" Ding…Ding…" In the morning, the alarm clock in the bedroom rang at six o'clock sharp. This sound was particularly clear in the quiet room. The person on the bed squirmed twice, and a white arm stretched out from under the blanket. It rudely reached for the bedside table and touched the phone, hair clip, and water glass on it. Finally, it finally got the alarm clock. This impatient process had long woken up everyone who was sleepy. The smaller figure on the bed finally sat up and pressed the alarm. Then, there was a minute of silence. Feng Jinglin closed her eyes to rest, as if she was looking for the corner of her beautiful dream. A minute later, she opened her eyes and got out of bed. She walked to the cylindrical bathroom surrounded by glass windows and began to wash her face and brush her teeth. This was the process of Feng Jing Lin waking up every day. There was always a minute before she was willing to open her eyes and face the busy world.
Dressed neatly, Feng Jing Lin grabbed her bag and rushed out of the door. Although she woke up early, she was in such a hurry every day because Feng Zihan had ordered her to eat breakfast every day before she was allowed to go out. It was an iron law that did not allow anyone to object. Of course, this was only referring to herself. In fact, when faced with her health and safety issues, Feng Zihan would become tough. Feng Jinglin had also tried to disobey, but the result was still different degrees of forfeiting her pocket money. Thinking of this, Feng Jing Lin really beat her chest and stomped her feet. She was also angry that she had no ambition. Who asked her brother to hold the power of her finances in his hands? As long as he was dissatisfied, he would withdraw his hands and she could only die!
As usual, Feng Jinglin almost ran down from the third floor where her bedroom was. In the morning light, the villa was washed away from last night's darkness. The beautiful European style and lines were particularly bright. The villa was divided into three floors. The third floor was the master's bedroom, and the second floor was a small European-style living room with a circle of light-colored fabric sofas. At the front was a European-style fireplace, and the floor was covered with a thick wool carpet, giving people a warm feeling. In winter, Feng Jinglin always loved to be here, reading and doing homework. There were a few times when she fell asleep on the carpet, and it was Feng Zihan who carried her back to the room. She felt that this place had the feeling of home and the warmth of home.
The first floor was the hall. It was spacious and majestic. There was a gray classic sofa, and there was a huge oil painting hanging on the big wall behind it. In the painting was the family leader of their branch of green cherry blossoms. And now, the person in the painting was Feng Zihan. He was dressed in a green kimono and held a samurai sword in front of him with his hands clasped together, looking elegant and imposing. The oil painting was Feng Jingye's work, and the style was exquisite. It fully displayed Feng Zihan's rarely seen kingly aura. Feng Jing Lin often stared blankly at this painting, imagining what it would be like to stand next to him in a kimono. Next to the living room was
In the dining room, Feng Jing Lin had breakfast with her brother. The dining room was bright and simple, with a large floor-to-ceiling window at the back. Through the window, one could see the swimming pool and garden.
Feng Jing Lin came to the dining room as usual. Feng Zihan was already sitting in the main seat reading the newspaper as usual. Aunt Lin also served milk, fried eggs, and porridge rolls as usual. This was the specialty of the Feng family. Because Feng Jinglin didn't like sweets, she usually ate salty or spicy food for three meals except for ice cream and cheese cake. However, Feng Zihan demanded that she drink milk and eat eggs every day, so she had this combination.
"Good morning, Big Brother!" Feng Jing Lin greeted her sweetly as soon as she arrived, trying her best to act obedient, hoping that her brother would retract his order once he was in a good mood.
Feng Zihan raised her eyelids under her gold-rimmed glasses." Yes."”He only responded with a single tone. How could he not know what his little girl was planning?
Her enthusiasm early in the morning was doused with a basin of cold water. Feng Jing Lin was really hit hard. toot pouted and picked up the spoon next to her and stuffed the porridge into her mouth in big mouthfuls. As if she was angry, she made the porcelain make a sound.
Feng Zihan looked up at her and shook her head helplessly. He was finally willing to say a few more words.
"Lin 'er, don't let the cutlery make any noise. It's not polite."
"Keng keng…"
"Lin 'er, you don't even want the only 100 yuan in your wallet, right?”
"…" There was no sound in an instant. Money worked! Feng Zihan couldn't help but smile bitterly. She was really afraid that one day, when he and money stood on the balance, she would betray herself without hesitation for money.
After breakfast, the two of them went out of the door together. Feng Zihan walked straight to the car that the driver thought he had driven to the door. Feng Jinglin walked out of the door and went to the main street to take the bus. Because she didn't want her life to seem too luxurious, she had cut down on all the complicated luxuries. Feng Zihan understood and allowed her to do so. After all, he was very supportive of his little girl's simple and pure values. This pattern seemed to have been going on for a long time. In order to urge Feng Jing Lin to wake up early, Feng Zihan would even collect the fare when she was late and needed someone to send her off. In addition, she was not allowed to buy too many limited-edition branded products. She had to wash her own light clothes, hand over the heavy ones to the servants, and clean her room once a week. Therefore, Feng Jing Lin was raised to be such a girl: Although she was a young lady from a wealthy family and had the elegance and bearing of a noble, she would not be too arrogant and willful. She had her own principles and was independent enough to face and solve her own problems. She was optimistic and popular. Such a woman would not be vain, because she would have everything she wanted. She had seen everything materialistic and lacked nothing. However, she felt inferior. Only she knew the inferiority that was hidden deep in her heart. The wound that he didn't dare to open couldn't scab over, and fresh blood was still flowing. The reason why she could have these conditions and background that others thought were almost perfect was because she cherished them. She knew that these were all given by the Feng family, not hers. Therefore, she was like a poor child who saved her food and clothing every day. She saved her resources bit by bit, afraid that she would run out of them one day.
She was an orphan. She didn't dare to let others know about this fact, nor did she dare to tell others about her current identity as the young lady of the Feng family. From the moment she was abandoned by her parents when she was young, her world only had herself. But after so many years, this world that only had herself seemed to be slowly invaded by someone. It was like a slow stream, but it had the shock of a drop of water piercing through a stone. The person who slowly seeped into his world was Feng Zihan. Feng Jing Lin wasn't stupid. She knew what she wanted, and she also knew her heart. The feelings hidden in the bottom of his heart were wandering on the edge of morality. He rationally resisted it within the boundaries of the relationship between siblings. In terms of emotions, he could not cut it off and was still confused…There was another secret in the bottom of his heart. His heart was like a layer of inner feelings. Just like that past, perhaps he could only secretly pay homage to it in a place without sunlight…
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