Met You in the Most Beautiful Year [149] Where did this lighter come from?
Ye Hehuan held the post-it note and felt sweet in his heart.
Yu Zhongxiao bought porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat. She went to brush her teeth and drank the porridge while sitting on her bed. She enjoyed every mouthful of the porridge. Although her throat felt tight and painful when she swallowed it, it was not unbearable.
Halfway through, a doctor and nurse came to inspect the room and gave her a simple examination.
Ye Hehuan's physical condition is good. Apart from the skin injuries, she has no concussions or anything like that. Maybe because she looked so scary when she was brought in, those police always looked at her curiously. Ye Hehuan was very surprised.
He lay down squarely, letting them look at him, and he was in a good mood and gave them a bright smile.
The nurse looked at her with a look of embarrassment on her face. She looked away and concentrated on helping the doctor.
After they left, Ye Hehuan took the disposable lunch box and continued to drink porridge. The door of the ward was pushed open. She did not raise her head, thinking that a nurse came in to hook her up. While drinking porridge, she said inarticulately: "I'll be there soon."
After you finish drinking, please wait a moment, or you can hang up with others first, and I won’t be concerned in the end..."
The visitor stood at the end without moving.
Ye Hehuan looked up, but what she saw was not a nurse. Looking at the colorful tasseled shawl, she felt relieved for a moment, and then she lowered her head to eat her own food.
Han Minjing looked at the hair on Ye Hehuan's head and did not speak. The mother and daughter were just in a stalemate.
Not long after, the hospital cleaners came in to replace the bed sheets. This may be the benefit of living in a single-person VIP ward. The bed sheets were changed every day, and even the garbage would be taken away. Ye Hehuan squinted at the bedside cabinet, where the cigarette ashes
The vat was spotless, and there were no cigarette butts in the trash can. Yu Zhongxiao must have cleaned it up before leaving, otherwise it wouldn't be so clean.
"Little girl, you place the order first, and I'll change the order." said the cleaning lady.
Ye Hehuan groaned and was about to get off the bed, but found that a slipper had been kicked by someone and was a little far away.
Just as she was about to hop on one foot and put it on, Han Minjing suddenly moved. She walked to the slipper and squatted down. Ye Hehuan saw her pick up the slipper, then walk over and put the slipper at her feet.
Ye Hehuan stared blankly at the shoe. When the cleaner came to lift the quilt, Ye Hehuan came to his senses and put his feet in.
The cleaner began to tidy up the room neatly.
Ye Hehuan stood against the wall with her hands behind her back. Looking from the side, she could vaguely see the purple bruises on her neck hidden in her hair. Han Minjing looked away in embarrassment. She saw fast food on the front cabinet.
After finishing breakfast, my hand holding the thermos box tightened involuntarily.
The cleaner asked if he should throw away the porridge box.
"threw--"
"Need not--"
The two spoke almost at the same time.
Han Minjing's voice was emotionless, and Ye Hehuan didn't look at her. He just said to the cleaning lady: "I haven't finished drinking yet, so keep it for now."
"It's just junk food, take it away." Han Minjing's voice rang in her ears again.
The cleaning lady is in a dilemma and doesn’t know who to listen to.
Han Minjing had walked straight to the front cabinet. She put the thermos box on it and glanced at the bowl of porridge from the corner of her eye: "The soup made at home is always more nutritious than these things."
Ye Hehuan didn't like the way she spoke and her attitude, so he retorted: "I just like to drink the porridge bought at the roadside stall. As for the soup, I feel sick to my stomach when I see it."
"If you don't drink it, throw it away."
Ye Hehuan bit his lower lip from the inside and remained silent, but he held a breath in his chest.
When the cleaning lady gathered up the bed sheet and took it off, something fell to the ground, and there was a clatter, which made Ye Hehuan look over.
It's a lighter.
The first reaction in Ye Hehuan's mind was that it fell out of Yu Zhongxiao's trouser pocket when he was lying on her side last night.
She wanted to pick it up, but Han Minjing was one step ahead of her.
It was not a plastic lighter that you bought for one yuan from a roadside shop. The lighter was engraved with soldiers in shooting poses and airplanes. Han Minjing took the lighter and looked through it and found the 'zippo' logo. Ye Zanwen also used a direct inflator to inflate it.
It was a lighter that was worn by men, so she knew at a glance that it was for men.
Generally, men who use this kind of lighter must be in their late twenties or late twenties, if not in their thirties or forties.
"Give me my lighter." Ye Hehuan rushed over to take it back.
Han Minjing held up the lighter but did not return it to her: "Where did this lighter come from, and why is it on your bed?"
"I bought it."
"Did you buy it? Why did you buy a lighter?"
Ye Hehuan sneered like a little ruffian: "I smoke. If I don't buy a lighter, do I have to drill wood to make fire?"
Han Minjing frowned. Just as she scolded her disapproving daughter, she suddenly remembered what Ye Zhimin mentioned in front of her last time. She turned her head and looked at the bowl of porridge again. Some things connected together and took shape in her mind. She
He asked in a solemn voice: "Who came here this morning?"
"No."
"No one came, who bought you the porridge?"
"I have grown two legs myself, can I go down and buy them?"
Ye Hehuan was too lazy to argue with her, and her throat was so painful that she simply didn't want the lighter. She threw off her slippers and climbed up again, took the remote control and turned on the TV.
The next second, the remote control was taken away.
"Are you hanging out with those shady people in society?" Han Minjing asked.
Ye Hehuan wrapped himself in the quilt, turned over, and turned his back to Han Minjing beside him, making it clear that he did not want to answer this question.
Han Minjing took a deep breath and said: "That post in the school said that you were kept by an old man. Are you really with those -"
"So what?" Ye Hehuan sat up suddenly, looked at her livid face, and said indifferently: "Whoever I like is my business and has nothing to do with you."
"Do you still have any sense of shame?" There were cracks in Han Minjing's calmness after entering the door.
The knock on the door interrupted the argument in the ward. Ye Hehuan turned his head and saw Yan Yu who had been standing there for some time.
Qin Shousheng said that it was Yan Yu who rescued her in the alley.
Yan Yu came in to greet Han Minjing. Ye Hehuan sat in meditation like an old monk. Then he heard Yan Yu say: "He Huan, did I leave my lighter here?"
Ye Hehuan raised his head and looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he said that.
"Is this lighter yours?"
"I was walking in a hurry just now, so I didn't pay attention. I only found it on the way, so I came back to get it." Yan Yu said with a slight smile on his lips, and he spoke perfectly.
Han Minjing's face softened. She glanced at Ye Hehuan and handed the lighter to Yan Yu: "It fell on the ground just now. Since it's yours, put it away."
Listening to them talking, Ye Hehuan's fingers clenched the corner of the quilt.
Han Minjing did not stay any longer and did not take the thermos box with her before leaving.
The ward door closed, Ye Hehuan raised her eyes, and happened to meet Yan Yu's eyes. She saw the judgment in his eyes. Ye Hehuan didn't know why he looked at her like that. She still said the words of thanks: "
I heard it was you who sent me to the hospital. Anyway, thank you."
Yan Yu still had both hands in his trouser pockets, and he was still holding the lighter in one hand. He could trace the pattern on it with his fingertips.
The night before yesterday, he saw her going downstairs in the shopping mall. He knew that she had also seen him, but she didn't stop there. She even avoided it deliberately. He still walked to the corridor guardrail to watch her leave. Later, he found out that she was suspicious of him.
Someone was following her, and like a danger signal rang in her brain, she left her subordinates behind and hurriedly chased downstairs.
By the time he chased him to the entrance of the shopping mall, the bus Ye Hehuan took had just left, and the man in the peaked cap had disappeared.
He didn't have time to go to the parking lot to drive, so he hailed a taxi, but missed the bus because he ran several red lights. Fortunately, he remembered that it was bus No. 116 and asked the driver to drive along the bus route. The visibility at night was not good, but he still
Paying attention to the pedestrians on the road, I later saw Ye Hehuan's schoolbag from a distance on the roadside.
When he got out of the car and saw the broken cell phone, his heartbeat stopped for a moment. He felt panic and fear like never before.
When he held the embarrassed Ye Hehuan in his arms, he felt like he had found a lost treasure, but the sound of "little uncle" lingered in his ears.
When people's lives are in danger, the people they want to turn to are often the people they trust and rely on the most.
When he saw the man who had met once in Yunnan again in the hospital corridor, the answers to some things seemed to be coming out. For the first time, he knew that the man was called Yu Zhongxiao, and then he learned from the conversation between Ye and Han's family that Yu Zhongxiao was Han.
The family's son-in-law is the 'little uncle' that Ye Hehuan always called before he fell into coma.
Uncle and niece...
Before he had time to think about the complications, he learned that Yu Zhongxiao had divorced the Han family's youngest daughter.
There are so many coincidences that when put together it is no longer a coincidence.
Yan Yu looked at Ye Hehuan sitting on the bed hugging her knees, and wanted to ask her, is the boyfriend you mentioned is your ex-uncle?
But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't ask the question.
Ye Hehuan had already stretched out her hand in front of him. She pursed her lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me back the lighter."
"Is it his?" Yan Yu asked.
When Ye Hehuan understood who 'he' was referring to, she nodded.
Yan Yu took out a lighter from his trouser pocket and handed it over. When Ye Hehuan was about to take it away, he suddenly said: "Ye, that night in the bus, you said you fell in love with someone else, were you lying to me?"
