Zhong Qingye lay softly on his knees, holding his head with both hands, inserting his slender white fingers into his smooth black hair, and holding it tightly.【】
She murmured and asked, not knowing whether she was asking herself or Feng Jin. Tears rolled down her unstained cheeks and disappeared into the quilt at her knees in an instant.
"It shouldn't be like this... it shouldn't be like this!" Zhong Qingye's voice suddenly became sharp, and he was pulling his hair like crazy. His tears became harder and harder to stop, and Feng Jin hurriedly stepped forward to grab her.
hand, "Ah Qing, what are you doing? Let go!"
Zhong Qingye's fingers were so strong that Feng Jin couldn't pull them away. He looked at her tear-stained face with distress, and there was a clear unbearable look in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms and whispered softly like comforting a child: "Ah.
Qingguai, it's okay...it's okay..."
Zhong Qingye bent in his arms, biting her lower lip so hard that she almost saw blood, but tried her best not to cry at all.
"Feng Jin, this is the first time I want to trust someone so much... I don't care about his identity, I just want him to treat me the same way... Why... why did things become like this? Why..."
Zhong Qingye's voice was extremely weak, intermittent, as if he was on the verge of death. Feng Jin lowered his eyes to caress her back. Hearing the words, he paused slightly and said slowly: "You only focus on him, so naturally you will
Expect more from him, and if you can look around a few more times, you won't be so sad."
"Haha..." Zhong Qingye was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head from his arms and looked at him intently, his eyes filled with tears seemed to be smiling but not smiling. "Look to the side, will I see you?"
"I've always been there and never left."
Feng Jin's eyes were hot, but Zhong Qingye averted his eyes and did not look at him. "Unfortunately, it's not me you're waiting for."
"It's you I've been waiting for. It's always been you."
"Haven't you heard that losing your memory is like being in this world, leaving everything behind, and it's like being a human being again?" Zhong Qingye looked at him and said word by word: "I have long been no longer the person with whom you have made a clear life and death decision.
Already."
A trace of sadness quickly flashed across Feng Jin's eyes. After a short pause, she said with some difficulty: "It doesn't matter, I don't care."
...as long as that person is you.
"But, I care!" Zhong Qingye pushed him away and roared sternly: "I care! I am not the Zhong Qingye you are waiting for. There is no need for you to stay by my side. I am just using you! I just
Do you understand that I am using you?!"
"I don't need to understand at all." Feng Jin stood up, his expression suddenly turned cold and stern. "A Qing, in fact, I also used you. We don't owe each other at all."
"You're using me? What can I do to use you? If you want me to feel at ease, you have to find a better reason!" Zhong Qingye sneered disdainfully and reached out to wipe the tears on his face, his expression extremely cold.
"I used you to get close to Qi Mo." Feng Jin suddenly smiled. "Ah Qing, in fact, it's not just you, even Qi Mo, who is as powerful as Qi Mo, has never figured out who I am."
Zhong Qingye's face was startled, and he suddenly realized that he might not be looking for a reason for her peace of mind. "What do you mean?"
The man who always wore white clothes and faded away the dust stood quietly in the warm yellow candlelight. The brilliance poured out and cast a warm sheen. He quietly turned his head. "Ah Qing, let's make a bet."
…
When Yan Zi came back, Feng Jin had already left. Zhong Qingye was sitting quietly on the bed wearing white clothes. The quilt only covered his thighs, leaving half of his body exposed.
Yan Zi was shocked, and hurriedly closed the door of the room, put the milk bird's nest on the small table, and hurriedly took a thick cloak and put it on her body, not forgetting to accuse: "Miss is still weak now.
, why don’t you pay attention to keeping warm? What should you do if you catch a cold?”
Zhong Qingye shook his head indifferently and gathered his cloak. "Where are the three girls?"
"They are all asleep. They have been very tired these past few days. When the prince saw you awake, he was afraid that too many people would disturb you, so he only wanted me to serve you." Yanzi put down his cloak and hurriedly brought the bird's nest porridge, and said carefully:
"I was careful not to let the porridge get cold. Miss has been sleeping for so many days, so she needs to eat something warm to avoid feeling uncomfortable in her stomach."
Zhong Qingye didn't want to eat anything, but seeing her caring expression and unwilling to refuse, he had to take it, scoop a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
"How's it going? Miss, I haven't had bird's nest porridge for a long time. I prepared it according to Miss's previous taste in the house. Is it still palatable?" Yan Zi stood aside and asked, half nervous and half worried.
"Well, it's delicious. I'm tired of you." Zhong Qingye smiled slightly, and his slightly swollen eyes were slightly bent, making him look a little pitiful.
In fact, the bird's nest does not taste good. There is too much milk and honey. Zhong Qingye never likes to eat anything that is too sweet. It is just a special preparation of grinding purple. On the contrary, this bowl of bird's nest is more palatable.
many.
As he ate, he felt really hungry. When people are hungry, they don't care about so many things. Zhong Qingye quickly drank a bowl of bird's nest porridge, grinding it into purple color as if he was happily eating something.
I was about to put away the dishes and go down, but I was unexpectedly stopped by Zhong Qingye again.
"Yanzi, go and find a brocade-colored box in the cabinet over there. It should be placed on the shelf in the room. Bring it to me."
Yanzi had no choice but to put down the bowl and chopsticks and run to find the box. Fortunately, Zhong Qingye didn't have many things, so he found it quickly. He took it in his hand and ran over, handing it to Zhong Qingye and saying, "Miss, what is this?"
Huh? It’s quite heavy.”
Zhong Qingye didn't answer, he just held it on his knees, gently unscrewed the button, and opened it, revealing a piece of jewels and jewels. Yan Zi was stunned as he stared at the box full of gold and silver jewelry, all of which were of top quality.
I'm afraid just picking one piece at random is enough for ordinary people to live a lifetime of food and clothing.
How did her young lady save so much private money?
Zhong Qingye didn't touch the jewelry, but took out a stack of silver notes from the bottom of the box and studied the numbers on them. My dear, they were all one thousand taels.
Zhong Qingye took ten of them in one breath, took Yanzi's hand and put it in her palm, forcibly closed her hand, and said lightly: "Take it for later use."
"Miss!" Yan Zi was horrified. She thought something big had happened. An ordinary family of four could only use less than fifteen taels of silver a month, but she was given a banknote of ten thousand taels as a spare? This
It’s outrageous to say it!
Zhong Qingye closed the brocade box and leaned sleepily on the soft cushion with his eyes half closed.
"Don't worry, it's not a big deal. It's just that I suddenly thought that you probably don't have much money around you. If you have something that's hard to deal with, take it first. Maybe you'll need it for emergencies."