In two years, Lu Jincheng has not appeared in front of the public media again. In the words of the media, Lu Jincheng has evaporated. Only the movies he has acted in can prove that he has been in this world.
In the past two years, Lu Jincheng has not deliberately tried to restore his eyes to their previous luster.
He knew that Xin Ai was dead, so the spirit in his eyes also died.
Originally, Lu Jincheng thought that the rest of his life would probably pass by in such a long and numb way, but he did not expect that he would suddenly receive a call from Xin Ai two years later.
After two years, when Lu Jincheng heard Xin Ai's voice again, he recognized it immediately and almost didn't think about it.
When Xin Ai told what happened that year and asked Lu Jincheng to help, he agreed without hesitation.
It was after that phone call that when Lu Jincheng looked in the mirror, he found that his eyes slowly came to life again.
He can act again.
It was a career he loved, and he actually never thought about giving up.
But when the person he likes is gone, he has no way or ability to devote himself to acting again.
Now that Xin Ai is back, the stagnant water in Lu Jincheng's heart has finally been resurrected.
It was probably after experiencing life and death that Lu Jincheng realized what was important.
He didn't ask for any outcome with Xin Ai in the future. Sometimes, compared to life and death, things like love are too obvious.
Very insignificant.
I just hope that she can live well like this, where he can see her.
After gathering his mood, Lu Jincheng changed his clothes, got up and went out.
…
As soon as Xin Ai hung up the phone on Lu Jincheng, she heard someone knocking on the door.
She said: "Please come in."
The door opened and Jian Zechuan walked in.
Xin Ai was stunned for a moment when she saw him. In the past two days, Jian Zechuan seemed to be very busy and rarely came back. He didn't even come back for dinner tonight. Xin Ai thought he didn't plan to come back tonight.
She asked: "Is something wrong?"
Now that he and Jian Zechuan were under the same roof, the resistance and rejection when they first met was gone. Now that she saw him, Xin Ai could talk to him calmly.
Moreover, now, Jian Zechuan is also much calmer.
Jian Zechuan didn't go too far inside. He asked Xin Ai: "I just came back and saw that the light in your room had not been turned off outside, so I knocked on the door. I didn't expect that you really didn't sleep. It's so late. Why? No rest?"
Xin Ai then remembered that it was already very late, it was already 11 o'clock.
"I... will sleep now."
Jian Zechuan smiled: "Can you sleep?"
"What's wrong?"
"If you can't sleep, why don't you go downstairs and have a midnight snack?"
"I… "
A few minutes later, Xin Ai was downstairs, holding a banana in his hand, peeling it open and eating it slowly, while Jian Zechuan was in the kitchen.
Yes, Xin Ai originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw Jian Zechuan's serious and tired eyes, Xin Ai could no longer refuse.
Jian Zechuan told Xin Ai to wait outside without going in. He would cook the midnight snack for her.
Xin Ai nodded and sat on a chair in the living room. After eating half a banana, Xin Ai couldn't sit still and got up and went to the kitchen.
Standing outside the kitchen door, he saw Jian Zechuan's busy figure.
It was really hard for her to imagine what Jian Zechuan would look like when cooking.
I always feel that the kitchen, a place where fireworks are important, is particularly incompatible with Jian Zechuan's identity.
However, after seeing it today, Xin Ai felt that in fact... it was not against the law.
His cooking movements are already considered very skillful. His movements are very smooth when washing, chopping and stir-frying. The apron looks particularly good on him.
In two years, there have been really big changes, even incredible changes that many people can't believe.
Xin Ai didn't know how many times the Jian Zechuan in front of him had repeated such actions in the kitchen before he could do it so skillfully.
She had been away from Mingdu for more than two years. What had Jian Zechuan experienced
Jian Zechuan opened the oil pan and took out two eggs. When the oil was hot, he cracked the eggs in and quickly fried two golden eggs.
Jian Zechuan covered the vegetables with eggs and used kitchen paper towels to wipe the edge of the bowl.
on the table, wipe up any spilled soup, then take the noodles out.
As a result, he turned around and saw Xin Ai standing at the door of the kitchen.
Probably the girl he liked saw him busy in the kitchen and felt embarrassed. Jian Zechuan felt his face was a little hot, "You... why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait outside?"
Xin Ai touched her nose and said, "I'm worried that you will set your kitchen on fire in the middle of the night. Come and take a look.'
Jian Zechuan snorted, ignored her, and walked out with his face in front of her.
Can he be the same now as before
Xin Ai turned around and followed her, and sat down at the dining table. Looking at the hot noodles in front of her, she raised her head and said to Jian Zechuan: "It seems... he looks pretty good."
"Of course, not only does it look good, it also tastes good. Try it and see." Jian Zechuan was a little arrogant.
Who knows what he went through to make a meal that was edible.
The moment Xin Ai picked up the chopsticks and raised the noodles, she didn't know if steam entered her eyes. Xin Ai felt a little sore in her eyes.
The person who made noodles for her was her parents when she was a child, her sister when she grew up, and now it is Jian Zechuan.
Jian Zechuan looked at Xin Ai expectantly, waiting for her to take her first bite.
Just as Xin Ai was about to put the noodles into his mouth, he suddenly heard a voice that he hated: "Life is good."
Ah, it’s such a late night, there’s actually noodles to eat. "
Jian Zechuan didn't even look back and said coldly: "Without you..."
Jian Mingyuan came over and sat down: "Don't be like this, brother, I have never tasted your craftsmanship."
He was still wearing a nightgown and his hair was a little messy. He looked completely different from the calm, calm and meticulous person he looked like during the day.
Jian Zechuan picked up his face and walked to Xin Ai to sit down: "Huh... It's not that you haven't tasted it before, and you won't be able to taste it in the future."
Jian Mingyuan supported his chin with one hand: "Zechuan... don't be so stingy, let me taste the noodles you made. You are making noodles for your sister-in-law in the middle of the night, and you don't let me taste it. It's a bit too much."
Xin Ai's hand holding the chopsticks really couldn't put the noodles into her mouth. Why did she always hear Jian Mingyuan's words so strangely.
It seemed... it seemed that she and Jian Zechuan were doing something shady.
Xin Ai put down his chopsticks: "Brother Jian, if you didn't eat mine, I wouldn't be hungry..."
Jian Mingyuan: "Okay."
Jian Zechuan: "No."
The two spoke almost at the same time, and Jian Zechuan held down Xin Ai's bowls and chopsticks, "You can't give it to him. This is what I made. How can I give it to him?"
Xin Ai felt very embarrassed: "But... I'm not hungry."
She was actually a little hungry, but in this situation, this noodle was really not delicious.
(End of this chapter)(End of this chapter)