Just because they are neighbors?
Zhang Xueqing asked herself over and over again.
She thought this man had feelings for her, but it turned out that everything was her own fault.
Many of the help I received in the past were due to my identity as a neighbor and Xinxin. How could I have that kind of charm? I was too self-righteous.
Yes, who would like her look like this? A snowfall would be like killing her. She is too weak to take care of herself, so it's better not to delay others.
What is she longing for? If Meng Fansen really told her the answer in her heart, how would she react?
Respond to him?
she thinks.
But she couldn't. She suddenly felt like a scumbag. How could she become like this? Zhang Xueqing hated herself like this.
He pushed himself up, got out of bed, and met Meng Fansen who was washing dishes in the kitchen.
"If it's because of me, you don't have to come back specially. I called Manyun and she will come over in the afternoon. You can take good care of Xinxin in the hospital."
Meng Fansen stopped washing the dishes, and after a while he made a sound from his chest,
"Um."
After receiving the response, Zhang Xueqing ignored him and went directly to the bathroom. Looking at the busy figures outside, she gave up the idea of taking a bath and soaked her stiff hands with slightly hotter water.
The hot water started from both hands and went all the way to the bottom of my heart. After soaking for a while, the stiffness in my fingers gradually faded away. I hooked my fingers. They were not flexible, but they were much better than before.
"Then I'll leave first. Ah Hei and A Bei have been let go. You don't have to worry about them. I've also brought back the firewood, which is enough for you these days."
After a pause, he continued, "Take care of yourself and remember to call me."
After the explanation, the talents went out and left.
Zhang Xueqing, who had been standing still, looked at the flames burning in the stove pit. The firewood crackled inside, and his smell was everywhere in the kitchen.
But there was no sign of him.
Neighbors will be neighbors. It won't be a few years anyway. It's better to keep a distance from each other in the future. She is afraid that she will get deeper and deeper and will be reluctant to leave when the time comes.
Zhang Xueqing slept very comfortably that night. The room was warm, and her body gradually stretched. Only when she relaxed did she feel like she was alive again.
The early morning sun was particularly dazzling. When I approached the window, I saw the world covered in silver outside.
The snow was white and there was no variegated color. After looking through the window for a long time, I finally gave up the idea of going out.
I cooked porridge in the rice cooker, heated up two buns that Pang Manyun had frozen before, and took out the cold dishes from the refrigerator. A simple breakfast was settled.
Taking advantage of the fact that her body wasn't feeling particularly uncomfortable, Zhang Xueqing lit the stove pit, lest it get too cold in the afternoon and she was too lazy to move. It was still necessary to warm up the house in advance.
She spent a long time doing a simple thing, but her body was particularly weak in winter.
After finishing everything, she checked the time. It was almost noon, and she couldn't go out. So she took out her drawing board, trying to keep the white sky outside the window on paper.
I hadn't noticed before, but the social software where she uploaded her paintings now had many fans. Since her upload time was not fixed, many fans left messages urging for updates.
This was something Zhang Xueqing never expected. It was just a painting. She would draw it casually when she was free and bored, and then upload it to her own self-media for easy storage. She did not expect that someone would push for an update of this thing.
Many fans have taken a fancy to her paintings and want to come to the location where she painted to see if they are really like what she painted.
On the social platform without a word, more than 20 comparison pictures of mobile phone photos and paintings have been uploaded in the past six months, and now have more than tens of thousands of fans.
Every time she logs in, there are 999+ messages. Zhang Xueqing occasionally browses through them. Most of them are those urging updates. There are also people who want to come and play and ask her for her address. There are also a few who want to buy her paintings and ask her about the price.
As she was flipping through the pages, a distinctive message caught her attention.
[This place is quite suitable for retirement. 】
This simple sentence hit Zhang Xueqing's fancy. She seemed to have met a confidant who had the same idea, and she was immediately interested in replying.
【Um. 】
After posting today’s snow scene, I immediately exited.
Just as I was about to get up, there was a muffled barking of a dog outside.
"Woof woof woof!"
The sound is hollow and reverberant.
Worried that the two giants would scare people, Zhang Xueqing hurriedly put on her clothes and opened the door to go out.
At the entrance of the courtyard, two big cats kept barking. Across the door, Pang Manyun stood shivering outside.
"Ahei Abe, go back to your nest!"
Braving the biting cold, I called back the two dogs.
Seeing her come out, both dogs breathed a deep sigh of relief, and the two big dogs swung their tails and returned to their cages.
They are helpless to have to go out for business on such a cold day.
Seeing that the dog walked away obediently, Pang Manyun pushed open the courtyard door, ran a few steps quickly, stopped Zhang Xueqing's pace, and
"Come into the house and talk."
"Why did you come here at this time, where is the child?"
As soon as she sat down, Zhang Xueqing asked impatiently.
After wiping the frost formed by the heat on his face, Pang Manyun opened his mouth to explain,
"The children are at home. It's too cold, so I didn't let them follow me. It snowed suddenly. I'm a little worried about you, so I came over to take a look."
As he spoke, he took out the things he brought from the basket he carried with him.
"I don't know what you're missing, so I just bought some to see if there's anything else I'm missing. I'll bring it next time. It's too cold, so don't run out. If you're missing anything, just call me."
"These are the pickles I have made. I will put them in the refrigerator for you later. If you want to eat them, I have also cut the meat for you. According to your appetite, I will give you a small bag for each meal. You can just take it out and use it."
"These are the pastries I brought for you. Eat some when you don't want to move. Don't go hungry."
"You said you didn't know how to call me and see if this is enough for a week? Dabao hasn't gone on holiday yet, so I can only come back next week.
By the way, when is your aunt? I forgot to bring you an auntie towel this time. If there is time, I will bring it next time. "
Pang Manyun kept talking for a long time, but there was no response from the other party. He raised his head in confusion and met Zhang Xueqing's big watery eyes.
"What's wrong with this? Why is it uncomfortable?"
Zhang Xueqing sniffed, shook her head, stepped forward, hugged Pang Manyun's thin body,
"Nice to have you."
The body of the person being hugged was obviously a little stiff. He reacted and pulled Zhang Xueqing away from him.
"It's cold all over your body. When did we, the cool top student, learn to be sensational?"
Zhang Xueqing laughed through her tears, "What a top student, you're still sitting in this ravine, don't make fun of me."
