Chen Feng thought to himself, "What do you mean by asking me? How would I know? Su Ziyi clearly has feelings for you, but all these years you've neither accepted nor rejected her, keeping her hanging. Who knows what schemes you, this scheming man, have in mind?"
However, Chen Feng smiled and said, "It means very close friends."
Yin Feng: "Oh... But I don't want to be good friends with her anymore now. I don't know why, but just seeing her annoys me. I think I actually disliked her all along. My only good friend now is Ming Xu. Tell her to leave; I don't want to see her."
Chen Feng hesitated: "But... she definitely won't agree. When you went missing, she was very worried and searched for you with me all the way..."
Yin Feng put on a pair of new white sneakers by the bed, thought about the logic and the relationships involved, and asked: "Chen Feng, am I your boss, or is she your boss?"
Chen Feng: "Of course, you are."
Yin Feng stared at him: "Will you be loyal to me?"
Chen Feng was silent for a few seconds. For some reason, even though Yin Feng had lost his memories, dressed in ridiculous clothes and asking this question so seriously, Chen Feng could still sense a familiar pressure from those pitch-black eyes.
Suddenly, Chen Feng felt a sense of alertness and a warm surge in his heart. He replied: "Of course, you are my boss. Perhaps you've forgotten, but I used to be in a terrible state and was planning to commit suicide. Before doing so, without any hope, I wrote you a letter pouring out my feelings. You read it, arranged to meet me, and said that based solely on that letter, you recognized my talent and potential. You told me not to rush into dying and hired me with a high salary as your assistant for five years. I no longer want to die; my life is fulfilling and good now. Before your accident, you told me: No matter what you become or what you do in the future, I must stand by your side without questioning right or wrong or asking for reasons. I promised you I would do that. So now, whatever you say goes. I won't let Su Ziyi disturb you again."
After saying this, Chen Feng was nearly in tears. Then he saw Yin Feng puff up his cheeks with air, turning his handsome face into a bun-like shape, and then suddenly deflate it.
Chen Feng's expression remained unchanged.
Yin Feng said: "I see. It seems I was quite foresighted back then. Just now, when I looked at my old social media posts, I thought I looked really stupid."
Chen Feng smiled and said: "You weren't stupid back then, and you're not stupid now."
These words clearly warmed the fragile, young heart of the writer Yin. He broke into a bright, radiant smile, like a spring breeze under the moonlight. For a moment, Chen Feng seemed to see the young Yin Feng from years ago and couldn't help but smile as well.
Yin Feng said: "Pack the luggage. I'm going to find Ming Xu."
Chen Feng said: "Alright. Should we stay at a hotel near her place?"
Yin Feng's eyes flickered: "Do you think she'll let me stay at her house?"
Chen Feng said: "I'm afraid not."
Both fell silent for a while. Chen Feng said: "I have a way to pressure her into agreeing. Should we do it?"
Then he saw the boy, as pure as if newborn, avert his gaze, think for a moment, and say expressionlessly: "Yeah, do it."
Chen Feng thought to himself: Even if his mental age has regressed by twenty years, his true nature hasn't changed at all, has it? Really... that's great.So that day, when You Mingxu got off work and returned home, she had just reached the stairwell landing when she saw someone sitting on the floor outside her door, hugging their knees, with a carry-on bag placed beside their feet.
She halted her steps.
Yin Feng also looked up at her.
The two faced each other in silence for a moment. She continued climbing the stairs, while he remained seated, unmoving.
When she reached him, she sighed inwardly, crouched down, and asked, "Why are you here?"
Yin Feng grinned, radiantly bright: "I got my stitches removed. The doctor said I can go home to recuperate."
Suppressing the faint throbbing in her temples, You Mingxu maintained her composure and asked, "Then where is your home?"
He immediately lowered his head, avoiding her gaze, and tightly clasped his hands on his knees. "I don’t want to go there. I don’t remember anything about that place. You said that once I got better, I could come find you. Even though I’m tall, I don’t take up much space. I can sleep on the sofa or even on the floor—anything is fine."
You Mingxu was caught between laughter and exasperation. She had always been more responsive to softness than toughness, and she could sense Yin Feng’s caution, awkwardness, and hidden eagerness. But this absurd farce still hadn’t ended—he had been discharged from the hospital and had even found his way to her home!
She felt a sense of helplessness, as though her fists had nowhere to land. Collecting herself, she looked at the man before her. Perhaps because of his fluffy hairstyle and clothing, his originally sharp and mature features now appeared soft and somewhat comical. Especially since he was dressed entirely in green—a man over six feet tall, wearing all green! She had no idea who had picked out his clothes, but he looked just like a giant green caterpillar.
You Mingxu couldn’t help but laugh. She patted his head and said, "Yin Feng, I can’t take you in. It’s not because I don’t consider you a friend, but you’re a man, and I’m a woman. A man and a woman living alone together—it’s just not appropriate. It would be very inconvenient. Do you understand?"
Yin Feng remained silent, simply gazing at her with a pleading look in his eyes. You Mingxu felt somewhat unsettled under the fool’s earnest stare. She stood up and said, "I’m going inside. You should go home too. Have Chen Feng come pick you up."
"Mingxu..." he called out softly, his voice filled with entreaty.
You Mingxu didn’t respond, nor did she look back. She opened the door, went inside, and closed it.
Then she glanced at her watch—it was already past 9 p.m.
You Mingxu took a shower first, changed into loungewear, and as she passed through the living room, her expression remained blank. When she reached the door, her footsteps unconsciously softened as she approached the peephole to look outside.
The man was still sitting in the same spot, head lowered, eyes wide open, looking utterly dazed.
You Mingxu stepped away from the door.
She watched an episode of a TV drama, temporarily forgetting everything. After finishing, a smile still lingered on her lips, but almost immediately, she remembered the person outside the door. Surely, he must have left by now, right?
She got out of bed to use the bathroom, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own, leading her back to the door. She peeked outside again. Well, at least he had changed his posture—he was now sitting cross-legged, propping his chin with one hand while fiddling with the strap of his carry-on bag with the other.
You Mingxu watched him repeat this mechanical motion for three minutes, and a sudden irritation welled up inside her. She turned and went back to her room.
She turned off her tablet and lay down, glancing at the bedside alarm clock—it was already half past midnight. As a disciplined police officer, she closed her eyes to sleep.
After lying there for about half an hour, she abruptly sat up in bed, not even bothering with slippers, and walked barefoot to the door.She pulled the door open to find the man already lying down, his head resting on the luggage bag. Perhaps because the night was a bit chilly, he had curled up like a large green caterpillar. Hearing the noise, he turned his head, his clear, bright eyes seemingly devoid of any impurities. There was nothing in them except the reflection of the light and her figure.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
You Mingxu’s tone was unfriendly: "Get in and sleep on the sofa. Leave first thing in the morning."
He didn’t say a word, scrambled up, and picked up his luggage bag. You Mingxu walked straight into the bedroom and closed the door without even glancing at him.
Yin Feng stood alone at the entrance for a while, holding his luggage. Then he swiftly took off his shoes, changed into slippers, sat on the sofa, and quickly pulled out his pajamas to change into. A neatly folded thin quilt was placed on the sofa. He stared at it for a moment before immediately shaking it out, lying down, and wrapping himself tightly in it. He glanced once more at You Mingxu’s bedroom door, thinking about how she was less than ten meters away from him, and felt incredibly sweet inside. Closing his eyes, he soon drifted into a deep, fragrant dream.
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