Chapter 160: Brilliant as Stars
Wen Baijing's voice was choked with sobs, but he still smiled and coaxed her: "Silly girl, if you cry again you will turn into a cat."
He squatted down slowly in front of her, reeking of alcohol, his facial muscles out of control, and his smile was uglier than crying.
Wen Baijing used his left hand to unskillfully push aside her hair, tucked the strands behind her ears one by one, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away her tears bit by bit.
From the swollen bags under the eyes to the red corners of the eyes, cheeks, philtrum, and chin.
It's just that the movements are a little unfamiliar.
Wen Baijing felt a sour feeling in the corners of his eyes. His deep eyes were lifeless, as if they were filled with thick fog.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to blink at all, and her vision blurred as her tears dissipated.
Wen Baijing took the mop from her arms, put it aside, and said softly, "Do you want me to help you stand up?"
The strong smell of alcohol hit her in the face, but she did not avoid it. Even the smell of alcohol, emanating from him, was particularly charming.
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head stubbornly, her vocal cords aching as she spoke: "Why did you drink so much? Do you want to keep your body?"
Wen Baijing still tried his best to force a smile, tied her hair to the back of her neck, and said with a somewhat admitting attitude: "Can you please stop drinking in the future?"
The two of them squatted on the ground facing each other, with their knees touching. Wen Baijing was still half a head taller than her, so she had to tilt her head back slightly to look him in the face.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to look at him for too long. If she wasn't careful, she would drown in the quiet deep pool. She lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "I'll make you some hangover tea."
As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up on her knees, and Wen Baijing stood up as well. The moment they stood up at the same time, their knees bumped against each other and their heads collided.
Both heads buzzed in sync, and both eyes sparkled.
Both of their bodies leaned backwards, Wen Baijing subconsciously reached out to support her, and Ye Zhenzhen unconsciously grabbed Wen Baijing's arm.
Wen Baijing lost his balance and rushed towards Ye Zhenzhen. Ye Zhenzhen fell backwards to the ground. Seeing that her head was about to hit the ground, Wen Baijing hugged her head in a hurry and protected her head with both hands.
Fortunately, there was no danger.
His upper body was suspended in the air, his elbows planted firmly on the marble floor, protecting her safely.
Wen Baijing's brows furrowed slightly, and the stiff muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.
Ye Zhenzhen lay on the floor, her eyes fixed on his heart. She could see his strong heartbeat through his clothes and even the arc of his beating heart.
Wen Baijing lowered his head and looked at her, and asked with a worried tone: "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Ye Zhenzhen held back her tears, first shaking her head and then nodding.
Wen Baijing didn't know if she was okay for a moment, and asked anxiously, "Where does it hurt?"
Ye Zhenzhen poked her heart with her index finger and said pitifully, "It hurts here."
He looked down and couldn't help but shed tears. He supported his elbows on the ground, leaned to the right, and lay on the floor, hugging Ye Zhenzhen to him.
Worried about whether she was hurt, he asked, "Where else does it hurt?"
The repeated questioning annoyed her a little. She lay on top of Wen Baijing and reached out to hit him, but she was reluctant to use even a little bit of strength. She said in a crying voice while hitting him, "Tell me where it hurts!"
Wen Baijing couldn't do anything with her, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He let her vent her emotions, pulled her hand and said, "Be harder, hit her a few more times to vent your anger."
Ye Zhenzhen sobbed, but she couldn't bear to hit him anymore. She tried to get rid of the shackles on her wrists, and said angrily, "You bastard..."
Wen Baijing hugged her, stroked her soft hair, and apologized to her in a sincere voice: "Well, I am a bastard and made my Ye Zhenzhen suffer."
He choked for a long time, closed his eyes to suppress the unspeakable pain, his throat was unusually hoarse: "It's my fault, I am sorry for you."
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her eyes and looked down, and found that he looked tired, his facial muscles were secretly tense, and his chin was faintly blue.
The face she had been thinking about day and night was so close to her that she couldn't bear to look away. She looked at him without blinking. His face was as hard as jade, his features were distinct, and he was still charming.
But her eyes were always sore and her nose was constantly filled with a sour feeling.
Her hair fell from the side of her face, covering Wen Baijing's face like a delicate gauze curtain.
The curtains are hanging flutteringly.
In the dim and warm tent, there were only two pairs of shining black pupils gazing at each other affectionately.
Afraid that he would catch a cold on the ground, Ye Zhenzhen whispered, "Let me go, the ground is too cold."
Getting up from the ground, Ye Zhenzhen tidied up her clothes that were messy from the fall, and helped Wen Baijing pat his slightly wrinkled suit.
In the restaurant, Wen Baijing had a cup of hangover tea in front of him. He quietly watched the busy figures in the open kitchen. In the past, she often volunteered to cook porridge and simple meals for him.
At that time, he said, "Don't force yourself, there is Auntie to cook." Ye Zhenzhen would occasionally say that there are a lot of comments on the Internet saying that to keep a man's heart, you must first keep his stomach.
In fact, she was not a good cook and had no talent. She would occasionally study recipes, but she was rarely successful and the food she cooked was barely edible.
Later, his cooking skills finally improved, but he didn't have the chance to eat it.
When a bowl of steaming millet porridge was placed in front of him, he was a little dazed.
Ye Zhenzhen sat opposite him, holding her chin and looking at him, her voice so gentle: "Your stomach is empty, right? Have some porridge to nourish your stomach."
In the restaurant on a quiet night, under a warm yellow chandelier, they sat opposite each other, after nearly three years.
Wen Baijing scooped up the porridge, his left hand shaking uncontrollably. This simple spoonful of hot porridge was a longing that he could not buy no matter how much money he spent. His throat felt like it was filled with cotton wool.
Seeing that he was reluctant to drink the porridge, Ye Zhenzhen asked in confusion: "Is it too hot? Let me cool it down for you..."
As he said this, he took the bowl of porridge and prepared to blow it for him.
Wen Baijing held her wrist and finally couldn't help asking, "I heard that your first love is back?"
Ye Zhenzhen glanced at his right hand wrapped in gauze, frowned, and answered irrelevantly: "Does your right hand hurt? Is it serious? How could you get injured for no reason?"
The two of them were in a stalemate and remained silent for a long time, and no one answered the other's question.
In the past they had endless things to talk about, but now talking about the past is full of minefields, talking about the future is too vague, and talking about the present they don’t know where to start.
Ye Zhenzhen drooped her eyelashes and stared at Wen Baijing holding her right hand tightly. She nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Wen Baijing unconsciously exerted some strength on his palm, completely forgetting that the wound on his palm was still painful. Red liquid instantly seeped out of the wound and spread drop by drop on the white gauze.
Like red plum blossoms reflecting the snow.
He frowned, his tone a little anxious: "If you want to break up with me and completely let go of the feelings between us, I can understand."
There were several large cardboard boxes and a few suitcases in the living room, and it seemed that they were preparing to pack their luggage and move.
Wen Baijing discovered it as soon as he came in.
The day after Yu Hui came back, Ye Zhenzhen returned the bank card to Wen Baijing. Now she is moving out of Tinglanyuan. It is hard to imagine that she is determined to start over.
He closed his eyes and relaxed, his lips unconsciously tightened. He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know what happened between you two in the past. You loved him so much that you even begged him not to leave you when you fainted. You should be very happy that he came back to find you."
"Zhenzhen, you need to keep your eyes open and don't make the same mistake again, okay?"
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her head and stared at his palm, and suddenly tears welled up in her eyes.
Tears fell down in torrents, and I couldn't help laughing.
She wiped away her tears and smiled casually: "Did you come here today just to tell me this?"
Wen Baijing raised his left hand and clumsily wiped the tears from her cheek: "Even if the person who stays with you is not me, as long as you are happy."
He turned his face away, clenched his teeth, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Be obedient and take the money and the house. Only with money in hand can you have confidence. If your future husband treats you badly, you can always withdraw from him."
"If he bullies you, don't confront him head-on. A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. I will support you."
Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes, her head almost fell into the dining table, and her body kept shaking.
She leaned over the dining table and cried loudly, making an unclear sound in her throat: "Wen Baijing, you bastard..."
Wen Baijing stood up, came to her side, held her head tightly in his arms, and said with red eyes: "Well, keep your eyes open in the future and don't look for bastards again."
This was the first time in all these years that she cried like this in his arms. She had never cried like this before when they broke up.
Wen Baijing raised his bandaged hand and stroked her hair carefully, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of tenderness: "Zhenzhen, as long as you are happy, anything is fine."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't care about her image and cried breathlessly in his arms.
It felt like there was a piece of sandpaper on Wen Baijing's heart, grinding it over and over again, and then polishing it inch by inch, and an intense pain surged up to his throat.
Ye Zhenzhen was tired of crying. She raised her head in his arms and looked at him with hazy eyes: "The porridge is cold. I'll go to the kitchen and get you another bowl."
Wen Baijing raised his head and dared not look at her. His throat was so sore that he could not utter a word.
Ye Zhenzhen raised her face stubbornly, and could only see his thin jaw and the bluish skin under his jaw.
"Drink the porridge and go back. It's too late."
Meeting late at night is inappropriate. Their relationship is too delicate and they should always avoid suspicion.
Wen Baijing lowered his head, held her face, and looked at her carefully for a long while. She used to love to laugh, and she looked particularly beautiful when she laughed. That smiling face that he loved the most, now would no longer have that innocent smile.
Her face was still pretty, but increasingly cold, the result of countless disappointments.
She was occasionally naughty and sometimes silly, but she never took Wen Baijing's feelings for her for granted. The more sensible she was, the more sorry he felt and that he owed her too much.
Millet porridge fills the empty stomach.
Wen Baijing finished his porridge and stood up to leave. He turned around and looked at her carefully.
He never told Ye Zhenzhen that he was ready for divorce and had started planning since the day of their marriage.
A promise that cannot be fulfilled is just a blank check.
Wen Baijing walked downstairs. The street lights made his shadow very long. He looked up at the night sky and the moon gradually became brighter.
The warm floor lights were like stars in the sky, lighting up all around him, and he was bathed in the starlight.
He shines brighter than the stars.
Ye Zhenzhen stood on the terrace, lowered her eyelashes and looked at the star in the Milky Way that illuminated her.