Bunch of grass

While the young man with dark green hair and the white coat were having a heated debate about the relationship between buttocks and orthopedics, two young men stood outside the US Tennis Center. The man with tea-blond hair looked at the mobile phone in his hand from time to time, frowning slightly , while the man standing beside him wearing a white peaked cap put his hands into his trouser pockets, looked around, with a bored expression on his face.

The man swiped across the phone screen and dialed the phone number again. After a long time, it was still the mechanical female voice: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later."

"Hey, Minister, are you sure you have an appointment with her to wait at this door?" The man in the peaked cap raised his hand to support the brim of his hat, and looked at the tea-blonde man with amber cat eyes.Even after so long, he still hasn't changed his name for this person.

"Ah." The man called "Minister" responded concisely.

"But everyone in the stadium is gone." The man in the cap shrugged his shoulders, and turned his head to look at the empty steps.

"Yes." The minister responded lightly.

Knowing his minister's temperament, the man in the peaked cap stopped talking, found a lawn and sat down, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and started to chat with his girlfriend on the other side of the ocean. After a while, the man seemed to think of something , he looked up at the minister standing not far away, and said, "Minister, I saw that guy."

When the minister heard the words, his expression changed slightly, and he said, "Oh? He also came to watch the game." He naturally knew who the guy the man was referring to was.

"If you win this game, then his opponent in the next game will be you." The man took out a can of grape-flavored PONTA as if by magic, opened it, took a sip, and said.

"Yeah." The minister returned to his usual icy face, responded lightly, dialed the number for the fifth time, and after a long time, just as he was about to hang up, the other party picked up the phone, "Hello? "

A man's voice, and this voice is not unfamiliar.

The minister frowned even more. He moved the phone away from his ear and looked at the display screen. It was undoubtedly the phone number of the person he was looking for, but... the minister put the phone back to his ear and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Huh?" The tone of the other party's reply rose slightly, and then he said, "Your name is Bingshan? Are you this girl's boyfriend?" He spoke fluent English.

The minister's frown could kill several flies. He glanced around and asked again: "Who are you?" And who is that iceberg?He swallowed the question, but didn't ask it.

The other party said "Hey" and said, "How do you become a boyfriend? After answering the phone, you didn't ask about your girlfriend's situation, but kept asking who I am? Are you a fool?"

The phone was hung up, and the minister who was dubbed a "fool" for no reason narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"Ah Nasa... Minister, are you sure you took care of her because of her mother's request and your mother's order?" A sly smile flashed in the black cat's eyes.

The surrounding temperature instantly dropped a lot, and the man in the peaked cap shivered, only to hear a clear voice ringing in his ears: "Echizen..."

The man in the peaked cap refused without thinking: "No! Absolutely not!" He squeezed the empty can in his hand and sent out

"Then I'll go by myself." The minister stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket, turned around and walked towards the parking spot.

"..." Didn't he punish himself for running laps?Echizen looked at the minister's back in surprise, turning his dark green cat's eyes slightly, threw the crushed soda can into the trash can beside him, and quickly followed, "Well, it's okay to go with the minister. it does not matter."

On the other end of the radio wave, the young man with dark green hair stuffed the hung up mobile phone into his trouser pocket while muttering in his heart: This person's voice sounds familiar.Turning around, he saw the sketchbook in the back seat of the car, his eyes flickered, as if he remembered something, he stretched out his hand to open the car door, and leaned over to take out the sketchbook.

Sliding his fingertips across the cover, the young man looked up and glanced around, lowered his head and looked down, and turned to the first page. It was a self-portrait in pencil. The person in the painting was obviously younger than her now. The girl had pretty short hair, There is a bit of delicacy between the eyebrows, although there are only a few strokes, it is also very vivid.

The young man frowned slightly, and turned from the end of the sketchbook. Unsurprisingly, the person who caught his eyes was the tea-blonde man who had just lashed out at Fang Qiu on the field. The young man's eyes lit up, and he finally understood what he just picked up. Who made the call, but isn't that person married?Could it be that an unknown extramarital affair developed in a foreign country?

Flipping through a few more pages, it was still the same person. The young man gave two "tsk tsk" and raised his hand to touch his chin. He seemed to have discovered a secret.

Continue to turn forward, suddenly, he was taken aback, and worried that he might have misunderstood, put the sketchbook under his eyelids, lifted the sunglasses up, although it was a charcoal drawing, but he was familiar with the person in the painting The accuracy is no less than looking at himself in the mirror. He knows that the finished product of this painting appeared in the advertisement he shot two or three months ago.Is this a copy?She is a painter?His eyes moved down slightly, but he saw a date left in the lower right corner, and he couldn't help being stunned again.This date coincides with the date when he shot the advertisement, which means that when she painted this painting, the advertisement had not yet been broadcast in major media.

Who is she?The young man closed his sketchbook, looked up at the hospital door, and frowned slightly, as if he was recalling the people who appeared at the scene when the advertisement was filmed.

Holding the X-ray film and some medicines prescribed for bruises in a white coat, Feng Ling walked out of the hospital and looked up for the young man with dark green hair who came out one step earlier. He wanted to get back his mobile phone and sketchbook, but he saw him standing in the car Beside the black off-road vehicle, there was a dazed look on her face, Feng Ling was slightly startled, and wanted to walk a few steps faster, but the pain from her hip stopped her from doing so.

Feng Ling slowly moved to the side of the car, seeing the young man holding her sketchbook in her hand, her thoughts seemed to drift away to the sky, she raised the X-ray film in her hand, and shook it in front of the young man.

The young man came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Feng Ling, and raised his eyebrows: "Yo, are you ready?"

Feng Ling nodded, and stretched out her right hand towards the young man, with the palm facing upwards.

The young man glanced down, then raised his head: "How much does it cost?" As he spoke, he took out his wallet from his pocket.

Feng Ling was taken aback, she looked at the bulging wallet in the young man's hand, frowned slightly, instantly understood the meaning of the young man's words, rolled her eyes angrily, and said, "Please return my sketchbook to me. "The word "I" is very clear.

The young man frowned again, his eyes fell on the sketchbook in his hand, he nodded, and handed over the sketchbook as promised, Feng Ling thanked him, took the sketchbook, and put it together with the kraft paper envelope containing the X-ray film. She hugged her chest, and slowly moved towards the direction of the co-pilot, but was blocked by a hand. She looked up, and saw the young man took out something from his trouser pocket and handed it to her. It was the mobile phone she was looking for, but how could it get out of his trouser pocket.

Seemingly understanding the doubts on Feng Ling's face, the young man explained: "I just picked it up from the co-pilot and I'm going to send it to you."

"Well, thank you." Feng Ling thanked him, but when she saw more than a dozen US dollars with a denomination of one hundred yuan handed over, she was stunned, looked up at him, her pretty face was slightly cold, "What do you mean?"

"Medical expenses." The young man explained.

Fengling took a step back while holding the phone, and said, "Sir, it's because of my own fault that I was injured. I don't need your medical expenses or compensation. Can you send me to the hospital and find a doctor for me?" I am very grateful for the good doctor, please take back the money."

The young man glanced at Feng Ling in surprise, smiled slightly, stuffed the money into his trouser pocket, and said, "Sorry, I misunderstood."

The expression on Fengling's face eased slightly, she lowered her head, and slid her fingers across the phone interface. When she opened the call record, she was taken aback, and then looked up at the young man standing in front of her.

"I answered it for you." The young man shrugged his shoulders and said, "But the other party didn't say anything, just hung up." He had selective amnesia that he was the first to hang up the phone just now.

Feng Ling responded faintly, and called back. After waiting for a while, the call was connected, and a male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello..."

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, it seemed to be very different from the voice of the person in her impression, she hesitated for a moment, and finally matched the voice with the person in her memory, and whispered: "... Echizen?"

"Huh?" There was a reply in my ear, very close.

Feng Ling followed the sound and looked at the astonishment on the face of the dark green-haired young man in surprise. She blinked her eyes, and only heard the voice from the other end of the phone: "Miss Xiaoling."

"Are you with Tezuka?" Feng Ling came back to her senses and asked.At this time, English is converted to Japanese.

Hearing this, the young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly and curved into a beautiful arc. Feng Ling's words seemed to verify one of his thoughts, and he seemed to know where his little one was at this time.This game seems to be very interesting to watch.

"Well, the minister is driving." Echizen replied, as if someone was talking on the other end of the phone. After a while, Echizen asked, "Miss Xiaoling, the minister asked where you are?"

"At...the Special Surgery Hospital." Feng Ling said with some embarrassment.

"Hospital?" Echizen's voice rose slightly, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence, "Miss Xiaoling, are you pregnant?" In his opinion, is it right for a girl of Fengling's age to go to the hospital? Pregnancy is preparation for miscarriage.

"..." Tic Tac Toe climbed onto the back of Feng Ling's head one after another. What kind of stuff is this girl pretending to be in her head? Are you going to the surgery hospital to see the gynecology department?She clearly heard the sneer of the dark green haired youth standing beside her.

"How many months? Who is the child's father?" Through the radio waves, Echizen seemed to sense the shyness in Fengling's heart, so he asked cautiously in a soft tone.

"You're just pregnant, your whole family is pregnant, and you're still an ectopic pregnancy!" Fengling cursed angrily in Chinese, and she didn't care if Echizen Ryoma on the other end of the phone could understand.

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