Chapter 163 Be Serious
The group sat in a private room of the farm house. The atmosphere was a little awkward. The girls in the store were not familiar with Wen Baijing and the others, so Lu Yu took on the responsibility of livening up the atmosphere.
During the meal, Ye Zhenzhen had no appetite and couldn't eat after just a few bites.
Ye Hanxi started running around after finishing her meal and ran out of the box without noticing. Wang You had a good appetite after becoming pregnant and her chopsticks never stopped eating.
Ye Zhenzhen said to Wang You: "Take your time to eat. I'll go take care of Hanxi."
Wang You was a little embarrassed: "Sister, I will come to you after I finish eating."
Ye Zhenzhen asked Wang You to eat slowly. She ran out after the little guy and finally caught up with him with great difficulty.
The farmhouse is an antique wooden house with a row of red lanterns hanging under the eaves. There is a pond beside the corridor. The pond is covered with algae, and the water is emerald green and calm.
Ye Zhenzhen held Ye Hanxi in her arms and came to the waterside pavilion, looking at the clear water in the pond.
The little guy was probably sleepy. He kept rubbing his eyes, but refused to close his eyes and go to sleep. He said in a baby voice, "Auntie, tell me a story..."
Ye Zhenzhen held her head, paced back and forth, and said in a soft voice: "Then close your eyes and let auntie tell you a story, okay?"
The little guy rubbed his head on her shoulder, his eyes half closed, and didn't say anything.
A gentle breeze blew, ruffling the hem of her cheongsam, like a green lotus leaf blowing in the wind.
Ye Zhenzhen had a peaceful expression on her face. She gently stroked the little guy's back and said in a very soft voice, "Then I will start talking. You must listen carefully."
The wind blew the strands of hair on her forehead. Her face was as white and shiny as jade. She was wearing a green cheongsam, like a lotus swaying in the breeze.
"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain..."
The little guy gradually calmed down in her arms, with his head resting on her shoulder.
Wen Baijing stood not far behind her, his brows slightly furrowed in the light of the red lantern, and his eyes flushed the same red as the lanterns.
Even the mist under the eyes was stained with the red of the lanterns.
Wen Baijing raised his hand to his lips and did not take it down for a long time.
"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain..."
It was an old story that she told over and over again, applying to two generations.
Wen Baijing involuntarily came to her side and whispered, "After so many years, haven't you learned any new stories yet?"
Ye Zhenzhen was startled at first, then breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized his voice. Suddenly, her body froze for a few seconds, as if she was touched by something. She turned her face away to conceal her feelings, not daring to look at him.
Wen Baijing was worried that she couldn't hold the child, so he took the initiative to stretch out his hands and said considerately: "Give me the child."
Ye Zhenzhen adjusted her mood, and then she dared to turn around and look at him, a little hesitantly: "It will wake her up."
Under the waterside pavilion, they look like a happy family of three, the scene is warm and harmonious.
Wen Baijing saw that she was about to lose her balance and knew that she had no strength left, so he said, "Let me try."
Without waiting for Ye Zhenzhen to express her opinion.
The little guy raised his head, blinked his sleepy eyes, and called out: "Uncle..."
The little guy who was finally coaxed to sleep woke up immediately. Ye Zhenzhen was a little disappointed: "It's all your fault for making trouble."
"Okay, it's all my fault." Wen Baijing took the child from her arms, his movements not very skilled, "Why are you awake? Go to sleep quickly."
The little guy instantly became energetic and lively, hugged Wen Baijing's neck and said, "Uncle, tell me a story..."
Feng Shui turns.
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly laughed, with a gloating expression on her face.
But Wen Baijing has more knowledge than her.
In the dim light, the red lights and clear water reflected on him, and the evening breeze brought the fragrance of lotus flowers from ten miles away.
Ye Zhenzhen leaned on the beauty's chair and saw his fatherly smile, and was absent-minded for a long time.
She recalled that if she had not secretly taken medicine afterwards...with luck, the child should be about half a year younger than Ye Hanxi.
After Wang You finished his meal, he hurried over, took the child from Wen Baijing, and said that he would take the child back to sleep first.
Lu Yu and Zhongli also came to the pavilion and took them to the villa's KTV to sing, saying that a group of people were waiting and they couldn't spoil everyone's fun, so they should have fun while they were out playing.
Ye Zhenzhen was a little embarrassed. To her, those three words were like a nightmare and a dark history that she could not get rid of.
Lu Yu continued, "Let's go together and have some fun together."
Zhongli took Ye Zhenzhen by the hand and comforted her as they walked, saying that she couldn't stop singing for the rest of her life, and she should stop thinking about the past.
The night wind was chilly, and the lanterns under the eaves swayed gently in the cold wind, as if the candlelight would never be extinguished.
Walking into the box, the atmosphere was a bit lively. With the dim light and alcohol, people quickly became closer to each other.
Everyone was toasting and chatting, and when they came in, the clerk vacated the main seat for them. Wen Baijing sat down first, and when he saw her standing still, he reached out and pulled her to sit next to him. The clerk then handed her a wine glass and a microphone.
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head to refuse the wine glass, waved her hand to reject the microphone, and said with a smile that everyone should have fun and drink, and she would take a rest first.
Lawyer Wu and Xiao Zhu seemed to be in a good mood. They rolled dice with the store clerk and occasionally sang a song together.
There was a lot of laughter.
Only Ye Zhenzhen felt a little restless.
Wen Baijing asked in her ear: "Shall we sing a song together?"
Without waiting for Ye Zhenzhen to answer.
Wen Baijing stood up and ordered a song, then pulled Ye Zhenzhen to the screen. She took the microphone handed to her by Wen Baijing as if sleepwalking.
When the prelude sounded, Ye Zhenzhen felt a faint sour taste in her nose.
Under the alternating lights of light and darkness, they sang affectionately to each other, and Wen Baijing's eyes never left her.
"Give you a CD from the past, and listen to our love back then. Sometimes I suddenly forget that I still love you."
"Because love can never have vicissitudes."
“So we still look young.”
……
———"Because of Love"
After the song was over, Ye Zhenzhen lowered her head, tightly gripping the microphone. Her two strands of bangs hung on both sides of her cheeks. She closed her eyes to conceal her feelings, her brows furrowed, and her delicate facial features twisted into a ball.
Wen Baijing tightened the corners of his lips, unable to bear to look at her, yet reluctant to look away. Wen Baijing slowly walked towards her and tried to hold her hand.
Everyone stood up and applauded.
Ye Zhenzhen raised her head and tears fell uncontrollably. She quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears.
Zhongli came over and hugged her shoulders, comforting her softly. Ye Zhenzhen pretended to be strong and raised her head, trying hard to force a smile.
This song is more than six years late.
They once had a passionate love, but now they are no longer young.
They missed each other for so many years, and the time they spent apart exceeded the time they spent together.
Ye Zhenzhen put down the microphone, rushed out of the box in a hurry, and ran all the way towards the room.
The moonlight of the old days reappears tonight.
Ye Zhenzhen rushed into the night, running forward frantically, her tears flowing into her hair with the wind. She covered her mouth tightly, afraid of accidentally crying out loud.
Wen Baijing ran out after her, caught up with her in two or three steps, hugged her tightly, and spoke with a nasal tone: "Why are you disobeying me again? You can't run like this..."
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't hear any sound. Her emotions were out of control. She hugged him with tears streaming down her face. It had been more than three years, and she could no longer suppress the urge to hug him.
His embrace was still warm and reliable, with a strange yet familiar body temperature.
Wen Baijing carried her sideways and walked back to the villa. Her eyes had already become blurry and everything was blurry except for Wen Baijing's face, which was clear and bright.
The world was silent as the two of them walked in the clear autumn night.
He carried her up to the second floor, he sank into the sofa, and she sank into his arms.
Wen Baijing took out a tissue from the tissue box and wiped her tears bit by bit. With red eyes, he comforted her, "Okay, if you cry again, you won't be able to see anyone tomorrow."
Ye Zhenzhen sobbed for a while, and then calmed down a little. She looked around the unfamiliar room and struggled to get up from his arms: "Why did you bring me here?"
Wen Baijing held her tightly, his voice a little low: "What do you think I want to do?"
Ye Zhenzhen instantly became alert and pushed him hard, her tone full of anxiety: "Believe it or not, I called for help."
The buckle on the side of the leg loosened unconsciously.
Wen Baijing's lips rolled around her ears, and the scorching temperature fell down: "You'd better speak louder, this villa is quite remote."
Ye Zhenzhen's jade-like cheeks flushed instantly, and she pressed her fists against his chest, saying in protest: "No!"
Wen Baijing stretched out his hand from under her skirt and waved it in front of her eyes meaningfully: "Are you sure?"
Ye Zhenzhen turned her burning face away and begged him in a low voice: "Please, we can't do this."
Wen Baijing pulled out a red certificate from his jacket pocket, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it okay now?"
Without giving her a chance to react, he bit open the button at her collarbone.
He nibbled at her shoulder seriously.
Ye Zhenzhen burst into laughter, lowered her head and asked softly, "When did this happen?"
Wen Baijing had no intention of answering.
Ye Zhen Zhen shook his head with both hands and asked persistently: "Speak!"
Wen Baijing pried her hands apart and threw her on the sofa. He raised his hand to loosen his tie, took off the cufflinks on both sides and placed them on the coffee table, and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.
He leaned down, grabbed her hands, and slowly wrapped the tie around her wrists.
Wen Baijing said meaningfully: "What do you mean by dressing like this today?"
Wen Baijing was about to pounce on him.
In a hurry, Ye Zhenzhen raised her leg to kick him, but she used a little too much force. Wen Baijing frowned and grabbed her leg.
Ye Zhenzhen thought quickly and looked up at him: "Let me verify its authenticity first."
"When have I ever lied to you?"
There was a burning flame in Wen Baijing's eyes. He pressed her hands above her head, pinched her chin with one hand, and bent his head to kiss her lips. Ye Zhenzhen had no strength in her hands and could only raise her feet to kick, but she couldn't kick at all.
When they were kissing passionately, Ye Zhenzhen turned away and asked softly, "Tell me when it happened."
Wen Baijing clamped her jaw and breathed rapidly: "Can you be serious?"
"I want to know..."
"Believe it or not, I will make you speechless tomorrow..."
"Tell me, okay?"
"Ye Zhenzhen, I love you..."
"I... am not asking that..."
"Zhenzhen, I love you..."