Ch 26

　"What are you smoking?"

　　Ji Fanling reached into his pocket, took out the cigarette case and shook it: "You must have never smoked."

　　It's not because it's too good, but because it's too bad.

　　Hongjiang, which costs ten yuan a pack, is Ji Guoliang's favorite. He lost count when he was drunk. Even if Ji Fanling took two cigarettes from him, he wouldn't notice. However, it often happened that she was pulled by the hair and forced to admit that she had taken two cigarettes without taking them. It was a 50-50 split between the two. .

　　Fu Yingcheng stretched out his hand in front of her, and Ji Fanling thought he wanted to see it, so she handed it into his palm.

　　Unexpectedly, Fu Yingcheng took it away without saying a word and threw it into the storage box by the door.

　　Ji Fanling immediately became unhappy: "Hey." She bought it for herself with Zhou Sui's money.

　　"Try this."

　　Fu Ying took out another pack of cigarettes with his fingertips and threw it into her arms. He glanced at her and said, "At least it doesn't smell that bad."

　　Ji Fanling picked it up and looked at it doubtfully.

　　The cigarette is very heavy to buy, and the cigarette paper is a beautiful pearlescent color. It is a good-quality cigarette for women. The shape of the cigarette is elegant, well-proportioned and slender.

　　When I got closer and smelled it, the mellow aroma like bitter coffee beans lingered on my nose.

　　"Smoking too much is bad for your health," Fu Yingcheng said casually, "If you want to smoke, ask me for half a stick at a time."

　　"Okay." Adhering to the principle of whoever spends the money is the boss, Ji Fanling agreed casually.

　　She was in a good mood now, but just like a child who always wants to get ahold of a new toy, she eagerly took out one: "Let me try? Can I smoke one in the car?"

　　"The lighter is in the passenger storage box."

　　Ji Fanling opened it . In the storage box, I unexpectedly saw a large package of pill boxes, with ketones and zepam written on the packaging.

　　She didn't understand it and didn't look carefully. She found the lighter, closed the lid, and lit the cigarette with a click.

　　The palate has a light fir flavor.

　　It was so slightly bitter that Ji Fanling couldn't taste anything more. He just felt that the Hongjiang River was like a thorny stick thrust into his nose and poured into his throat pungently. This cigarette was like the undercurrent of a long stream of water in a pine forest on a cold night. There is a kind of cold tenderness.

　　It also smells a bit like Fu Yingcheng.

　　...

　　smells very good.

　　After finishing half of the cigarette, the car just happened to park in the basement of the community. The time was just right.

　　Fu Yingcheng put out the cigarette, raised his eyelashes and looked at her, stretched out his hand to indicate that half of her cigarettes were gone today.

　　"Really half a stick?"

　　Ji Fanling had forgotten all about it and said reluctantly: "...let me finish it, otherwise it would be too wasteful."

　　"Have you ever seen a patient with lung cancer who has a thoracotomy to remove the lobes of the lungs? Some even had a complete lung operation, and half of them started smoking since they were minors. "You think so," Fu Yingcheng said.

　　"I'm different."

　　Ji Fanling stretched out his left hand and said slowly: "Did you see it?"

　　The girl's hands were very white, with pointed fingers, thin wrist bones, and a bit of air-conditioning that always made her unable to keep warm.

　　Fu Yingcheng: "What do you see?"

　　"My lifeline."

　　Ji Fanling gestured to him to look at his palm, and paused meaningfully, "It's very long."

　　"..."

　　A flash of light flashed in Fu Yingcheng's eyes. Ridiculing, I wanted to refute for a moment, but couldn't.

　　Deep in the heart, there are strands of dull pain that is being pulled.

　　The man's eyes were dark, and his face was calm and indifferent.

　　A brief stalemate.

　　Ji Fanling clicked his tongue, lowered his eyes, handed him the remaining half of a cigarette bleakly, and prepared to open the door and get out of the car.

　　...She thought Fu Yingcheng would put out the cigarette and throw it away.

　　Unexpectedly, the man took it without expression.

　　Then, he brought it to his lips in silence.

　　Ji Fanling's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she was stunned and turned to look at him.

　　The man was leaning on the back of the posture chair, his posture was relaxed, and his profile was cold. He did not look at her, but just looked out the window.

　　He chewed a cigarette on his thin lips.

　　The light from the cigarette butt flickered on and off.

　　Pure white mist escaped from the lips, carrying a light woody fragrance, filling the dark and narrow car.

　　The mist gradually thickened and deepened, covering Fu Ying's deeply contoured eyebrows.

　　Chapter 11 Jealousy

　　It didn't take long for Fu Yingcheng to smoke half a cigarette. The underground garage was quiet and dark. Ji Fanling sat in the passenger seat with an expression on his face, scrolling through his phone and waiting.

　　His fingers were scratching quickly, but his eyes were distracted.

　　Why did Fu Yingcheng smoke the rest of her cigarette?

　　Even Ji Guoliang would not pick up other people's cigarettes and smoke them.

　　Could it be that...

　　he actually...

　　particularly likes this kind of cigarette? So that you don't want to waste a little bit?

　　Then he is a little more down-to-earth than expected.

　　She received a message from a fake ID dealer on her phone, which brought her back to her thoughts.

　　AA qualification certificate, graduation certificate, business license: [Your ID card and student ID card are ready, come and pick them up at any time. ]

　　None of my business: [Come later. ]

　　Ji Fanling first carried the shopping and the rabbit upstairs with Fu Yingcheng, and then said that she wanted to go out to find a job. Fu Yingcheng never let her go out, he only asked if she would come back for dinner.

　　He asked casually, but Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment.

　　She couldn't remember the last time someone asked her that.

　　Maybe first or second grade in elementary school.

　　At that time, Jiang Wan had not yet been diagnosed with gastric cancer. She was working as a classical dance teacher at a training institution and always wore beautiful white dresses.

　　Sometimes when she just came home from get off work, she would see her daughter running out in a hurry, shouting, "Mom, I want to go to a classmate's house to play." Jiang Wan would laugh and ask, "Will you come back for dinner that night?"

　　"...Come back." Ji Fanling held the door handle and said softly.

　　*

　　The certificates made by fake certificate dealers are decent.

　　Ji Fanling was very satisfied and felt that the fake could be mistaken for the real.

　　She settled the money, printed out several resumes on the merchant's computer, and submitted them to all convenience stores, restaurants, bookstores, fast food restaurants, and milk tea shops that had job postings within a few kilometers.

　　Her top priority now is to find a job.