An urgent sentence came from above his head: "Don't pick it up!"
Ji Fanling staggered two steps, stood firm, looked up and saw the cupboard next to the man, and immediately understood.
He just wanted to reach over and open the cupboard above her head.
Logically speaking, he couldn't touch her at all.
"Did I bump into you?" Fu Yingcheng frowned, "Is your hand broken?" he asked while grabbing her hand to look at it.
The girl's hands were stained with water and oil, and her white fingers were cold and curled up awkwardly, but there were no scratches.
Fu Yingcheng vaguely saw the dark red on her wrist, and an almost uncontrollable impatience flashed deep in his eyes. He held her wrist with one hand and quickly pushed up her sleeve with the other.
The bruises that spread from the forearm upwards passed by in a flash. The depth of the bruises was almost black and purple, which was shocking.
But I only had time to take a look.
The girl withdrew her hand as if she was electrocuted and put down her sleeve: "I didn't scratch it, I just hit the bowl... I'm sorry."
Fu Yingcheng's tone became more serious: "Your arm."
"I fell while riding a bicycle. "It's nothing," the girl quickly answered.
I fell while riding a bicycle again.
The reasons are exactly the same as those I gave back then.
The scene before him took Fu Yingcheng back to that night in his first year of high school.
In front of the convenience store, the girl sat on a plastic chair under an umbrella, holding her hair with one hand and facing away from him awkwardly.
The slender neck tightened, revealing a long diagonal bloody opening from the back of the neck to the shoulder blade. The blood soaked into the school uniform, and the cloth and flesh were stuck together, which was shocking to see.
Ji Fanling refused to go to the hospital, so he had to use cotton swabs and iodine to clean her wounds.
There were broken glass shards embedded in the wound, and he could only pick them out bit by bit.
She didn't know how painful it was, but every time the cotton swab fell, she seemed to be shaking slightly.
Fu Yingcheng's movements were light and gentle. The person who had always been calm and indifferent was now as impatient as if he was being roasted on a fire. The light was dim. The young man's fingertips holding the cotton swab turned white and his palms were soaked with sweat.
After a while, the girl who had been silent suddenly spoke up.
Fu Yingcheng's nerves were tense and he subconsciously thought he had hurt her. When he raised his head, he found that she was watching the wild cats fighting in the flower bed.
I actually enjoyed watching it so much that I laughed out loud.
Ji Fanling also stretched out his hand to pull him: "Look, there are three civet cats against each other. When I get close to the wall, they all climb up the wall!" Several wild cats exasperated each other, chasing and biting each other, flying over the wall.
She really didn't care, as if she didn't feel the pain at all, and it seemed that she had long been accustomed to pain.
The girl smiled, revealing her pointed little tiger teeth. The night was dim, her little face was pale, and her sudden smile was so beautiful that it made people feel heartbroken.
The night wind suddenly picked up, blowing away the sweat all over Fu Yingcheng's body.
Only then did he realize that Ji Fanling was not trembling.
It was his own hands that were trembling.
...
"I'll take care of it." Ji Fanling said.
"Stand there and don't move." Fu Yingcheng said.
He turned around to get a broom, came back, swept up the debris on the ground, put it into a plastic bag, wrapped it in a cloth bag, wrapped it several layers with transparent tape, scrawled a warning "Be careful with broken porcelain", and threw it into the garbage bag. , came back and mopped the floor again, wiped the floor tiles with his palms, made sure there was no missing debris, and then washed his hands carefully.
When he came back, Ji Fanling was still standing there, a little embarrassed, and secretly glanced at Fu Yingcheng.
The man stood at the intersection of light and shadow, with a cold temperament as he meditated. He lowered his eyes and slowly turned the black-gold tail ring on his left hand.
The fingers that have been rinsed repeatedly with cold water are clean and slender, with joints as clear as bamboo. The dark ring surface makes the skin color cold and white, and the veins of blue veins are clearly protruding on the back of the hand.
It looks... particularly fierce.
"How about you calculate how much that bowl costs?"
The girl pinched her fingers and whispered, "I will make some money later and I will pay it to you."
Fu Ying paused while holding up his ring with his dark eyes. Looking at her, the anger on his body dissipated a little.
"What should I pay for? I didn't buy that bowl."
"It was given by someone else. It's so ugly that I feel flustered and lose my appetite even when I eat." Fu Yingcheng said calmly, "It fell just fine. I'll buy a new one tomorrow."
Ji Fanling He nodded, ready to tell the reason that he had rehearsed in his mind for a long time: "I was not hiding just now..."
"And you, this slipper."
Fu Yingcheng interrupted, not giving her a chance to speak.
Ji Fanling followed his gaze, lowered her head, and saw a pair of men's slippers on her feet that were much longer than her heels.
"We're going to buy things together tomorrow." Fu Yingcheng said calmly:
"--it will save you from slipping on your feet and throwing bowls."
*
The only time they can buy things together is after dinner the next day.
In the blink of an eye, it was evening again, and it was almost time for Fu Yingcheng to go home.
The orange and purple sunset pours from the balcony into the empty living room, like a blur of watercolor in the cool black and white space.
Aunt Tong, who was cooking, took off her apron and told Ji Fanling with a smile that the dinner was warm in the pot and left. The girl lazily lay on the sofa playing with her mobile phone.
She raised her hands, and the cuffs naturally slid down half an inch, revealing traces of bruises.
Ji Fanling glanced at it indifferently. After a while, his eyes slowly moved over again, and what happened last night came to his mind.
...Fortunately, Fu Yingcheng misunderstood that her feet were slippery.
From now on, she can no longer hide.
There seems to still be some warmth on the wrist from the man's fingertips when he held it yesterday.
strangeness.
He looked so cold.
It was hot and scorching to the touch.
The news about Zhou Sui suddenly jumped out at this time.
Suisui Pingan: [Fan Ling, I know where Cheng Jiali is now. ]
Chapter 08 Wedding
Ji Fanling suddenly sat up from the sofa.
Suisui Ping'an: [My junior student in the student union of my university knows Cheng Jiali. I didn't know about it before, so I didn't think of asking him. ]