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Zhang Yao went around the kitchen, but she didn't see any trace of cooking, so she reckoned that Shen Zhifei didn't eat anything at night.

I opened the refrigerator and took a look. It was all fresh and there was nothing suitable for cooking porridge.

Zhang Yao returned to the living room, picked up the key that Shen Zhifei left on the coffee table and went out.

Shen Zhifei's house is located at the junction of the old city and the new city. It was supposed to be demolished, but it was canceled for some reason.

There are not many high-rise buildings in this neighborhood. Every household is a single building, the highest of which is no more than four floors. Standing on the roof of the bungalow, you can see the central landmark in the distance, and the view is very good.

On one side of the road facing the street is a snack bar, on the other side is a small supermarket and various small shops selling clothes and shoes.The things are very real, you get what you pay for, and the quality is not necessarily inferior to those high-end goods in commercial centers.

Zhang Yao found the small supermarket without much effort and bought some rice for porridge.Shen Zhifei probably didn't taste much in his mouth when he woke up, so it would be best to eat some light porridge.

When Zhang Yao picked up the key according to the shape of the keyhole, she felt a line of sight behind her, staring at her very uncomfortably. When she turned her head, she saw a middle-aged woman who seemed to be taking her grandson out for a walk. She glanced here from time to time .

Neighbor?Probably because I have never met myself before, so it is reasonable to be a little curious.

Zhang Yao lowered her head and opened the door and went in.

Shen Zhifei on the sofa did not know when she woke up. When Zhang Yao entered the door, she was sitting on the sofa in a daze, with an imperceptible depression in her mood.

Zhang Yao was almost frightened by her, "Why don't you sleep?"

Shen Zhifei suddenly raised his head, the gloom on his face was swept away, and the corners of his eyes and brows instantly showed an unconcealable joy.

With a thought in Zhang Yao's mind, she probably guessed why this person was so depressed just now.

"Think I'm leaving?" Zhang Yao put the key back in front of Shen Zhifei, "I used it without permission, sorry."

Shen Zhifei really wanted to pull out her eyes and grow them on Zhang Yao's body. Her eyes kept swinging from side to side as she walked. Hearing her polite and alienated tone, she felt a little blocked, and said sullenly, "You're welcome, just use it as you like."

To avoid embarrassment, Zhang Yao stayed in the kitchen while cooking the porridge until the porridge was ready. She took out a small bowl and served it to Shen Zhifei in the living room.

In fact, Shen Zhifei had no taste in her mouth and no appetite at all, but when Zhang Yao came in with a bowl, her eyes still lit up.

The glutton in the stomach seems to be easily aroused by a bowl of porridge, which is quite miraculous.

Shen Zhifei drank most of the bowl when there was a knock on the door.

Shen Zhifei put down the bowl, his smile disappeared, and he shook Zhang Yao's hand when he got up.

It's true that their house is a big iron gate, but this movement really made Zhang Yao wonder if Shen Zhifei borrowed usury outside and didn't pay it back.

"Go to the bedroom first." Shen Zhifei said, "Try not to come out."

Zhang Yao wanted to ask if she needed help, but the request in Shen Zhifei's eyes forced her to nod.

Zhang Yao walked in, and Shen Zhifei closed the bedroom door.

It was noisy outside, Shen Zhifei's bedroom was well soundproofed, so that Zhang Yao could only vaguely hear a woman's voice, mixed with the crying of children and the yelling of men.

Shen Zhifei looked at the uninvited guests standing at the door with a blank expression, and put his foot against the door, as if he didn't intend to let them in.

"Xiao Fei, my aunt said it's borrowing, borrowing!" The woman raised her voice, making Shen Zhifei a little nauseous, "No borrowing."

Shen Zhifei's second aunt widened her eyes, looked at Shen Zhifei like a monster, and said in a shrill voice, "Shen Zhifei, that's your uncle!"

Unhappily, Shen Zhifei actually wanted to laugh.

Her own uncle, her father's own brother, abandoned the option of her brother without hesitation between her brother and Qian.

"You're still laughing! You little heartless one! When I was a child, I spent a lot of time eating at our house." She chattered endlessly, and pulled the young man next to her, "Look, this is your sister! There is no human touch at all!"

The man glanced at his mother, said nothing, and gave Shen Zhifei a rather helpless look.

Reasoning with his mother is playing the piano against a cow, and he really can't help it.

Shen Zhifei looked at her second aunt, as if looking at an innocent child.

She said flatly: "I said no to borrow, and it's useless for you to make trouble."

The woman seemed to change her face, and she burst into tears without rain, causing the neighbors to poke their heads to watch the excitement.

"Old Shen, look at what evil you have done!" She cried and patted her thigh, "Xiao Fei won't recognize anyone now that she is well-off! Her uncle is sick and she won't pay any money." Give it a cure!"

The neighbors suddenly heard rustling discussions.

Others were puzzled by the twists and turns inside, so they poked others' spines recklessly.

Shen Zhifei's face was livid, and the veins on the back of the hand holding the doorknob were bulging and trembling violently.

"If you make trouble again, I'll call the police." She took a few deep breaths, resisting the feeling that she was about to vomit, and pointed outside, "Get out."

Suppressing his anger, it was as if a word was squeezed out between his teeth.

Then Shen Zhifei slammed the door, and the big iron door made a loud noise.

The woman's noisy voice lasted for a few minutes, knocking on the door occasionally, and finally stopped.

Shen Zhifei turned around and leaned against the door panel, and slowly slid to sit on the ground, not caring how dirty the ground was, wrapped his hands around his knees, and buried his head in.

Zhang Yao stood in the yard with an unpredictable expression.

She came out just now when she heard the woman's cry. Although Shen Zhifei told her not to come out, she also said, try, try not to come out.

Worried more than obedient, Zhang Yao left the bedroom on her own initiative, and heard the woman crying clearly, Zhang Yao probably figured out what was going on.

She was a little puzzled as to why Shen Zhifei was so cold-hearted, even if her uncles begged him, she was unwilling to save others, but she didn't believe that Shen Zhifei was unfilial or stingy at all.

She intuitively felt that there was a reason why Shen Zhifei was like this.

Then she saw Shen Zhifei sitting on the ground. She wanted to go over and let her in, after all, he was still running a fever, but just as she took a step, she saw her shoulders shrugged slightly, and the suppressed sobs came from her. Come.

Zhang Yao felt as if someone had grabbed her heart, contracting bit by bit, painful and swollen.

Zhang Yao sighed silently, feeling a little inexplicable annoyance in her heart.

Shen Zhifei never understood that Zhang Yao was the one who was most qualified to accompany her when she was down and down.

She walked up to comfort Shen Zhifei.

As soon as the outstretched hand touched Shen Zhifei, she swung it away with a great reaction.

"Why—" Zhang Yao was almost thrown out by her, and she staggered a step before she stood still.

Before she had time to get angry, she saw Shen Zhifei rushing into the room like a gust of wind, and then the sound of her violent retching came from the bathroom window.

Zhang Yao's fire that hadn't come up instantly turned into worry, and she followed into the house.

Shen Zhifei vomited until the sky was dark, tears fell down drop by drop, I don't know if it was physical discomfort or psychological, anyway, she is in a very bad state now.

The physical discomfort reached a point where Shen Zhifei felt as if he had been fished out of the water. He was sweating uncontrollably all over his body, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and the beating organ in his chest seemed to be It's like jumping straight out.

I really want to pass out on the spot.

She rarely shows her vulnerable side to others, and it seems that her pride and self-esteem are particularly important in front of Zhang Yao, even if everyone can see her distress, only Zhang Yao can't.

But this time Zhang Yao saw it, and saw it clearly.

Does she think that she is really that kind of heartless and cold-blooded person?

After Shen Zhifei vomited, he braced his knees for a while, then straightened up, rinsed his mouth and washed his face at the sink.

As soon as he turned his head, he almost ran into Zhang Yao again.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her head, "You have seen it all."

"Hmm." Zhang Yao walked over, took out a tissue from the sink, raised Shen Zhifei's chin with her left hand, and gently wiped the falling water droplets along the contour of Shen Zhifei's face with her right hand.

Zhang Yao's wrist should have been sprayed with perfume. After the smell of hot pot dissipated, a faint pine fragrance lingered on the tip of Shen Zhifei's nose. With her chin held by her cool fingertips, Shen Zhifei swallowed involuntarily.

Zhang Yao paused for wiping her hands, then continued wiping as if nothing had happened.

Shen Zhifei didn't know where to look, so he simply drooped his eyes and stared at Zhang Yao's ruddy lips.

It would take a long time to explain what happened just now, and Shen Zhifei really didn't want to mention that disgusting thing now.

She pursed her lips, looking like she had no intention of confessing.

Zhang Yao patiently wiped her face, threw the tissue into the trash can, and looked back at Shen Zhifei, without a trace of emotion in her eyes.

She knew that Shen Zhifei needed time to slow down, and she had an intuition that pushing too hard would only make Shen Zhifei stay far away.

"I'll go back first." Zhang Yao said.

Seeing Zhang Yao's expressionless face, Shen Zhifei was a little flustered. She was afraid that Zhang Yao would misunderstand her. She didn't want Zhang Yao to think too badly of what happened just now or herself.

When Zhang Yao was about to leave, her wrist was held by a moderate force, the warm, wet palm.

She looked all the way along Shen Zhifei's hand, and saw Shen Zhifei's scarlet eyes, the anxiety inside was undisguised.

Shen Zhifei said, "I'll explain it to you, give me some time..."

"Okay." Zhang Yao nodded without breaking away from Shen Zhifei's hand.

She has given Shen Zhifei eight years, what difference does it make if one more day is less?

At least in the next few days, she has hope. She has waited for the past eight years, such hopeless eight years.

It doesn't hurt to wait a little longer.

Shen Zhifei opened his mouth and closed it again, then slowly let go of his hands, clasped his hands together cautiously, "I'll see you off."

Zhang Yao looked at her face and seemed to have relieved a little, so she nodded, "Yes."