Chapter 149 Do You Still Love Me
Wen Baijing asked her again and again why she was so stupid. It was expected but hard to accept that someone as stubborn as her would do such a thing.
She leaned on his shoulder, silent. Even a moment of tenderness was better than relying on the old dream to survive.
Wen Baijing held her face and examined it carefully.
In the pool of clear water in her eyes, was his reflection, along with the six pearls on her ears, all clearly reflecting his tiredness.
They looked at each other speechlessly.
Ye Zhenzhen's heart was filled with sorrow and bitterness, one wave higher than the other. When the waves receded, she whispered, "Do you remember I told you that Xia Tong was a half-immortal?"
Wen Baijing's eyes were filled with tenderness as he waited for her to continue.
What should she say? A few years ago, Xia Tong casually said that Li Jiao might be the future boss lady. Now it seems that this half-immortal guessed it right again. If I had known that Xia Tong's words were golden, I would have used coaxing, deceiving, coercing or bribing to let her change her name.
So childish.
She couldn't help but laugh at herself in her heart.
Wen Baijing brushed away the flying hair on her forehead, and did not ask any more questions, but just stared at her without blinking.
After a long while, he spoke with difficulty, his voice a little low: "You agreed to let Xiaomao go to Guanlanju to get something, this is the reason, right?"
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her eyelashes guiltily and responded softly.
She really wanted to ask why they had no chance to meet each other even though they were in the same city.
Why did he appear today?
After thinking it over again and again, she gave up her curiosity and asked, "Did you teach Xiaomao to say those things?"
Wen Baijing squeezed her hand gently and answered the question irrelevantly: "When did you learn to smoke?"
Ye Zhenzhen tried to force a smile, but her cheeks were stiff and she couldn't move them.
He hesitated for a long time, unable to organize his words.
Wen Baijing held her waist and sighed softly, "It's not good for your health. Smoke less in the future."
She just missed his scent. Even with the same cigarettes and the same perfume, she could never replicate his scent.
A slight mistake can lead to a huge error.
The two people's watches were like two old clocks, ticking heavily and deafeningly every second.
They are in the same time and space, separated by their respective watches. The second hands seem to move forward in sync, but there are thousands of mountains and mists between them.
Ye Zhenzhen raised her hand and gently stroked his brow bone, her fingertips rolling over the thorns: "Mubo received two cotton flower baskets in a row when it opened. Were they sent by you?"
Wen Baijing's eyelashes, which were like scattered leaves and stained with white dew, trembled gently: "I was unable to be there to congratulate you and to see your happy moment. Will you blame me?"
She couldn't help choking up: "Why should I blame you?"
Wen Baijing grabbed her hand and put it on his cheek: "I would rather you blame me, even hate me, than torture yourself."
On a dewy, moonless night, street lamps were lit one after another. On the opposite building, glass windows were playing an urban comedy, as if all the beautiful fairy tales were stacked together and shown at the same time.
Only their piece of glass is black and white, a tragedy.
Wen Baijing reached out and held her other hand, and when their fingers intertwined, they both froze for a few seconds at the same time.
Subconscious actions cannot deceive people. Even if they haven't seen each other for a long time, they still have a tacit understanding. But it is this tacit understanding that is the most hurtful.
The vicissitudes of time emerge, and the feeling of powerlessness overwhelms all time.
Things are people and not everything.
He found that he had no reason to stay and no right to say to her "I miss you" anymore.
Zhongli called and asked which private room of Yemao Hotel we booked for dinner tonight? He also asked if you were feeling unwell and didn't reply to my message all afternoon.
After hanging up the phone, she reluctantly said, "It's getting late and I have to go out for something."
It’s getting late, we have to say goodbye.
He saw her embarrassment of wanting to say something but not being able to. Before leaving, Wen Baijing took the watch on the sofa and asked, "Are you still wearing this watch? Do you want to change it?"
Ye Zhenzhen said she still wears this watch.
Wen Baijing held up her hand and slowly helped her buckle her watch strap. When his eyes fell on the scar on her wrist, he shuddered as if pricked by a needle.
He lowered his eyelashes and reminded: "Smoke less and take good care of yourself."
Ye Zhenzhen raised the corner of her mouth and asked in a playful tone, "Then have you smoked less?"
Wen Baijing raised his eyes to look at her, stood up slowly, stood in front of her with his hands down, and said in a gentle voice: "Do you want a body search?"
He seldom smokes nowadays, but she is making contributions to the tobacco industry.
Ye Zhenzhen stood up, smiled bitterly and shook her head: "No need, I believe you."
When they reached the door, Wen Baijing hugged her from behind without saying a word.
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her eyelashes, and there was a cold metallic light at her waist that was as dazzling as a sharp blade.
This time, she suddenly realized that her courage had been exhausted without her knowing when, and she was afraid that she would never be able to wait until the ring was taken off and the ring mark was restored to its original state.
Ye Zhenzhen slowly closed her eyes and said with determination: "Wen Baijing, please leave the key behind."
The white light on the waist was flashing, piercing through the internal organs.
Wen Baijing remained silent.
Ye Zhenzhen's tone was broken into pieces of glass: "Don't come here again. If you must come, I will move out and return the house to you."
Wen Baijing placed a cold kiss on the side of his neck, his breath fluctuating: "Have you thought it through?"
Ye Zhenzhen said in a cold voice: "I already have enough stains on me. If I add one more, I'm afraid I will be doomed. I can't let Zhongli take risks with me."
"Zhenzhen, do you still love me?"
"Wen Baijing, this love is too bitter and too difficult. I can't hold on any longer..."
"It's the season for making osmanthus honey again. Aunt Sun said she would wait for you to come back and make osmanthus honey with her. You were always busy before, so she never had the chance to teach you..."
"I haven't eaten the osmanthus cake you made for a long time..."
five minutes later.
Two cars, one black and one white, drove out of the community gate one after the other. They walked together for several hundred meters. At the intersection, one car went to the south of the city and the other went to the north.
Pearls decorate my eyelashes, and my tears are like blood.
Thousands of layers of mountains at dusk, filled with partings.
Wen Baijing's car blended into the vast night, and its taillights merged into the busy streets. Ye Zhenzhen could no longer make out his car in the rearview mirror, and finally couldn't help but pull over. The stars in the long river of heaven fell into the mortal world, and became hazy and dispersed in her eyes.
There are lights all around the city, and the Milky Way flows westward.
The street lights are bright, but they cannot illuminate the long road ahead.
He never boasted to her, but did a lot for her silently and fulfilled everything he promised her.
Leaning over the steering wheel, Ye Zhenzhen felt mixed emotions in her heart, even her tears were tinged with mixed feelings.
On the third day of their acquaintance, Wen Baijing said, "If you have the ability to make me fall in love with you within thirty days, what do you want? Ye Zhenzhen, you can use me as your stepping stone."
He said that seriously as if he was joking.
She couldn't find a reason not to love him. Was it really only Wen Baijing who was moved at first? When she asked him for help in her pajamas, did she really not have some fantasies in her heart? There would probably never be another person who could treat her like this in her life.
To this day, she still can't tell how much of her capital to gain a foothold in this city is due to her efforts and how much is due to Wen Baijing's help.
She could finally stay in Jiangnan, but she could never find peace of mind again in this life.
"If you want to eat osmanthus cake in the future, I'll make it for you, okay?"
She used to think that she would make osmanthus cake for him for the rest of her life, but now it seems that she has broken her promise.