Come To the Question

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

"Why are you uncomfortable, did something bad happen?"

Chu Fengqiu heard a hint of crying hidden in Song Man's words, and his heart was seized, knowing that Song Man must be very uncomfortable, otherwise there would be no such performance.

She was fine when she left in the afternoon, and she happily told her that she was going to watch the game on the last phone call. She didn't stay by her side, and she didn't know what happened to her.

"Um."

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

"Song Qinglan hit me."

Song Manman said aggrievedly, his tone was 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 these words smoothly. This is obviously a very shameful or even a very secret thing. She won't talk to others, not even her parents, 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 carry everything by myself, and I didn't want to pretend that I didn't care how strong I was.

Chu Fengqiu's expression was visibly cold. She clenched and loosened her fists repeatedly, controlling her anger, and when she spoke, she only felt distressed.

"Does it hurt?"

"very painful."

Song Man complained with a flat mouth and crouched on the side of the road, looking pitiful.

In fact, the moment it hit the face, there was more surprise than pain.

Song Qinglan didn't try very hard, but for Song Man, the psychological unacceptability far outweighed it.

"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 the place became quiet.

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

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

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

Song Man immediately realized what the sound was just now, thinking of Chu Fengqiu pouting at the phone and blowing air, he couldn't help but be amused.

"Old Chu, you are my three-year-old child."

"Has Song San-year-old been coaxed?"

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

Song Man hummed, turned on the phone, and looked at the background of Chu Fengqiu's incoming call, and looked at the beating seconds above.

The sound of a blowing wind was transmitted to Song Man's mobile phone through the electric current. The wind swayed, as if it really brushed Song Man's cheeks, cooling the heat of the red marks on his face and warming his chest.

"It seems to be really useful."

Song Man murmured.

Hearing this, Chu Fengqiu had a helpless smile on his face, and wanted to hold Song Man in his arms and rub it for a while, and then coax her well.

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

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

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

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

Song Mancai parked the car, so he couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and called Chu Fengqiu. While talking to her, he entered the elevator. The signal in the elevator was a bit poor, but it wouldn't be disconnected.

After arriving home, Song Man collapsed in his room, holding his cell phone, feeling a little dazed.

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

What's going on here, it's getting so weird.

Chu Fengqiu over there was already urging Song Man to deal with the injury on his face, but Song Man was perfunctory and still did not 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 cook an egg for herself, and then slowly treat the scar on her face, but she was worried that Song Man's face would swell up if she didn't deal with it. , it must be uncomfortable.

If only she was by Song Man's side.

"Would you like to put a hot towel on it?"

Chu Fengqiu put forward a more feasible suggestion, and Song Man thought it was possible.

There is a spray to reduce swelling at home, and Song Man doesn't know if it will help, so he sprayed a little on himself anyway.

The air was quiet for a while, Song Man rubbed his face and stared at the screen in a daze.

"Want to listen to the music?"

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

"There's something really wrong with her."

Song Man was angry when he mentioned it. After being slapped by Chu Fengqiu, the grievance had almost dissipated, and there was only a full of anger left.

Song Man's words weren't just cursing, she really felt that Song Qinglan's concept was a little crazy.

How could she think that she should be the closest person to her, the unconcealed desire for control that Song Qinglan didn't find strange made her very irritable.

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

"She doesn't listen to what I say at all. I know the dangerous things in my mind, and she just asks me to give her the keys and doesn't allow me to play with the car any more. Why should it kill my interest?"

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

In fact, Song Man didn't mention the Nanshan Highway much, but Chu Fengqiu's heart had already mentioned it.

She went to Baidu, and the picture of the road track jumped out, and there were 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 before speaking.

This does not mean that she understands what Song Qinglan did, but it is hard for her to imagine what she would do in that situation.

She can't bear that feeling.

"Do you also think I'm doing something wrong... do you also think that kind of behavior is too dangerous so you won't let me participate?"

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

In front of Chu Fengqiu, she would not speak thorny, but 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 kill herself. Why...

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

Chu Fengqiu knew that Song Man liked cars very much, and Song Man always cleaned the car by himself, not at the hands of others, and when he became friends with Song Man at the beginning, Deng Wei and the others said that Song Man loved it. It is enough to see that Song Man cherishes his car by not letting others sit in the back seat of his own car.

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

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

"what?"

It's not 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're watching, am I going to be extra careful?"

"No, when I said take me, I meant I was going to sit in your back seat."

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

"You are too cunning!"

Song Man immediately reacted and whispered, but there was a smile on his face that could not be concealed.

Chu Fengqiu is really too cunning!

I actually thought of using such a method to protect it!

Support her to continue playing, but use this method to make her think twice before playing. Chu Fengqiu clearly knows that with her in the car, how could she play those dangerous things that are likely to bring harm to life .

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

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

"Hmph, it will be sweet talk."

"Is your face better?"

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

Song Man didn't want her face to get swollen. Tomorrow New Year's Eve, she had to go home. She couldn't go to see those relatives with a slightly swollen face, she still had to save face.

"Okay."

"By the way, how is the good husband and wife, how are you?"

"Well, it's fine."

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

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

"Dad, what's wrong?"

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

Song Man's grandfather is also Song Zici's father. He usually lives in the old house. Song Man's grandmother has been dead for several years.

In fact, Song Man is not very close to his grandfather and grandmother, and they don't particularly like Song Man. Compared with the ordinary grandfather-grandson relationship, they should like or appreciate Song Qinglan more.

"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 again and again, for fear that Song Man would be greedy and delay time.

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

"OK, good night."

Song Man hung up the phone and picked up the hairdryer.

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

Chu Fengqiu didn't think so. She felt that wet hair was easy to get sick, especially in winter, so every time Song Man washed his hair, Chu Fengqiu would take the trouble to take out the hairdryer and blow Song Man's hair almost dry.

Song Man just took out the hair dryer, which is also a habitual behavior, thinking that Chu Fengqiu will come to talk about her again, and when he picked it up and blowing it, he remembered that Chu Fengqiu was not at home.

Song Man didn't want to blow after blowing for a while, pulled out the plug, and looked at the empty big bed.

When Chu Fengqiu was there, she felt that this room felt very fulfilling, but when Chu Fengqiu wasn't there, it was terribly empty.

The author has something to say: Keeping the empty boudoir alone is so miserable and full