The scumbags are all catching up to seek reconciliation

Sunlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on Feng Bei's handsome side face.He was looking at a document on port transactions, but his eyes didn't move, and he didn't turn a page for a long time.The light reflected from the paper fell on his face, making him look stern but dazed.

The assistant reminded: "Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng...?"

The following executives who were waiting for Feng Bei to make a decision all looked at each other in blank dismay, which is really strange!Ever since Feng Bei took over the company, didn't he have a straight face, stern and ruthless, annoying to the point of itching his teeth?What's going on today, it's like a flower blooming like a stone, and it's so distracting?

Reminded by his assistant, Feng Bei came back to his senses, but suddenly closed the document, and said calmly: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first. I'm not satisfied with this plan. Before tomorrow's meeting, you can come up with other documents." solutions come out.”

After speaking, he got up and took his coat. Before the supervisors could react, the tall figure had disappeared at the door of the office.

The assistant hurriedly followed, flipped through the schedule in his hand, and said hesitantly, "Mr. Feng, there is still half an hour before your meeting with Professor Li. There is no traffic jam now, so you don't have to go there so early."

Feng Bei had already gotten into the car, slammed the door, turned the steering wheel, and sped out from the parking lot.

The car flew a few meters away and stopped abruptly. He lowered the window and waved to his assistant.

The assistant hurried over and bent down to wait for him to speak.

Feng Bei looked at the front with both eyes, and his fingers holding the steering wheel were very strong, as if he had made great determination, and asked, "Has no one delivered lunch boxes these days?"

The assistant was stunned for a moment, and then wondered if his ears had heard it wrong. President Feng still cares about this?

Before the two young masters of the He family were admitted to the hospital, He Guanyun had been pursuing Feng Bei fiercely, including delivering homemade bento every now and then, or driving to buy crystal shrimp dumplings dozens of kilometers away. In short, I will send some things that Feng Bei likes.

But recently, no more.

Maybe it's because I'm in the hospital and I don't have the mood to do these flattering things.But the assistant who has been with Feng Bei knows that this is absolutely impossible.Previously, He Guanyun was hospitalized with pneumonia and high fever once, and that time he almost fell into a coma, so he also asked the housekeeper to bring some exquisite snacks as usual.What's more, it has been two or three months since the car accident, and his condition has almost recovered.

Why is there no movement at all.

The assistant subconsciously said: "Mr. Feng, do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to buy it right away!"

Feng Bei frowned: "I don't want to eat."

The assistant said: "You saw the things sent by He Dashao before, and you asked us to throw them directly in the trash can outside. You said that the smell was disgusting. Why did you suddenly ask about this matter today?"

Feng Bei pursed his lips, his side face tensed, and interrupted him: "Hasn't he called recently?"

Previously, He Guanyun would call the secretary outside Feng Bei's office every now and then to remind her of the weather or road conditions and ask her to take good care of Feng Bei.

The assistant replied cautiously: "No."

Feng Bei frowned, stopped talking, stepped on the accelerator and let the car fly out.The assistant stood behind for a while, and saw Mr. Feng's gloomy expression from the rearview mirror, and it disappeared in a flash.

Piano light music is quietly flowing in the cafe.

Sitting opposite Feng Bei was a middle-aged man with half-bald hair, wearing a black coat and black-rimmed glasses. Although he looked tired, he was full of artistic temperament.His hands holding the coffee cup were still stained with some red and green paint that hadn't been washed off in time, and it could be seen that they had just come out of the studio.

Professor Li looked at the handsome and indifferent young man in front of him, and he already guessed who he was.Professor Li had taught He Guanyun and Zhou Jun for many years, and regarded them as his disciples. It was only later that Zhou Jun and He Guanyun fell out and left the country in a fit of anger. Professor Li gradually lost contact with Zhou Jun.However, in recent years, He Guanyun still visited him frequently, and continued to study under his disciples.

Of course, Professor Li knew that He Guanyun had a sweetheart he couldn't ask for.

He Guanyun is a young man with a bad temper, he can be called reckless, but he can't wait to use all the best words in the world to describe his sweetheart.Although it was a bit exaggerated, but when Professor Li met the real Feng Bei, he had to admit that the person in front of him was indeed with a strong and outstanding temperament.

Feng Bei didn't exchange many pleasantries, but he held the handle of the cup with his slender fingers, but he didn't drink. He asked in a deep voice, "In his situation, is there any way to continue to draw with his left hand?"

"Mr. Feng." Professor Li said helplessly: "Anyone can draw, but he is not left-handed. The difference between drawing with his right hand and left hand is worlds apart. Mr. Feng, do you think everyone is a genius? , can you do anything you want?"

Feng Bei stared at him without saying a word.

Professor Li said: "It takes seven or eight years to become an outstanding painter with a proficient right hand. Even so, it is already rare enough, and it is already a one-in-a-million aura. You still want to use the one you are not used to. Left hand? It must be practiced for ten or eight years. During these ten or eight years of practicing from scratch like a waste, who will not collapse?"

Feng Bei didn't speak, his fingers holding the cup were a little stiff, and the white air slowly emerged from the cup, as if it was about to freeze.

Professor Li was really sorry, he sighed heavily, and threw some photos to Feng Bei.It was the celebration photo when He Guanyun held the art exhibition back then. The young man in the photo was full of enthusiasm, with a confident and lively smile on his face, as if the scorching sun could melt everything, and this smile could infect everyone.The last time Feng Bei saw at the door of the ward, when he and Zhou Jun were talking about their favorite painting career, there was something like this.

Looking at these photos, Feng Bei was slightly absent-minded.He has never seen such a side of He Guanyun. In front of him, He Guanyun is always cautious, always worrying about gains and losses, and always afraid that he will not do well enough.If it's not because you like someone, how can you become cowardly and humble?So he never thought about what he did to He Guanyun.What would happen to He Guanyun if he could never draw again in the future.

"Among the students I teach, Guan Yun is the most talented. His talent is a kind of intuition, as delicate as a beast's sense of smell. He also works hard enough, and has won various awards even in China. In the past few years, he has been coming to the class non-stop. I thought that one day, he will be very, very outstanding and be the top in this field."

"But now it seems that it is impossible."

"His talent may be delayed because of you. If his right hand cannot be cured, the matter of painting may become his permanent scar in the future."

These words of Professor Li are true, and Feng Bei has no way to refute them.After the people left, he still sat in the original position, sitting stiffly until the coffee was cold, and complicated emotions gradually appeared on his face.

He had to admit that he hadn't thought about this situation. When the doctor reminded him that He Guanyun was more dangerous, he just sneered in his heart and didn't take it seriously.

He Ruofeng was his savior. He always believed that there was nothing wrong with him choosing to save He Ruofeng's life first.

But why...

He's so shaky now.

Doesn't he hate He Guanyun very much, yes, yes, very much, but... the next second Feng Bei was wrapped in ice again, he never regretted his decision.What he should correct is that he cared a little more about He Guanyun for no reason, and that was wrong.

When Feng Bei appeared outside the hospital ward, it was already dark, and because it was winter, there was a little snow outside.Half of the snow on his black windbreaker fell on his shoulders, and it was dried by the heater in the corridor, turning into dampness and falling on his shoulders.A nurse in the corridor bumped into him, and just about to cry out, he glanced over and immediately fell silent.

Feng Bei didn't know why he came here. He seemed to want to prove something, to prove that he didn't care about He Guanyun, but——when he stood outside the door of the ward and glanced inside through the gap, he was stunned. There.

Xie Guanju curled up at the head of the bed, his face was so white that he didn't look like a living person.He was holding a fruit knife in one hand and an apple in the other. He was facing Feng Bei sideways. His dark eyes were like a extinguished fire in a winter night. The apple, with a trembling right hand, took the knife and peeled it off.

But there was no way, he obviously exhausted all his strength, still unable to control the sharp fruit knife, he could only clumsily let pieces of apple peel fall off, and the apple in his hand was cut into an ugly shape.

His hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even turn the knife round and round to let the apple peel come out along the way, such a simple movement couldn't be done.

But he didn't give up, still stubbornly took another apple, and started a new round of struggle.

There were rotten apples all over the ground.

None of them were perfectly cut, and it seemed as if he could see the despair in his heart from those ugly marks.He is clearly a painter, but now he can't even hold his paintbrush, all his dreams are shattered, and the future is out of reach.

Feng Bei just looked at it like this, and suddenly found that he couldn't take his eyes off the other person's face. He had never seen He Guanyun look so serious and desperate, as if there was a fatal attraction, that kind of desperate His eagerness and unyieldingness make people unable to turn their eyes away.

His eyes slid all the way down the other party's white forehead, past the straight and delicate bridge of the nose, and some thin lips. The lips were very pale and almost dry, as if they hadn't drank water for more than ten days.Before Feng Bei realized something, he didn't realize that his throat moved. The lips seemed to have some kind of temptation for him, making him want to kiss them, and wet the cracks on the lips with water.

Another apple failed.The knife finally slipped from Xie Guanju's hand weakly, he closed his eyes quietly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the despair spread silently on his face.He couldn't hold a paintbrush anymore, and he couldn't even peel a fruit.He has become completely useless.

The corner of his mouth parted into a miserable and bleak smile, as if all the defense lines for so long were broken at this moment, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

He stared blankly at his hand, the sleeve of the hospital gown slid down to the elbow, completely exposing the right hand.

He smiled wryly, showing a painful expression.

Feng Bei's heart tightened, he held the doorknob, and his eyes fell on his slender but scarred right hand.His hands are beautiful, with slender fingers, soft and white, and round fingertips, but now people dare not look directly at them for a long time. Although most of these scars can disappear with modern technology, the longest one is still there. It spreads from the back of the hand to the wrist and cannot be eliminated.

Feng Bei realized it all too clearly.From now on, the person in front of me will no longer be able to paint, sketch from life, or hold art exhibitions.You can't show your wrist at will, because there are ugly scars on it.

There is only one hand left that can exert strength, and in the future, even tying shoelaces and tying ties will have to start practicing again.

It will be incomplete in the future.

There is no way to be like a normal person anymore, even to have a normal life.

Is this the price of liking Feng Bei?

The price is really harsh...

Feng Bei looked at Xie Guanju, and suddenly felt a pinching pain in his heart.This kind of pain was very strange to him, as if something had absorbed the heart in an instant, and then lived in it, digging a hole in the three acres of land in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel the pain.

He had never felt this way.The pain started from the apex of his heart, the more desperate He Guanyun looked on his face, the more pain he felt.

How is this going?

He stared blankly at Xie Guanju with his head down, as if he was muttering something.

He couldn't help but listen to——

"I don't blame him. Even so, I still love him. Am I ridiculous and pitiful?"

The youth under the light murmured.He stared blankly at his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. From Feng Bei's point of view, that smile was very bleak and desperate.The man was pale and almost transparent, desperate but unable to stop the hot feelings.That kind of emotion was like a moth flying into a flame, crashing into Feng Bei's eyes, burning everything up.

Feng Bei froze in place. At this moment, another feeling appeared in his aching heart, which was an inexplicable palpitation.

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