Chapter 1386: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (Six Hundred and Forty-Nine)

Seeing the scene where one of his legs was blocked by the sofa, Feng Ling asked in surprise, "When did you wake up?"

"Just woke up." Li Nanheng lowered his arms and turned to her direction: "What was the sound outside just now?"

"Ah, I'm killing chickens, did I disturb you?"

"...you will kill?"

"I checked on the Internet and saw a tutorial on how to kill chickens, so I tried to kill one, it was okay, and it was quite successful." Feng Ling held the handle of the door with one clean hand, and the other There is still some blood on one hand, she is wearing Qianjia home clothes, her long hair is tied behind her head, she looks gentle and calm, but when it comes to killing a chicken, her expression does not change.

Li Nanheng: "Is there a tutorial for this thing?"

"Yes." After Feng Ling finished speaking, he looked at his legs again: "Move your legs to the right by ten centimeters, and then go forward to the door of the bedroom, which is about six or seven meters away from the sofa in the living room distance, there is no obstacle in the middle, you can come out by yourself?"

"Can."

"That's okay, I'll continue to kill." After finishing speaking, Feng Ling opened the bedroom door for him, turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Li Nanheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Following the route she said, he moved his legs away from the single sofa in the bedroom, exited the bedroom smoothly, and then slowly moved forward. He measured the distance according to his own steps, and arrived at the determined position. Finally, the edge of the leg did touch the edge of the sofa in the living room.

He touched the back of the sofa, and looked back for the sound from the kitchen, imagining the scene of Feng Ling killing a chicken, and inexplicably remembered what Ah K said on the phone about his denial of her.

Li Nanheng's heart trembled when he didn't say anything, he turned around and walked in the general direction of the kitchen, raised his hand and touched the wall that he almost hit, then walked along the wall to the kitchen door, and poked his head inside.

Feng Ling was squatting on the ground with his head buried in the fight, when he heard a movement, he turned around and saw Li Nanheng with his eyes out of focus, poking his head halfway to "look" at himself.

Feng Ling's eyes twitched with that inexplicable look of strong desire to survive.

"Do you need help?" Li Nanheng asked.

Feng Ling glanced at him: "What can you help?"

Li Nanheng is usually absolutely strong in his heart, even if he is ridiculed by Feng Ling, he doesn't feel like being shot, probably except that when he was in Israel, he felt that he would not survive, so he avoided people, otherwise, it would be him With such a strong heart, as long as he doesn't face death directly, even if Feng Ling is angry at him because he can't see it now, he won't be hurt.

The man just showed half of his head in front of the kitchen door, thoughtfully: "Stand by and direct you?"

"I'm just a chicken wing with a knife in my hand, do you need to direct me?" Feng Ling continued to lower his head to play with the chicken that was almost cleaned up: "It's not in the base, and you still need to direct me how to use the gun."

Li Nanheng stood in front of the door and laughed.

Feng Ling lowered his head and dealt with it for a while, then suddenly turned around and saw that Li Nanheng hadn't left yet.

There is no gauze over his eyes now, even if he can't see, but he just stands here and looks in her direction, it's really...

"Can you go back to the sofa and sit down first, and I will apply medicine to your eyes later, don't stand here."

"how?"

"You stand here and I can't cut it down with this knife."

Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows, as if he understood, nodded, turned around, and walked forward feeling the air.

...

After the messy scene in the kitchen was cleared up, Feng Ling cleaned up his messy clothes, and then went to take a bath. After the bath, he went to get the medicine that the doctor ordered her to apply to his eyes on time every day. Cover his eyes.

Feng Ling's movements were very light, every time he applied the medicine, he seemed afraid of touching his eyes, but he had to touch them with his fingers.

Li Nanheng sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, and said slowly: "If my eyes never heal, you can't help me apply medicine for the rest of my life.

"

"Why not?" Feng Ling's tone was calm, completely unaffected by his words, and patiently fiddled with the medical gauze in his hand: "The doctor said that you are only oppressing the optic nerve because of brain congestion and some chemical smoke. It will be fine, maybe you can see it all of a sudden, or maybe you won’t see it for ten or twenty years, just follow the doctor’s advice every day, there will be nothing wrong in the end.”

"Hearing your tone, you really have deep affection for me, a disabled person who can't see, and you don't dislike me at all." The man laughed.

Feng Ling helped him put the gauze on, and then stepped back to check carefully to see if it was neatly pasted, lest one on top of the other look too funny, and then stepped forward to adjust the position of the gauze on the left eye, while adjusting Bian said: "Of course not, you have seen me in my teens, you have seen me in my twenties, you have seen me when I was the most beautiful, and you will always remember it."

"Well, so?"

"If you really can't see all the time in the future, there's nothing wrong with it, at least you can't see my old look." Feng Ling removed his hand from the medical gauze on his eyes, satisfied that he is now applying the medical patch for him The level of gauze is getting better and better.

She was about to walk away, but her wrist was suddenly heavy, and the man suddenly held it in her hand.

"I want to see." He held her hand, his tone was calm yet firm.

Want to see, what to see? See how she will grow old in the next few decades?

This kind of inexplicable and vague promise that the two of them will grow old together sounds a little heart-pounding, Feng Ling looked down at the hand he was holding in his own.

She settled down for a while and said, "There is something you haven't answered me yet."

"What?"

"The TMing matter, and the one billion financing matter, how did you know that these two things were what I wanted to do most at the time? Including the part of the clean funds retained in TMing, which can be used to give Feng's Filling the treasury, using it for emergency fund operations, everything just helped me to the edge, did I really say something to you after drinking too much?"

Li Nanheng hooked his lips lightly, released his hand from her wrist, and calmly pulled the thin blanket on his leg upwards: "Are you not clear about your state after drinking too much?"

"...Of course I don't know."

Li Nanheng smiled: "At that time you hugged my leg and called your husband, begging your husband to help you get rid of TMing and Feng Mingyi, begging your husband to help you get rid of TMing and Feng Mingyi, and begging your husband to help you secure a billion yuan financing. The appearance is too touching, I couldn't bear it, and did it after leaving the resort."

Feng Ling: "..."

She turned her head to look around, and then suddenly looked in the direction of the kitchen.

Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you speak? What are you doing?"

Feng Ling had no expression on his face: "I'm looking for the knife with which I killed the chicken just now."

Li Nanheng: "... Huh?"

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(I just noticed that there are double monthly tickets again. It’s the end of the month. Dads who have monthly tickets, please be lucky~)