "Marriage Fraudster"!

If anyone in the entire market can still believe that Feng Tao's doing this is somewhat out of "personal hobby", then it can only be Zong Yuheng who considers himself his opponent.

Zong Yuheng felt helpless about Feng Tao's annoying "personal hobby", but there was nothing he could do about it.

Taking care of the father in a vegetative state is more difficult than imagined, and the daily nursing and rehabilitation activities are inseparable from people.Although I also hired a nurse who lives nearby to help, and I also specially selected a community near the hospital, so that if something happened, I could go to the hospital to rescue the soldiers in time, but many things cannot be done without doing it myself, including taking my father to the sun. Sun, talk to him, read books and newspapers for him.

The most inconvenient to wear is because Zong Yuheng, the father who takes care of him, can't go out to work normally now.The family who lost a fixed source of income couldn't just sit and eat. Forced by their livelihood, he thought of a way to use the night time to sell Liangpi—speaking of which, this is almost the only craft he knows how to do, and he learned it from Feng Tao in the past , I can't help but feel sad when I think of it.

Fortunately, what surprised him was that the money he made from selling Liangpi was not very small, at least it was enough to maintain the basic expenses of the family, and he still had a little savings in his hand, so he could live a decent life.

With great difficulty, he settled down, took care of his father during the day, and went out to set up a stall at night. Because he didn't have extra time to take care of the children, Zong Doudou also transferred from the noble school XX Primary School to the ordinary XO Primary School.Although it's a little bit harder, it's more important than anything else for the family to be together - he thought so.

It can be said that it is hard for him to hold on to his current life, and he can no longer stand the toss. Even if he has no common sense and cannot adapt to society, Zong Yuheng knows what can and cannot be done when life and death are at stake.The last thing he can do now is to avoid Feng Tao causing trouble again, then move, disappear and change jobs. He can't afford it anymore.

He couldn't leave, and he had no right to drive Feng Tao away—the market manager had a very good attitude towards Feng Tao. He paid a lot of management fees, and he was almost like a brother if he handed over a few good cigarettes.

Now Zong Yuheng doesn't bother to talk to Feng Tao one, two, three, and can even endure the help when closing the stall-since he can't resist, should he enjoy it? ... No, he is ungrateful anyway!He had to swallow his anger for the sake of their clan.

Every night Zong Yuheng stood next to Mr. Feng’s stir-fry and waited for each customer to take care of his business after buying the stir-fried vegetables. His self-esteem was too much to bear. With fish-flavored shredded pork and chili oil on his face, he wanted to yell: You are so capable, why don't you just go to Tongyi Night Market! !Master, I quit!

However, he has already lost the qualification to be so wanton and arrogant - thinking that every time he sells an extra bowl of Liangpi, his father and younger brother will have a little more security in their lives, so he can't smash anything.

He has no backing, no willful capital, and in turn has to use his already weak shoulders to be relied on by others, so he has to stand still and not move.

Now Zong Yuheng finally understands what is the most terrifying thing brought about by poverty—the loss of dignity.

He used to think that even if he was poor, he could be so poor that he could be aboveboard and proud... How could it be possible?If the poor want to settle down, they must recognize the reality that they are a head lower than others, and they must learn to stay low and be small.

Feng Tao tirelessly used his attitude as a cook to add to Zong Yuheng's obstacles. Fortunately, he was just like a series at [-] o'clock in the evening, for an hour, and then silently helped Zong Yuheng close the stall. Not much nonsense.The two of them lived peacefully and peacefully for two months, and then the seasons changed and the weather got warmer.

Zong Yuheng woke up this morning with a headache, felt his forehead, seemed to have a fever, had no strength to do anything all day, and felt a little pain all over his body.

He knew that he had a routine cold every year, so he boiled some ginger soup for himself, and then lay down and slept to sweat or something, but the effect was not very good.

Speaking of his health, he is not bad, but he loves to catch a cold every spring and autumn. Feng Tao once encouraged him and said: "Just accumulate antibodies."

In the past, whether you were a boss or an employee, it didn't matter if you had a minor illness, and you could justifiably ask for sick leave.But now he has become a self-employed handicraft worker, and he has to eat extra food without working for a day in a small business. This kind of pressure to survive makes him even more nervous than when he was working for others, thinking that he will not fall ill and will not fall ill. , or fell ill.

At night, when it was time to open the stall, he couldn't get up a bit. Although he wanted to go to work, he thought that if he caught a cold, the Liangpi he made would not be very hygienic.Thinking of this, he gave up the idea of ​​going out instead, and gave himself a day off or something.

In the evening, after getting his father settled, he wore thick clothes and lay down on the sofa at home, drinking brown sugar water, sniffing his nose, watching Zong Doudou laying down on the coffee table and doing his homework.

When someone rang the doorbell at eight o'clock, Zong Doudou ran to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

Feng Tao said outside, "Is your brother at home?"

Zong Doudou looked back at his brother.

Zong Yuheng sighed, stood up under the quilt and walked over slowly, patted his brother's head, and asked him to go back to do his homework.Then talk to the outside through the door, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. Please go back."

Feng Tao said: "What's wrong with you? Have a cold? Take some medicine, and if it doesn't work, go to the hospital."

Zong Yuheng rolled his eyes in distaste and didn't want to talk to him.

Feng Tao babbled again, "You have to pay attention to your body, you don't know how to take care of yourself, but now it's no different than before, the whole family relies on you, if you fall down, what will they do? - So if you Don't hold back when you're sick, take care of yourself..."

Zong Yuheng couldn't help but said loudly: "Even if you fall, I won't fall! Take care of yourself! One night is fine, don't bother me!!" He put on his slippers and left The door, angrily went back into the house.

After listening for a while, Feng Tao didn't bother anymore, and really left.

Zong Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day Zong Doudou went to school, he let out a surprise as soon as he opened the door, then came back with something and said, "Brother, there is this at the door."

Zong Yuheng took a sick look and saw that it was a bag of cold medicine or something.

He snorted and said, "It's rubbish, go and throw it away."

Zong Doudou obediently and happily picked it up and threw it away.

This day, Zong Yuheng was still feeling uncomfortable. The headache and brain fever did not get better in a short while. Diseases and other diseases have their own development rules, and taking medicine can only relieve them.At night, Zong Yuheng thought about going out of the stall anyway, so he washed his hands carefully several times with disinfectant soap, put on two layers of masks, tried his best to ensure food hygiene and safety, and then struggled to push the trolley out the door.

This day Feng Tao came early in the morning, and when he saw Zong Yuheng leaving the stall, he looked at Zong Yuheng, not very relieved.Chef Feng wiped his hands with a towel when he had time, and leaned over to Liangpizong and said, "Mr. Zong, don't force yourself. If you can't bear it, go back and rest. I'll show you the stalls."

Zong Yuheng was dizzy, but still insisted on giving him a blank look, and said, "We are from different professions, so please take care of yourself. Thank you."

Feng Tao said immodestly that he can make Liangpi himself.

Of course he would, Zong Yuheng learned from him back then.

Zong Yuheng sent him away with a bad face.

Feeling angry and still doing business, Zong Yuheng's face became even paler under the mask, and cold sweat began to seep from his forehead.

Zong Yuheng didn't want to be so weak, but he reminded himself not to show weakness in front of outsiders, so as to give them an opportunity, so he endured it and tried his best.

Just as Feng Tao put the stir-fried spicy cabbage and potato slices on a plate, suddenly there was a commotion nearby. He turned his head vigilantly, and saw Zong Yuheng supporting the Liangpi stall slowly falling down.In the end, the person collapsed, and the Liangpi stall couldn't help but dumped on the ground, and the chili oil, vinegar and other condiments were scattered all over the floor.

Feng Tao rushed over to pick up Zong Yuheng, shook him, "What's the matter?! You are--" He raised his hand to touch his forehead, it was scorching hot, obviously he had a high fever.

Zong Yuheng was in a daze, but he still hadn't lost consciousness. He shook his head and said, "I, I'm fine...don't, don't go to the hospital."

Feng Tao said distressedly: "You are so sick, what are you trying to do?!"

Zong Yuheng pulled his sleeve reluctantly and said in a low voice: "Father, He Doudou is still waiting for me at home..." just worried about his family.

Feng Tao gritted his teeth, and hugged the whole person horizontally... without moving... and then changed to a back position, and walked to Zong Yuheng's rented place with his back on his back.

So everyone in the night market saw Chef Feng leaving with Liangpi Xiaozong on his back, leaving only the seasonings all over the floor and the unextinguished fire on the stove next to him.

The embarrassment is only for a moment, not long ago, people are the same as before...

Feng Tao entered Zong Yuheng's residence for the first time in a long time. Zong Doudou came to open the door. Seeing his brother's weak appearance, he immediately ran over nervously and circled around with concern like a puppy. Brother, brother barking non-stop.

Zong Yuheng didn't have the energy to comfort him, so he could only hum softly.

Feng Tao put Zong Yuheng on the bed, and said to Zong Doudou: "Your brother is fine, go get him a glass of water."

Zong Doudou ran away, and after a while, he walked in with a glass of water carefully.

Feng Tao asked him where the medicine he bought in the morning was, and Zong Doudou said tearfully, "Brother said the garbage was thrown away."

Feng Tao had no choice but to go out and buy another bag again.

Anyway, An Dun Zong Yuheng took the medicine, and seeing him sleeping soundly, Feng Tao looked at the small house.

I remembered that Zong Yuheng used to live in a villa with a garden, fly to Europe every year to buy beautiful clothes, and live a life of opening his mouth and stretching out his clothes for food; but now he lives in a crowded shabby room, with a child and A vegetative father who makes a living by selling Liangpi, and dare not take a break when he is sick... Looking back at Zong Yuheng's cheeks that are no longer round due to many vicissitudes in the world, Feng Tao felt his throat tighten.

Life is really a butcher's knife!

He wanted Zong Yuheng to live a good life like before, but he didn't know what to do.

When Zong Yuheng woke up the next day, Zong Doudou was sleeping next to him, smelling fragrant, holding his sleeves, the blanket was very warm, and he felt better, his body was not so tense, he just felt sore powerless.

The clock was ticking, and the room was very quiet, as if outsiders had invaded.He struggled to get up, and there were medicines and water glasses on the bedside table next to him.

He hesitated for a while, but still picked it up, and took the medicine obediently.

People with families and mouths have no energy to talk to their bodies.

In the next few days, Zong Yuheng concentrated on recuperating from his illness, and did not try to force himself to leave the stall. Like last time, the gain outweighed the loss.He took out the passbook and card and read it over and over again, no matter how he calculated, he could still afford to get sick once or twice.

A few days later, Zong Yuheng felt that he had initially recovered, and planned to make a formal comeback at the night market that night.

However, the weather was not good, and the first rain in early spring actually fell.He was very hesitant.

In the end, I decided to go out and have a look as planned. If there are not many people, it will not be too late to take it back.

On such a cold night, the lights looked bleak and desolate, and there were very few pedestrians in the whole night market, not even Feng Tao came to sell fried food.

Zong Yuheng didn't love to fight any more, closed the stall and went back.

But just for a while, when he got home, he found that the sky was turned upside down—his family was empty, and his younger brother and vegetative father were gone.

He was dumbfounded, and rummaged through the high and low places in the house at a loss, including cabinets, balconies, refrigerators, washing machines and so on, without even a ghost!

Just as he was about to call the police, Feng Tao came.

Zong Yuheng also ignored any long-cherished wishes, and said blankly: "My father and Doudou are lost? - Who stole them for what?" Perhaps subconsciously, he still felt that Feng Tao could help.

Feng Tao was indeed very "helpful", and he immediately told them where they were going.

"Don't look for it, I'm the one who picked them up."

Zong Yuheng was stunned, "You? Why did you pick them up? Where are you going?"

Feng Tao said: "The conditions here are not very good. For their benefit, I think you should change places."

Zong Yuheng reacted and immediately became furious, "You are kidnapping! - Hurry up and return my father and brother to me!"

Feng Tao shook his head, "It's too hard for you to live like this. I don't want you to suffer like this."

Zong Yuheng stepped forward and scratched him, cursing: "Who are you?!—I'm going to call the police, accusing you of abducting children and the elderly!"

Feng Tao pressed his scratched face, sighed, and said, "Okay then, come with me, and I'll take you to meet them."

Zong Yuheng only said that he was afraid of being beaten, so he followed Feng Tao's car without fear.

The two were silent along the way.

However, Zong Yuheng gradually felt something was wrong, "Where are you taking me?"

Feng Tao said, "I didn't say I was going to meet your family."

Zong Yuheng said: "Where did you hide them? Why did you leave the city?"

Feng Tao said casually: "It's a sanatorium, the air is good, and it's on the outskirts of the city."

Zong Yuheng boarded the thief boat, and had no choice but to look out at the cold rainy night with a little anxiety.

"Tell you, if you dare to play tricks with me, I will not let you go!" Such a verbal threat without deterrence.

Feng Tao just smiled bitterly.

Feng Tao stopped the car an hour later, and Zong Yuheng knew at that time that he was probably cheated.

Because the place where they got off was not a nursing home, but an airport.

Zong Yuheng squinted and looked at Feng Tao warily, "What are you going to do?"

Feng Tao dragged out a large suitcase from the trunk and said, "Let's go on a trip."

Zong Yuheng immediately widened his eyes, "Are you crazy?! Who are you traveling with? Who wants to travel with you?!"

Feng Tao said calmly: "You don't have to worry about the elderly and children at home. I have settled down and someone will watch over me. Let's go to Europe and Greece. Didn't we have a good time there last time? If we go back there If so... maybe your mood will be different."

Zong Yuheng looked at his eyes and realized that it was definitely not a joke. He was moved and a little scared. "You, I'm too lazy to talk to you lunatic!" Zong Yuheng left one person and one car to leave.

After a few steps, he was held back by Feng Tao, "Give me one last chance, okay? Just this time, if you still don't want to change your mind when you come back from Europe, I'll let you go completely. Let's try again, just once." He stubbornly took Zong Yuheng's hand and forced it into the airport hall.

Zong Yuheng was completely frightened.This Feng Tao is not the usual Feng Tao. Even if he hates the normal one, he is familiar with it. The calm, rational Feng Tao who suppresses him everywhere is not scary.But now this Feng Tao who somehow kidnapped his family in the middle of the night and dragged his suitcase without authorization to take him abroad for a trip is absolutely extraordinary!

"What are you doing?! If you do this again, I will call someone!" Zong Yuheng yelled, struggling vigorously.

Feng Tao didn't care about the box, fixed his body tightly with one hand, pinched his chin with the other, and said almost viciously: "Then what do you want me to do? It wasn't you who seduced me in the first place." What about me!..." He couldn't continue, he might have thought of the complex process in the middle, he didn't know how to continue, he softened his attitude and strength, let go of Zong Yuheng a little, but hugged Zong Yuheng more affectionately, Said in his ear, "I really like you, can't you give me a little chance? ——It's like I didn't like you at all at the beginning, but I still try to open my heart to you, who knows if I can't Falling in love with you." He made a humble request, begging for a little love from the other party, with a sense of despair.

Zong Yuheng stiffened his body in his arms, and said coldly: "Like me? - Do you know what liking is? What do you like about me? What do you like about me? How do you like it? Mine?" Seeing the suitcase standing there alone, he sneered, "I don't understand your liking, and I don't want to understand—it's ridiculous."

Feng Tao felt that their physical distance was so close, but the distance in their hearts was farther than light years, "Maybe people like me don't understand what love is...but do you know how to love? Who have you ever loved? Why? Who is willing to sacrifice himself? Can you tell what love is?"

Zong Yuheng, who was defeated by the general, tilted his head and thought for a while, then snorted, "What does it matter. Even if you are right, we are all half-baked. How can two people who don't know how to love waste time? Don't Speaking of going to Europe, the two of us can’t change anything even if we go to the moon and go to Mars! Admit it! We are different species, and we are destined not to be together!”

Feng Tao's burnt-out brain finally calmed down a bit, his self-esteem was shattered, and the person in front of him, even a down-and-out man in the market, could easily smash the protective layer he had built with money and career, and see his true self from an unattainable height. Little come.He felt that all the unwillingness in his life had happened to this person, and he was always very close to happiness, but he was always so close to losing in the end, and there was nothing he could do.Different from money, wealth, power and status, the desire that will not be filled no matter how you pursue it, becomes more and more chaotic.

No matter how low his posture is, Feng Tao can't tell, he is already ashamed of himself enough, so low that no flowers can bloom in the dust.

Feng Tao gritted his teeth, pushed Zong Yuheng away, and looked at him, thinking that he might never get what he thought of.

"I... will take you back."

On the way back, the air in the car was heavy, and the two had reached the point where they had nothing to say.

Finally Feng Tao broke the silence and coughed, "I'm sorry about what happened tonight - I don't know why I lost my head. It's ridiculous to think about it now. I don't do this often, you know."

Zong Yuheng snorted coldly and did not answer.

As expected, Feng Tao said to himself: "Actually, I've always been... sorry. I won't bother you so much in the future, you... take care of yourself."

Zong Yuheng still threw him a sentence: "Mind your own business, mine has nothing to do with you!"

Feng Tao remained silent after that and concentrated on driving.

The rain at night became more and more confusing, the wipers swiped and pulled in the field of vision, and occasionally the dazzling headlights hit directly on the head, but missed it again.

At a corner ahead, the headlights turned from far to near, and Feng Tao was ready to slow down and evade, but the heavy truck that suddenly jumped into the field of vision obviously deviated from the normal lane, and slid sideways at an extremely fast speed, slippery The road surface could not bear the strong inertia, overloading and insensitive brakes caused all irreversible tragedies, and I saw Feng Tao and his car colliding with them.

The incident happened suddenly, Zong Yuheng only felt the space suddenly rotate, dazzling lights and sharp brakes, and finally a loud vibration...

The emergency room of the hospital was in a rush, and the doctors on duty were so calm that they participated in a race of life, old age, sickness, and death. Sometimes they won, and sometimes they lost. Victory and defeat are commonplace. In the long run, everyone will lose in the end Competing with the god of death is a matter of seizing the day and night.

In this somewhat common traffic accident, a heavy goods vehicle collided with a car. One person in the car was seriously injured and sent to the ICU after first aid, while the other was fortunately slightly injured.

The emergency doctor took off his mask and said wearily: "In this case, only a little skin trauma, the driver is considered lucky."

The little traffic policeman who was handling the follow-up of the accident said: "The co-driver was slightly injured, and the one lying in the intensive care unit is the driver."

The doctor said in disbelief: "It's a mistake! Impossible!"

The little traffic policeman nodded and said with emotion: "You don't believe this kind of thing, do you? But it happens occasionally."

This incident quickly spread in the emergency room, and almost the whole hospital was a little overwhelmed by people who were still awake, thinking that it was impossible, and even organized a group to visit or something.

The little nurse personally came to ask the doctor for confirmation, "Doctor X, I heard that the critically ill driver you took in tonight slammed the steering wheel when the accident happened, and gave way to the co-pilot, while my side forcibly bumped into the big truck on the opposite side." gone?"

The doctor nodded solemnly.

The nurse covered her mouth in disbelief, "Such a thing that goes against human's biological instinct... Those two people must have a very good relationship! ——What kind of relationship are they? Father and son? Brother? Husband and wife?"

Doctors and nurses were pointing at the door of the emergency department. Zong Yuheng was lying on a hospital bed. He didn't suffer any particularly unbearable injuries, but was more frightened so that his legs were so weak that he couldn't move.

Half of Feng Tao's bloody face was engraved in his mind. Not long ago, he said "I won't bother you anymore, take care of yourself"...will he die?Will he die?

This kind of thought made him tremble even more. Finally, tears and snot and other fluids flowed out. The medical staff who had seen the big scene shook their heads a little-it's a pity that such a beautiful face cried so embarrassingly.

Ten days later, Feng Tao was transferred from the ICU. Zong Yuheng sat on a stool beside him with a straight face and struggled with a plump and round apple, whose skin was peeled intermittently.

Feng Tao was wrapped up like a mummy, with one leg hanging in a plaster cast. He was staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling, wondering what he was thinking, whether he was stupid or not.

"I feel like I understood what love is at that time." Feng Tao suddenly muttered with his face swollen like a pig's head.

Zong Yuheng frowned, still peeling the apples, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Feng Tao's neck was also fixed and could not be turned. He could only slightly squint towards him with his only flexible eye.Seeing that he was not taken care of, he urged, "Mr. Zong, don't you want to hear the answer?"

Zong Yuheng said in a blunt tone: "I don't understand love or something like this cold noodle peddler!"

Feng Tao wanted to laugh very much, but now every muscle in him affected the pain-sensing nerves, but he still couldn't help the pain and was happy.Grinning his mouth, he smiled honestly.

They are people who don't know how to love, but they learn the skills of loving little by little while hurting each other.

(Finish)

The author has something to say: This article is finally over.When I was halfway through the fourth part, I really wanted to change the previous ones.Rewrite from Zong Yuheng rolling the stairs, just go straight to the end.It's a pity that the V text can't be changed so much.

The second half exhausted my enthusiasm for writing, and I didn't feel like writing this for a while.Probably need to thank Zixi for keeping a low profile or something.

Don't expect anything extra.You can make up your mind... Anyway, thanks for watching.

Thanks to the people who supported me no matter how bad my writing was.I'll try to cheer myself up...