The villa has been placed and organized very well. Originally, Chen Feng had to come to clean up regularly, but after their master and servant left, there was no one living in the main building for a long time, and there was some lack of popularity. Today, Yin Feng was discharged from the hospital and went home. The lights were on in the garden, and the villa was brightly lit, which seemed lively and warm.

Yin Feng walked along the sidewalk between the garden to the main building. The driver parked the car and followed him. He was silent all the way. When he walked downstairs, he suddenly asked: "Tugrao, I used to beg for the woman every day, begging her to like it?"

The driver nicknamed "Tugraffiti" lowered his head: "Yeah."

Yin Feng felt a little headache and said indifferently: "How special is she? Even if I am only ten years old, why is that so?"

Tuya whispered: "She's very good."

Yin Feng glanced at him and said, "You have always been soft-hearted."

Tuya smiled: "That's different. She used to be nice to you, she was more sincere than any woman. She protected you well and didn't need us to interfere."

Yin Feng stopped talking.

When they entered the living room on the first floor, they saw Chen Feng, painter, chef, gardener, and old man. Seeing Yin Feng come back, they all stood up. Yin Feng waved his hand and said, "Sit."

Everyone sat down together, the youngest and most active painter, so they went to make tea and brought it over.

Yin Feng sat in the middle, looked at their eyes with joy with concern, smiled, and said, "I'm fine, this period of time has made everyone worry."

Everyone laughed.

The old man was still shrunk from the prison, timid and rubbed his hands and said, "Teacher Yin, do you really remember the incident during this period?"

Yin Feng said "Yeah" lightly.

The gardener with a pointed and thin face and gloomy expression said, "Lao Jiu, what's there to ask? If you can't remember it, you can't remember it. Why bother Teacher Yin?"

The old man nicknamed Lao Jiu laughed and stopped talking.

Yin Feng said, "I heard that during this period, I have been mingling with that policewoman. You are so comfortable. You don't have to accept me. You care about what I said to you before."

Everyone laughed again.

Chen Feng held his glasses and said, "I have been by your side for a long time. I have no time to do anything else." After that, he raised his eyes with his shiny eyes and looked at the others.

The chef spoke the second time. He and Yin Feng were shorter, only 3 years old, in their forties, and were among the middle-aged people. However, they were handsome, neither fat nor thin, and had a well-proportioned body. However, probably because they cooked well all year round, their faces were very beautiful, reflecting the light that many chefs had. At first glance, they were full of the atmosphere of fireworks in the city.

"I take care of your three meals a day. Do you think I'm accepting it?"

Yin Feng smiled and said, "Where are the others? Have you ever had it..." He paused and looked a little cold: "Can't control yourself and do something you shouldn't do? If you are caught by the police, I will not help you again."

No one spoke.

Yin Feng's eyes swept over one by one, and when they looked at their expressions, his heart was relieved.

He also said, "It's great. Since you haven't hurt others, has it hurt yourself?"

Everyone was still silent. Lao Jiu rubbed his hands and smiled: "No, Teacher Yin, I didn't. Now I'll live a comfortable life with you. Besides, Lao Jiu has never harmed others before, not himself."

Yin Feng curled his lips, which is the truth. Before he was released from prison, Lao Jiu was probably the most ruthless among the people. However, if it weren't for the eight-year-old daughter who had depended on each other for life, he wouldn't have cut people into tofu. After being imprisoned, he was bullied by the prison bully. He cut half of his ears in the middle of the night, chopped them up and forced them to eat them, destroying the evidence. From now on, the world is not afraid, and his life is very pure.

Yin Feng once interviewed him and arranged for interviews with reporters, and announced the behavior and psychological analysis of the injured people back then, which made him understand the majority and even received a reduction in sentence. After that, Yin Feng talked to him several times, and he calmed down again, and then he felt about life and the people around him. After he was released from prison, the lonely old man had nowhere to go, so Yin Feng took him in. From then on, he stayed in the villa wholeheartedly, being a tragic old man, smiling all day long.

...

At this time, Yin Feng noticed that some of the people present secretly lowered their heads.

He spoke: "Xiaoyan."

Xiaoyan was the painter. He lowered his head and said nothing. He gently touched his left wrist with his right hand, and then immediately put it down. The chef sitting beside him grabbed his hand, his sleeves slid down, and two new scars were added to more than a dozen dense wounds.

The living room was quiet. Xiaoyan's head was very low, revealing a piece of her fair neck.

A former patient with severe depression, a painting genius, and his parents died a few years ago. The police have always suspected that it was related to Xiaoyan, but there is no evidence. Even when he arrived at Yin Feng, he had burned himself and stopped.

Yin Feng said: "Okay. The body is one with you. You can feel your emotions, pain, and joy. Why bother hurting it again? That's just a manifestation of cowardice. Don't do this in the future."

A gentle young man like Xiaoyan blushed and nodded.

The chef asked at this time, "Teacher Yin, will you still go to the policewoman in the future?"

After asking, everyone looked at Yin Feng, and they were quite joking. The gardener continued, "If you really like it, I can get her to bed tonight, just like Shu Xue last time."

Yin Feng also heard Chen Feng talk about Shu Xue, but in fact he had no impression of this woman who had been pestering him. Then he remembered Chen Feng and said that You Mingxu picked up Shu Xue directly and threw it out. For some reason, his lips curled up.

He replied lightly: "Don't do anything randomly, I just said that you will be at peace with yourself. That woman... is just a pastime during my dementia. I don't have to mention it anymore in the future. I don't want to do anything, and I will never be with a policeman in my life."

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With Yin Feng's return, the lives of the people around him seemed to be back on track. They had already lived with him in the villa, and the night was dark and they all dissipated. Starting today, they could also stay in the peaceful and ordinary life around him again.

Chen Feng also went back to the room to sleep. Yin Feng returned to the master bedroom, took a shower, and came out wearing only underwear and wrapped in a bath towel. He wiped his hair in front of the mirror, and looked at his current appearance, as if he was a little fatter than before.

After a while, he looked into his eyes and put down the towel in his hand.

The black eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly in the depths.

After a while, he had no expression and walked to the bed, pulled the bath towel and fell on the bed.

After he realized that he had held the entire quilt in his arms, curled up his limbs, like a cross-legged frog, wrapping the quilt tightly, and even leaning his head against the quilt and rubbing it a few times.

...What the hell is he doing?

After a moment of silence, he threw away the quilt and lay down sideways, pillowing his arms, and sleeping with his eyes closed.
Chapter completed!