Chapter 79 Fu Ji [Bluffing]

Author: Yaoli

A soft and delicate hand gently touched his head.

No one has touched his head for a long time, or in other words, only Yan Ran has touched his head from beginning to end.

It's still that familiar feeling.

Slender and soft fingers darted through his hair, and an electric tingle ran along his spine and throughout his body.

He breathed heavily for a second.

But he still held on, with an indifferent look on his face, "What about my gift?"

Yan Ran lowered his eyes and smiled. This smile made him a little angry.

sarcasm.

"Didn't you leave with Fu Yi?"

Yan Ran said, "No."

He snorted coldly, his eyes wandering on the cuffs of his shirt, and while stroking it gently and slowly with his fingertips, he said lightly, "It's obviously there, otherwise why wouldn't you respond to me when I call you?"

The tone of accusation is so obvious.

He was inexplicably looking forward to Yan Ran's answer.

But Yan Ran didn't speak.

He clenched his fingers tightly, the joints on the back of his hands were exposed, and his face turned pale.

After a while, he raised his head.

But he saw Yan Ran looking at him with a sad and helpless look, her pale lips pursed, as pale and sickly as the snow that was about to melt.

She said: "Didn't you say you don't want to see me again?"

At that moment, the sourness almost overflowed from his bones, making his whole body ache.

He wanted to say something, but it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands strangled his neck, preventing him from making any sound.

He could only watch Yan Ran disappear slowly, as if he really didn't want to appear in front of him again as he thought.

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The sky is slightly exposed, and warm clouds gather on the horizon, as if soaked in blood, showing a faint red color.

He woke up from the bed, sweating profusely, as if he was under great mental pressure, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted.

The room was so quiet. If you listened carefully, it seemed that the only sound was his breathing, as if he was the only one left in the world at this moment.

The atmosphere that should have been his preferred atmosphere was now so oppressive and suffocating.

He turned over and found nothing around him, without any body temperature.

He slowly stretched out his hand and touched it in the air. His lowered eyelashes seemed to be feeling something silently.

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One morning he was very interested and got up very early before dawn and went to the market to buy vegetables.

Put on an apron and go to the battlefield.

His plan included five white fungus and lotus seed oatmeal porridge, ham and egg pancakes, corn and seaweed rice balls, and rice flower rolls.

After two hours of busy work, the whole kitchen was in a mess, as if it had been looted, and the situation was miserable.

His body wasn't much better either. His fingers were burned several times and blistered. He looked at the blisters on his hands and turned his head, "Brother Yan, my hands hurt."

The air was silent, without any response.

He turned around as if nothing had happened, calmly dealt with the blisters on his hands, and continued cooking.

After unremitting efforts, the breakfast was still a bit...hard to describe.

He put all the dishes on the table, full of expectations.

"Brother Yan, this is my new skill. Come and try it. How does it taste?"

As soon as he said these words, his hands had already placed the filled white fungus oatmeal on the opposite side.

But the seat opposite was empty.

The cold air slapped his face coldly, and he felt as if he had been filled with mud, and his whole body was frozen.

He was vaguely aware that something was getting more and more wrong with him, and at the empty dining table, he became angry first.

This is a very strange thing. He doesn't feel that he misses Yan Ran that much, or that he feels that much. He has been dead for half a year, and it still has no impact on his life.

There is just such a person, what is there to care about?

But just because he was such a careless person, he frequently did some very stupid things.

There was no reaction in his mind. Those two words seemed to be engraved in his mind, dripping with blood and sticky on the tip of his tongue. Regardless of his thoughts, he couldn't wait to vent them out.

However, the more suppressed and controlled he was, the more profound and unbearable the name engraved in his bones became, trying to burrow into the seams of his bones bit by bit, as if it was driving him crazy before he would give up.

Fu Ji took a deep breath, sat down, and took a bite without caring whether it was hot or not. He just chewed a few mouthfuls and didn't even swallow it. His expression suddenly became particularly wonderful.

In the end, he showed a look of disgust, and the porcelain bowl was rudely smashed on the table. All the porridge in the bowl almost spilled out. He ran to the kitchen and vomited it all out. He rinsed his mouth back and forth several times before suppressing the feeling.

Disgusting feeling.

He poured the breakfast he had cooked for two hours into the trash can without blinking an eye.

At the same time, I was thinking uncontrollably.

In what mood and attitude did Yan Ran say "not bad" to the breakfast he made?

No wonder, no wonder Yan Ran didn't let him taste it every time. He also ridiculously thought that his cooking was really good, so Yan Ran could finish every meal.

Just like Yan Ran obviously doesn't like watching horror movies. It can be said that he hates fear and is very resistant to it. The corners of his eyes are red, as if he will be scared to cry in the next second, but he pretends to be disapproving in front of him.

It seemed like she was not afraid of anything, and nothing seemed to hurt her.

Fu Ji stood in front of the kitchen counter, his expression gloomy and scary.

He thought, what is the meaning of what Yan Ran did?

Why don't you just say it's unpleasant? Why can you pretend to be calm no matter what?

Silent indulgence, doting without any bottom line, is like a woven net, and he is the fish in it, tightly entangled in the net, already immersed in the gentle trap, unable to swim no matter what.

come out.

Could this be Yan Ran’s purpose?

Fu Ji did make it so unpalatable on purpose because he wanted to tease people, but later he really worked hard. He thought his results had improved, but he didn't expect that it was just Yan Ran's fault.

A lie.

He was eager to question and confront Yan Ran face to face.

However, he was destined to be unable to reply.

Because that person is no longer here.

He looked at the endless stream of water, his dark eyes like a deep opaque well, hiding the violent emotional fluctuations underneath. He pinched his fingers tightly, and it took almost ten percent of his concentration to stabilize his expression.

He closed his eyes tightly, the aperture of the black-red liquid stimulated his nerves, and the chest wrapped in his shirt slowly rose and fell. The stiff blood vessels seemed to burst, and anxious emotions accumulated in his heart.

In his ears, he heard the clear and hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!