I am in love with myself

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, Jian Yixi was able to walk two steps down the ground, and Uncle Zhao also called.

Uncle Zhao said that the driver who caused the accident was an ordinary person with no bad records. He lost a lot of money in business in the past two years and owed a lot of debts. The house was auctioned by the court and it was not enough to pay back. Money, his wife almost divorced him.

How could such a heavily indebted family pay for compensation so readily?

Even if they are of good character, for this kind of legal debt, the bank account of the debtor is generally under the supervision of the court, and the daily expenses will be deducted to repay the debt. Where did they get so much money?

An Mu had looked at the hospital bills. A single operation cost several thousand. Including the deposit, they had already spent more than 1 yuan.

If it was the money they hid privately, it would be even more impossible to take it out so readily, after all, the court had to be taken into account.

An Mu didn't want to speculate maliciously, but it was strange no matter how he thought about it.

What An Mu could think of, Uncle Zhao could naturally think of, he told An Mu to be calm, the fox would show its tail sooner or later, without An Mu asking, he offered to send someone to watch their family.

After staying for another week, the attending doctor finally let go and said that he could be discharged from the hospital. After repeated confirmation by the adoptive mother, he packed up the big bags and went back to the small apartment.

With Jian Yixi's current situation, staying in Weicheng to recuperate is the most appropriate, but the adoptive mother refuses to stay, the grandma has already lived in the house, and the adoptive father is taking care of him alone, so he can't go out to work, and the adoptive father can't cook. She still has to go out to buy food every day, if she hadn't been thinking about Jian Yixi's injury, her adoptive mother would have been in a hurry to go back.

An Mu didn't stop her, and it was useless to stop her, not to mention that she was about to go back.

The adoptive mother cleaned up the house and planned to find a rental car, give them more money, ask them to drive slower and more steadily, and send them back.

An Mu called the second brother directly, borrowed his car, and asked for the car to be delivered to the door, and then sent home.

The second brother is the uncle's son, a third-year student party, and a senior soon, enjoying the last summer vacation at home, stunned by her shameless request.

"Is it so difficult for you to find a car dealer to rent a car?! You can also rent a driver by the way."

"How can the dealership's car be better than yours?"

This is the truth, in a small city like Weicheng, it is really not that easy to rent a Lamborghini.

It’s not that other cars are not good, there are good cars, but this time I go back for a purpose, I have to choose the one that is well-known and rich at a glance, the more fashionable the better, low-key luxury is suitable for big cities, not for The aesthetics of a small county town.

The second brother's car is very cool, the flamboyant red is quite eye-catching, and most importantly, it is not a single-door supercar, but a two-door four-seater, which can seat the three of them.

The second brother sighed and sighed for a long time. He was reluctant to part with his beloved car, the contemporary scooter, felt that it was worthless, and was too lazy to make a trip. In the end, it was An Mu who said "just to celebrate my admission to university in advance" as an excuse. Moved the second brother.

"What kind of evil did I do in my previous life? My girlfriend is going to be sent to someone else, and I have to send it in person. My heart is bleeding, you know?"

An Mu teased him and said, "So the second brother has a girlfriend. I originally thought that when I go to college, if I meet a kind-hearted young lady or something, I will introduce it to you. It seems that I don't need to worry about it." gone."

The second elder brother immediately said: "Tsk! I just said it casually. If you really meet such a good person, you must introduce it to me. Remember that appearance and character are tied for the first place. I don't want crooked melons and dates. Gold worshipers green tea whores or something , and don’t send it to me at all, I can’t finish it here.”

"Yes, I know that my second brother is the most beautiful boy on this street."

"Hey, are you still teasing me? I won't give it to you!"

"Okay, second brother, the address will be sent to you, waiting for you."

An Mu was on the phone, while Jian Yixi leaned against the bed, talked about her mother's rush to go home, and sighed.

"Uncle, what do they think? My dad can't cook, and you're not at home, so why did they put my grandma in our house?"

The adoptive mother is an honest person, and subconsciously finds excuses for them.

"Maybe they don't know that your dad can't cook."

"How could you not know?"

"Why is it impossible? Do you think everyone beats the gongs and drums like you and says everything?"

The adoptive mother was packing her clothes, she raised her head and gave her a nasty look.

"What's wrong with me? If you don't tell me, how does An Mu know that your father can't cook?"

Jian Yixi opened her eyes slightly: "When did I tell An Mu that my dad can't cook?"

"You didn't say it, how did An Mu know?"

"How did I know how did she know? I must have never said it. Why did I say this?"

The adoptive mother didn't take it seriously, "It may be that you said it unintentionally, and you didn't pay attention to it."

"Impossible! We are so busy studying every day, we usually find time to send a v letter, and occasionally the video will talk about the study situation or something, and it has nothing to do with my dad, I never said it!"

"All right, all right, what's the big deal, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Jian Yixi was wronged to death.

"It's not a big or small thing. I really didn't say the main thing."

An Mu just came in, and Jian Yixi seemed to have seen a savior, and hurriedly asked, "An Mu, who did you hear that my dad can't cook?"

An Mu was just about to say that she had borrowed a car, but she was caught off guard. Without even thinking about it, she replied, "Isn't it you?"

Jian Yixi's throat stopped, "When did I say that?"

"forget."

A panacea answer that instantly kills all problems.

Jian Yixi leaned on the head of the bed unlovingly. She clearly felt that she hadn't said it, but An Mu had said so...

Could it be... She really said it unintentionally?But what can she say to bring out the fact that Dad can't cook?

Jian Yixi couldn't figure it out.

An Mu was talking about the car with her adoptive mother. Jian Yixi found out the mobile phone that her adoptive mother took time to send to the mobile phone shop to repair it, and tapped Maomao privately.

For more than a year, almost every video is a three-person video. If it was said during the video, Maomao should know it too.

But Maomao said she didn't know.

Jian Yixi searched for keywords in the chat records. There were no relevant records in the group chats or private chats.

Jian Yixi confirmed again that she definitely didn't say it in the past year or so, the only possibility is that An Mu said it before she transferred to another school.

But that's not important anymore. What's important is that An Mu doesn't even remember Qi Siying's name. Every time she calls her "my previous tablemate", how can she remember that her father can't cook?And the little mole on her ass?This kind of triviality?

Jian Yixi hugged her cell phone, and the answer came to her mind again.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to stop.

--impossible!Will not!Don't think about these all day long!

——If that's the case, why did An Mu transfer schools in the first place?Generally, if there are people you like, don’t they all wish to be together every day?How could it be the opposite?

Jian Yixi convinced herself.

The night before he left, Jian Yixi called Maomao over for a breakup meal. Only then did Maomao know about her broken bone, and kept yelling that Jian Yixi was not mean enough to tell her earlier.

An Mu helped her adoptive mother wash the dishes, and Maomao suddenly thought of Jian Yixi's nonsensical question, and her little brain lit up.

"You asked me the other day if I could help you empty the potty... What? Did An Mu help you?"

Jian Yixi was leaning on the head of the bed and sitting down, she was so excited that her old injury almost relapsed.

She quickly grabbed Xie Maomao and covered her mouth.

"Hush! Keep your voice down!"

Mao Mao pushed her hand away and smiled maliciously.

"Serve me personally for half a month~ Let me say that An Mu treats you unusually, right?"

"You still dare to talk nonsense? Forgot how much trouble there was?"

Maomao laughed dryly: "I know, didn't I just say it casually? I really envy An Mu for being kind to you. My brother may not be so kind to my sister-in-law. At least he is not so diligent in helping his mother-in-law wash the dishes. "

It was obviously a commonplace sentence. The patients in the same ward also said that An Mu was good to her, her mother also said, and she knew it herself, but for some reason, at this moment, under the cool white incandescent lamp, Maomao didn't The heartless smiling face, the clattering sound of dishes being washed in the kitchen, An Mu's gentle whispers to her mother, and her mother's occasional laughter made her suddenly feel a little bit in a trance.

It seems... She and An Mu are a married couple. An Mu dotes on her, loves her, loves her house and goes to her family, and gives her mother the gold bracelet that she has always wanted to give but has no money to buy. Mom screamed affectionately, and even omitted the word "dry" several times.

Jian Yixi couldn't describe this feeling. She sat on the sofa, watching An Mu's busy figure in the kitchen through Mao Mao's shaking head.

From this angle, what I see is An Mu's profile, with honey-brown long hair slightly curled and loosely tied behind his head, fair side face, bright red lips, every time An Mu turns his eyes to talk to his adoptive mother, those lips The slight smile on the corner of her face seemed to shatter the sunlight on the surface of the lake, making her eye sockets swell.

An Mu...so beautiful...

It was obviously just a simple white t-shirt, ordinary jeans, and even an apron around her waist, but it was... so beautiful that she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Maomao's surprised voice came from beside his ear: "Why are you crying? The wound hurts?"

Cried?

Who is crying?

Jian Yixi touched her face, and she really felt warm tears.

"Why... am I crying?"

Maomao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he took out a tissue and handed it to her.

"Who are you asking? You don't know why you cry yourself?"

Jian Yixi took the tissue and wiped away her tears. She really didn't know why she was crying, she just suddenly felt... as if her heart was blocked.

Such a beautiful picture, why does it feel so strange?

Because this is just an illusion of her momentary trance, is it never possible to realize it?

She and An Mu are not husband and wife.

An Mu will marry someone else in the future.

Just like what she sees now, An Mu will love that man, spoil that man, love his house, treat that man's family as well as her mother, speak softly, and laugh like a galaxy falling Looking at the bottom of his eyes, he would let the man put his arms around her waist, and even kiss the hand that once held her.

"What's the matter with you? It's scary to cry with no expression on your face, okay? Why are you rubbing more and more?"

Maomao quickly took out another tissue and gave it to her.

"I don't know." Jian Yixi smiled, a vain and ethereal smile, "My lacrimal gland seems to be broken, I don't want to cry at all."

The adoptive mother and the others heard the movement, and hurried over to wipe their hands.

The adoptive mother asked: "What's the matter? Where does it hurt again?"

Jian Yixi looked at her adoptive mother, then at An Mu, and shook her head.

"It doesn't hurt, why are you crying?"

Before the adoptive mother could ask again, An Mu frowned slightly, walked around the sofa, and dragged her into the bedroom.

After closing the door behind him, An Mu patted her head.

"What's the matter? Did Maomao say something again?"

Jian Yixi didn't speak, and looked down at An Mu. She was a little shorter than An Mu, but she didn't know when, but she was a little taller than An Mu.

It would be great if it could be at a higher point. An Mu from this angle...is as beautiful as in a dream.

Jian Yixi opened his mouth slowly, and said a word that even he thought was unbelievable.

"Where does it hurt?"

——She obviously doesn't hurt, why did she lie?

Jian Yixi didn't understand, but she couldn't help but looked at An Mu with tears in her eyes, and raised her hand to tap her heart.

"It hurts here."

An Mu sighed slightly, guessing that what Mao Mao said made her sad.

"Blow it and it won't hurt."

An Mu blew twice through the clothes, like coaxing a child.

"Okay, it's alright."

"something..."

Jian Yixi accidentally nodded her lips.

"Here...it hurts too."