"Wenqing, what are you thinking about?" Shijun's gentle voice interrupted Wenqing's meditation. She slowly raised her head, and what came into view was the exquisite dishes held in Shijun's hands. The aroma was fragrant, the color was attractive, and the presentation was so exquisite that people couldn't help but want to taste its deliciousness.
"I am immersed in the ocean of memories, and those warm fragments are surging like waves. I can't help but think of the moment when you cooked delicious food for me for the first time." Wen Qing held the world tightly. Jun's arms, her eyes shining with excitement, she looked at him affectionately and whispered: "Shijun, do you remember? At that time, every dish of yours was filled with the flavor of love, I can feel you Deep love for me."
Shijun sighed slightly, seeming to be touched by that beautiful memory. He walked to the dining table and carefully arranged the delicious dishes, one after another, neatly. Then he turned back, looked at Wen Qing who was still standing still with his eyes full of love, and said softly: "Don't indulge anymore." Come and taste the food I prepared for you." Wen Qing walked towards the dining table, her steps revealing deep thoughts. Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind, and she turned her gaze to Shijun and asked softly: "Shijun, have you ever cooked for Fang Yuyan?"
Shijun was slightly startled, his eyes A complicated look flashed through him. He did not immediately respond to Wen Qing's questioning, but fell into deep thought. Wen Qing grabbed his sleeves tightly, her tone full of unconcealable jealousy: "Shijun, tell me, how did you fall in love with Fang Yuyan? I'm jealous of her, and that kind of crazy jealousy makes me I can't help myself."
Shijun's heart was full of bitterness, and he said softly to Wen Qing: "Can we stop being immersed in the topic of rain and smoke? Let it go with the wind, okay? "
"No, I must know," Wen Qing's tone revealed firmness and persistence, which made Shijun suffer great pain in his heart. "Since you have chosen to be with me, you should completely let go of the past with Fang Yuyan. If you truly let go of that relationship, how can you be afraid of me mentioning her name?"
Shijun staggered back a few steps and turned his back to Wenqing, tears quietly sliding down his cheeks. Wen Qing asked angrily: "You have no intention of forgetting her, are you?"
She overturned all the dishes on the table to the ground, and angrily yelled at Shijun: "I did it for you , almost lost her life, but Fang Yuyan is the only one in your heart." After saying that, she ran back to the room and closed the door hard.
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Shijun stood there, his eyes closely following the closing of her room door, and an inexplicable bitterness emerged in his heart. He understood that since he had accepted Wen Qing's feelings, he should decisively let go of his attachment to Yu Yan. However, emotions are like stubborn rocks, and he cannot easily let go of his longing for Yu Yan. He lowered his eyes and silently stared at the dishes scattered on the ground.and broken bowl pieces, the pain in my heart surged like a tide, and the heaviness could not be described in words.
He slowly bent down and began to clean up the debris on the ground.
After he cleaned everything up, the door to the room opened quietly. She stood quietly at the door, her eyes filled with tears, as if she contained all the sadness and dissatisfaction. She looked at him silently, without words, but her tearful eyes silently told her anger and disappointment.
Shijun took a deep breath, and then whispered: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you endure so much pain for me. I..."
His words were interrupted , because she suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Her tears soaked his clothes, but he didn't push her away. He knew that he owed her this, that he had to bear her pain and anger.
They hugged quietly for a while, and then she slowly let go of him. She stared into his eyes and said softly: "Shijun, I hope you can completely erase Fang Yuyan's figure from your world."
Shijun was stunned for a moment, and then with determination Responding to her with his eyes, he nodded solemnly, and said deeply: "Wen Qing, you are right, I should no longer let the memories of the past constrain myself, I must learn to let go."
Wen Qing Smiling softly, she snuggled into Shijun's arms, as if the whole world was surrounded by warm love.