Chapter 133 I love you
Wen Baijing returned to Guanlanju again in the afternoon three days later, which was May 5th.
When I opened the door, I saw Ye Zhenzhen wearing a pure white cotton dress, standing at the entrance with smiling eyes, looking gentle and homely.
She walked towards him gracefully, like a pure and lonely white lotus, and her first words were crisp and sweet: "Are you back?"
Wen Baijing's smile was as clear as the bright sky after the clouds had parted. "Well, are you tired of waiting?"
Ye Zhenzhen took the suit jacket from his hand with a faint smile, shook her head and said no, took his hand, and walked towards the restaurant with brisk steps.
She was full of excitement, and proudly talked about how she finally learned how to make pickled pork with preserved vegetables. She knew what to do in each step, how long to soak the bacon, and the secret of making the soup thick and white. She also boasted that she had the potential to be a great chef, and that the pickled pork with preserved vegetables tasted so delicious that it made her eyebrows drop.
It's like a gentle, respectful and frugal wife who will serve a hot meal to her husband when he comes home from get off work to comfort him.
Wen Baijing followed her and walked towards the restaurant step by step.
She happily served him the soup, resting her chin on her hand and waiting for his comments.
Wen Baijing scooped up a spoonful of the soup and praised her cooperatively: "Well, it tastes great, and your cooking skills are really good."
Hearing the compliment, Ye Zhenzhen smiled as if she had found a treasure, and couldn't stop, "Then drink more! It's been simmering in the casserole for two hours. In a few days, the bamboo shoots will be old, and the taste will definitely not be as good as it is 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 shining stars.
Spoonfuls of starlight warmed his heart.
Ye Zhenzhen held her face with both hands, her eyes sparkling with light, "Drink more, you won't be able to drink in a few days."
In a few days, the bamboo shoots will become old and grow into bamboos, which will be difficult to bite.
If you want to eat spring bamboo shoots, you have to wait until next year.
That should be the first time Wen Baijing drank soup to his heart's content, until he couldn't even straighten his back, "Zhenzhen, help me get another bowl! It doesn't taste too good..."
Ye Zhenzhen laughed so hard that her facial muscles ached. "No matter how delicious it is, you should know when to stop and don't upset your stomach. There will be spring bamboo shoots next year..."
Wen Baijing raised his eyes, met her gaze, and exchanged tenderness in his eyes.
Ye Zhenzhen asked in a very light and soft tone: "I recently learned how to tie a tie. My skills are not very good. Do you want to test it?"
Wen Baijing just stared at her and smiled.
"I'll go to the cloakroom and get you a tie." She walked lightly to Wen Baijing's side, half bent over, and said like she was coaxing a kindergarten kid, "Okay? Which one do you like..."
Perhaps because he drank too much, Wen Baijing managed to squeeze out a voice with difficulty: "Zhenzhen, I'll go with you..."
They had walked from the dining room to the dressing room next to the bedroom many times and could feel it with their eyes closed.
Ye Zhenzhen asked him which one he liked, and Wen Baijing replied that he liked the one he chose. She chose for a long time, and nearly a hundred ties looked the same, but they were very different when she looked closely.
Carefully selecting a midnight blue tie from E. Marinella, she carefully turned up his shirt collar, stood on tiptoes, and looped the tie around the back of his neck.
Ye Zhenzhen looked extremely focused, her eyes always fixed on his Adam's apple, her tone still gentle: "You promised me to quit smoking, you have to keep your word. You have to take good care of yourself, okay?"
She had her back to the dressing mirror, and Wen Baijing could only catch a glimpse of her own lonely expression and her back as she stood in front of the mirror.
Wen Baijing lowered his eyes and saw the soft strands of hair on her forehead. Under his deep breath, they were like lotus buds swaying in the breeze.
The soft and sticky voice sounded like a bite of a fermented rice ball: "Don't worry, I won't let myself go astray, I won't be stupid enough to lock myself out of the house in my pajamas, and I won't go out and drink without knowing my own limits."
She paused for a second, trying her best to adjust her unstable breath, "I'll be fine, and you too."
But I am no longer your Ye Zhenzhen, and you are no longer my Wen Baijing.
The casual tone was like countless mornings before going to work when she said, "If you miss me, we'll meet in the evening." Since we met again, it's just like holding the moon in the water in your hand, which leaks out as soon as you hold it up, leaving no drop.
She fluttered her eyelashes gently, like a butterfly flapping its colorful wings, "Look, isn't my bow tie perfect?"
A perfect Windsor knot.
Wen Baijing's throat tightened, and he had trouble breathing for some reason. "Zhenzhen, can you please not leave?"
Ye Zhenzhen stood on tiptoe and stroked his shirt collar inch by inch with her slender hands, moving slowly, "Ye Zhenzhen has limited abilities and no great prospects, so she can't be the kapok next to Wen Baijing. But she doesn't want to be a stain on him."
Wen Baijing subconsciously put his arm around her waist, "Zhenzhen, don't say that about yourself..."
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes stirred up a wave of tiny emotions. She took a step back, a smile already carved into her face. "Three years ago today, we didn't have time to say goodbye properly. Today, I made 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 extreme sweetness is not cloying or greasy. Extreme sweetness activates bitter neurons and infinitely amplifies bitterness.
Wen Baijing tasted a hint of bitterness on her face, but he could not see the frown on his own face or the sorrow in his eyes.
How could this distance, this distance, be separated by the mighty Tarim River? He heard the muddy sand and the turbid waves interweaving, and the waves rolling up the remaining snow dancing together.
There are traces of her all around, and her laughter in every corner. He is the only one left on the boat, and she is about to get off and raise her sail.
They are not on the way.
The butterfly on Ye Zhenzhen's eyelids kept flapping its wings, eager to fly away. "Wen Baijing, let's stop here. Goodbye."
Ye Zhenzhen took one last look at him and hurried out.
All that was left for him was a silent and determined back.
When did his Ye Zhenzhen grow up? A few days ago, she was still in his arms, acting like a spoiled child to him, and even needed to be coaxed and tricked before she was willing to drink the Chinese medicine. At that time, no matter what he said, even if she was unwilling, she would agree.
Wen Baijing finally realized that this time Ye Zhenzhen was not throwing a tantrum at him, she really wanted to leave.
He stumbled out and stopped her at the entrance. Wen Baijing held her hand and wanted to ask her to stay but found that he could not find a tenable reason.
He owed her the unspoken words of love. The moment he said them, he realized his throat was dry and painful: "Ye Zhenzhen, I love you."
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her eyelashes, a drop of morning dew hung on the butterfly's wings, and she responded softly.
The rain hasn't stopped yet, it has been drizzling for a long time.
Wen Baijing raised his eyebrows and tried to open his eyes wide, "Let me take you there again!"
Ye Zhenzhen's smile was in her eyes and her voice was like the long rain, "The rainy season in Jiangnan is long. I have to get used to going home alone."
She pushed his hand away and this time she didn't look back.
The door slowly closed. 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 felt a little dizzy as if he had low blood sugar and couldn't stand steadily. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall dejectedly as if he had accepted his fate.
When they first met that year, he asked her if she needed him to take her home because it was raining and it might be difficult to get a taxi.
Her clear and cold voice is still ringing in my ears. The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is long. Who can always stay with whom?
He said, how do you know I won’t always be with you?
He broke his promise three years ago and they didn't have time to say goodbye.
After today, they would have no reason to meet again.
On the morning of May 5, Wen Baijing, the second grandson of the Wen Group, announced his engagement with his childhood sweetheart Li Jiao.
The rumors about Wen Baijing and nightclub girl Ye Zhenzhen were refuted.