Ye Jia nodded and hugged Feng Feng in. [26nbsp;] Feng Feng was dizzy, as if he was in a dream. The strange living room, the strange decoration, and the strange environment seemed to be unfamiliar with Ye Jia.
After a simple washing up, the food was ready. Mrs. Chen looked at Feng Feng curiously and went down first. The two sat down to have a meal. Feng Feng looked at the rich dishes and exquisite bowls and chopsticks, and he was simply ignorant. He was in the sky and under the ground.
The difference is like a different world.
No, Ye Jia is not Gaye.
Gaye is a simple monk who recites scriptures in a ancestral temple. Gaye has never even eaten meat. Gaye is in the meditation room all day long, while traveling around, how could Gaye have such a good house?
Ye Jia is not Jia Ye!
She suddenly became scared, like a primitive person who had fallen out of the way, as if it was another time travel - a change that was incompatible with her living environment, wasn't it also a time travel?
Each of us may have a chance to travel through time in our lives.
"Xiaofeng, the food is not up to the taste?"
It was Ye Jia's gentle voice. When he smiled like this, it was completely Gaye again - Gaye's appearance and Gaye's voice. For a moment, Gaye or Ye Jia couldn't tell the difference. He didn't know it was Gaye.
Ye became Ye Jia, or Ye Jia became Gaye.
She stared at him for a long time until Ye Jia spoke, and her voice sounded very erratic, "Xiaofeng, why don't you speak?"
Feng Feng put down his bowls and chopsticks and sighed: "Ye Jia, I feel so strange. I don't want to be here, I want to go back."
He still had a smile on his face, but he had a stubborn expression: "Xiaofeng, you are tired, take a shower and have a good rest later. I'll ask Mrs. Chen to help you."
"But, I..."
Her words were interrupted by his reaching out. He raised her face and looked carefully. Her heart pounded wildly. After a while, she heard his gentle voice: "Xiaofeng, the scars on your face are very faint.
, there is no redness or swelling, and there will be no major problems. Tomorrow, I will hire the best plastic surgeon for you. Don’t worry, it’s not serious at all…”
Feng Feng was not worried about this, on the contrary, she was not worried about the scar at all, but why did she enter such an unfamiliar environment? "Zhuzhu recommended a folk Chinese medicine doctor to me. I believe in traditional Chinese medicine very much, I want to...
…”
"Okay. Let's do this. Let's ask him to see it tomorrow. In fact, the wonderful uses of many Chinese herbal medicines are far better than surgery."
Feng Feng has always believed in traditional Chinese medicine. He couldn't help laughing when he heard Ye Jia, a very Western-style doctor, said this.