Rebirth of Atonement

A week later, Feng Zhe was discharged from the hospital.

His stepmother and younger sister came to pick him up, but as he expected, Feng Shiyan didn't come.

At this time, even if it is inappropriate to say that he has changed his past, Feng Zhe knew the attitude of reprimand. He recalled that he had rarely needed others to worry about, so he was rarely reprimanded by Feng Shiyan attitude towards.

On weekdays, most of them are just working relationships like machines running.

Unlike ordinary father and son who can communicate directly and simply follow who is an example and who is hoped for, even if a stepmother is used as the glue in it, it will not help. There is indeed something missing between them. Such an incomplete relationship.

Family affection in terms of ethical cognition is not the same as real experience. Feng Zhe knows how to deal with the world smoothly, but once it involves the true feelings, he always feels that he cannot understand them accurately.

All these, he can only make up for by pretending to be close.

From getting on the car to getting off the car, the bodyguards helped him get off or get up from the wheelchair, and Feng Qing who volunteered to push the wheelchair behind him.

"Brother, because it is inconvenient for you to go up and down the stairs, we have tidied up the guest room on the first floor and plan to let you recuperate there temporarily before you recover." Feng Qing said.

"How is it cleaned up?" Feng Zhe was a little curious.

Soon, Feng Zhe saw the room that Feng Qing had specially tidied up——

The cleaning was clean, and the necessary supplies were moved to the room and placed neatly. The floor was covered with anti-fall cushions, and there were no fragile items. Even the height of the bed was adjusted to the height of the wheelchair. from the height.

It's just the pink curtains and the bed, and what's up with the Hello Kitty pillow at the head of the bed?

"I want to make it warmer, because... because I heard that the place is very cold and scary..." Feng Qing was talking about the basement of the abandoned villa, "That pillow... you can hug it when you sleep..."

Feng Zhe's expression is a bit helpless, what should I say, even if he really needs a pillow, it's not for this kind of cuteness, but he understands Feng Qing's intentions, and he's not very fussy, but...

"Can I change to Doraemon next time?" Feng Zhe asked.

"Huh? Do you like Doraemon?" Feng Qing was a little surprised.

It's not, it's just that blue helps sleep.

In fact, ten years later, Feng Zhe has moved out of this house, and he no longer sees his parents often. Although he will contact him when he is free, since Feng Qing went abroad to study, his contact with Feng Qing has become very little. It seems that even the Internet or telephone have become superfluous decorations.

It seems that from a certain day, his always so clingy sister suddenly became estranged from him, or she finally matured and no longer depended on others, or Feng Zhe had become no longer a brother So reliable.

That's right, the person who leads such a big company is always wandering between different women. If it sounds good, it's romantic and unrestrained, but if it's bad, it's a chaotic private life. Being reliable in career doesn't mean being reliable emotionally. It is also understandable for someone close to you to lose trust.

He didn't deliberately cover up all of this, and he couldn't settle down from the bottom of his heart, even if he made a promise, he couldn't convince himself.

After eating together, Feng Qing went to class.

"I'm late." After that came Jian Tianqi in a hurry, panting a bit.

"I didn't know you were gone until I went to the hospital, so I came here." Jian Tianqi walked into Feng Zhe's room and stood beside him, "I forgot to tell you before I came, it was my aunt who asked someone to prescribe it for me." door, she just went out."

"Can't the plaster cast be removed? It will be very inconvenient, such as when eating..." Jian Tianqi frowned.

"What's the matter, do you want to feed me?" Feng Zhe teased him habitually.

"Who wants to feed you?" Jian Tianqi blushed, but said in a tone of pretended complaints, "Don't you have a servant? You still want me to serve you?"

"There's nothing wrong with being whimsical." Feng Zhe said.

"Even though you're a patient, don't always think about making progress." Jian Tianqi tried hard to put on a serious expression to teach him a lesson, but when he saw Feng Zhe's bed clearly, Jian Tianqi's expression couldn't hold back at all, "Pff—— What's the matter with this bed?"

"Is this really your bed?" Jian Tianqi walked over to Feng Zhe's bed in a few steps, picked up the corner of the quilt and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, "There is a pattern of Hello Kitty on it?"

Feng Zhe didn't speak, and his expression became serious.

"Are you angry? I'm just kidding," Jian Tianqi stopped laughing, and he was especially guilty when treating patients, "I won't laugh at your taste anymore."

Feng Zhe turned the wheelchair around, not looking at Jian Tianqi.

"Don't, don't be angry, I promise you never again..." Jian Tianqi walked up to Feng Zhe and took a look, only to find that Feng Zhe was not angry at all.

"Am I such an easily angry person?" Feng Zhe didn't hold back, and even laughed out loud.

"Okay, are you kidding me?" Jian Tianqi felt very ashamed, so he scratched Feng Zhe's itch in revenge, "I'll make you laugh!"

"No, it hurts..." Feng Zhe laughed until all the wounds on his body hurt.