Come and do the questions

Chu Fengqiu's heart was hanging high, she stood by the river and shook her head at the good woman who was about to call her.

"How uncomfortable, did something bad happen?"

Chu Fengqiu heard the cry hidden in Song Man's words, and his heart was tightened, knowing that Song Man must be very uncomfortable, otherwise he would not have behaved like this.

Obviously she was fine when she left in the afternoon, and the last phone call told her happily that she was going to watch the game, but she was not by her side, and she didn't know what happened to her at all.

"Ah."

Song Man put the phone to his ear, and his voice was low.

"Song Qinglan hit me."

Song Man said full of grievances, his tone full of accusations, and he didn't know how much he looked like a child who was bullied and complained by his parents.

Song Man didn't expect her to say this sentence smoothly. This is obviously a shameful or even a very secret thing. She won't tell others, even her parents won't say it, but she will It was natural to speak to Chu Fengqiu.

I felt that when I was in front of Chu Fengqiu, I didn't want to shoulder everything by myself at all, and I didn't want to pretend to be so indifferent and strong.

Chu Fengqiu's expression cooled down visibly to the naked eye. She clenched and loosened her fists repeatedly, controlling her anger, and when she spoke, she only felt distressed.

"Does it hurt?"

"very painful."

Song Manbian complained, squatting on the side of the road, looking pitiful.

In fact, the moment it was hit on the face, the astonishment was more than the pain.

Song Qinglan didn't use much force, but for Song Man, the psychological unacceptability far outweighed the emotional one.

"Where are you?"

"outside."

Song Man answered honestly.

"Go home first, apply heat or apply some medicine..."

Chu Fengqiu's words disappeared as he spoke, and it became quiet over there.

Song Man was a little strange, thinking that his signal was not good, so he rang the phone to his ear vigorously.

A somewhat indistinct voice came from the phone, as if a gust of wind had passed.

"Blow it to you, and the pain will fly away."

Song Man immediately realized what the sound was just now, and he couldn't help being happy when he thought of Chu Fengqiu pouting at the phone and blowing the wind.

"Old Chu, you treat me like a three-year-old child."

"Then Song Sansui was coaxed?"

"No, you just blew it into my ear, it doesn't count, you have to blow it into my face."

Song Man snorted, turned on the hands-free phone, looked at the background of Chu Fengqiu's incoming call, and looked at the beating seconds on it.

The sound of a gust of wind was transmitted to Song Man's cell phone through the electric current. The wind swayed slowly, as if it really brushed against Song Man's cheeks, cooling the red marks on his face and heating up his chest.

"It seems to be really useful."

Song Man murmured.

When Chu Fengqiu heard this, with a helpless smile on his face, he wanted to hold Song Man in his arms and rub her, and then coax her well.

"Remember to go home first, and call me when you get home."

It was getting late, and Chu Fengqiu was worried that it would be too dangerous for Song Man to wander around alone.

"Okay, then I'll go home first."

Song Man obediently responded, hung up the phone, put on his helmet, and drove to her and Chu Fengqiu's home.

After Song Man parked the car, he couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and call Chu Fengqiu. While talking to her, he entered the elevator. The signal in the elevator was a little weak, but the connection was not broken.

After arriving home, Song Man collapsed in the room, holding his mobile phone, a little listless.

Mingming was on the phone with Chu Fengqiu, knowing that Chu Fengqiu was no longer in Qingcheng and suing Lan, but when he opened the door, he still hoped that Chu Fengqiu would be waiting for her at home.

What happened, it became very strange.

Chu Fengqiu over there was already urging Song Man to take care of the wound on his face, but Song Man was perfunctory, but still didn't leave the bed.

Chu Fengqiu was a little anxious, she knew Song Man's character, she must be too lazy to open the refrigerator to boil an egg for herself, and then slowly treat the scars on her face, but she was worried that Song Man's face would definitely swell if he didn't treat it , it will definitely be uncomfortable at that time.

If only she was around Song Man.

"Then put a hot towel on it, okay?"

Chu Fengqiu put forward a more feasible suggestion, which Song Man thought was acceptable.

There is a detumescence spray at home, and Song Man didn't know if it would help, so he sprayed some on himself anyway.

The air became quiet for a moment, Song Man rubbed his face, staring at the screen in a daze.

"Do you want to listen to music?"

Chu Fengqiu's voice was soft, trying to make Song Man feel better.

"it is good."

Song Man turned on the Bluetooth to connect to the speaker and played soft and soothing music.

"If you want to talk, can you tell her why she did it?"

Chu Fengqiu frowned, a little anxious, and just after leaving Song Man, Song Man was bullied, but that person was Song Man's sister, who was in Song Man's family affairs, and she was not qualified to intervene in this matter now.

"There's something wrong with her."

Song Man became angry when he mentioned it. After Chu Fengqiu slapped him, the grievance has almost dissipated, leaving only the anger in his heart.

Song Man's words were not just cursing, she really felt that Song Qinglan's ideas were a little crazy.

How could she think that she should be the person closest to her? It seemed that Song Qinglan didn't even think it was weird to control her, which made her very upset.

Song Man told the ins and outs of the matter again, and felt that Song Qinglan was really unreasonable.

"She doesn't listen to what I say at all. I know the dangerous things myself, and she just asked me to give her the keys and didn't allow me to play with the car anymore. Why kill my interest."

Song Man complained, and stopped covering his face with a towel.

Song Man actually didn't mention the Nanshan Highway much, but Chu Fengqiu had already mentioned it.

She went to Baidu, and the picture of the road track popped up, as well as related accident reports, which were a bit shocking.

"I can understand her mood, but I don't agree with her behavior."

Chu Fengqiu was silent for a while, and then spoke.

This by no means meant that she understood what Song Qinglan was doing, but she couldn't imagine what would happen to her in that situation.

She would have a hard time with that feeling.

"Do you also think that what I did was wrong... Do you also think that kind of behavior is too dangerous so you don't want me to participate?"

Song Man felt a little uncomfortable. This kind of discomfort was not aimed at anyone, but came from the irreconcilable contradiction between caring and the things he loved.

In front of Chu Fengqiu, she would not speak harshly, but she was a little lonely.

It's not that she doesn't know that this matter is dangerous, but if she likes it, she likes it, and she doesn't want to risk her life, why...

"How come, it's not a wrong thing, it's just your hobby, how can you do something wrong, and this is your life, it's something you like, and I will try my best to like what you like."

Chu Fengqiu knew that Song Man liked cars very much, and that every time he cleaned the car, Song Man would clean the car by himself, not at the hands of others, and when they first became friends with Song Man, Deng Wei and the others said that Song Man loved cars. His own car does not allow others to sit in the back seat, which is enough to show that Song Man cherishes his car.

What's more, she also felt that the girl straddling the locomotive was extremely handsome, which made people's heart skip a beat.

"But I hope you can promise me one thing."

"what?"

It can't be that she is not allowed to play those corners that test skills.

"If you want to go to that kind of track next time, remember to take me with you."

"Hey?"

Song Man was stunned.

"Because I know you are watching, will I be extra careful?"

"No, when I say take me, I mean I'm going to sit in your back seat."

Chu Fengqiu's voice was unhurried, fully explaining his intentions.

"You are too cunning!"

Song Man immediately came to his senses and whispered, but there was a smile on his face that he couldn't hide.

Chu Fengqiu is really too cunning!

He thought of using such a method as a guarantee!

Supporting her to continue playing, but using this method to make her think twice before playing, Chu Fengqiu clearly knows that with her in the car, how could she play with things that are dangerous and possibly life-threatening? .

"There's no cunning, I just want to experience what you like."

When Chu Fengqiu heard Song Man smiled, his mood also improved, and he defended himself with a low smile.

"Hmph, you can talk sweetly."

"Is your face better?"

"It doesn't hurt much anymore, I'll apply it for a while, and then I'll take a bath."

Song Man didn't want her face to be swollen either. She had to go home tomorrow New Year's Eve. She couldn't go to see her relatives with a swollen face. She still wanted to save face.

"it is good."

"By the way, how is my good father-in-law and my wife? Are you in good health?"

"Well, it's okay."

Song Man and Chu Fengqiu chatted for a while, until the water in the basin was completely cool, Song Man reluctantly hung up the phone and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

When Song Man came out of the shower and brushed his hair, he received a call from Xu Qinglang.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Why aren't you at home? Didn't you say that you will come back tonight and go to grandpa's place tomorrow?"

Song Man's grandfather is also Song Zici's father, who usually lives in the old house, and Song Man's grandmother has passed away for several years.

In fact, Song Man is not very close to his grandparents, and they don't particularly like Song Man. In comparison, they should like or admire Song Qinglan more in a normal grandparent-grandson relationship.

"I'll be back tomorrow."

It is impossible for Song Man to go home now. The thought of going back is annoying, and the thought of seeing Song Qinglan tomorrow is even more annoying.

"Well, call me before you come, or ask the driver to pick you up directly, don't be late."

Xu Qinglang asked repeatedly, because he was afraid that Song Man would be playful and waste time.

"Got it, I'm going to bed, good night."

"OK, good night."

Song Man hung up the phone and picked up the hair dryer.

She didn't like blowing her hair with a hair dryer before, it didn't feel very comfortable, and she liked to wait for it to dry naturally.

Chu Fengqiu doesn't think so, she thinks that wet hair is easy to get sick, especially now that it's winter, so every time after Song Man washes his hair, Chu Fengqiu will take out the hair dryer and blow Song Man's hair almost dry.

Song Man took out the hair dryer just now, which was also a habitual behavior. He thought that Chu Fengqiu would come to talk about her again later, and when he picked it up to blow it, he remembered that Chu Fengqiu was not at home.

Song Man blew for a while and didn't want to stop blowing. He pulled out the plug and looked at the empty big bed.

When Chu Fengqiu was there, she felt that the room was full, but when Chu Fengqiu was not there, it was terribly empty.

The author has something to say: It's so miserable to stay alone in the empty boudoir