Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 40 Do You Have Someone You Like

She thought that she was just idle and had nothing to do, so she returned the things to others so that she would not forget them in a few days.

The doorbell rang twice, and the door opened quickly.

Feng Beiting held the doorknob with his right hand, and a Rubik's Cube with his left hand. He fiddled with his fingertips quickly, and the colored cubes spun like flying.

Jiang Yimian was stunned and forgot to explain his purpose for coming.

Until Feng Beiting asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ah..." She came back to her senses and handed the book to him, "I've finished reading it, I'll return it to you, thank you."

He took it, "Do you want to watch anything else?"

She shook her head, "No, I have to take it easy."

Every time she finishes a book, she has to wait a while before reading other ones, just like after eating a meal, the digestive system has to give some time to absorb it, otherwise there will be no difference from simply practicing calligraphy.

"Then come find me again if you want to see something."

"Yeah." Jiang Yimian's eyes fell on his hands unconsciously, "Are you playing Rubik's Cube?"

"To pass the time, otherwise I don't know what to do."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly looked at her with bright eyes, "I remember you can also play, do you want to compete?"

I have to say, for a person who is extremely bored, Feng Beiting's proposal couldn't be better.

Jiang Yimian walked into his house while jumping high.

Feng Beiting slowly closed the door, and the gentle and harmless smile on his face was gradually replaced by a seductive and eye-catching smile.

Because they were bored, the two of them had a time competition to see who could solve the scrambled Rubik's cube first.

There were a dozen Rubik's Cubes in total, and when they reached the 11th level, Jiang Yimian's enthusiasm for the competition dropped to zero.

She is not a long-term person.

Growing up, she always got what she wanted, but every time she got it, she didn't want it anymore.

So far, there have been two exceptions to this iron rule of hers: one in the case of forensic medicine, and the other when she likes someone.

Seeing Jiang Yimian's absent-mindedness, Feng Beiting stopped the game in good time, "Do you want to play anything else? Chess?"

"You have?!"

"Wait a minute." Feng Beiting got up from the sofa and opened a cabinet door.

It was only then that Jiang Yimian noticed that there was an extra oil painting next to his cabinet.The painting is a knight wearing a bronze helmet, a sword at the waist, an iron sheath in his hand, and a bronze helmet covering the face, which is the costume of a knight.When an enemy comes, the mask is put down; when a friend comes, the mask is lifted, or the full helmet is removed to show that there is no hostility.

This is where the source of the hatless came from.

Jiang Yimian didn't quite understand why Feng Beiting had to hang such a painting at home, it obviously didn't match the decoration style of his home.

Feng Beiting came back with the chess set, saw her staring intently at the painting, and explained with a smile, "I bought it at an auction before, and I kept forgetting to hang it up. I just had nothing to do, so I turned it out and hung it up." up."

As soon as Jiang Yimian heard the word "auction", when Jiang Yimian looked at the painting again, he felt that there was a golden light shining from top to bottom, exuding a strong smell of money.

In fact, she doesn't know much about these things, except for unstacked leaflets, she never collects antiques.

Feng Beiting put his expectations on the coffee table, "Black and white, which one do you choose?"

"black."

The hand holding the chess pieces paused slightly, his nails gleaming in the rather dim light of the room.

She always likes things that are the exact opposite of who she is.

I don't know if it will be the same for him...

When playing chess with Jiang Yimian, Feng Beiting didn't pay much attention. Most of his energy was used to observe her, pay attention to her every move, watching her tilt her head and stare at the chessboard, like a shop assistant admiring her Just gave the scarf around the model's neck a new look.

One flash, and he took a wrong step.

The Cavaliers were wrong on that move.

But he didn't care too much, because the knight was meaningless in this game.

This game is not for knights.

Just like him and Mianmian, her existence was never for a person named "Feng Beiting", it seemed that everything about her was destined to have nothing to do with him.

But how could he be willing...

He once heard Su Fu complain to the prison temple in private, saying that he is a snake spirit who loves not so wisely, but is too deep.

He originally wanted to punish Su Fu, but after thinking about it, he felt that what she said was right.

He is indeed sick.

She is his medicine.

"You are good at chess, did you specially ask your teacher to learn it?" He chatted with her indiscriminately.

"……no."

Jiang Yimian shook her head slightly, with a flash of loneliness in her eyes.

Feng Beiting knew her very well, and had always seen no one but her, so no matter how well she concealed it, she couldn't hide it from him.

He knew that she must have remembered something.

He brought up a very bad subject.

He shouldn't talk too much, but he only talks nonsense in front of people he likes.

The two fingers pinching the bishop slightly tightened, and Feng Beiting's fine eyelashes drooped, blocking the dim light in his eyes.

The girl he likes is thinking about another man in front of him, and he doesn't want to do anything but load the bullet at the moment.

"Feng Beiting." Jiang Yimian called him suddenly, her voice was low, not as crisp as before.

"Ok?"

"Do you have someone you like?" She sat on the carpet with her knees hugged, as if she had forgotten about playing chess.

like……

He froze slightly, then shook his head.

He doesn't like her, but loves her.

The kind of love you want by any means.

The torrential rain beat on the window violently, and the dim light in the room was flickering. Jiang Yimian rested her head on her hands, looking desolate and lonely. She lowered her eyelashes and waited until the eyelashes almost touched her cheeks before slowly raising them like a curtain in a theater. She opened her lips , the voice murmured, "I have."

But the other party doesn't like her.

She didn't understand it before, and it's only now that she understands that liking someone who doesn't like herself is a kind of tragic comedy.

Realizing that the topic was a bit sad, Jiang Yimian seemed to wake up suddenly, she raised her lips slightly, trying to force a smile on her face, but the muscles on her face were too tired to cooperate, so she shook off her expression bit by bit, and the smile was lost Washes away like a wave on a beach.

Feng Beiting forced himself to look away.

He hated seeing her like this the most, and couldn't bear her thinking about that person in her heart.

"pat"--

The chess piece in his hand fell onto the board, and the crisp sound attracted Jiang Yimian's attention.

Raising her hand and rubbing her face, she seemed to want to drive away those lonely looks from her face, "Ah... rainy days are the most annoying..."

The gloomy sky is too easy to evoke the gloom in people's hearts.

But the strange thing is that Jiang Yimian didn't expect that she would have the desire to confide in Feng Beiting. She is not a person who likes to tell her thoughts, and she doesn't like to analyze her feelings in front of others.Even her parents or her elder brothers only know a little bit, no matter how much they know, she never takes the initiative to talk about it.

"Being a forensic doctor...is it for him too..." Feng Beiting's voice was different from usual, less soft and more hoarse, but mixed with the noisy rain outside the window, it was hard to distinguish.

(End of this chapter)