1757 The Real World 2

Ming looked at the two people in the courtyard, and the figure disappeared.

Bei Yutang turned around and looked at the man in front of him, her eyes were full of disbelief, and there was a slight trembling in her voice, "You, what did you just call me?"

Feng Lihen's mind seemed to be pricked by a needle, and there was a burst of stinging pain, and the hand on her waist suddenly loosened.

"What did you just call me?" Bei Yutang asked again eagerly.

Feng Lihen held his head, looked up at her, and the person in front of him no longer had the familiar feeling that he had given him before.

Bei Yutang noticed that he was pressing his head, "What's the matter with you?"

When her hand was about to touch his, Feng Liken took two steps back, avoiding her touch.

The indifference and alienation emanating from him made Bei Yutang's footsteps pause.

In him, she did not feel that kind of fetters, no familiar feeling.

He is not him.

However, there was a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Bei Yutang looked at him persistently, "What did you just call me?"

"Sorry, I was the one who was abusive to the girl just now."

Bei Yutang didn't hear him, but insisted, "Answer me, what did you just call me?"

Feng Lihen was startled by the madness and perseverance in her eyes, her expression paused, and she thought back to what she had just said, as if she said something, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Sorry girl, I have forgotten what I just said. It's not important to think about it." Feng Lihen replied indifferently.

A hint of disappointment appeared on Bei Yutang's lips, and her cold eyes gave him a deep look.

She was really stunned, she actually had auditory hallucinations, and what was even more ridiculous was that she began to imagine that he might be him.

Feng Lihen looked at her lost back, and felt a slight pain in her heart. That feeling was short-lived and fleeting.

Separated by a wall, the two of them were lying on the bed respectively, looking at the bright moon outside the window with the same expression, their expressions wandering.

That day, Yubai was exposed, and Bei Yutang sat up and got out of bed.

When she walked out of the door, the door next door was opened at the same time, and the two stepped out of the room almost simultaneously. When they saw each other, they were all stunned.

"Morning." Bei Yutang said hello in a calm way.

Feng Lihen nodded slightly and saw her calmly walking in front of him. At this time, her expression was indifferent, as if everything last night was just an illusion in his dream.

Feng Lihen put away his thoughts, meditated and breathed in the courtyard.

Bei Yutang entered the kitchen and started to cook. The smoke curled up, and soon there was a sound of ding ding dong dong in the kitchen. Feng Lihen, who was meditating cross-legged, could hear the sound of ding ding dong dong clearly in his ears, but he could not feel at ease.

He stood up abruptly and walked towards the kitchen.

"Can I help you?" Feng Lihen stood at the door and looked at the busy people in the room.

Bei Yutang cast a sideways glance at him, and commanded directly, "Let's set fire to it."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, and asked again, "Can you make fire?"

"meeting."

Feng Lihen sat behind the stove and picked up the firewood on the side to add it.

Feng Lihen's gaze crossed the stove and fell on Bei Yutang's body, and his gaze stayed on her body unconsciously.

Bei Yutang watched as the heat was getting smaller, and coughed lightly, "It's gone."

Hearing the sound, Feng Lihen woke up abruptly, and when he looked back, the fire in the stove had changed from the previous big fire to a small fire, and the poor little fire could be extinguished at any time.