Cuiyu Hutong

Zhou Lianfeng told the truth so bluntly, which made Jiang Mo a little at a loss.

For a while, he had thought about the words eight hundred times in the back of his mind, but swallowed them all.When my mind gets hot, I don't remember anything.

Jiang Mo was a little speechless, opened his mouth for a long time, and then choked out a sentence: "Why?"

He wanted to ask Zhou Lianfeng why he lied to him, and what benefits Zhou Lianfeng had in lying to him.She also wanted to ask Zhou Lianfeng whether it was really because of him that he took such a great effort to lie to him.

But the words slipped from the edge of his mouth, and the only thing left was "Why?"

Zhou Lianfeng suddenly took the walking stick from Jiang Mo's hand.But Jiang Mo just swayed his body, but it was not the same as before, without the walking stick, he couldn't even stand up.

He looked down at Jiang Mo's feet and said, "This is the reason."

Jiang Mo's mind is muddled, with water on one side and paper on the other.That's the master whose head is muddy even after shaking, if he could understand what Zhou Lianfeng meant, he wouldn't have to question Zhou Lianfeng, he would figure it out by himself.

Zhou Lianfeng looked at him blankly, staring with wet eyes like a puppy, staring at himself intently, and suddenly felt like laughing.

"Because, I want your feet to get better."

Jiang Mo's eyes widened in an instant, as if a puppy was suddenly taught something terrible, his eyes were filled with shock.He quickly waved his hands and said: "No, no, no... You can't help me with this. I know what's wrong with my foot. He just can't cure it. Brother Feng, don't waste your efforts on me. real!"

"Yes." Zhou Lianfeng raised his eyes slightly, and said firmly, "It's not about your feet, it's about your psychology."

Jiang Mo smacked his lips, recalling what the regular customer had said to him.It really made people say it was right, this was Zhou Lianfeng's psychological hint of what he had done to him?He had to hint to himself, isn't he hurting his foot?

But... What is Zhou Lianfeng planning?

Even if he hinted again, isn't his foot like this?Even if it is better, it is just that the frequency of limping is much less.

Zhou Lianfeng also said openly: "Jiang Mo, if you don't believe me, we can go to the hospital for an examination."

Jiang Mo hated the hospital the most in his life. Since then, he has entered the hospital twice, all because of his uncle.It turned out to be a success, he himself was sick all the time, and survived until now by drinking more hot water.

He is also extremely taboo about the hospital, and he is even more afraid that if he goes in a few times, he will never be able to get out again.And the old uncle has been paralyzed on the bed and can't manage his affairs, which makes his feet dragged all the time without systematic treatment.

Every time Jiang Mo coaxed the old uncle, he just said: "Zhi Zhi Zhi, I will go and treat it tomorrow."

But tomorrow and tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.He always said so, but it took a long time to delay.

In fact, it's not that he didn't go to any clinic to see it, but the doctors saw the film of his foot and said it was difficult to treat.Even if it is to be cured, it will cost a lot of red money.At that time, the Jiang family was almost out of control, so how could there be any spare money to heal their feet?

What's more, even if the money is really rich, he can't do any rehabilitation.It took a lot of time, and his old uncle was still paralyzed on the bed, waiting for someone to take care of him.

After all, it's not because of a poor word.

Jiang Mo sighed, shook his head calmly, and said, "I know you're here to help me, but you also know that I'm a person who believes in death. Things I believe in will not be changed, such as my The feet will never get better in this life."

Zhou Lianfeng touched his pale fingertips with distinct joints, without raising his eyes, he just asked, "Then what about me?"

Jiang Mo didn't hear it very clearly, but just glanced at Zhou Lianfeng suspiciously.He lowered his eyes again in an instant, and said, "Thank you for your stuff, I'm going back."

He leaned the metal crutch against Zhou Lianfeng's door, and left without looking back.

He walked slowly, maybe to keep his balance, maybe also for a chance that someone would chase him.It’s just that he also knows that the chance is slim, he just——

I thought about it from the bottom of my heart, but never really hoped for it.

Before Jiang Mo could take two steps, he saw a white shadow rushing towards him.He only had time to let out a short ah, and then he uncontrollably slumped to the side.

"Jiang Mo!——" Zhou Lianfeng had been observing him in the room, seeing that he lost his balance and was about to fall to the ground, so he rushed up in three steps at a time.

Jiang Mo originally thought that he would fall on the hard ground, but he didn't expect that the place where he fell was Zhou Lianfeng's arms.

Zhou Lianfeng was thin, and there was not much soft flesh on his body.The hard muscles collided with him just like that, but he smelled the soul-sucking smell of Zhou Lianfeng's body immediately.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but it was the same as before, cold and inviting.

Jiang Mo was obsessed with it for an unknown amount of time before suddenly pushing away from Zhou Lianfeng's embrace.He was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing lightly twice.

The white shadow was also seen clearly. It was Soap who had grown up and gained weight. He looked at him righteously and without hesitation, his eyes were burning, and he said as if he was begging for a reward: "Father, look at me! It’s not that you’re jumping like crazy!”

Jiang Mo wanted to grab him and beat him up on the spot, but he held back.He hurriedly broke free from Zhou Lianfeng's arms, got rid of the killing smell, and finally said: "Thank you."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "Look, isn't my foot always like this?"

Before he finished speaking, he only heard Zhou Lianfeng calling his name.He was a little dazed—

There was too much in that voice, there was despair and helplessness, but more of it was an inexplicable longing.

Jiang Mo was a little at a loss. When had he...had heard Zhou Lianfeng's fragile voice.

Zhou Lianfeng, he...why?

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