Chapter 47 Daughter is Red
Ten rounds of Shuangying turn to the court, and this eve, the Jiren are alone.
Ye Zhenzhen looked up at the bright moon in the sky. "Tonight the moon is bright and everyone is looking at it. I wonder whose house the autumn thoughts fall on?"
I have been wandering for a long time. Whenever the festival comes, I always feel a little sad. People who are used to being quiet can avoid many troubles. Sometimes, I will envy the hustle and bustle of fireworks.
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly felt something heavy on her shoulder. She was startled and was about to turn around to look at who was coming when she suddenly smiled.
"You're down here so early? Are you cold?"
Wen Baijing took off his suit and put it on her, then he held up her collar considerately and asked in a low voice in her ear.
"Thank you!"
Ye Zhenzhen still looked at the full moon, wondering when she could go home and wash her clothes. This was probably the homesickness of every wanderer.
The cool breeze blew, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers danced in the air. She stood in the cold moonlight, with a thin layer of cold white moonlight covering her fluffy hair.
Sweet osmanthus flowers fell from the sky, with cool dewdrops on the petals, and the dew was heavy and the flowers were lush.
The jade beads fall down to the moon, they must be thrown to people by Chang'e.
"Let's go! The crab can't hold out for much longer and is about to die!"
Wen Baijing saw this and interrupted her melancholy.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes were filled with tears. Apart from Ye Mao and Wang You, the only person in Yuncheng who truly cared about her was Wen Baijing.
As a local, he has no shortage of relatives and friends with whom he can reunite and enjoy the full moon during festivals like the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Ye Zhenzhen tilted her head to look at him and said with a wry smile, "I don't know how to steam crabs."
"I can!" Wen Baijing said with a bit of pride in his tone.
In the open kitchen, Wen Baijing untied the crab ropes, and eight crabs tried to climb out of the sink vigorously.
He took off his tie, put on a black shirt, and held a toothbrush, brushing the crab shells and crab claws in a very professional manner.
Ye Zhenzhen picked up the crab and started cleaning it in the same way.
Faced with the crab's claws and fangs bared, she was a little scared, but she didn't want to just sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor, so she could only nervously hold the crab shell.
Wen Baijing hurriedly said, "Leave it there! I can do it myself."
"I want to try..."
Before Ye Zhenzhen could finish her words, the crab's claws pinched her index finger. The piercing pain made her cry out.
"do not move!"
Wen Baijing saw that she was about to shake off the crab and stopped her, saying, "Be obedient and put your hand in the water."
Small beads of blood oozed from her fingertips. She frowned and put her hand into the water. Soon the crab loosened its claws.
Wen Baijing fetched alcohol and gauze and carefully treated her wound. "It's just a little skin breakage, it's not a big problem. Just bear with it, the disinfection will be a little painful."
"I'm sorry, I made things worse." Ye Zhenzhen said in a low voice, feeling somewhat guilty.
"Silly girl." Seeing that the wound was not serious, Wen Baijing put a Band-Aid on her.
Ye Zhenzhen's finger was injured, but she finally sat down with peace of mind and waited for the crabs to come out of the pot.
[Sister, we are off work, are you asleep? ]
Ye Mao’s WeChat popped up.
【What's wrong? 】
[Nothing, I just want to ask what you had for dinner? ]
[I just ate a little. I'm very tired from work today. I'm going to bed early. You should also go to bed early.]
Ye Zhenzhen ended the conversation, not daring to continue as lying would easily expose her.
"What's wrong?" Wen Baijing asked calmly, "It's so late, is there any work in the store that hasn't been handed over yet?"
Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly explained: "No, I was just chatting with my brother."
"Oh!" Wen Baijing gave an imperceptible smile.
He turned around and brought the plump and delicious hairy crabs to the table, each of which exuded an enticing aroma.
He peeled the crab shell skillfully. As the crab shell was opened, the rich crab aroma wafted into his nose, making his mouth water. He handed the peeled crab to Ye Zhenzhen and lowered his head to remove the crab legs.
"Thank you!"
Ye Zhenzhen raised her index finger, picked up the long-handled spoon and fed the crab roe into her mouth.
Wen Baijing opened the rice wine and poured it into a cup, then handed one to Ye Zhenzhen, "Drink some rice wine to dispel the cold."
Ye Zhenzhen took a sip, and the rich aroma spread in her mouth.
In the restaurant, under the warm white light, the two sat opposite each other and ate crabs, the scene was ordinary yet a little unreal.
Wen Baijing frowned and took a sip of rice wine. "Do you know? Here, from the moment a daughter is born, parents will bury a jar of her daughter's wine. When the daughter grows up and gets married, they will dig out the jar from the ground and open it to drink with the guests."
Seeing Wen Baijing's face full of longing, Ye Zhenzhen felt a little dazed.
What would Wen Baijing be like as a father? Being his daughter should be a happy thing! She couldn't imagine what Wen Baijing would be like as a father. It had nothing to do with her.
Ye Zhenzhen's throat was a little blocked and the root of her tongue felt bitter.
"In the future," Ye Zhenzhen paused for a few seconds and tried to force a smile, "you will also bury a jar of daughter's red wine for your daughter!"
Wen Baijing's hand holding the wine glass clearly paused.
The air inexplicably began to become thinner.
Seeing that he was silent, Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips.
"You know what? I opened a big order today!" Ye Zhenzhen changed the subject, pretending to be relaxed and forcing an exaggerated smile, "More than 30,000! Mr. Wen, are you treating me to crabs today to reward outstanding employees?"
Wen Baijing frowned slightly, with an indescribable emotion appearing on his face.
"Hmm." After a while, he squeezed out a sound from his throat.
Ye Zhenzhen got up and went to the bathroom. She placed her hands under the faucet and washed them absentmindedly. The sound of running water covered her loneliness.
I miss him when I'm not around, and I hate him when we meet. This feeling is too tormenting, with emotions rising and falling suddenly, and Ye Zhenzhen doesn't understand why she's crazy.
The proliferation of delusions is the beginning of pain. When did those delusions take root in her heart? Wen Baijing couldn't give her the love she wanted. It was too heavy to pick up, and too difficult to put down.
"Zhen Zhen."
Wen Baijing stood beside him at some point, his voice a little low.
Ye Zhenzhen regained her composure and took out a tissue to dry her hands.
She smiled and said, "Mr. Wen, it's getting late. I should go back."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the door.
Wen Baijing blocked her way and asked dejectedly, "Zhenzhen, do we really have to do this?"
Ye Zhenzhen was in a state of confusion. She took two steps back and raised her head slightly to look at Wen Baijing.
She took a deep breath and said calmly, "Mr. Wen, you've had too much to drink! I'm leaving first!"
Wen Baijing pulled her arm and held her tightly in his arms, his voice a little hoarse, "Zhenzhen, I miss you, I really miss you..."
Ye Zhenzhen was firmly imprisoned in his arms, and no matter how hard she struggled to break free, it was in vain. She could hear the familiar sound of her heartbeat, which was strong and powerful, but a little heartless.
Ye Zhenzhen's voice trembled, with a hint of tears in her voice, "Wen Baijing, what do you want?"
"Zhenzhen, I miss you..." He said it over and over in her ear, and every time he said it, Ye Zhenzhen's heart ached.
"Let me go, why are you such a bastard..." Ye Zhenzhen finally couldn't hold back and cried out in front of him, "Why did you come to provoke me, why did you do this to me!"
"Why......"
Ye Zhenzhen tried to hit him desperately, but she couldn't bear to use all her strength. She resented him, hated him, and couldn't help thinking about him.
Wen Baijing held her tightly, and refused to let go no matter how she struggled. The heartache kept eating away at his heart.
"Zhenzhen, it's my fault. Can you please stop crying..." Wen Baijing's hoarse voice echoed in her ears, and her warm breath burned her neck like a golden feather.
Ye Zhenzhen was crying so hard that she was out of breath. Wen Baijing held her face and kissed her tear-stained face.