long thought

Chapter 21

The atmosphere in the car did not dissipate until Lin Zhi turned on the music and finally said, "The doctor said you are recovering well."

"Hmm..." Yang Fengshi didn't know what to say, so he could only follow what he said: "The stitches can be removed next week."

After being silent for a while, Lin Zhi finally remembered something again: "My sister and the others will have a wedding next month, let me invite you."

"Well, good." Yang Fengshi picked up his pants again, he actually didn't quite understand why they came out of the elevator like this, he was the only one who obviously had a ghost in his heart.

Could it be... Lin Zhi noticed it?

Yang Fengshi suddenly panicked, thinking about his behavior just now, was it because his face was too red and his appearance was too guilty?

So he began to try to hide it, "Well...Sister Xinwei also said that she would introduce me to a girlfriend."

"Really?" Lin Zhi seemed to have regained his composure, "She's willing to introduce someone to others, you just don't mind."

Yang Fengshi continued to duplicity: "Why would you mind? It's too late to thank you..."

"That's good."

The atmosphere became silent again.

Yang Fengshi felt that he had screwed up, but he couldn't figure out the reason at all, so he simply kept his mouth shut.

Lin Zhi put him at the gate of the community, and said, "I have something to do, go to the publishing house, you go back first."

"it is good."

Yang Fengshi watched his car gradually disappear, and his heart suddenly became empty.

Can't even make friends?

The afternoon sun was still hot, and the traffic on the road brought up waves of dust, which were clearly visible under the strong light. He stood under the tree, but his heart felt chills.

The phone rang, and he came back to his senses, and quickly took out the phone to check.But it wasn't Lin Zhi, it was the message from the courier station, and it was the arrival of his sensory controller.

Yang Fengshi stood for a while, then heaved a sigh of relief, sorted out his mood, and then went to the courier station.

He had a very fulfilling afternoon, studying the controller for a long time, connecting the TV, downloading the software, and playing until someone knocked on the door in the afternoon.

Yang Fengshi hadn't been so tired for a long time. He was sweating all over, and finally he was so hot that he even turned on the air conditioner in the living room. He never turned on the air conditioner in the living room when he was alone at home.

He has basically never touched any sports since he was a child, and he even chose Taijiquan as an elective for college sports.So even if he was just facing the TV screen, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet at first, not to mention that he was still playing with his left hand, but this didn't affect his sweating while playing alone.

He went to wash his face before eating, and then he realized that his wound was a little painful. It should be that he had moved too much and sweated again, and the wound was a little affected.

Yang Fengshi remembered what the doctor had told him today that he was "recovering very well", but he slapped the doctor in the face before the day was over.

He moved his arm slightly, but fortunately, it didn't hurt too much, and it shouldn't cause inflammation, just pay more attention next time.

I thought so, but not long after eating, Yang Fengshi's hands started to itch again, and he fought for a while before going to take a bath.

At night, he continued to watch the TV series during the day, and before he knew it, it was late at night. Seeing that he didn't go back to his room, Xiao Hei stayed with him all the time, and finally fell asleep on the sofa.

Yang Fengshi watched it very carefully, his mood fluctuated with the plot, and when he remembered to check the time, he realized that it was already 12 o'clock.

He suddenly found a good way to pass the time. An episode of a TV series lasts about four to 10 minutes, and a few hours of watching a few episodes will pass.

Yang Fengshi never knew before that he could watch TV dramas.Since he was a child, he had little contact with things like mobile phones, computers, and TVs. He had no chance before, and later he was not interested. The few movies he watched were tasks assigned by his high school English teacher.

Only now did he finally understand why Yang Wenwen always clamored to watch TV when he was a child.

And looking at it now, the time is not so sad, maybe he can rely on the TV and the handle for the days when he is not going to work.

Yang Fengshi belatedly felt a little sleepy, he yawned and turned off the TV, then went to the room with Xiao Hei in his arms.

When he woke up the next morning, he found that his arm was sore and itchy, and his sleepy nerves were instantly cleared up. He carefully looked at the place wrapped in gauze, but he couldn't find anything after looking for a long time.So he took out his mobile phone and looked it up again, but there were all kinds of answers on the Internet, some said it was because the wound was healing, and some said it was because it was infected, and he didn't know which one to believe.

Yang Fengshi thought about it for a long time, but still felt that he should go to the hospital, just to be on the safe side, don't wait a long time for the wound to heal when the wound becomes inflamed.

Then he began to agonize over whether to send Lin Zhi a message, and this entanglement lasted until noon. He stared at the takeaway bag for a long time, and finally made up his mind, and sent Lin Zhi a message: There seems to be something wrong with my wound. I want to go to the hospital to see.

He didn't hesitate this time, and quickly sent it out, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.Then immediately put down the phone and started eating.

Lin Zhi came back very slowly, he ate almost half of the meal before returning: I have a dinner today, it should be quite late to go back, I'm sorry I can't accompany you to the hospital

Yang Fengshi's heart turned cold, and he stopped as if he couldn't chew the half-chewed rice.But he still replied quickly: It's okay, you are busy, I can go by myself.

Z: Pick a time when there are few people, be careful of the wound, and tell me after the inspection

Yang Fengshi: Good.

Yang Fengshi turned off his cell phone, but he didn't pick up his chopsticks again. He should be wasting his day.

After a long time, he still put the rest in the refrigerator, although he didn't know if he would still eat it.

He didn't know which time period the hospital would be less crowded, so he found a random time to go.

The wound is not inflamed, and the itching is indeed due to healing.The doctor changed his medicine again, and explained to him, "Even if the wound recovers well, you can't be too casual, you still have to rest."

Time began to slow down again. It was 13:12 when he went out, and it was 14:09 when he returned home, which was less than an hour.

The handle can't be played, and he can only watch TV again.But what's strange is that he doesn't seem to be able to see into it like yesterday. The hero and heroine always separate and reunite, as if they are not firm at all, and they can be separated after a little misunderstanding and quarrel. He doesn't like this kind of plot.

So Yang Fengshi fell asleep after looking at it.

He was woken up by a knock on the door. Today's takeaway seems to be a little earlier than usual, but he is not hungry at all.

The TV had reached the finale, and he watched the hero and heroine kissing in the flower field, and he couldn't help thinking: If they were together all the time, how many fights would they have and how many times would they break up?Can the relationship really stand up to their tossing like this?

Yang Fengshi felt a little stupid, because only a fool would be entangled in the future of the characters in the TV series, as long as they show a happy ending on the screen, wouldn't it be fine?

He changed to watch another TV idol drama, and he was not hungry until the meal was completely cold, so he simply put these in the refrigerator.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he went to take a shower, and then continued to watch TV.

The knock on the door was very sudden and strange, "Boom, boom, boom..." The knocking was heavy and slow.

Yang Fengshi was a little nervous for no reason, first looked in the cat's eyes, it was Lin Zhi!

As soon as he opened the door, a smell of alcohol came to his face.

"Good evening..." Lin Zhi seemed a little drunk, although his expression was sober, he spoke slowly.He raised his phone and said, "The phone is out of battery and turned off. I'm afraid I'll miss your message."

Yang Fengshi stared at him in a daze for a while, then lowered his head, his nose suddenly became a little sour, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I forgot..." He didn't forget, he thought Lin Zhi was just being polite.

Lin Zhi looked at his meekly drooping hair, and felt comfortable for no reason. He didn't mind his apology anymore, but asked him, "Can I go in?"

Yang Fengshi raised his head and turned away quickly, "Yes... yes!" Then he took off his shoes again.

Lin Zhi went in and changed, and asked him as he walked in, "Is the wound all right?" He should be wearing a suit today, but his coat has gone somewhere, and he only has black trousers and a white shirt on his body. He has excellent proportions, broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs.

"It's okay, just pay more attention in the future."

Lin Zhi sat down on the sofa and asked him again: "What are you doing at home?"

Yang Fengshi walked over, feeling a little guilty, "I'm playing badminton..."

Lin Zhi picked up the handle he put on the coffee table: "Use this?"

"Um……"

Lin Zhi smiled, then leaned his head back on the sofa, and unconsciously put his hands on his stomach.

"Are you feeling sick to your stomach?" Yang Fengshi asked him when he saw it.

Lin Zhi looked at him, "No, it's just that my stomach is a little hot." The dinner was like this, drinking and chatting, and couldn't eat a few mouthfuls of food.

Yang Fengshi remembered the meal he didn't eat this afternoon, so he told him to wait, then went to the refrigerator to get the meals, poured them into porcelain bowls, and heated them up in the microwave for him one by one.

He couldn't use much strength in his other hand, so his movements were a little clumsy.

Lin Zhi lay on the sofa, and didn't help him, just watched him quietly, the TV was still on, and the picture and sound made him feel familiar and at ease.

"I don't know if it's enough, you can eat it first, and order takeaway if it's not enough." Yang Fengshi brought him all the things and arranged them, then handed the chopsticks to Lin Zhi.

He used a new bowl that he had just bought. It was made of pale green frosted ceramics, dotted with some small white flowers, which made the dishes more delicate.

"That's enough. I drank too much at night, and I don't have much left to eat." Lin Zhi said, and started to eat.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing today?" Lin Zhi asked him suddenly.

Yang Fengshi pretended to watch TV seriously, without turning his head: "Everyone has their own business." He just felt that he was not qualified to ask.

But Lin Zhi said to himself: "My dad wants to retire, and wants to stop several long-term cooperation companies. Liquidated damages can be paid, but the reputation can't be lost, so he asked me to sell smiling faces."

Yang Fengshi turned his head to look at him, but saw that there was no impatience on his face.

Instead, he smiled: "He finally wants to retire."

Lin Zhi ate quickly, put down his chopsticks, and lay back on the sofa again, "Put the bowl there first, and I'll wash it."

Yang Fengshi stood up, "I'll put it back in the sink first."

When he came back after putting away the bowl, he saw Lin Zhi already lying on the sofa with his eyes closed.

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I may be ending the daily update (something has happened in the past two days), although few people read my stuff...