you have the ability to wear a skirt

Jian Liangyi always felt that Feng Min's words were ridiculous, but this time it was a bit outrageous.

Even if his changes had nothing to do with Fang Zilu, they had nothing to do with Feng Min either.

The person who keeps making him wear skirts is Feng Min, and the person who keeps reminding him of the past is also Feng Min.

If Fang Zilu was pulling him forward, then Feng Min was always making him look back.

During these few months in Yuzhou, Jian Liangyi unknowingly ran in front of Feng Min.

When he looked forward again, he suddenly found that he could no longer see the other party.

When he came out of Huai City, the world changed.

All the way to the destination in a drowsy state, Jian Liang felt dizzy from a fever, and Feng Min called out several times before waking up.

A mourning hall was set up outside the small dilapidated courtyard of his house, and a few wreaths were even scattered around the wall.

At that moment, Jian Liangyi really realized that Jian Rongjing was really dead.

A big fat man ran out of the mourning hall, with a long string of white filial cloth hanging on his arm: "Is this Young Master Jian?"

Jian Liang looked at him expressionlessly, Feng Min had no choice but to answer for him at the side.

"I'll just wait for you," the fat man stretched out his arms, and handed the white cloth to Jian Liangyi, "Put on the cloth and kneel in the mourning hall for a while."

Jian Liangyi took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, he didn't take the white cloth, pushed the fat man away and entered the room.

The home occupies a large area, which can be regarded as a small courtyard.

It's just that except for the two living rooms, the others were converted into chess and card rooms by Jian Liangyi's grandma.

Every time Jian Liangyi comes home from school, she can hear the sound of mahjong colliding "ho lang ho lang" from a long distance away, as well as an explosion of "bar!"

Make as much noise as you want.

But today it was surprisingly quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

Jian Liang raised her foot and stepped over the threshold, and saw an old man sitting upright in the messy living room.

There is no light in the house, so it's just a matter of feeling.

The other party's shoulders were wide and tall, and his back was straight, and he was on a different level from the people around him who were hunched over. The comparison was very strong.

Coupled with the neat Chinese tunic suit, although the old man is old, he seems to be young, and his aura alone can calm down a room of men, women and children.

Of course, there are also two bodyguard brothers standing behind him with their hands behind their backs.

Walking closer, Jian Liangyi could see the other person's facial features clearly, the uncle's appearance seemed a little familiar, a title slipped from his mouth, but he couldn't say it for a long time.

"I mean."

Someone behind him called him.

Jian Liangyi turned around and saw that it was Liang Yuebai whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Call Grandpa."

The last time Jian Liangyi saw her grandfather was in elementary school.

At that time, his parents had disagreements and quarreled every day. Jian Rongjing slapped Liang Yuebai's ears and deafened one of his ears in a fit of anger. His grandfather brought people over the next day and broke his father's leg in the courtyard.

Not long after, Jian Liangyi's parents divorced, Liang Yuebai gave up his custody rights, and left six-year-old Jian Liangyi to Jian Rongjing, and never came back to see her until she became an adult.

Therefore, Jian Liangyi didn't have a good impression of his mother, let alone this grandpa who appeared out of nowhere.

He frowned, ignored Liang Yuebai, and walked around the people in the living room to the bedroom.

The bedroom is not big, and it is more crowded due to the pile of sundries.

There was nothing in the room, only his grandma was sitting by the window, with her head bowed and folded ingots on gold paper.

"Where are people?" Jane asked coolly.

When you die, you always see the body.

Grandma looked up at him and said, "It's burning."

"Burn?" Jian Liangyi clenched her fists, "I haven't come back yet."

"You!?" Grandma suddenly stopped what she was doing, raised her finger and scolded Jian Liang, "What's the use of you bastard? You don't even wear filial piety when your father is dead! You want him to die, right? What are you doing when you come back? You and those surnamed Liang get out of here together!"

"Grandma," Feng Min hurriedly stopped, "Don't talk so small..."

"He Jian Liangyi will change his surname tomorrow!" Grandma shouted emotionally through the window, "Old Jane, look up in the sky! Look at your son! Being stepped on and bullied—"

The suona sound from the mourning hall outside the house covered the heart-piercing crying.

Jian Liangyi only felt a sharp bell ringing in her ears at the same time, like a poisoned arrow point, going straight from her ears to her brain.

Painful.

The suona sound was noisy, and the volume was amplified by an unknown number of times.

Grandma was still cursing, pointing at Jian Liangyi and pointing at the living room.

All the voices rubbed together and stuffed his ears like sausage stuffing.Jian Liangyi felt nauseous, and her heartbeat became heavy.

Feng Min pressed his shoulders, with a worried look in his eyes, Jian Liang wanted to reply "It's okay", but before he could speak, his eyes went dark.

In the next moment when the world was spinning, Jian Liangyi was top-heavy and fell to the side.

What the hell is this.

Woke up again in a nearby community clinic.

Jian Liangyi leaned on Feng Min's shoulder, with the drip on the back of her hand.

"You have a fever." Feng Min lowered his head and said.

The distance between the two was a little close, and Jian Liang tried to turn her head away, but was pushed back by the other halfway.

The previous dizziness still had some strength left, and he felt a little nauseous, but he could still bear it.

"That's it, it'll be over soon."

There are many colds and fevers in winter, and the small clinic is full.

Most of the patients are children, who are gently patted to sleep by their mothers and grandmas.

Jian Liangyi remembered that Liang Yuebai had taken him here when she was sick when she was a child.

Liang Yuebai was good-looking, and he was very popular here. Several adults chatted together, and he just nestled in his mother's arms and listened with half understanding.

Later, Liang Yuebai left, and when he was sick, he only took the medicine and took a nap. It was rare for him to sit in the clinic like this and hang up the needle.

"Do you want some water?" Feng Min held a glass of warm water in his hand.

Jian Liangyi watched the disposable water cup being crumpled by her fingers, and thought of Feng Min's behavior when she was a child, sitting beside her and breaking half a piece of bread for him.

Huaicheng was like a cage, which locked him in.

Jian Liangyi was not so repulsive before, but now she can't stay any longer.

As long as he is here, it is like being soaked into the past.

There are shadows of the past everywhere, as if the darkness is still pressing on his head, forcing him to breathe.

He had seen Fang Zilu.

So I want to escape.

Jane coolly took the glass of water, raised her head and drank it.

Warm water moistened the throat, and it felt a lot better for a while. He found a comfortable position on Feng Min's shoulder and closed his eyes.

I didn't sleep too much, but I was a little confused.

He was a little unconscious until the needle was pulled out, and Feng Min pulled his wrist out of the clinic.

"Your complexion is not very good." Feng Min straightened his crooked collar for him, "Would you like to go to my house to sleep for a while?"

Jian Liangyi stood obediently, feeling the care of the other party: "No."

"Then are you going to uncle's mourning hall?" Feng Min asked again.

Jane shook her head coolly: "I'm going back to school."

He can't see Jian Rongjing now, so there's no need to stay in Huaicheng.

Jian Liangyi just wanted to see if this person was really dead.

He didn't want to stay here, it was too uncomfortable.

"Then I... take you back?" Feng Min asked.

"No need," Jane coolly lowered her head and put on her hat hanging behind her back, "I'll take the high-speed train."

It's not even noon yet, so there should be a lot of trains that day.

"Then I'll take you to the station." Feng Min said.

Jian Liangyi didn't refuse this time, and waited for Feng Min to drive over by the side of the road.

Huaicheng is not as mild as Yuzhou. It is almost noon and there is still a cold wind blowing on the face.

As soon as the white mist exhaled by Jian Liangyi passed in the wind, it disappeared before it could be seen clearly.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, only to see that Fang Zilu had sent him two messages.

The first one is from three hours ago and the second one is from 10 minutes ago.

- Pay attention to safety on the road, and report that you are safe when you get home.

-are you home yet?what are you doing?

Jian Liangyi held the phone with both hands, staring at these two messages until her nose became sore.

On the way back, he was still thinking about how to coax Fang Zilu, but the other party didn't get angry with him at all, and after holding back for a while, he secretly came to him.

It really looks like a puppy.

Puppies don't get angry with people.

Jian Liang rubbed her nose and replied to Fang Zilu.

-arrive.

He didn't know what to say, but he wanted to see the other party respond.

- is it still burning

- Hanging water.

- by yourself?

-Um.

Jian Liangyi lied, lowered her head and kicked a stone at her feet uncomfortably.

He didn't mean to deceive Fang Zilu on purpose, he just didn't want the other party to think too much, and it was troublesome to explain.

After all, nothing will happen to me and Feng Min.

But Fang Zilu didn't reply again.

A while later, Feng Min's car pulled to the side of the road.

The black window glass reflected the reflection on the street, Jian Liangyi glanced past it from the corner of her eye, but accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

He turned around abruptly, but saw people coming and going, just like usual.

"Small."

The door of the passenger seat opened, and it was Feng Min's mother who got out.

Jian Liangyi was at a loss for a moment, and quickly took off the hat on her head.

"Ah, auntie..."

"Hey," Aunt Xu's eyes turned red when she saw Jian Liangyi, and looked at her several times, "Why are you losing weight again?"

Jian Liangyi lowered her head and stood there, clumsily not knowing how to answer.

"My eyes are red and red, go back to sleep with Minmin." Aunt Xu pulled Jian Liangyi to the front of the car, "Auntie went to the street to buy some food, and I will cook prawns for you at noon."

Jian Liangyi didn't dare to refuse, so she had to obey obediently.

When Aunt Xu went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, he slowly frowned.

Feng Min called Aunt Xu here on purpose, just because he didn't want him to go back.

That's why he agreed so simply, and even drove himself there by car.

Feng Min has always been this kind of person.

He can grasp all the weaknesses and weaknesses of Jane Liangyi.

"Xiaoyi," Feng Min quietly pulled his fingertips, "My mother and I are worried about you, so don't be angry with me."

Looking down at those slender fingers, Jian Liangyi suddenly felt a little funny.

"Feng Min, I like men."

It took almost all his strength to get those words out of his mouth.

Calling each other by first and last name was almost a luxury in the past.

Feng Min's fingers stiffened, but he didn't let go: "I know."

Jian Liangyi took it back: "Fang Zilu and I..."

"We're not together," Feng Min quickly interrupted him, and then asked cautiously, "Is that right?"

Jian Liang was taken aback, and raised her eyes to look at the other party.

"If you're together, he won't let you come back alone." Feng Min grabbed Jian Liangyi's hand into his palm, his chest rose and fell as he spoke, and he seemed a little agitated, "Xiaoyi, if you're using him to stimulate me, I admit, you succeeded."

"I can't really see you with anyone else."