He smiled stiffly: "I just want to take the key from the table."
Xia Yansen took out the key from his pocket and shook it: "Brother Rong, look, we have found it. Let's go to the company now."
Rong Yan responded but did not leave immediately. He walked to Meng Yao and said, "I am very busy at work today and may come back late. Don't wait for me to eat or skip meals. Aunt Wang always cooks according to nutritional recipes. Don't be picky..."
He slowly recited each and every precaution, as if he were instructing a child in detail and comprehensively.
This was a compulsory course before Rong Wei went out. Meng Yao had long been accustomed to it, so she just nodded.
"Is there any gift you want? I'll bring it to you when I get back."
He reached out his hand and pinched a strawberry leaf from her hair. He raised his eyes and smiled: "Why are you so careless?"
Meng Yao looked at the handsome face up close and cursed herself in her heart. She felt that something was wrong with Rong Yao recently.
She turned her face slightly stiffly and smoothed her hair on her forehead: "I just accidentally rubbed it against you."
Rong Yan's eyes lingered on the ring on her hand for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is there anything you want?"
"I... want to eat hot pot."
"no."
"Didn't you say you could buy me a present?"
Rong Yan slowly shook his head: "You ate a lot of hot pot before, so give up for a while."
“Quit…” Meng Yao moved her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing.
Seeing her hanging her head in frustration, Rong Yun felt both distressed and amused: "Jewelry, clothes, nothing you want?"
Meng Yao shook her head calmly: "I'm not interested in those."
He thought for a moment and hugged Meng Yao gently: "Wait for me to come back."
Xia Yansen turned his head stiffly, unable to bear to watch this sweet yet sour scene.
*
Today is a special day, the anniversary of Meng Yujiao’s death.
Meng Yao rushed over after receiving Jiang Hongmin's call. According to the original owner's memory, she had to come here to worship every year. Jiang Hongmin and Meng Yupu both seemed very persistent in this regard.
Meng Yao and her group got in the car and drove to their destination. As for Meng Qingqing's matter, everyone remained silent tacitly.
Jiang Hongmin took a good look at Meng Yao and said, "You've lost a lot of weight recently. Did you not get enough rest?"
"No, I've been fine recently, don't worry, mom."
White chrysanthemums express remembrance and deep longing for the deceased.
Meng Yao placed the flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone and bowed respectfully. Her eyes accidentally touched the photo on the tombstone and she was slightly stunned.
The person in the photo was about twenty years old. She was smiling brightly, with sweet dimples on her cheeks, and her black hair hung quietly on her shoulders.
Meng Yao narrowed her eyes slightly, and if she looked carefully, she would find that the facial features of the woman in the photo were somewhat similar to Meng Qingqing's, but their temperaments were completely different.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Meng Yao withdrew her gaze and took a few steps back.
Jiang Hongmin's eyes were full of emotion and complexity, and after a while she slowly sighed. The only thing that comforted her was that Meng Yao's attitude towards Meng Yujiao was no longer simply impatient and disgusted.
She blinked twice, and tears slowly fell.
Meng Yupu patted her back soothingly.
“I… I…” Jiang Hongmin didn’t say anything in the end.
Meng Yupu's eyes fell on the tombstone in front of him, his eyes were bitter: "It turns out that so many years have passed..."
The atmosphere on the way back became noticeably dull, and Meng Yupu and Jiang Hongmin were clearly in low spirits.
Meng Yao also sat quietly, but she didn't know why, she felt the car turned in several directions and stopped once in a big shopping mall, as if it was trying to hide its whereabouts.
Meng Yao hurriedly handed over a tissue: "Mom..."
Jiang Hongmin seemed to cry even harder.
Meng Yupu, who was sitting in the front, turned around and sighed: "Hongmin, don't scare the child."
Jiang Hongmin tightly grasped Meng Yao's hand and uttered incoherently: "I... I just felt a little emotional when I saw the scene..."
She then emphasized: "Yaoyao, don't forget what I told you, don't tell anyone about your aunt."
"Why?" There was a hint of doubt in Meng Yao's eyes.
"Your aunt has been busy for half her life. Now it's time for her to have a good rest. Don't let anyone disturb her peace."
Noticing Jiang Hongmin's persistent look, Meng Yao nodded.
*
Meng Yao didn't get the hotpot she had been craving for, but she did get Jin Yuzhai's pastries.
Meng Yao walked forward quickly and said in surprise: "Hubby, you are so kind to me. I didn't expect you to bring me food."
"You've been eating a lot of hotpot recently. Let's change the taste this time."
"good."
If there is no hot pot, pastries are also good.
After dinner, Meng Yao told Rong Ying that she was going to join the group.
The other party was silent for a moment: "What kind of movie are you going to shoot this time?"
“Warm and healing.”
"Are you the heroine?"
Meng Yao nodded.
"Is there a male protagonist?"
She was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Of course..." Glancing at the other party's not-so-good expression, she stopped smiling and said, "Yes."
Rong Yan's face was originally cold, and when he frowned, the coldness could not be concealed at all. Even at a close distance, Meng Yao still felt a little bit of coldness. It was not the coldness felt by the skin, but a certain feeling.
He smiled slowly, but there was no warmth in his smile: "Oh... who is it?"
"He's an actor with great acting skills..." After thinking for a moment, Meng Yao decided to explain: "In fact, the selling point of this drama is family and friendship, and the element of love is almost non-existent."
"I put it this way..." She smiled: "Do you understand?"
Rongyun glanced at her indifferently, and his tense jawline gradually relaxed.
“This movie is pretty good.”
Meng Yao was almost amused by Rong Wei: "You really change your attitude faster than turning the pages of a book."
Rong Wei raised his eyebrows slightly but did not give any explanation.
*
On the third day of filming "Spring Island", everything was going well and Meng Yao had already gotten used to the life here.
Rong Yan changed his usual style of speaking briefly and sent her many messages every day, asking about her well-being and sharing some interesting things in life. Meng Yao was surprised at first, but later she got used to it and would tell him about her own things.
After finishing a shoot, Meng Yao put on a sun hat and walked towards the cooler.
When Meng Yao saw the familiar figure in front of her, she was stunned for a moment.
(End of this chapter)