Liu Yanbo left overnight and took the early morning flight back to Haishi.
After all, he had been out for several days, and it would be shameful if he didn't go back.
During the few days when Liu Yanbo was in Nanyang, he bought a temporary mobile phone and a calling card. The mobile phone he often used in Haishi was always turned off, so he never reported Yin Hanruo’s safety. This was his habitual caution, but it was also his current dereliction of duty.
obviously-
As a citizen who cooperates with the police in pursuing the criminal, he is conscientious;
But as a husband with a family and a house, he has already neglected his duty.
This can be seen from the dozens of incoming call reminder text messages when the mobile phone is turned on.
How worried is Yin Hanruo
Liu Yanbo didn't know, he only knew that when he walked into the Purple Bamboo Garden at four o'clock in the morning, when the whole neighborhood was completely silent, when the lights were dimmed...
On this cold winter night, the room on the second floor of Villa No. 13 was still lit.
The light is very soft, warming people's hearts like the rising sun.
Liu Yanbo watched, his eyes filled with indescribably complicated emotions, and his body eroded by the cold wind became hot, he could even hear his own heartbeat, it was very violent, it sounded like So unbearable, so impatient.
Maybe this lamp was not specially reserved for waiting for him, maybe it was just because she was too busy with work...
There will be many possibilities, but so what
For Liu Yanbo, this is enough, enough to make him nostalgic.
Those who have never wandered across the world will never be able to empathize with his feelings at this moment—
It's nice to have a home!
Finally, Liu Yanbo withdrew his gaze from looking up, impatiently opened the door with the key, pushed the door lightly and walked in. At this moment, the atmosphere that belonged exclusively to home came over his face, making him feel at ease.
slap~
The sound of closing the door was very soft, but in this room as calm as a lake, it was like throwing a small stone, which still caused ripples and spread far away...
clatter clatter clatter~
There were footsteps on the second floor. To be precise, someone was running in slippers, and they were running very fast.
Yin Hanruo, who was wearing pajamas, appeared at the stairs, and she pressed the switch, which illuminated herself and Liu Yanbo who was about to go upstairs.
They stayed where they were, looking at each other.
At this moment, it may be a long time, as if a glance is ten thousand years. Or maybe very short, as if only in the blink of an eye.
After this moment, Liu Yanbo smiled a little at a loss, and said in a low voice with some anxiety in his heart: "I'm back."
Under the light, the initial anxiety on Yin Hanruo's face had disappeared and became very soft. She waved her hand and said softly, "Come up."
Liu Yanbo was a little surprised, he thought she would be angry and question her a lot.
Not only did Yin Hanruo not get angry or question anything, she even took the initiative to take Liu Yanbo's handbag after he went upstairs, and then the two walked back side by side. If anyone else saw it, they would definitely I think this picture is very warm.
"This way." Liu Yanbo wanted to enter his room, but was stopped by Yin Hanruo and let him enter her room.
Liu Yanbo was very obedient and obediently followed in.
In this villa, this is the room that Liu Yanbo enters the least, and every time he enters, he feels different. This time he entered, it was the one that made him feel the warmest and most comfortable, but also the most restrained. once.
Yin Hanruo at this moment is very different from usual, what he has done completely satisfies Liu Yanbo's longing and fantasies about his family.
he longed for—
Be a hardworking farmer, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, go out to work early in the morning every day, and come back full of mud and fatigue in the evening.
There is a virtuous wife who has already cooked several dishes for him with her delicate and gentle hands, warmed up a pot of wine, and then ate with him, and even had a drink or two with him.
What a sweet and happy life that would be...
Now, although he, Liu Yanbo, is not a hardworking farmer, nor does he come back at sunset, but this is not important, what is important is that his wife is as virtuous as he imagined.
There was no wine and no food, but Yin Hanruo served a bowl of hot soup, a bowl of lotus seed pig heart soup that could calm the nerves and help sleep.
Liu Yanbo took a sip, smiled at An Ran, and asked, "Did you cook it?"
"Well, Mama Huang taught me how to cook." Yin Hanruo nodded.
During the few days when Liu Yanbo went to Nanyang, Yin Hanruo asked Huang Ma to teach her how to make soup the day after he left.
No matter how busy the company is these days, how late and tired he is when he comes back, as long as Liu Yanbo hasn't come back, Yin Hanruo will insist on making a pot of soup with his own hands every night, day in and day out.
Now, he is back and drinking the soup she made.
Liu Yanbo is not a person who eats very politely, but he drank this bowl of soup slowly spoon by spoon, cherishing it very much, not wasting even a drop.
Yin Hanruo kept watching Liu Yanbo finish his drink, not as impatient as when he first cooked for him, but he still asked, "Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious." This time, Liu Yanbo said it from the bottom of his heart, without any adulteration or perfunctory—
There are thousands of delicacies in the world, but how can it be worth the taste of home
Yin Hanruo was very happy, but not overjoyed, and said with a soft smile, "Then I'll make it for you often in the future."
"Okay." Liu Yanbo readily accepted, but at the same time, he felt a little uncomfortable—
He could feel that she was determined to be a good wife, but he felt as if she was not yet a good husband.
Liu Yanbo thought of the dozens of incoming call reminder text messages in his mobile phone again, and couldn't help but feel ashamed: "Han Ruo, because the assistance task they gave me by the police this time is quite special, so I can't use my mobile phone, and I can't talk to you. Contact someone who has nothing to do with this mission... "
He didn't explain any more, but skipped over and said, "I'm sorry, I've worried you for the past few days."
—Sometimes, an explanation is an opportunity to pass the buck—
Liu Yanbo remembered that he heard someone say this sentence.
"You called me before you turned off the phone." Yin Hanruo said: "But I still called you a lot later, I knew I would not get through, but I still couldn't help it."
I can't help but worry about you and miss you;
I can't help but miss you, want to see you, want you to spend more time with me.
Yin Hanruo is not sure if he is in love with Liu Yanbo now, but since he completely cut off contact with him for a few days this time, since he finished talking to Huang Ma—
She was convinced that she had fully accepted this husband in her heart, and accepted him no longer affected by any external factors.
So, Yin Hanruo said again: "Liu Yanbo, no matter what you want to do in the future, as long as you remember to come back." (To be continued)