morbidly addicted

Chapter 180 Tenderness in Time
Li Xiumei was still awake when Li Jingman arrived home, she opened the door lightly and went in, Fu Jingxing looked at her with a smile on her face.

"Why do you go back to your own house like a thief?"

Li Jingman made a silence gesture: "Keep down, don't wake them up."

She dragged Fu Jingxing back to her own room. Fu Jingxing looked down at her holding his little hand, with his lips pursed, and followed her back to the room.

This is the first time he has entered her room, so naturally he has to take a good look at her.

Little Fairy's room wasn't too big, it wasn't even as big as Fu's kitchen.

In such a small room, there are a dressing table, a wardrobe, a bed, and a window. There is a string of wind chimes hanging on the ceiling facing the window.

On the head of the bed, there is a Van Gogh-style oil painting with strong colors, which is in stark contrast to her other light-style decorations, but is extraordinarily harmonious.

Fu Jingxing's gaze paused on the oil painting, a strange brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he asked Li Jingman in a low voice, "You still keep it?"

Li Jingman looked over suspiciously: "Is there anything special about this painting?"

Fu Jingxing hugged her into his arms, his eyes were so hot that he almost wanted to eat her: "I gave you this."

Li Jingman looked up at the weird painting style, and was a little puzzled: "Which master is this work?"

Fu Jingxing said proudly, "I painted it."

Li Jingman: "..."

She glanced at the weird and distorted pattern again, and suddenly had some ominous premonition.

"What are you drawing?"

Fu Jingxing told her solemnly: "It's you."

Li Jingman: "...?"

He looked down at her, with joy floating on his beautiful face: "When you received this painting, you criticized it from the beginning to the end, and you were very disgusted. I thought you would throw it away, but unexpectedly, it was secretly hung at home. .”

Li Jingman looked at the twisted and weird thing again in disbelief, is this her?

Because she has no memory, she hasn't touched any items and furnishings in the room since she got home. Although she felt a little strange after seeing this painting, she thought she bought it to ward off evil spirits!
In the end, Fu Jingxing told her that this was his painting of her? ? ? ?
The little fairy's expression cracked briefly: "...how did you think of giving me such a gift?"

Fu Jingxing stared at the painting with pursed lips, and said in a proud tone, "It's Valentine's Day, Lu Zhuo said...cough, normally speaking, isn't it all about sending paintings on Valentine's Day?
It’s dishonest to buy from outside, so I drew a picture for you. "

Li Jingman silently glanced at the painting again, his heart was full: "Did I marry you at that time?"

The more Fu Jingxing looked at the painting, the more elated he became, his heart was surging and overflowing with joy.

He is not a person who likes restraint, he usually does whatever he wants, and today is no exception, he directly hugged him and kissed him hard.

"We were just getting on at that time."

Li Jingman pushed him away resolutely, and wiped his kissed face with his sleeve: "No wonder, if we get along long enough, I will tell you in person that this painting is ugly."

Fu Jingxing raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and smiled wickedly: "Honey, you did tell me in person that this painting was ugly."

Li Jingman: "..."

Fu Jingxing said again: "You don't like painting, but you still framed it and hung it up, which shows that the person who made the painting is very important to you."

He squeezed her chin, and stared down at the little fairy with a messy expression.

"You liked me at that time, definitely much more than I could imagine."

Li Jingman glanced at him in confusion, and then at the painting.

real or fake?Could it be that this man took advantage of her amnesia to make up stories to lie to her?

Or did she just feel that the room was too warm and lacked a scary evil spirit?
Fu Jingxing made a new discovery, and began to rummage through Li Jingman's room spontaneously, looking for traces related to him.

Li Jingman sat on the bed and stared at him speechlessly, but she was also a little curious in her heart, what kind of past did she have related to him.

While struggling to think that he wouldn't keep so many things related to him, he couldn't help but hope that he could really find some more.

It really made Fu Jingxing find out quite a few, but they were all a little strange.

A few postcards from strange countries, an ink-colored headband, and a necklace with a cat pendant.

The style of the pendant is very familiar, it is the cat living in the golden cage in Fu Jingxing's portrait.

Fu Jingxing took those things and explained them to her.

"These were sent to you when I was on a business trip...

This is what we bought when we were traveling...

I asked a designer in Milan to customize this according to your size, and you said you didn't like it, and you never wore it once..."

Li Jingman took those things to play with in confusion, but couldn't think of anything in his mind.

However, Fu Jingxing seemed to see the best and most harmonious time between the two of them through them.

He found another letter with no words on the cover in the drawer on Lijingman's dressing table. The little fairy was seriously playing with the necklace and studying it, so he opened the letter that should have belonged to her with confidence. .

Inside the envelope, four sticky notes fell first, and on them, the exact same words were written in the exact same font.

"Happy birthday, Li Jingman."

He was slightly taken aback, his eyes flashed a gloomy look, and then looked down.

It was a letter, a letter written in my own hand.

The delicate and generous handwriting is obviously different from the handwriting on those notes, and it looks like it was written by a little fairy.

Fu Jingxing scanned ten lines at a glance.

After watching him, his mood was extremely complicated, as if an old scar on his heart had been cut off with a knife.

The wound is gone, and all that remains is the self-blame and pain of regret.

In that letter, Little Fairy thanked the other party sincerely with simple sentences for not giving up and being with her during the period when she was at her lowest ebb, and then described her college life in a long and happy tone.

She said that she has gradually stepped out of the shadow of failing the college entrance examination, met new friends in college, and started a beautiful relationship.

Two-thirds of them are in the attitude of a girl in love, giving examples of some trivial matters, with a brisk and gentle tone.

Most of them were details that he hadn't even noticed, but she remembered them so clearly and relayed them in such a beautiful way.

There is no mention of rejection in every sentence, but every sentence is a tactful rejection.

It seems that through those words, people can see the innocent and beautiful girl back then.

That was his little fairy, his kind, gentle, wise little fairy.

She never thought of betraying him. After all, it was his distrust and suspicion of her that ruined everything between the two of them.

Fu Jingxing's eyes were full of pain, and the hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

Li Jingman regained consciousness from the necklace in his hand, looked at him suspiciously, and was about to say something.

There was a sound of opening the door outside, it was her mother getting up.

She swallowed the words that were on her lips, got up and walked out of the room.

Fu Jingxing folded the letter and put it back into the envelope, unbuttoned his suit jacket, solemnly put it in the left heart pocket, and put on his clothes again.

As for the four sticky notes, he held them in his hand and threw them away when he went out, and they fell lightly into the trash can one after another.

It's like never expressing it, but there is no chance anymore.

(End of this chapter)