Chapter 133 I love you

Wen Baijing returned to Guanlanju again in the afternoon three days later, that day was May 19th.

Opening the door, Ye Zhenzhen was wearing a pure white cotton dress, standing at the entrance with a smile, looking gentle and at home.

She walked towards him, like a quiet white hibiscus, and her mouth was crisp and sweet: "Back?"

Wen Bai Jing smiled The meaning was clear, like the clear sky after clearing the clouds and fog, "Well, are you impatient to wait?"

Ye Zhenzhen took the suit jacket from his hand with a smile, shook her head and said No, I took his hand and walked briskly towards the restaurant.

She was full of excitement and proudly said that she finally learned how to make pickled vegetables. What to do in each step, how long to soak the bacon, and the secret to making the soup rich and white. She also boasts that she has the potential to be a great chef and her pickled food tastes amazing.

Just like a gentle and thrifty wife, she wants to bring hot meals to her husband when he gets home from get off work to soothe his heart.

Wen Baijing followed her and walked towards the restaurant step by step.

She happily served the soup for him, holding her chin and staring, waiting for his comments.

Wen Baijing scooped up a spoonful of white soup and complimented her: "Well, it tastes great, and the craftsmanship is really good."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled when she heard the compliment. It's like finding a treasure, and I can't stop, "Then drink more! It's been simmering in the casserole for two hours. The bamboo shoots will be old in a few days, and the taste will definitely not be as good as now."

The bowl was very small. Wen Baijing lowered his head to drink the soup. Every time he scooped up a spoonful of soup, it was like scooping up a spoonful of bright starlight.

A spoonful of starlight warmed his insides.

Ye Zhenzhen held her face with both hands, and there was a flash of light in her eyes, "Drink more, you won't be able to drink anymore in a few days."

In a few days, the bamboo shoots will be old. It has grown into a bamboo and cannot be chewed anymore.

If you want to eat spring bamboo shoots, you have to wait until next year.

That must have been the first time that Wen Baijing drank soup until he was full. He drank until he couldn't stand up. "Zhenzhen, help me fill another bowl! The taste shouldn't be too good..."

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Ye Zhenzhen laughed so hard that the muscles on her face felt faintly sore, "No matter how good the drink is, it should be done in moderation, don't overwhelm your stomach. There will be bamboo shoots next year too..."

Wen Baijing raised his eyes and met hers, exchanging tenderness in his eyes.

Ye Zhenzhen asked in a very light and soft tone: "I have recently learned to tie a tie. I don't have to be very good at it. Do you want to test it?"

Wen Baijing just Staring at her and smiling.

"I'll go to the cloakroom to get you a tie." She walked lightly to Wen Baijing, half-bent, as if coaxing a kindergarten child, "Okay? Which one do you like... "

Perhaps because he was too full from drinking, Wen Baijing forced out his voice with difficulty: "Zhenzhen, let me go with you..."

They walked from the dining room to the cloakroom next to the bedroom many times, and they could touch it with their eyes closed.

Ye Zhenzhen asked him which one he liked, and Wen Baijing answered I like the one you chose. She spent a long time choosing, and nearly a hundred ties looked the same, but upon closer inspection they were completely different.

She carefully selected a midnight blue tie from E.marinella. His shirt collar stood up, he stood on tiptoes, and his tie went around the back of his neck.

Ye Zhenzhen looked extremely focused, her eyes always under his Adam's apple, and her tone was still gentle: "Promise me. Those who quit smoking must keep their word. Take care of yourself, you know? "

Her back was to the full-length mirror. Standing in front of the mirror, Wen Baijing could only catch a glimpse of his lonely expression and her back.

Wen Baijing lowered his eyes and saw her forehead The soft strands of hair were like lotus stamens swaying in the breeze under his deep breath.

His soft and waxy voice was like taking a bite of a rice dumpling: "Don't worry, I won't commit suicide. I am willing to go astray, and I will no longer lock myself out in pajamas, let alone go out and drink without thinking beyond my means. "

She paused for a second, trying her best to adjust her unstable breath, "I will be fine, and so will you. "

It's just that I am no longer your Ye Zhenzhen, and you are no longer my Wen Baijing.

Her casual tone was like that of her countless early mornings before going to work. Say you miss me, we'll meet again in the evening. It's just a cup of water in your hand. Once you hold it, it will leak out, and not a drop of it will be left.

She flaps her eyelashes gently, like a butterfly waving. Colorful wings, “Look, is my bow tie perfect? ”

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A perfect Windsor knot.

Wen Baijing’s Adam’s apple was tight and he had difficulty breathing for some reason. , “Zhenzhen, can you not leave? "

Ye Zhenzhen stood on tiptoes and stroked the collar of his shirt inch by inch with slow movements, "Ye Zhenzhen's abilities are limited and she doesn't have much potential. She can't be a kapok next to Wen Baijing. But she didn't want to be his stain. "

Wen Baijing subconsciously hugged her waist, "Zhen Zhen, don't talk about yourself like that..."

There was a small wave in Ye Zhen Zhen's eyes and she backed away. With one step, the smile has already been engraved on his face, "Three years ago today, we didn't have time to say goodbye properly. Today makes up for my regret three years ago. We can say goodbye face to face. "

Her smile is as sweet as before. It turns out that being extremely sweet is not overwhelming or greasy. Extreme sweetness will activate bitter neurons and infinitely amplify bitterness.

Wen Baijing tasted a hint of bitterness on her face, but couldn't see the frown on her face or the sadness in her eyes.

This step away, so close, how could she be separated by the vast soup. He heard the mud and turbid waves of the Tarim River.Weaving, the stormy waves dance with the remaining snow.

There are traces of her all around, and her laughter is scattered in the corner. He was the only one left in the boat. She was about to get off the boat and raise her sail.

They are not on their way.

The butterfly on Ye Zhenzhen's eyelids kept flapping its wings, eager to fly into the distance, "Wen Baijing, let's stop here. Goodbye."

Ye Zhenzhen glanced at him one last time and hurriedly walked out.

What was left of him was a silent and firm back.

When did his Ye Zhenzhen grow up? A few days ago, she was acting coquettishly at him in his arms, and even had to coax and coax her to drink Chinese medicine before she was willing to hold her nose and drink it. At that time, no matter what he said, even if she was unwilling, she would say yes.

Wen Baijing finally realized that this time Ye Zhenzhen was not getting angry with him and playing tricks, she was really leaving.

He stumbled out and stopped her at the entrance. Wen Baijing held her hand and wanted to ask her to stay but found that she couldn't find a tenable reason.

He owed her those words of love that he had never said before. The moment he said them, he felt that his throat was so dry that it hurt and hurt: "Ye Zhenzhen, I love you."

The rain has not stopped yet, and it has been raining for a long time.

Wen Baijing raised his brows and tried his best to open his eyes wide, "Let me see you off again!"

Ye Zhenzhen smiled at the corners of her eyes and brows, her voice was like this The rain lasted for many days, "The rainy season in Jiangnan is long, I always have to get used to going home alone."

She pushed his hand away, and this time she did not look back.

The door closed slowly. Wen Baijing stood on the left side of the entrance hall. He raised his head slightly and slowed down his breathing to adjust his mood.

It seems to be in vain.

He was dizzy as if he had low blood sugar and could not stand firmly. He closed his eyes tightly and leaned against the wall slumped as if resigned to his fate.

When we first met that year, he asked her if she wanted me to take you home. It was raining all the time and it was hard to take a taxi.

Her clear and cold voice is still in my ears. The rainy season in Jiangnan is long, who can always stay with whom?

He said, how do you know I won’t always be by your side?

He broke the appointment three years ago, and they didn't have time to say goodbye.

After today, there will be no reason for them to meet again.

On the morning of May 19, Wen Baijing, the second grandson of the Wen Group, and his childhood sweetheart Li Jiao announced their engagement.

The rumors about Wen Baijing and nightclub girl Ye Zhenzhen were self-evidently disproven.