How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 192

   Chapter 192 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the twilight clouds (29)

   went home, Wen Xien felt very strange about the place where Feng Yansheng lived. Feng Yansheng looked like a young master raised by a rich man, but the place where he lived was extraordinarily simple and messy.

   Wen Xien helped him clean up and cooked by himself. Fortunately, there were still some dishes in the kitchen.

Feng Yansheng's mouth was very picky, he didn't eat unpleasant food, and he didn't eat ugly food. Wen Xien's cooking was ugly and unpalatable. Feng Yansheng didn't get used to it the first time. The second time he took a bite or two slowly, and the third time Just ate a bowl of rice.

   There is nothing that cannot be adapted to now.

He didn't know why he wanted to stay in such a dilapidated place, and he didn't know why he made himself so embarrassed in order to fight for this breath. He was the only one who bowed his head. He was still the prince walking sideways in the capital. But if that's the case, it's better to kill him.

Feng Yansheng can't say anything about his money anymore. His card was frozen. When he first came to M City, he still had hundreds of thousands, and he had already spent it all. Now he says he has nothing. Not even a cent.

   He also had nothing to rely on.

   Slowly, Feng Yansheng, who had no concept of money before, gradually understood the word life.

  If he is not covered by the money his parents gave him, what is he? He doesn't talk anymore about those stupid **** he used to talk about now.

  Stay next to Wen Xien, eat bland meals with Wen Xien, and wear those washed white clothes. He has nothing to choose, because until now, Wen Xien is also taking care of him.

   He seemed to have suddenly entered a whole new world. Before, he always felt that he was miserable without the attention of his parents, but now he suddenly realized that these things can be worthless.

  Because he has too much, he magnifies some losses beyond acceptance.

   Feng Yan knows nothing. He is domineering in the capital, causing trouble. The school does not dare to accept him. How can anyone in the school dare to control him? He hadn't been to school for a long time. There were children from aristocratic families just like him in the school, and there were top students who could not afford to look down on them by virtue of their own abilities. People on both sides of Feng Yansheng didn't like them, so he didn't stay in the school. , like crazy wild everywhere.

   He felt that the school wouldn't teach him anything anyway, and it would be fine if he didn't stay there. Because he was born with something that others need to struggle for in a lifetime that may not necessarily be touched.

   Wen Xien turned on the TV to show him. She probably seldom watched TV, and it took a long time to get it right.

   Feng Yansheng was still wearing bandages on his hands, and the splint on his chest had not been removed. He could only lie on the sofa in a very strange posture.

   He kept looking at Wen Xien, and some of the things Wen Xien did could attract his attention.

  The programs on TV are too hypocritical, but they are not as real as what you see in front of you.

   Some time ago, Feng Yansheng just had a vague idea, and now that idea has been completely spawned. What he knew was wrong, and many of his actions were ignorant. Because the world he first came into contact with was the illusion that his parents shaded him. Now he has broken free from that illusion. No one thinks he is amazing anymore, and no one is afraid of him anymore. He begins to see some things clearly. fact.

   After thinking about these things clearly, Feng Yansheng began to think again, why did Wen Xien save him?

  In the past, others were good to him because of the shadow of his parents, and others wanted to flatter him and gain benefits from him, so why did Wen Xien? Is... pity him?

  If it was pity for him... Feng Yansheng felt a little sad in his heart.

   In fact, Feng Yansheng didn't remember very well before, and he never remembered unimportant things for too long.

He just remembers Wen Xien's face. After all, Wen Xien's face can't be forgotten if he wants to. When he first came to M city, he saw Wen Xien at school, and the memory that had been forgotten came out. He treated Wen Xien so much back then. He didn't expect Wen Xien to save him.

   Feng Yansheng didn't understand.

  In Wen Xien's eyes, he has nothing and no money and power. It seems that he really only has the appearance of being humiliated and humiliated to make people feel compassion.

  If it's just poor...

   Wen Xien held the medicine in his hand and looked at the instructions with a serious expression.

  Feng Yansheng watched Wen Xien for a long time. There were so-called entertainment programs on TV. Feng Yansheng held the remote control with one hand and read Wen Xien's name again in his heart.

   He wanted to call her, but he didn't dare.

  When he knew Wen Xien's name, he only thought it was a common name, but once you felt that the person with this name was imprinted in your eyes, you would feel that the name lingering on your lips and tongue gently made people shudder.

   Wen Xien took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the medicine. He probably didn't quite understand how to get the medicine.

   At this time, the entertainment program on the TV was bursting with laughter from the audience. This sound shocked Feng Yansheng, and Wen Xien turned his head.

   "Jon." Feng Yansheng grabbed the remote control subconsciously when he called out the name.

   Wen Xien's eyes moved from the TV to his face.

   "I'm thirsty, pour me a glass of water."

   Feng Yansheng said this in the past, and he never felt inappropriate, but now he said these words to Wen Xien, but he was afraid that Wen Xien would think that he was helping him, "Is it okay?"

  If Wen Xien refused, he wouldn't say anything.

   He said it to give Wen Xien room to refuse.

   But Wen Xien didn't refuse. Wen Xien put the phone on the table, came over and poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him.

   Feng Yansheng took the water and lowered his head to drink.

   Wen Xien settled Feng Yansheng, and when he turned to leave, Feng Yansheng suddenly called him again.

   "Why do you want to save me?" Feng Yansheng knew how flustered he was, "In the beginning, I treated you so much, and I even bullied you with them..."

   He was also one of the murderers. He watched with a cold eye and even stepped in when he was in a bad mood. He also targeted Wen Xien everywhere.

   Wen Xien made a move.

  Feng Yansheng was so nervous that he intuitively wanted to know the answer, but he was afraid of the answer.

   "If I knew it was you, I probably wouldn't have saved me."

   Wen Xien's voice was very quiet, just a simple narration without any emotional fluctuations.

   Feng Yansheng clenched the cup in his hand, he could only see a profile of Wen Xien, but that profile made him feel terrible.

   He began to regret it.

   This is the first time he regrets in his life.

  Wen Xien has been going home late recently and getting up early in the morning, as does Qiao Ling, they haven't seen each other for almost a week.

   This time Wen Xien was going home with Ma Qing after class.

   Ma Qing's face is not very good, although she also hopes that Wen Xien can better integrate into this social environment, but if Wen Xien really integrates, she will feel extra uncomfortable.

   In the past, Wen Xien only had her one friend, and she only knew her at school. Maybe even Wen Xien himself didn't realize it. Wen Xien looked at her very dependently, especially at school.

   But now this feeling is gone, because Wen Xien has more people around, more people have attracted her attention, Wen Xien will no longer rely on her.

   For example, these few days, I haven't seen Wen Xien after school every day. In the past, Wen Xien would wait for her at the door of the classroom after school.

   When Ma Qing got into the car, Wen Xien was already in the car. Wen Xien had headphones on his ears, closed his eyes, and leaned on the car seat with his back beam.

   Ma Qing glanced at Wen Xien hesitantly. Just as she was about to speak, Wen Xien turned her head and looked out the car window.

  Ma Qing endured and endured, but still said, "Enen, have you been very busy recently? I haven't seen you a few days ago."

   Ma Qing waited for a long time without waiting for a response from the people around her. She patted Wen Xien on the shoulder lightly, but was thrown away by Wen Xien's conditioned reflex.

  Ma Qing bit her lip, looking a little aggrieved, "Enen..."

   Maybe Wen Xien also felt that her reaction was too violent. She lowered her eyelashes to cover up and said lightly, "I'm sorry."

   "I don't want to be sorry." Ma Qing's sweet face was wrinkled together, and she wanted to hold Wen Xien's hand coquettishly.

   This time Wen Xien didn't hide and let her hold her, but her body was involuntarily stiff.

   (end of this chapter)

Chapter end