The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 112 Joy (Part 2)

The front police car clears the way, and the rear police car escorts. In the dark night, the siren sound of "beep~ woo~~ beep~ woo~~" is refreshing.

A white car was mixed among the two police cars, swaggering and speeding past.

The emergency department was very quiet late at night, and the nurse on duty sat behind the counter and took a nap.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and the nurse on duty raised her head vigilantly.

police?

The sleepy bugs ran away immediately.

When the police approached, they realized that there was a man and a woman following behind him.

The boy is 1.85 meters tall, dressed in black, wearing a peaked cap and a mask, blending in with the night, looking cool and handsome.

The eyes of the young nurse on duty lit up immediately.

This boy was handsome even with his hair. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he was a handsome guy.

The girl beside him was dressed in a white dress, cold and gentle, like the bright spring breeze in April.

One black and one white, one cold and one soft, the extreme contrast is extremely harmonious.

The nurse on duty sighed from the bottom of her heart that these two people are a perfect match, regardless of their temperament, appearance and height, they are a perfect match.

"His arm is injured, can you deal with it temporarily?" Xu Huan asked.

The nurse stared behind him obsessively, Xu Huan frowned, and tapped the countertop with his fingers.

Only then did the nurse discover a bloody wound on the boy's arm, and immediately said, "Okay, please come with me."

The nurse led them to the emergency treatment room, and took out the medical tray on which were placed tweezers, cotton balls, disinfectant iodine, and gauze tape.

"You sit here, and I'll treat your wound." The nurse was a little afraid to look at the boy, who was tall and standing in front of him like a mountain pressing down, making people nervous and at the same time feeling safe.

The boy sat down on the stool according to his words, almost as tall as she was standing. The nurse clicked her tongue, her heart beating very fast.

She was about to pick up the tweezers when a girl's gentle voice sounded in her ears.

"Let me do it."

The nurse froze for a moment, then a slender white hand passed in front of her eyes, and picked up the tweezers.

She thought to herself, what is said in the poem is like cutting the root of a green onion, and the white wrist is frozen with frost and snow, that's all.

The boy raised his head, and she saw those beautiful eyes fixed on the girl like the brightest morning star in the dark sky.

The stars always surround the moon, and that girl's face is like a silver moon, bright and clear.

With tweezers in his hand, Ming Jing picked up a cotton ball, soaked in iodophor, and looked up at Qu Feitai.

Qu Feitai narrowed his eyes with a smile, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."

The iodophor rubbed against the wound, and a cooling sensation came from the wound, followed by a cold pain. To Qu Feitai, this pain was equivalent to a mosquito bite.

From beginning to end, he didn't even frown.

Just now it was okay to sell miserably, but if it is still like this now, it will be self-defeating.

Under the light, the girl's face was like a silver moon, her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, her expression was serious and gentle.

The two were very close, and the faint fragrance of the girl's body floated into the tip of his nose. Qu Feitai felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, a little uncontrollable, and his brain went blank for a moment due to the short-term lack of oxygen.

He suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest, frowning.

Ming Jing put down the tweezers, saw him frown and asked, "What else is uncomfortable?"

Hua Luo grabbed his other hand, fingers covering his pulse.

Ding Jing frowned even deeper.

Why is the pulse beating so fast?

Her fingertips were as cool as jade, and his skin was as hot as fire. The moment they touched, it was as if an electric current rushed into the limbs and bones. Qu Feitai stopped his hand suddenly, stood up quickly and walked out.

The next sentence: "It's okay." The person has disappeared.

This person reacted a bit strangely, Ming Jing shook his head helplessly.

The nurse watched the whole process, and wanted to remind her, but seeing the girl's calm face, without a hint of shame, she knew it would be useless to say it, and it might affect something, so she honestly shut up.

Ming Jing walked out of the treatment room, Xu Huan came over and asked with a strange expression: "What's wrong with him?"

Ming Jing shook his head.

In the darkness, Qu Feitai held his chest with one hand, and after a long time, his heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Leaning his back against the wall, he turned to look out the window.

The crescent moon in the sky is like a hook, and the moonlight is as bright as water.

Stars scattered across the sky like a chessboard, and reflected in the eyes of the young man.

When you are young, you don't know what it means to be sad, and you fall in love with the upper floors, and you fall in love with the upper floors.

In order to give new words to express sorrow.

I used to disdain the idiotic men and women in the world, and pretended to be sober and alone, but I didn't know that one day, you would become a character in the play...

I only sigh that the belt is getting wider and wider, and I am haggard for Iraq.

I only hate that beautiful women are like looking for, and the wind and moon are boundless.

Qu Feitai suddenly laughed, the low laughter pierced his chest and echoed in the night.

——

Qu Feitai walked out of the emergency department and got into the car on the side of the road.

Ming Jing didn't say a word about his sudden departure.

On the way to the police station, the atmosphere in the car became strangely quiet.

"Have you received the tickets for the concert?" Qu Feitai's deep voice broke the silence in the car.

Ming Jing was stunned: "You sent the ticket?"

"The introduction told me, and I sent it directly to you. I am very happy that you like my concert."

Ming Jing didn't explain his misunderstanding, but just said thank you lightly.

"You invite me to dinner." Qu Feitai said.

Ming Jing nodded: "Okay."

"Two meals."

Ming Jing nodded.

Most people would find Ming Jing's dull temperament boring, but Qu Feitai found it more and more interesting.

If one day, on this calm face, there is a look inspired by him, even if he dies, he will have no regrets.

"I set the time, I set the place."

"good."

"Give me your phone."

Mingjing glanced at him.

Qu Feitai explained: "I put my phone number in, otherwise how can I contact you?"

Ding Jing did not notice any direct logical relationship between her cell phone and his contacting her.

This man helped her tonight. Although Ming Jing didn't need his help, the kind-hearted Ming Jing was always willing to agree to his harmless requests.

Ding Jing handed him the phone.

There is no password set on the phone, and Qu Feitai unlocked it with a swipe. The home page does not have any extra entertainment apps except WeChat, which is enough to show how boring this person is usually.

Qu Feitai clicked on the dial pad, entered his mobile phone number, and dialed it. The young man's clear and soft singing voice suddenly sounded, with a very magical melody and a pleasant singing voice.

This is the title song of Qu Feitai's first album, and it has always been his cell phone ringtone.

Qu Feitai didn't hang up, the singing continued to hover in the car, Qu Feitai raised the corners of his mouth and glanced at Mingjing.

Ming Jing listened very seriously, "Is this the song you wrote?"

Qu Feitai raised his eyebrows, "Does it sound good?"

Ming Spiegel nodded: "It sounds good."

Qu Feitai smiled even more proudly like a good student praised by his teacher.

He saved his number in Der Spiegel's address book, and secretly noted a name, as if he had done something bad, with a guilty look in his eyes.

The ringtone of Ding Jing's mobile phone was built into the system, and Qu Feitai changed his fingers to the same ringtone as his own.

When he exited the address book, he paid extra attention.

Der Spiegel's address book actually only saved five contacts, no names, only numbers.

Then he is the sixth.

And this remark name is very eye-catching among a group of numbers.

Qu Feitai pursed his lips in satisfaction.

He fiddled around with Ming Jing's mobile phone, but Ming Jing didn't glance at it, didn't ask a question, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was asleep.

Qu Feitai turned his head to look at her, the girl's fair face was flickering in and out of the dark car, just like his heart at the moment, ups and downs.

Qu Feitai held the phone, as if her temperature was still on the fuselage, encroaching on his heart little by little.

The light flashed outside the window, the neon flickered, and the interlaced and mottled light and shadow fell on his eyes through the car window.

Best wishes.

He whispered her name softly.

Why even chanting her name gives me a secret sense of happiness.

When the police station arrived, Ming Jing opened his eyes.

Qu Feitai handed her the phone, Ming Jing didn't ask any further questions, took it and put it in his pocket, got out of the car and left.

Qu Feitai sighed lightly, suddenly felt that the road was long and long.

——

After finishing the notes, it was already twelve o'clock at night.

Qu Feitai's car was driven over by Xu Huan's colleague, and the key was handed over to him.

"Thank you tonight, go back and have a good rest."

Hualuo didn't look at him again, got into the car, and left in the dust.

Qu Feitai sighed, and at this moment Xu Huan chased him out: "Has Miss Zhu left already? I forgot to hand over Zhu Xiangxiang's mobile phone to her, forget it and send it to her tomorrow."

Qu Feitai said: "Give me the phone, I'll send it to her."

Xu Huan only found out that he was the big star Qu Feitai when he was taking notes just now. He recently came to Jiangzhou for a concert, and the department held meetings almost every day to emphasize public security and traffic issues.

And this big star turned out to be Miss Zhu's friend, and it seemed that the relationship between the two was not normal.

Xu Huan felt a little broken.

He thought to himself that since he was Miss Zhu's friend, it would be fine to leave it to him, so he handed the mobile phone in the dust bag to Qu Feitai.

"Excuse me, Mr. Qu."

Just as Qu Feitai was about to leave, Xu Huan hesitated and said, "Mr. Qu, may I take the liberty to ask you... to sign my autograph, my sister likes you very much, if she has your autograph, she will definitely be crazy gone."

"Okay, Officer Xu worked hard tonight, but please keep my identity secret."

Xu Huan immediately promised: "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone."

——

Qu Feitai stepped out of the elevator, and Huang Chao immediately opened the door to welcome him out: "My dear, Amitabha God bless you, he has finally returned safely."

Qu Feitai laughed and said, "I worshiped the wrong mountain, God is Christianity."

Huang Chaobai glanced at him: "It doesn't matter whether it is God or Buddha, as long as it can bless you, I will burn incense for him every day."

Qu Feitai took out his room card and opened the door, Huang Chao wanted to follow in: "Let me tell you, the concert is coming up soon, these few days you have to be more honest, don't go crazy in the middle of the night..."

"Crack." The one who answered him was ashamed.

Huang Chao touched his nose: "This brat, his temper is getting worse."

Qu Feitai came out of the shower, took advantage of the burst of inspiration, and wrote like a god.

He looked at the result with satisfaction.

He took out his phone, clicked on the latest missed call, saved it in contacts, changed the name of the note, and marked it as special concern.

Following this mobile phone number, I found the WeChat account.

The profile picture is a handwritten calligraphy - static.

The pen is a dragon and a snake, smooth and free, and her nickname is her name-Ming Jing.

Simple and clear, is her style.

There are only eight words in the personal profile - Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the sky is brightly lit in the south.

Qu Feitai immediately went to Du Niang to search for the source of these eight characters, which originated from Yao Nai's story of climbing Mount Tai in the Qing Dynasty.

A majestic and heroic spirit emerged spontaneously, but it was quite different from her calm and calm image.

This just shows that she is a woman with valleys in her chest.

Qu Feitai sent a friend request and waited anxiously.

However, he waited all night, but he didn't get through.

Could it be that his verification message was too explicit? Ming Jing still hates him...

Qu Feitai has never tossed and turned like this before, staring at the ceiling in the dark in a daze, feeling the passage of time little by little, feeling sour, happy, or sad...

This feeling of being led by other people's emotions is terrible, but he doesn't want to change, and even enjoys it.

It is suffering, but also enjoyment.

At the moment when he was about to fall asleep and become unconscious, the WeChat voice suddenly sounded "ding".

Qu Feitai woke up instantly, and frantically picked up the phone.

Passed, Der Spiegel approved his friend request.

The screen of the mobile phone illuminated the juvenile's joyful eyebrows.

However, when he looked at the time, he was instantly dumbfounded.

Five past five in the morning.

Outside the window, the dawn breaks and the sun rises.

The teenager threw the phone away, rolled back under the covers, and rolled around like a child.

What is a teenager?

There is the most secret joy.