Chapter 35 Can You Quit Smoking For Me?

Holding an umbrella, humming a song, all the way up the stairs. The cake box in his hand swayed back and forth with the arm swing, and the cake inside might have become mushy, but it doesn't matter, the birthday is not disliked, and others should not dislike it.

"Let your mother have a good rest, and call me if you need any help. Don't worry about the food stalls. It's also off-season anyway, and there aren't many businesses..."

I stopped on the steps and waited for the middle-aged man in the leather jacket to turn around and leave. I tilted the umbrella slightly and pretended to look away without meeting him.

The chunky middle-aged man didn't notice me, hurried past me with a worn umbrella, turned a corner in the middle of the long steps, and turned into another messy and dirty building.

Before he could take his eyes back, Ji Chenfeng's voice sounded in his ears.

"...Sang Nian?"

Even if I didn't show my face, he still recognized me just by my body shape. Sure enough, he slept.

While turning around, I raised my umbrella and grinned at him: "It's me."

Ji Chenfeng held the door frame, with a slightly stunned expression, when I approached him, he asked, "Why did you come all of a sudden?"

He took the initiative to take my umbrella, closed the door, turned around and put it in the bathroom to drain the water.

I took off my shoes, took the cake box and put it on the low table for dinner.

"It's okay, I just wanted to come and see Auntie."

If the weather is bad outside, it will be very dark inside. The reason for the guests just now was that the tea cups on the table were too late to collect, and a small electric heater was on, which was better than nowhere to provide meager heating for this cold and damp room. But even so, the cold still penetrated every inch of skin, and just sitting down, couldn't help but want to wrap coat tightly.

"It's cold, isn't it?" Ji Chenfeng bent down and took away the tea cup on the low table, "The voltage here is not stable, so you can't use high-power appliances such as air conditioners. If you feel cold, put my jacket over my coat. on the leg."

I shook my head and said, "Make me a cup of hot tea, I'll just warm up my body."

Ji Chenfeng touched my head, turned around and entered the kitchen.

There was a series of suppressed coughing sounds from the only bedroom. After a while, the bedroom door was gently opened, and Yan Shanhua came out wearing a padded jacket.

Maybe she heard my voice in the back room, so when she saw me sitting on the tatami in his house, she was not surprised.

Aside from a slightly haggard face, she seemed to be in good spirits. If Ji Chenfeng hadn't told me personally, I would have never imagined that she was a terminally ill woman with a short life.

"Xiao Nian..." She sat cross-legged across from me, and called me in a hoarse voice, with a look that seemed like joy but not sadness, "You're here." Her lips murmured for a long time. Said such a meaningless word.

"I've been wanting to see you for a long time, but I've been busy for a while, and I'm finally free today." Of course, there is time, but I just don't want to see her. If it wasn't for Ji Chenfeng who could hear it now, he wouldn't even want to tell her such a disgusting scene.

"Here's a snack for you." I pushed the cake box on the low table in front of her.

"I'm very happy when you come, you don't need to bring anything." Yan Shanhua seemed to be completely unable to tell which was my truth and which was my nonsense, so he believed it.

Cancer cells metastasize to the brain, will the brain also be damaged? Just looking at my expression and thinking about it, you should understand that I can't really come for her.

"It's not a good thing..." Unbuttoning the ribbon on the cake box, gently lifting the lid, the cream cake covered with large red strawberries showed its true appearance.

Due to my violent transportation, the surface of the cake rubbed against the inner wall of the box, and a lot of cream was scraped off. It didn't look good from the side, but it was quite perfect from the top.

"This is my mother's favorite cake when she was alive."

In an instant, Yan Shanhua's face was pale, staring at the eight-inch cake as if he had encountered a beautiful flower that stinks of corpses - how much he liked it before, how terrified it is now.

"Today..." She trembled with her lips, as if thinking of something, but after just saying two words, she covered her mouth and turned around and coughed violently.

Ji Chenfeng came out of the kitchen with a teacup. Seeing Yan Shanhua's appearance, he quickly put down the cup and patted her back: "How is it? Do you feel any discomfort? Is your chest tight? Do you want to vomit?"

Yan Shanhua's coughing gradually stopped, and he waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

She looked up at me and then quickly lowered her gaze, probably already remembering what day it is today. She changed Mrs. Sang's child, and she had a ghost in her heart, and now that she is seriously ill, she may also think it is karma, and she is more and more afraid of everything related to Mrs. Sang.

"I, I'm a little tired, Morrowind, please entertain people well, I'll go to the room to rest." She said, struggling to get up, and hurriedly entered the bedroom.

With the sound of the door closing, the electric heater on the side seemed to be frightened, and suddenly it went dark with a "smack". Ji Chenfeng and I looked at it at the same time and witnessed its final glory.

Opening the dazzling toolbox, Ji Chenfeng sat on the tatami with one leg supported, holding a Phillips screwdriver in his hand. In front of him was the electric heater that had been dismantled into eight pieces and dismantled each part.

"You can even repair this thing?" Holding the cake on the paper plate, he forked fresh and plump strawberries and put them into his mouth. The sweet and sour juice instantly overflowed between the teeth, and with the slightly sweet fresh cream, it was not sweet or greasy. It was really delicious. No wonder it became Xu Wanyi's favorite.

"My dad taught me when I was a child." Ji Chenfeng checked the parts at hand, without raising his head, "Before the accident, he was working on the construction site and knew everything. From a very young age, he started Teach me this, saying that after I learn it, I can take better care of my mother in the future, as if I know it... He can't stay with us for a long time."

The fork was in the air, staring at the cream cake that I had eaten in pieces, only to lose my appetite in an instant.

"Your father is so nice."

Ji Chenfeng stopped what he was doing, looked up at the photo wall on the wall, and seemed to be caught in a certain memory, and said slightly to the photo of himself and Ji Wei: "Yes, he is very good."

Although Ji Chenfeng is not a professional player, he can't bear to have an excellent teacher. It is not a problem to repair small appliances such as electric heaters. As soon as the electricity was plugged in, the orange light came back on after a while, and warmth came to this small area around the low table again.

Ji Chenfeng gave all the cakes he couldn't eat. He didn't dislike it at all. Not only did he eat mine, but also his own.

After staying for an hour, the tea was finished and the cake was eaten, I got up and planned to leave.

"Are you really not staying for dinner?" Ji Chenfeng sent me out the door, and then sent me down the long steps. The light rain had stopped, so neither of us held an umbrella.

"No, I have something to do at night." The table was too short and too small, the room was too cold and humid, and the electric heater was too hot. In such an environment, even if I didn't eat it, my stomach would be indigestible.

Walking down the stairs slowly, the pointed end of the long-handled umbrella tapped on the surface of the stone steps, making a regular sound.

Taking out a cigarette case from his pocket, Ji Chenfeng lit a cigarette and vomited silently. The smell of tobacco quickly filled the air and blew into my nostrils along the breeze.

If he is most like someone from Fly City, it should be when he is smoking.

If he doesn't smoke, he's just a cool and handsome guy. But once you put a cigarette in your hand and look at him again, a bad and dangerous temperament will arise for no reason. Regardless of his nature, his appearance alone can be very bluffing.

"Who did Dr. Ji learn to smoke from? Dad?"

This kind of cigarette he smokes has a cool taste. It is a brand that I liked very much before. Since quitting smoking, I have never seen anyone smoking this except him.

Once Zheng Jieyuan smoked one out of curiosity, and complained that he seemed to have eaten a big mouthful of mint-flavored toothpaste, and he never touched it again. It can be seen that ordinary people are not very accepting of it.

"This..." Ji Chenfeng looked at the cigarette in his hand, then turned to look at me, and said after a few seconds, "No. I learned from others."

other people? This term is very ambiguous. Friends are friends, relatives are relatives, who are "others"?

Feeling that his attitude was a little weird, I asked further.

"Who? Someone special?"

He took the cigarette, looked away, and made a vague "um" from his throat.

I stopped in an instant, and I already had the answer in my heart.

Someone special, a man from the past, right? So, do you think of each other every time you smoke? No wonder I'm still looking forward to reuniting with the scumbag. I keep thinking about it, and of course I can't forget it. It's obviously my pet, how can there be someone else's anchor on it?

Looking down at Ji Chenfeng, who had already walked downstairs, I quickened my pace to follow, slapped a palm on his shoulder, and while he was looking back, I grabbed the cigarette in his mouth unexpectedly and snatched it over.

"Today is my birthday." Holding the cigarette, I preemptively said, "Can Dr. Ji quit smoking for me?"

Forget about other men, just think about me.

Ji Chenfeng was stunned: "Today is your birthday?"

Turning the wet cigarette holder, I deliberately described myself as miserable and pitiful: "My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me. I have never had a birthday, but today is indeed my birthday. If you nod your head, this will be me. First birthday present in my life."

Ji Chenfeng finally understood why I brought a cake to his house today. After the surprise, the dark pupils were infected by many complex emotions and became softer than ever before.

After a while, he nodded and said, "I will quit smoking, but this is my promise to you, not a birthday present. You can also ask for something else as a birthday present."

other? I don't lack anything, and I don't have any fanatical hobbies. When I asked him for something, I really didn't know what he wanted. And he didn't give me the money? Ask him, what's the difference between buying it myself and me?

"I owe it first, and I will ask you for it when I think about it." I said.

As he spoke, there was a sudden clanging sound at the end of the long steps. I just thought the voice was familiar, and before I could understand what it was, Ji Chenfeng chased after the sound, so fast that it even brought a cool breeze in front of me.

When I ran down the steps in confusion, I saw Ji Chenfeng firmly pressing a small man on the ground not far away, and I finally remembered why the voice sounded familiar - my car glass was smashed again.

"Fuck me!" The messy boy struggled desperately, not only fluttering with all his strength, but also wanting to bite.

Ji Chenfeng, like treating a ferocious wild cat, grabbed the back of his neck, then buckled one of his arms behind his back, and pressed his knees against his thighs. It took a lot of effort to control the person.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, the boy began to cry loudly, begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry, I don't dare anymore, woo woo, let me go, big brother... I, my sister and father are still waiting for me to go back... My father is seriously ill and paralyzed, and my mother and others Run away, if I don’t go back, my sister will starve to death…”

The boy looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. His hair had not been washed for a few days. It was tangled like weeds. The clothes on his body were too thin to withstand the current temperature. The soles of the sneakers on his feet were cracked, and his toes were exposed. ——This may be the reason why he did not run past Ji Chenfeng.

"Call the police."

For a moment, I looked at Ji Chenfeng. He didn't show any pity because of the boy's begging for mercy.

"Forget it..." Regardless of whether the boy's words are true or not, he is only so old, and I am afraid that he is not old enough to be held criminally responsible, so what if he smashes a car window and twists it into the police station? Learn a lesson, don't you want to let it go?

Ji Chenfeng raised his head, and did not intend to listen to my opinion. He said again in a stern and irrefutable tone, "Call the police!"