In the simple bedroom, the cold wind poured in through the broken windows, and the woman sat in front of the old and simple dressing table, combing her long hair like a waterfall.
The diorama reflected her blurry face, and when the hair was combed neatly with a mahogany comb, she picked up the scissors on the table, cut off a section of her hair with a "click", and placed it on the dressing table.
Then, he stood up, fiddled with some plum blossom branches in the jade vase on the table, and opened the window.
It was snowing heavily outside the window, and the cold wind was biting, she shivered and shivered...
As soon as the picture changed, he came in from the door, the bedroom was empty, his eyes moved from the neatly folded bed to the dressing table.
He strode over, picked up the piece of hair that had been cut off and messed up by the wind, tidied it up one by one, cut off another piece of red silk, and carefully wrapped it around the hair .
Then he took out an exquisite kit from the drawer, carefully rolled up his ink hair, stuffed it into the kit, and put the kit into his body pocket, turned and left the bedroom...
After waking up, Feng Shaojin couldn't figure it out. Since he is powerful and not short of money, why would he place his beloved woman in such a humble residence?
Shouldn't she be allowed to live in a magnificent other courtyard?
On the second day, at the dinner table.
Feng Yichen stared at Feng Shaojin who was sitting opposite, but saw that his eye sockets were dark blue, and his face was slightly tired, and asked, "Did you not sleep well last night?"
Feng Shaojin ate his breakfast and nodded his head lightly, as a tacit consent.
Feng Yichen said: "I'll prepare some tranquilizing medicine for you tonight."
Feng Shaojin raised her fingertips and pressed the center of her eyebrows: "Okay."
After breakfast, Feng Shaojin took Cong Yi to the nursing home in a carriage like last time.
Mo Lingwei sat on the swing under the flower stand in the yard, holding a book in her hand, and practiced Western dialect with the fourth aunt who was sitting on the stone bench.
The guard walked up to the fourth aunt and said in a low voice: "Master Feng is here again, and he said that the medicine powder used last time was very good, so he came here to thank Missy, and would like to get a few packs of medicine from Missy... ..”
The fourth aunt raised her eyebrows, closed the book in her hand, and asked: "Which young master Feng is it, if it is the young master Feng who drove over last time, send him away with a few packets of medicine powder.
If it is Feng Shaojin who has trouble walking at the same table as us, please come in. "
Mo Lingwei was puzzled: "Auntie, why do you have such a big difference in attitude towards these two people?"
Fourth Aunt Tai coldly snorted: "Have you ever seen that you kept saying thank you for coming over, but you were sitting in the car without even opening the door, and you just let the people under your hands come to me and play tricks on me?" of?"
Mo Lingwei: "..."
The fourth aunt taught with earnestness and earnestness: "Miss, whether a person is good or not depends not only on what that person said to you, but also on what that person did to you.
If what he says is better than what he sings, but all he can do is hurt your heart and go against your wishes, it is best to stay as far away from this kind of person. "
Mo Lingwei covered her face with a book with a smile: "Auntie, you haven't been going to school these days, did someone pursue you too much, and you just hid here?"
The fourth aunt laughed too much, "Miss, if you dare to make fun of me again, I will tell that William to come here to pester you."
Mo Lingwei laughed harder and coquettishly: "Auntie, I dare not, I will never make fun of you again..."
Just laughing and laughing, Feng Shaojin rolled the wheelchair to the door of the backyard...