Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 74
On the way back from San Gabriel, she called Liang Qiu and told him that Riemann was dead.

He was silent for a few seconds.

Jiang Yimian felt as long as centuries when the second hand passed the dial.

Liang Qiu didn't ask anything, just said to her, "Go home and rest, Master will be back soon."

His voice aged a lot in an instant, full of vicissitudes and weakness, as if he was overwhelmed by the years.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yimian looked at the gray sky outside the window and murmured, "Master... I'm sorry..."

I was of no help.

She thought she was careful enough, but for some reason, Riemann died.

This matter rolled around in Jiang Yimian's heart like a cat's ball of wool, getting more and more chaotic.

If life is an endless sea, then she is a small boat on the sea.

The sea wasn't always calm, and neither was she.

There is joy and there is sorrow.

That sadness is like a bowl of bitter coptis...

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At eight o'clock in the morning, the doorbell rang.

She emerged from under the covers with a pair of panda eyes and a mess of hair.

The time between the doorbell ringing and her response was short enough to prove that she wasn't asleep at all.

For several hours, she has been twitching on the bed without any sleepiness.

Walking out of the bedroom with bare feet, the coolness from the soles of her feet made her chaotic consciousness gradually regain consciousness.

The curtains in the living room were not drawn, and the bright sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The windows were bright and clean, and everywhere you looked was bright.

It was a pleasant morning, the sun was just right outside, and life seemed simple and sweet, as long as there were not too many things on the mind.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yimian was not.

Peeling the door mirror and looking out, she saw Feng Beiting's face without any surprise.

really……

It seems that no one else will come to her at this time except him.

With a "click", Jiang Yimian opened the door.

The gentle smile on Feng Beiting's face retracted slightly when he saw the thick dark circles under her eyes, "Why is your face so ugly?"

"……Insomnia."

To be exact, it was lack of sleep in the first half of the night, and no sleepiness in the second half of the night.

At the beginning, they kept vigil for him, and later they "wake up" the dead.

Riemann's death had some effect on her.

"Well, how could you suffer from insomnia?" Seeing that she was not wearing shoes, he frowned secretly, "If you have anything to say, put on your shoes first."

"Huh?" Jiang Yimian was slightly taken aback.

"Although it's summer, it's easy for girls to catch cold like this."

"... Oh." She responded, and obediently ran back to the bedroom to put on her shoes.

When she came out again, Feng Beiting had already taken the keys she put on the shoe cabinet and was waiting for her, "Go to my house, I made breakfast, and we talked while eating."

After speaking, he came to hold her wrist and pulled her out.

Jiang Yimian didn't break free.

She silently followed behind him, like a child who has done something wrong.

From her house to his house, a few steps away, she thought a lot.

When Feng Beiting spoke to her in such a firm yet gentle tone, it made her very eager to talk.

I want to tell him all the troubles and sorrows in my heart, but I don't have to ask him to comfort her, as long as he listens.

She is not a weak person, but she also does not like to be strong.

But even Lin Sinan, she never thought of sharing her inner thoughts with him.

Could this be the difference between a friend and a "like"?

Like the song "One Like Summer, One Like Autumn"...

[If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be sure. Friends know how to listen better than lovers. My overtones, my indiscretions, I can't do without Darling, let alone you. 】

She is summer, Feng Beiting is autumn?
Tilting her head slightly to look at his back, Jiang Yimian inexplicably said an inappropriate word in her heart: Companionship is the best love, it can resist all the hardness in the world, and warm the years of life.

Shaking her head, she seemed to want to drive away the messy thoughts in her mind.

Feng Beiting took her all the way back to his house, and he pulled out the dining chair for her to sit down.

She stood there without moving, with her head hanging down. The high balled hair she usually combed was now limp and tilted to the side, lifeless, just like her whole body.

"……I'm not hungry."

And she got up from the bed and hasn't washed yet.

Taking a deep look at her, Feng Beiting pressed her shoulders and made her sit on the sofa, half kneeling in front of her and looking at her tenderly, "Then tell me, what happened?"

"... Riemann is dead."

He had never heard Jiang Yimian speak in such a low voice, full of frustration.

The beautiful eyes froze suddenly.

He didn't expect that Riemann's death would deal such a big blow to her.

Feng Beiting's gaze suddenly became sharp, and that overly pretty face was like frozen suet, making people afraid to get close.

How dare he recruit his family Mianmian like this, it seems that he has lived enough!

"The whereabouts of Sister Liang Xi are gone." Her eyes shone like water.

His hands were on his knees, his small knuckles were all clenched white.

Feng Beiting held her hand tightly.

His hands are firm and strong, very warm.

He said, "Jiang Yimian, that's not your fault."

It was my fault……

To make you sad, it must be that I did not do well enough.

Holding Jiang Yimian's hand tightly, Feng Beiting firmly said to her, "If someone really wants to silence Liang Xi's whereabouts, even if you don't go, the result will be the same if someone else goes there."

"...I know." She just felt sad.

Feel sorry for her master.

After so many years of busy searching for the whereabouts of my daughter, now I finally had some hope, but it suddenly burst like a bubble.

From the day Liang Xi disappeared, Liang Qiu's future life has been filled with two states.

Either get drunk or stay sober all the time.

He wakes up to see the world, gathering clues about his daughter's disappearance, but occasionally, he needs alcohol to numb long-standing pain.

Jiang Yimian has been by his side the longest and knows all of this the most.

"Master must be very desperate right now." With a long sigh, Jiang Yimian closed his eyes weakly.

What can she do to help him...

Her brows are full of tiredness.

This kind of Jiang Yimian was not familiar to Feng Beiting, but he still loved him deeply.

Normally, she is always full of vitality, it seems that no matter how heavy the anatomy work is, she cannot be overwhelmed, and no horrible corpse can frighten her.

She always smiles, with shallow pear dimples, making it easy for people to indulge in those bright almond eyes.

But now, those pitch-black eyeballs were shining with wet light, showing a trace of grievance, and the sadness in the eyes was bottomless.

Seeing this, the light flowing in Feng Beiting's eyes gradually disappeared between his half-closed eyelids.

He said, "I'll help you."

His tone was lazy and calm, inexplicably convincing.

Jiang Yimian looked up in shock, "You?!"

The obvious suspicion in her tone made Feng Beiting laugh. He closed his eyes and nodded slightly, "Yes."

He helps her.

He is...

Totally broken.

Even the heart is black, only the tip of the heart is red, used to hold Jiang Yimian.

Apart from promise and love, he has nothing to give her now.

She just didn't know whether she valued his love or not.

"You..." Jiang Yimian had disbelief written on his face, "How are you going to help me?"

"You probably don't really want to know my methods."

"why?"

"Business fields, vanity fairs, these places that are linked to money, it is impossible to be absolutely clean, at most it is relative.

If I want to make money, I will inevitably have to make friends with all kinds of people.

I may be able to find out the news that you can't find out, and I may be able to find out the people you can't find. "

When Feng Beiting said this, there was a smile on his lips all the time, with a lazy tone, but Jiang Yimian saw seriousness in his eyes.

Breaking away her clenched fingers, he continued, "I say this, do you understand?"

Jiang Yimian nodded blankly.

She is not a simple and ignorant little white rabbit.

The world is not black and white, she knows it.

and--

Right and wrong are not immutable things, but constantly changing places and positions.

Balance itself is right.

She just didn't expect Feng Beiting to be so honest.

"I will help you find Liang Xi." He looked at her and made a promise.

"Eh……"

She thought he was just helping to find out Liang Xi's whereabouts.

Help her find it?
After flicking her loose ball head, Feng Beiting chuckled, "Definitely."

Looking at each other, Jiang Yimian felt that when Feng Beiting said this, there seemed to be a beam of light in his eyes, he could see all the colors in the spectrum, and he could see the clarity of the lake in the fog-free night.

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　　ps: Mianmian is on the road to enlightenment~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)