Chapter 148 Mint Candy
Separated by the old times, separated by countless reluctance and helplessness, sitting in the old seat by the window of the cafe, there are many bitterness that cannot be expressed in words.
I still remember that more than a year ago, she gambled her life just to see him. Now that she has seen him, what does it matter?
Nothing can be changed.
Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes with a weary look on her face, but in her heart there was a spring bubbling with bitter water.
Wen Baijing crossed his hands on the table, his voice unusually dry: "Ye Zhenzhen, I'm sorry. I didn't even formally pursue you before, and I never asked you if you were willing before we were together. I made you feel wronged."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to open her eyes, her mind was overgrown with weeds. What she wanted to hear was not an apology. She wanted to open her mouth to defend herself but was afraid that the tears in her eyes would burst out.
She didn't know what she wanted to hear specifically.
She slowly opened her eyes, her expression blank, and stared at him steadily.
Ye Zhenzhen's expression did not change, only her eyebrows twitched, forming two tiny pits filled with black shadows. There was a fine line in the middle of her eyebrows, separating her eyebrows like a hanging needle, just like a dangerous peak separating their worlds.
Across a flood of mud and sand that is growing day by day.
The mobile phone was placed on the table, and her face was reflected on the black screen. The expensive makeup could not hide her dishevelled look, and beneath the delicate eye makeup were a pair of lost eyes.
Ye Zhenzhen held the coffee cup, collected her thoughts, and smiled at him: "You have done enough for me, there is nothing you can do to let me down."
The house, car, and start-up capital of Tinglanyuan all came from him. Today, she can do business well, largely due to his past guidance.
When he taught her how to fish, he also gave her a bag of fish.
No matter how ignorant she was, she was fully aware of his deep love for her.
The two of them sat facing each other quietly, completely oblivious to the noise of the world.
The messages on her phone kept popping up, but she was in no mood to read them. Out of sight, out of mind, she placed the phone upside down on the table.
Wen Baijing asked slowly, "How have you been these days?"
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her eyes, not knowing how to define good and bad. Should we use spiritual or material measurement? There is no standard answer. "Business is pretty good. Look, Mubo has even opened a branch."
Wen Baijing said patiently: "I'm asking you, are you okay?"
Ye Zhenzhen took the phone, looking as if she had some urgent work to do, and said with her head down, "The store is a bit busy, I'll leave first."
Wen Baijing stood up and walked to her side, blocking her way.
The surrounding customers were startled by their behavior and their eyes fell on them intentionally or unintentionally.
Ye Zhenzhen and Wen Baijing confronted each other for a few seconds, feeling a little discouraged: "There are so many people here, please pay attention to the impact, Mr. Wen."
Wen Baijing's eyes were filled with the warm sunshine of a spring afternoon, which made people unconsciously lazy and want to take a nap in the warm sunshine.
His voice softened and softened: "I want to hear you tell me in person, have you been having a hard time these days?"
Ye Zhenzhen sat back in her chair, and asked casually, "What about you? Are you happy?"
This time it was Wen Baijing's turn to be discouraged. He did not answer. Telling the truth would make the other party worried, while lying would make the other party heartbroken.
Many of the answers cannot be spoken out loud, they all know them in their hearts.
Ye Zhenzhen stood up again, holding her cell phone tightly, and hurried out of the store.
Over the past year or so, she has been able to handle many trivial matters calmly and confidently, dealing with manufacturers and customers with ease, and her pace of life has changed beyond recognition.
She was inadvertently pushed by the environment to change. She was able to stand on her own, but she also developed bad habits, such as staying up late, smoking, eating takeout, and relying on drugs to help her sleep.
But when facing him, the love and attachment engraved in my bones swayed unconsciously like a cat's tail.
The autumn afternoon sun casts a cool white silver light on metal products.
It's very cold.
While driving on the road, there was a heavy rain falling noisily in front of my eyes, and the wipers didn't work.
After returning to Tinglan Garden, she lit a cigarette with trembling hands, and tears rolled down her cheeks, wetting the corners of her lips. The smoke choked Ye Zhenzhen and she let out a series of long, heart-wrenching coughs.
Smelling the familiar scent that she had longed for but had been searching for in vain, she didn't even dare to raise her head. Her miserable appearance with tears streaming down her face was too damaging to her image.
She squatted on the ground with her back against the sofa, her shoulders rising and falling with her sobs.
Wen Baijing squatted down, picked her up and put her on the sofa, "Zhenzhen, don't cry, it's my fault."
She should chase him away, but she couldn't.
Wen Baijing held her face and wiped away her tears bit by bit, coaxing her gently as he had done many times when they had conflicts.
The mist covered her eyes. She tried to open them wide, trying to count whether his eyelashes had become shorter or the fine lines at the corners of his eyes had increased.
Wen Baijing held her on his lap, his sudden behavior was extremely ambiguous, "You are already Mr. Ye, why are you still so crybaby?"
Ye Zhenzhen sat sideways and fought back stubbornly, "Boss Wen still likes to break into people's houses. Aren't you afraid that I will call the police?"
Wen Baijing smiled bitterly: "Whenever I don't want to sell clothes anymore, I will go into breeding."
"What to raise?"
"Rabbit, donkey, or something..."
Ye Zhenzhen burst into laughter, with tears half dried on her face: "If you mess with me again, believe it or not, I will chase you away?"
This sofa was once the site of some lingering and romantic old dreams.
It had nothing to do with romance, nothing happened between them, they just counted the vicissitudes and affection in each other's eyes.
The furnishings in the room were the same as before, and everything seemed to have returned to a few years ago, when they slept with their necks intertwined and feet touching. The past was like a chaotic dream, filling the pillow. They slept on different pillows, dreaming the same old dream.
Wen Baijing stroked the palm of her hand, touching her heart like a feather.
A gentle, tingling touch, drawing circles on the palm of your hand at a constant speed.
Ye Zhenzhen tried to retract her hand alertly, but Wen Baijing grabbed her wrist, which was frightening.
She struggled to get away, her body trembling for no apparent reason: "Let me go."
Wen Baijing put his arms around her waist and held her in his arms, holding her left hand with one hand and untying the watch strap with the other.
The slightly raised scar on the wrist is a long, dull white color.
He trembled all over, and his voice was heard on the bumpy gravel road: "Ye Zhenzhen, what on earth did you do?"
"Are you crazy? Why are you so stupid..."
She didn't dare look at him, buried her head in the crook of his neck, and said in a very soft voice: "It doesn't hurt anymore, the scar is almost fading..."
Tinglan Garden, the lights are dim.
Is it night? What night is it tonight? Let us share this candlelight.
His warm lips fell on my wrist, and the strange yet familiar body temperature sneaked into my pulse like a wisp of smoke.
Why did she feel a hint of coolness in the warmth, like a mint, with sweetness and coolness coexisting.
After knowing each other for several years, this was the first time that Wen Baijing cried in front of her.
Ye Zhenzhen felt very uncomfortable and gently stroked the top of his head. Under the dim light, she was always reminded of the small desert in her hometown.
Wen Bai Jingfu raised his head, his eyes filled with pain, and his tone was like brocade torn by a storm: "Was it that day? Tell the truth, was it that day?"
Ye Zhenzhen turned away, unable to bear to look at him: "Wen Baijing, can you please stop asking?"