Li Shaofeng went out for a long time, Chen Meng cleaned up the living room, and was standing in the kitchen wondering whether to make lunch and wait for him to come back, but heard the sound of the door opening.

When Chen Meng came out, he saw that Li Shaofeng had already come in, looked up at the painting on the wall, and his eyes made Chen Meng's heart stab hard.

Li Shaofeng stretched out his hand to straighten the somewhat crooked frame, and was about to touch her white skirt, but shrank back when he saw the striking red on his hand, as if he was afraid of staining the painting.

Realizing Chen Meng's gaze, Li Shaofeng raised his eyes to look at her, and the two of them stared through the fine dust in the air.

"Go to the couch and sit down." Chen Meng said.

Because of the look in his eyes when he looked at the photo, because of the violent beating just now, it quietly changed something in the subconscious of the two of them.

Li Shaofeng walked over and sat down, watching her pull out the medicine box from the top floor of the cabinet in the living room as if she were juggling—he never knew where to put these things, but she could easily find them at home.

The girl bathed in the afternoon sun, the beautiful silhouette is covered with a layer of gold, and no matter how beautiful the photographer is, he can't take this scene to the extreme.

She crouched down on one knee in front of the couch and pointed to his knee, his hands in motion, and she began to concentrate on his wounds.

Saline flushed, and carefully checked for glass residue, and he could see her hair whirling when he looked down.

"I'm going to wipe it with alcohol, it hurts a little, you bear with it."

Such lines seem familiar, and Li Shaofeng remembered it.

When she was still a hot-blooded second girl running out to fight with someone on his back, he always dealt with her while talking like this, and those little things that were once thought to be trivial would be magnified countless times after being lost, and they were recalled again and again, how sweet it was at the beginning and how painful it is now.

"So an adult, why don't you have any brains? Won't you hit him somewhere else? Glasses are originally the existence of injuring the enemy by a thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, the next time you fight, avoid it, don't be stupid and kick people's vital points, if it is broken, you still have to lose money, and hit the other party who can't break the meat! ”

"Hmm."

Li is not afraid of people, and Chen Biao is not crazy, it seems abnormal but it seems to be like this.

Tweezers gently run over the wound with a cotton ball of alcohol, and the quiet atmosphere reduces the stinging pain of the wound, and no physical pain is more reassuring than the sense of belonging from the heart.

Chen Meng focused all his attention on treating the wound, deliberately ignoring the focused gaze from the top of his head.

"Li Shaoru's matter has been recorded, and when more evidence is collected to find the real culprit in the future, the police will cooperate with us, and I will sue the newspaper later, but it is not suitable to publicize it now, it is easy to startle the snake."

Let the truth fly for a while, and then find out when the evidence is complete.

She threw away the alcohol cotton ball and began to wrap gauze around his hand, looping the gauze around it, she asked as if unintentionally.

"Why... Believe me so? ”

In this sentence, she didn't say "my sister", and she didn't want the vest, so she wanted to continue to confess.

"Because—" He paused for a moment, and it wasn't until she tied a beautiful bow on the gauze on his hand that she gave Chen Meng an answer with a long aftertaste.

"There's me."

... Have something to do with you? Chen Meng was stunned.

She suddenly thought of the German in the small book that the second master showed her, which translates to have a meaning, you have (me).