Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 119 Feng Beiting, You Are in Bang Bang

With a slightly dazed expression, she withdrew her gaze and turned to walk towards the beach.

The sound of the waves is getting louder, and the sea breeze hits the body, which is different from the coolness in the urban area.

Jiang Yimian flicked his sleeves, put his hands back into the cuffs, and circled his arms in front of him, bouncing and continuing to walk forward.

The casual clothes Feng Beiting bought for her were all one size larger than what she normally wears.

It's not that he doesn't understand, it's that she's used to wearing clothes that are one size bigger, and she feels comfortable wearing them loosely.

Especially for long sleeves, the cuffs must not go over the back of the hands, so that she feels safe.

Not many people in the family know about this little habit, except for her third brother Jiang Lan.

But she didn't expect that Feng Beiting actually knew...

She went to the place where she and Feng Beiting made sand sculptures yesterday and sat down, with her arms around her knees, her eyes fell into the distance.

The black faded quickly, and the sea-sky junction gradually turned into a bluish white.

The sea breeze is a little cool on the body.

The fishy smell of seaweed floated from the sea surface, clinging to the mist, the world seemed to be a whole mass of wet nothingness.

The waves came in waves, leaving many small shells with strange shapes when they left.

Jiang Yimian picked one at random, and suddenly remembered the distress signal he had spelled out with shells, like the fine sand that was carried away by the waves, without any sound.

There was a faint sound of footsteps coming from behind, coming very slowly, as if walking a long and dull distance.

Feng Beiting sat down beside her, holding a small basket in his hand, which contained the breakfast he had just made.

He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her, "Why don't you ask me to come with you?"

Jiang Yimian took it and said, "I thought you were still asleep."

"I'm very diligent."

"But you drank last night." After a pause, she couldn't help but give him a blank look, "And trying to have sex."

"Mianmian, in fact, I don't drink too much."

"..."

It is also strong to be unreasonable.

Gently rubbing the rim of the cup with her fingertips, Jiang Yimian looked down at her blurred reflection in the coffee, and suddenly said, "Feng Beiting, let's have a good chat."

About him, about her, about them.

"I remember I told you about my family situation, but I never told you about myself.

Did I never formally mention Lin Sinan in front of you? "

Feng Beiting's hand holding the cup tightened, his expression became a little unnatural.

He tried his best to suppress the hostility in his eyes, and replied as calmly as possible, "...Yes."

"I've liked him since I was a student, watching him go from being single to hanging out in the flowers, then from a swinger, to finally living like a walking dead.

I used to think that I would always like him like this. "

"Mianmian..."

"I'll just say these words once, are you sure you want to interrupt me?" Her voice was soft and thin, like the footprints of seagulls on the beach.

"……you say."

Jiang Yimian lowered her head and took a sip of coffee, white smoke rose from the cup, she looked at the sea through the white smoke, her almond eyes were clouded, "My sense of morality is not stronger than that of a cat, but only when it comes to emotional matters , I like to be a little frank.

Like it, like it, don't like it, don't like it.

That day you asked me if you were enough to make me empathize, I wanted to reject you. "

But the sudden case prevented her from telling him in time.

For some reason, the word of refusal came too late, missing the moment when it should have appeared.

A faint light appeared at the junction of sea and sky, filled with mist.

Jiang Yimian looked away from the distant horizon, and continued, "Now I have a chance to reject you, but I don't want to say it."

Feng Beiting looked at her with frighteningly bright eyes.

His thin lips parted slightly, and he wanted to say something excitedly, but he was afraid of what she said just now, so he didn't dare to speak.

There are looming orange light spots on the sea level, and the waves are gentle, slender, and without spray.

The beams of light lazily cast down, illuminating the calm sea.

"I didn't understand why you brought me here, but I finally figured it out last night." He kidnapped her with an absolutely forceful attitude, but he got along with her honestly, even if she didn't want to accept it. If you don't face him day and night, under this kind of contrast, the heart defense is the easiest to overcome.

His mind was punctured, and Feng Beiting didn't make any excuses.

She was right.

"Mianmian, you like Lin Sinan, you can pursue him according to your heart, you have a lot of time together, but I don't." He can only approach her in this way.

In this wrong way, it left the deepest imprint on her heart.

Facts have proved that this method is effective.

In those years when they had no contact and never met, she remembered him for three full years.

"Mianmian, you can say that it's because I'm unwilling, or that I have a problem in my heart, anyway, I just did it."

His words were domineering and unreasonable, but his actions showed a trace of caution. He grabbed her sleeve and only used two fingers, just like she did to him that night.

She failed to warm him that night, but today he softened her heart.

"Feng Beiting, what I'm going to say next may be cruel, you can choose not to listen."

"……you say."

She doesn't like him and he can bear it, what could be more cruel than this!
Apart from this, he didn't even have any other pain to show for it.

"I don't think I like Lin Sinan that much anymore, but I can't let go of that feeling, the feeling I've invested in for several years, overnight, can you understand?"

"...Mmm." Feng Beiting nodded with difficulty.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he still tried his best to suppress the evil fire in his heart and said to her, "Mianmian, there is nothing wrong with you liking Lin Sinan."

That person is not unworthy of her liking.

"You..." Jiang Yimian blinked in astonishment, as if she just knew him.

From the day she fell in love with Lin Sinan, everyone said she was wrong, and her family persuaded her to give up, they all said she shouldn't fall in love with Lin Sinan.

But she doesn't understand, how can there be right or wrong in liking someone.

She didn't expect that the first person who affirmed her feelings would be Feng Beiting.

It was him...

Her eyes were a little sore, she turned her head hastily, and buried her face in her knees.

When she spoke again, her voice sounded muffled, "Feng Beiting, thank you."

He touched her head and patted it gently.

Drawing little skulls with her hand on the beach, Jiang Yimian was silent for a long time before saying, "Feng Beiting, to tell you the truth, I seem to like you."

"Mianmian!" Feng Beiting finally couldn't restrain the rage in his heart, and hugged her, shaking the coffee in her hand slightly.

His eyes were as intense as fire.

Those eyes were bright and deep, with a predestined beauty.

"Really, really?!" He looked unbelievable, "Then why didn't you say it last night?"

"I didn't think about it last night..."

She originally thought that not speaking was the best decision.

But after seeing the injuries on his body last night, she suddenly realized that from the day he fell in love with her, the balance had been broken, and there was no such thing as a good decision for both of them.

"Then, when did you fall in love with me?"

"Actually, on the day I celebrated your birthday, I had a very weird feeling in my heart." She raised her hand to touch her heart, and suddenly smiled, "When you approach me, there is a thumping jump here, and in the thumping The person, is you.

The person you see in your eyes is also you. "

So she felt that she liked him.

Gently pushing him away, Jiang Yimian lowered her eyes and continued to play with the fine sand at her feet, "Listen to me first...

"I have feelings for you, but I'm not sure how long this feeling will last.

You can't let me stay here for the rest of my life, leaving this small island, there are Jiang's family and Feng's family, we have to face too much.

Between you and the Jiang family, I will choose the latter. "

It was cruel, but she had to say it anyway.

The hands that helped her gather the sand stopped, and Feng Beiting had a feeling of "so it was".

No wonder—

She had made that promise herself last night.

"Don't talk about those things, just talk about ourselves." She said word by word, "There is a disease in psychology called 'Stockholm Syndrome', have you heard of it?"

She was worried about her feelings for him, mixed with this mixed emotion.

She needs time and space to figure it out and think it through.

Knowing what she meant, Feng Beiting couldn't help but froze. He clenched the hand holding the fine sand tightly, and after a while, he loosened it weakly.

The fine sand slowly flowed down between the fingers, like some feelings that he couldn't control and keep.

Looking at the empty palm, Feng Beiting said in a hoarse voice, "Mianmian, I'll take you home."

Jiang Yimian was slightly taken aback.

She didn't appear surprised, not deliberately concealing her inner excitement, but really not very surprised.

After last night, she felt inexplicably certain.

Feng Beiting...

The hardest thing to harden on her was that heart.

The sun has jumped above the horizon, and the sea is shining golden.

At that moment, she felt that Feng Beiting was like the sun, not only himself, he could make everything with a brilliant halo, be as honest as gold, without any shiny deceit.

She smiled brightly, turned her head and continued to draw the little skull, her fingertips holding the coffee cup felt warm.

She thought, the so-called heartbeat is sometimes the lingering warmth of a cup of coffee.

"Look! The sun is rising!

What a nice view……"

"Ah, you too.

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　　ps: The third watch is over~ Come, come, open your mouth, and feed you sweets~ Although it is not clear that we are together, but Su Mianmian let go~ Do you naively think that Feng Simei will not be able to confess Mianmian? If I get sick again, I tell you it’s impossible O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　When I was writing primary school, I thought I liked her so much, she was so soft and cute, so cute. Later, when I wrote books, I felt that she was soft and sassy, ​​and she could do everything. I wish I could be like her. And now when I write Mianmian, I feel that I am passionate again O(∩_∩)O haha~ If you like it, say it boldly, don’t be muddled, occasionally narcissistic makes people want to laugh, and occasionally frankly self-deprecating, but more than anyone else strong~
　　
　
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