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The sound of light breathing, for no reason, made Shi Fangman quickly realize that it was not Yan Zheng.

A gentle and friendly female voice asked, "Who are you?"

21:12:07

Car accident

Six or seven o'clock is the peak time, and when Fangman hurried to the hospital, it was already close to eight o'clock. He followed the location the woman said on the phone and ran directly to the east side of the sixteenth floor of the inpatient department. Turning the corner, I saw three or two nurses gathered in the corridor, looking up in his direction.

"Hello, is Yan Zheng here?"

A little nurse pointed him to a ward beside him: "Yes, the patient is here and is still resting."

She pointed to the opposite side again, and signaled: "The family members go to the lounge next to it, and you can say something over there."

Shi Fangman hesitated: "Is it serious?"

Although the person on the phone had said that Yan Zheng was fine, Fang Man's heart was always hanging in the air when he didn't see him with his own eyes.

The little nurse shook her head bluntly, and an older person beside her had already picked up the conversation: "It's all right, the patient suffered a slight impact on the sternum and a slight concussion, and can basically be discharged after a few days of rest."

"Oh, that's good." Shi Fangman tilted his head and looked at the ward where Yan Zheng was: "Could he be sleeping in it?"

"Hmm, concussions usually cause some dizziness and nausea. It is recommended to sleep for a while." The nurse paused: "You are the patient's family member, right? Go to the opposite side, the patient's mother is also inside right now."

Shi Fangman didn't explain much, and wanted to ask a few more questions, but the opposite door suddenly opened. Behind the door, a pair of wine-red shiny high-heeled shoes with straps first appeared, and then the shoes made a light clicking sound as they stepped on them. The gentle and kind woman walked up to Shi Fangman: "Are you Yan Zheng's friend?"

She has a tall figure and delicate face like a model, curly and smooth long hair reaching her waist, pure white pearl clips on her ears, and lipstick as bright as a pink rose.This woman is young and beautiful, but she is only three or four years older than Shi Fangman, but her tone of voice is already that of an elder.

Shi Fang felt cramped unknowingly, and replied: "Yes, I just contacted you on the phone, you are..."

He remembered the "patient's mother" that the nurse said, and what Yan Zheng said about his father's third wife, his stepmother, had already vaguely guessed it.

"My surname is Song, and I'm Yan Zheng's mother." Song Lijing stroked the top of her head beside her ear, showing a shy smile just right, "I think Yan Zheng should have told you."

"Yes, hello, Ms. Song, I'm Yan Zheng's friend. When your surname is, you can call me Xiaoxiao."

While speaking, not only Shi Fangman was looking at this too young and beautiful mother, but Song Lijing was also moving her eyes up and down to store the information of the man in front of her.In the middle of summer, few people are wearing a light blue shirt and long jeans like the person in front of him. The air conditioner in the hospital has a moderate temperature, and there is no sweat on his forehead. On the contrary, her hair was raised slightly elegantly, revealing her delicate facial features.Looking at a man from a woman's point of view, this thin and fair man is not the object of Song Lijing's admiration. His temperament is too gentle, without the tension of overflowing male hormones, but he is holding up and pushing the silver The movement of the spectacle frame and the slightly parted smile while speaking gave Song Lijing another kind of emotion.

It was a rare sense of identity between gender oppositions, and it vaguely told her to take a few steps forward, and her voice became softer when she spoke.

"That child Yan Zheng didn't write your name on the phone. I thought it was Yan Li." She laughed. gone."

"In the past two years, he has always lived at your place. Both his father and I feel very embarrassed."

"It's nothing. I also live alone. I welcome Yan Zheng. He is very likable."

These were not just polite words, but Shi Fangman's tone was sincere, and Song Lijing could hear it, so she said wittily: "He is indeed very sensible, he is the least worrying of his father's three children, and his grades are not bad."

"By the way, you are still Yan Zheng's teacher. His grades have improved a lot in the past two years. When he recovers, I have to invite you to my house anyway. Thank you teacher."

"You're too polite. Yan Zheng worked hard on his own. I didn't really help much. I have nothing to thank. It's just that he has worked hard all these years..."

When Shi Fangman said this, he suddenly remembered that the child who ran back from home drunk that night, studied hard in the cold window, and finally waited for it for 18 years. The only entrance banquet in his life was a mess.The man kept saying that there was nowhere to go, so I could only come to you.

And one of his family members is standing in front of him now, talking and laughing at Yanyan, talking about that child, and seeming to care about that child.

Song Lijing was still smiling and sighing: "Who doesn't feel sorry for him studying hard? It's just my own child. I always hope that he will have a better life. Even if the family can not rely on him to earn the money, he himself is not willing to work hard all his life, right? So I have to study, and I have to study for the better, but fortunately, now that I have suffered so much, I am finally getting through it."

He felt that it was meaningless, and nodded: "Yes, Ms. Song, I want to ask, how did he do it?"

"You mentioned a traffic accident on the phone, can you elaborate?"

Song Lijing was startled, and said "Oh" before continuing: "He didn't know where he was going this afternoon, but he was hit by a car on Yuenan Road. I heard that the driver was distracted while driving, so he just ran towards the person. Fortunately, he slowed down temporarily. It didn’t hit too hard, but the person was dizzy, and no internal injuries could be seen, the driver was terrified, so he quickly called 120 and sent him to the hospital, after the examination, luckily nothing happened.”

Most traffic accidents are described so plainly. Only when the people you know and care about become part of the accident, can you realize how thrilling and heart-wrenching what happens every moment.Shi Fangman can only be thankful that the driver who caused the accident was able to slow down in time and was sent to the hospital in time.

Even so, he still couldn't help turning his head to look in Yan Zheng's ward, feeling uneasy in his heart.This uneasiness is like the yellowed plastic cream on the keychain that Yan Zheng left behind, like a harbinger that came from nowhere, even if the nurse, Ms. Song told him the fact that Yan Zheng was fine, it still couldn't get rid of it. Like a time bomb, I don't know when it will detonate, and I don't know the signs of detonation due to something.

"Hour, come and sit in the room."

"Come on, sit down and have some tea."

Song Lijing unscrewed the door, Shi Fangman followed her six to seven centimeters stiletto heels, stepped on the ground behind the wine red high heels, both in appearance and sound, and when she entered, she saw the LCD screen hanging on the wall, On one side there is a coffee machine, a water table and a drink cabinet, and on the opposite side of the LCD TV, there is a large orange sofa that looks soft and soft.

Shi Fangman sat down next to a corner of the sofa, with the gurgling sound of the kettle next to his ears, Song Lijing leaned on the water table, carefully and skillfully brought out the tea set, and her gentleness and kindness made people feel good The voice asked: "Xiao, is it okay to drink old white tea?"

"It will be all right."

The teapot in her hand has a simple and elegant shape, with a flat drum body, a straight neck, a ring handle, and a cloud pattern on the shoulder. The mouth of the pot stretches out in the shape of an antique lotus flower. It is equipped with two small round cups. After looking at it a few times, he couldn't help being curious: "Mrs. Song, is your purple sand set the work of Gu Lao?"

"When I was young, do you recognize it?" Song Lijing was a little surprised, but saw the man push down the frame of the mirror again with his slender index finger, as if he wanted to see more clearly.She turned around, her skirt lifted like a butterfly's wings, and she took the teapot in her hand and spun it around gently.The closer you get, the more you can see that this object is vigorous and rigorous, with smooth and harmonious lines, overall calm and elegant, and harmonious charm. It is definitely not from the hands of ordinary craftsmen.

"Is this old Gu's Yunjian Ruyi?"

Song Lijing didn't expect him to recognize that this set was exactly the Yunjian Ruyi three-headed tea set made by Mr. Gu Jingzhou, which was an absolute masterpiece among purple clay.Gu Lao is known as the master of Zisha, and his works are elegant and profound, which can be called "a collection of the culmination of purple art, and a generation of delicate and complicated style". Now that Gu Lao has passed away, his works are either auctioned or transferred among acquaintances. Song Lijing dragged several layers of people back and forth, and it took a lot of effort to take back this set of tea from people.In fact, she has the arrogance of a literary young woman. She thinks that tea is an elegant thing, so the utensils and tea drinkers must be elegant, but few people around her really recognize the origin of this set of tea sets. At most, they can only praise the good purple sand.Today, when I was caught off guard, someone called out Li at a glance, and I was immediately in a good mood. When I saw it, Fang Man's eyes seemed to be regarded as a confidant, and his tone was more intimate than any sentence just now. It was originally gentle and delicate, very kind His voice was more like sugar water: "Yes, yes! You were also an elegant person when you were young, and it was the first time I met someone who knew the goods like you outside the circle!"

She usually cherishes this set of tea sets very much, and now when she is excited, she will boldly stuff them into Shi Fangman's hands, but Shi Fangman is only guessing with [-]% certainty, and she doesn't think she will be right, so he hastily waved his hands and refused, He explained: "It's so precious, I'm afraid it will break if I don't handle it properly."

"You must also be the one who loves this tea set, why did it break?"

"Ms. Song, you misunderstood me. I'm actually an amateur, but I made a bold guess," Shi Fang knew all about this set of tea.