Chapter 191 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (29)

After returning home, Wen Xien felt very strange about the place where Feng Yansheng lives. Feng Yansheng saw that he was a young master raised by a rich man, but the place where he lived was particularly simple and messy.

Wen Xien helped him clean up and cooked by himself. Fortunately, there was still some food in the kitchen.

Feng Yansheng was very picky about the bad things, and he didn't eat the ugly things. The rice made by Wen Xien was ugly and unpleasant. Feng Yansheng was not used to it for the first time. He ate one or two bites for the second time, and ate a bowl of rice for the third time.

There is nothing that cannot be adapted to now.

He didn't know why he was willing to stay in such a dilapidated place, and he didn't know why he had to make himself so embarrassed in order to fight for this breath. It was only him who lowered his head, but he was still the prince who walked sideways in the capital. But if this was the case, it would be better to kill him.

Feng Yansheng could no longer say what he was rich. His card was frozen. When he first came to M City, he still had hundreds of thousands of dollars, and he had already squandered it. Now it is not an exaggeration to say that he is penniless.

He had nothing to rely on.

Gradually, Feng Yansheng, who had never had a concept of money before, gradually understood the word "life".

If he had no money given to his parents, what would he be like? He would no longer say the stupid things he used to be.

Staying with Wen Xien, following Wen Xien to eat bland food, wearing those slightly white-washed clothes, he had nothing to choose because until now, Wen Xien is taking care of him.

He seemed to have suddenly come to a brand new world. In the past, he always felt that he was miserable without his parents' attention, but now he suddenly realized that these are not worth mentioning.

Because he has too much, he amplifies some losses to the point where he cannot accept it.

Feng Yan can't do anything. He is domineering in the capital and causing trouble. The school dares not accept him. Where can anyone in the school dare to care about him? He hasn't been to school for a long time. There are aristocratic families like him in the school. They have the best students who can't afford to see these aristocratic families with their own abilities. People on both sides of Feng Yansheng don't like it, so he doesn't stay in school and likes to go crazy everywhere.

He felt that the school could not teach him anything anyway, and it would be nothing if he didn't stay there. Because he was born with something that others would not necessarily touch even if they had to struggle for the rest of their lives.

Wen Xien turned on the TV to show him. She may rarely watch TV, and it took a long time to do it.

Feng Yansheng was still wearing a bandage on his hands and the splint on his chest had not yet been removed. He could only lie on the sofa in a very strange position.

His eyes kept looking at Wen Xien, and some of the things Wen Xien did could attract his gaze.

The shows on TV are too hypocritical, but they are not as real as everything they are watching in front of you.

Some time ago, Feng Yansheng had just a vague idea, and now that idea was completely aroused. What he knew was wrong, and many of his actions were ignorant. Because the world he first came into contact with was the illusion that his parents had hidden him. Now he broke free from that illusion. No one felt that he was great anymore, no one was afraid of him anymore, and he began to see some facts clearly.

After thinking about these things clearly, Feng Yansheng began to think again, why did Wen Xien save him?

In the past, others were kind to him because of his parents' concealment. Others wanted to curry favor with him and gain benefits from him. So why is Han Jingyu? Is he... pity?

If he was pity for him... Feng Yansheng felt a little sad again.

I actually don’t remember Feng Yansheng’s affairs very clearly before, and he never remembers unimportant things for too long.

He just remembered Wen Xien's face. After all, Wen Xien's face cannot be forgotten just by wanting it. When he first came to M City, he saw Wen Xien at school. The memories that had been forgotten emerged. He treated Wen Xien so much at the beginning, and he never expected Wen Xien to save him.

Feng Yansheng didn't understand.

In Wen Xien's eyes, he had nothing and no money and power. It seemed that he only had this look of being bullied and could make people feel pity.

If it's just pitiful...

Wen Xien was holding the medicine in his hand and looked at the instruction manual with a serious expression.

Feng Yansheng had watched Wen Xien for a long time, and the so-called entertainment program was being played on the TV. Feng Yansheng grabbed the remote control with one hand and read Wen Xien's name in his heart.

He wanted to call her, but he didn't dare.

When he knew Wen Xien's name, he only felt that the name was ordinary, but once you felt that the person who called this name was imprinted into your eyes, you felt that the name was lingering between your lips and tongue, making people tremble.

Wen Xien took out his cell phone and took a picture at the medicine. He probably didn't know how to do this medicine.

At this time, the entertainment program on TV was bursting with laughter from the audience. This sound made Feng Yansheng feel shocked, and Wen Xien turned his head.

"Jon." When Feng Yansheng called out this name, he subconsciously grabbed the remote control.

Wen Xien's eyes moved from the TV to his face.

"I'm thirsty, pour me a glass of water."

Feng Yansheng said this before, but he never felt it was inappropriate, but now he was afraid that Wen Xien would think he was helping him, "Is that OK?"

If Wen Xien refused, he wouldn't say anything.

He said it, giving Wen Xien a room for rejection.

But Wen Xien did not refuse. Wen Xien put his phone on the table, walked over and poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him.

Feng Yansheng took the water and went to drink with his head down.

Wen Xien settled Feng Yansheng. When he turned around and was about to leave, Feng Yansheng suddenly called him again.

"Why do you want to save me?" Feng Yansheng realized how panicked he was. "I treated you so much at the beginning, and I bullied you with them..."

He was also one of the murderers. He watched coldly and even kicked when he was in a bad mood. He was still targeting Wen Xien everywhere.

Wen Xien paused.

Feng Yansheng was so nervous that he wanted to know the answer intuition, but he was afraid of that answer.

"If I knew it was you, I might not have saved it."

Wen Xien's voice was very quiet, just a simple narrative without any emotional fluctuations.

Feng Yansheng grabbed the cup in his hand. He could only see one side face of Wen Xien, but that side face made him feel so uncomfortable.

He began to regret it.

This is the first time he regretted it in his life.

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Wen Xien has been home late late and got up very early in the morning, so is Qiao Ling. They haven't met her for almost a week.

This time, Wen Xien is ready to go home with Qiao Ling after class.

Qiao Ling's face was not very good. Although she also hoped that Wen Xien could better integrate into this social environment, if Wen Xien really integrated into it, she would feel particularly uncomfortable.

In the past, Wen Xien had only one friend and only knew her at school. Maybe even Wen Xien himself did not notice it. Wen Xien relied on her eyes when she looked at her, especially when she was in school.

But now this feeling is gone, because there are more people around Wen Xien, and more people have attracted her attention, and Wen Xien will no longer rely on her.

For example, in these few days, I didn’t see Wen Xien after school every day. In the past, Wen Xien would wait at the door of the classroom to wait for her after school.

When Ma Qing got in the car, Wen Xien was already in the car. Wen Xien wore headphones on his ears, closed his eyes, and leaned against the chair.

Ma Qing looked at Wen Xien with a silence. Just as she was about to speak, Wen Xien turned her head and looked out the car window.

Ma Qing held back and forth, but still spoke, "Yeah, have you been very busy lately? I haven't seen you a few days ago."

Ma Qing waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for the response from the people around her. She gently patted Wen Xien on the shoulder, but was thrown away by Wen Xien's conditioned reflex.

Ma Qing bit her lip, looking a little aggrieved, "Yeah..."

Maybe Wen Xien felt that her reaction was too violent. She lowered her eyelashes in a concealed manner and said lightly, "I'm sorry."

"I'm not sorry for what I want." Ma Qing's sweet face wrinkled together, and she wanted to hold Wen Xien's hand as if she was acting coquettishly.

This time, Wen Xien did not hide and let her hold her, but her body was involuntarily stiff.

(End of this chapter)
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