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Because the youthful aura of Tong Yicheng is too strong.
He does not look like a man like Fu Tingyao who is ups and downs in the fame and fortune market.
Because he carries a kind of pure wildness, she was unknowingly unearthed her original emotional reaction.
But surprisingly, it¡¯s a little relaxing.
She lowered her head and couldn't explain what complicated thoughts were in her mind. "Keep bowing, there are still two places that have not been dealt with." In fact, many places on his body have been scabbed, but there are indeed new injuries. It looks like I probably got it while I was out today.
"Is racing dangerous?"
"It's very refreshing." Tong Yicheng did not answer her question directly. "It's really refreshing. It can make people forget everything. There is only the sound of the wind and the goal that needs to be reached."
It is a very pure sport.
Somehow, even though she knew that this sport was really dangerous, Jian Ning actually felt a little yearning for it at this moment.
"It's actually a very beautiful thing to keep working hard towards your goal." She finished applying the last wound on his body, "Okay, you can stand up straight."
Tong Yicheng moved very quickly and was caught off guard.
Suddenly she was a head taller than Jian Ning, making her look extremely petite.
Jian Ning looked at his generous back with some astonishment. For some reason, her face was getting hotter and hotter. She simply got up and went to the kitchen, "I'll go take a look at the pot."
As soon as she turned into the room, she couldn't wait to stand still and patted her face. She was really crazy.
In front of him, I kept blushing.
Even if you are sure in your heart that he is not Fu Tingyao, you still can't avoid the fact that you imagine him and Fu Tingyao, and then you can't help but think about Fu Tingyao's youth. If there is no Fu family in his growth trajectory, there won't be so many twists and turns. If Fu Tingyao at that time was as young and frivolous as Tong Yicheng?
Doing what you like with concentration and enthusiasm.
Jian Ning took the pot down and looked at the boiling ingredients. She suddenly felt that cooking was like being a human being. It was just a pot of stew. Different things came together to create more colorful flavors.
When I looked up, I saw the sausage he had cut.
This is something that ordinary people would smoke every year during the Chinese New Year. Her mother used to like to make it too. When Jian Ning got closer and smelled it, tears came out instantly.
She is really unfilial.
It¡¯s now here, and I have said that I will let go a thousand times, but the man I miss most in my heart is actually Fu Tingyao.
Especially now that she saw something related to her mother, Jian Ning wanted to stab herself to death with a knife. Maybeleaving here is not the most urgent thing right now. Going to the place where I lived with my mother first is the most important thing.
We can¡¯t delay it any longer.
She believed that it must be her mother's arrangement for her to come here and be rescued.
She never blamed her.
But because she lacked the courage, she never went to the grave.
Jian Ning put the dishes out and became even more anxious after going out. "Where is my phone?" She frowned, "I want to ask something."
"I still fantasize that I am the young mistress of the Fu family." Tong Yicheng's smile was sarcastic, "Who do you want to call? What do you want to ask?" He looked helpless as if he had picked up a lunatic, and his expression was clearly filled with emotion. Contempt and ridicule could not make Jian Ning feel disgusted, "To tell you the truth, my mother is from this village. I want to visit her grave, but I need to ask where her grave is."
"Do you have a bad relationship?" Tong Yicheng suddenly asked.
"It's not" She just didn't dare to really face it.
But now, what right does she have to complain about Fu Tingyao? The person who should complain the most should not be herself.
After all, she is her daughter. No matter what others do, she should not do anything to herself that would be disrespectful to her mother. She must miss her after so many days.
"It's me who is unfilial," she said again.
"What is your mother's name?" Tong Yicheng asked, "There is no one in this village that I don't know. If you are a local, I will have an impression as long as you tell me your name."
Jian Ning was a little surprised, "Tong Yingrong, have you heard of her?"
"Of course." Tong Yicheng looked at her even more strangely than before.He was very attentive and quickly brought the food in her hand over, "Sit down, sit down." He reluctantly said, "If you really want to think of yourself as Jian Ning, then I will take you to her mother's grave." Let¡¯s take a look.¡± He muttered, ¡°I¡¯ve never seen someone with such a strong sense of empathy. Not only does he treat himself as someone else¡¯s family, but he also treats other people¡¯s mothers as his own mother.¡±
Jian Ning: ""
She didn¡¯t expect that he still thought she was too involved in the drama.
"But don't worry, I will take you there." Tong Yicheng looked very confident and tried to comfort her.
Jian Ning automatically ignored it, "Do you really know where it is?"
"Of course." Tong Yicheng said, "Some people said she was my mother-in-law before." He said, "In Tongcun, no one knows Fu Tingyao's family better than me." He looked at her, "That's the news The woman I fucked didn¡¯t have a straight face, otherwise I could see what the real Jian Ning looks like.¡±
After all, he just didn¡¯t believe her.
Jian Ning no longer takes this matter seriously. She is more concerned about whether he really knows about her mother's tomb. "Can you take me there?"
"Well, let's eat first."
The spoon he held in his hand had already been stuffed into his mouth, and he looked at her helplessly, "Sit down?"
Jian Ning was once again led astray by his eyes, and her whole thoughts couldn't help but follow him, "Well, let's eat first."
It was getting very late outside, so there was no point in her persistence.
I guess what I have to do will have to wait until tomorrow.
Jian Ning lowered her head and took a few mouthfuls of food. Tong Yicheng saw the opportunity and put a piece of smoked sausage into her small bowl. Jian Ning ate it directly into her mouth without noticing, and then her pupils suddenly dilated, "Huh?! "
"Is it delicious?" Tong Yicheng looked proud. He was probably used to using a spoon when eating. Now he put it to his mouth and kept looking at her cutely.
The key is that he doesn¡¯t seem to know it yet.
Facing this situation, Jian Ning really couldn't feel any bad emotions - he looked so much like Fu Jia.
She really misses that child.
"It's so delicious that you cry?" Tong Yicheng looked puzzled, "Although Aunt Wang's smoked sausage is delicious, it's not so delicious, right?"
"No." Jian Ning was about to laugh out loud at him. She raised her hand and slapped him. Unexpectedly, she hit the newly treated wound on his arm. She wiped away all the iodine she had just applied. Tong Yicheng was waiting for his death. He looked at her with closed eyes and bared teeth, "Sorry, sorry." The tears that were about to escape her eyes were instantly suppressed by this scene, and she quickly ran over to get the medical kit, "I'll disinfect you again."
"That's weird." Tong Yicheng suddenly said as he watched her running around.
"What's weird?" Jian Ning looked at him, lowered her head and put the cotton swab on his wound.
"This wound didn't hurt before, but when you come, it will hurt" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com