After Shen Juanyi left, Zhao Yu sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time.
The place where his forehead was gently pressed seemed to still be warm. She raised her hand to touch it, feeling a little sweet in her heart, and a little sour when she thought of what he said.
It turns out that the taste of love is sweet and sour.
The afternoon sun made people drowsy, and Zhao Yu felt as if he was wrapped in a ball of sweet light, nestled on the sofa and couldn't bear to open his eyes.
When I fell asleep in a daze until evening, someone knocked on the door outside.
She yawned and went to open the door, and when she saw Shen Juanyi outside the door holding a big bag and holding a bouquet of flowers, she dozed off for a while. The two stared at each other for a long time, Zhao Yu asked awkwardly, "Why are you here again?"
Isn't today's confession over? Shouldn't we give each other enough time to think and reminisce to avoid meeting each other!
Shen Juanyi grinned, and handed her the bouquet of bright poppies in his arms, "Good evening! Shall we have dinner together?"
Zhao Yu smelled the faint honey smell of poppies, and the petals were still stained with water droplets, sliding across the crystal clear traces.
He gave her flowers for the first time.
Zhao Yu pursed his lower lip, reached out to take the bouquet, looked at the big bag in his hand, coughed dryly and asked, "What did you buy?"
Shen Junyi smiled and said, "I saw that you were eating pasta in the paused picture on TV this afternoon, so I bought the ingredients for pasta." He entered the room and closed the door, his eyes sparkling, "I'll make it for you!"
Zhao Yucai remembered that the place where the drama he was chasing in the afternoon was suspended happened to be the hero and heroine eating in the restaurant.
But she didn't explain, she just said "um", and saw that he happily finished changing his shoes, and ran into the kitchen with the bag.
The afterglow of the evening enveloped the whole room, Zhao Yu watched TV absently for a while, then quietly went to the kitchen door to look inside. Inside, he was wearing the apron that Zhao Kangning wore every time he came here, humming the melody of the song he wrote for her, and happily dicing vegetables while swiping his mobile phone to read the strategy. Very happy.
Zhao Yu looked at it for a while, then walked in with his sleeves rolled up, "Let me wash the vegetables."
Shen Juan turned around to see her, and pushed the person out with his elbow, "No need, I'll do it!" He pushed the person to the door, raised his elbow and gently rubbed her head, and said with a smile, "Hey, wait for me outside .”
Zhao Yu's ears felt a little hot, so he ran away.
I was worried that the pasta, which needs to be read through the guide, would become a dark dish, but I didn't expect the smell to come out of the kitchen after a while. People who have no talent in the game can cook decently.
He brought the food to the table, clapped his hands and called her "It's time to eat!"
Zhao Yu pressed the pause button on the TV, and walked over slowly on his slippers. The pasta on the table is brightly colored, and there is a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice next to the plate.
He pulled out the chair for her, "I've tried it, it's not bad."
The first time he received his flowers, the first time he ate the meal he made, it seemed that he really started chasing her seriously. Zhao Yu sat down at the dining table, feeling his heart beating a little faster.
Shen Juanyi lay on the opposite side and looked at her with burning eyes, and waited for her to take a bite before asking expectantly, "Is it delicious?"
Zhao Yu nodded.
He smiled contentedly, "Then if you want to eat pasta, I'll make it for you."
After eating, he went to wash the dishes again, and he didn't even let her touch the tablecloth. After cleaning everything up, he waved to her with the kitchen garbage, "Then I'm leaving."
When Zhao Yu was eating just now, he was still thinking about what to say when they were alone at night, but he didn't expect him to leave so simply, so he was a little taken aback.
Shen Juanyi had already changed her shoes, as if he came here just to cook her a meal, and when he opened the door, he turned his head and told him, "Remember to lock the door before going to bed."
Zhao Yu nodded.
He smiled and said, "Goodbye."
Zhao Yu also waved at him.
The door was locked, and the room became quiet again, only the smell of pasta was still there. She thought about it, walked to the balcony and looked towards the exit of the community. After waiting for a while, she saw his red sports car slowly driving out.
When he drove out of the gate of the community, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his lights flashed twice, as if he was greeting her. Zhao Yu shrank back.
The stars are very bright tonight.
After a good night's dream, Zhao Yu woke up very early the next day. She opened her eyes before the alarm clock rang. She was going to shoot a magazine today, she picked up her phone and looked at it, and found that Shen Juanyi woke up earlier than her, and had sent a WeChat message half an hour ago.
——Shen Junyi Today is Altman Tiga's birthday, just copy and forward this message to the three groups, and 500 yuan will be added to your wallet. I tried it, it's fake, and sometimes I get scolded.
Zhao Yugang's sober brain was confused by this wechat.
She replied with three question marks.
——Is Shen Junyi awake? Good morning!
——Zhao Yu, what did you post
——Shen Juan bared his teeth, what a joke! Scientific research shows that waking up with a smile in the morning can help keep you in a good mood throughout the day! I'll send you jokes every morning from now on, okay
—— Zhao Yu is not good! Not funny!
——Shen Juanyi Isn't this funny today? I think it's funny! That probably means you can’t reach this meme, it’s okay, I’ll send you one that you can reach tomorrow!
——Zhao Yu? ? ? Don't send it, do you hear me!
However, when he woke up the next morning, Zhao Yu still received a joke that he thought she could understand.
——Shen Junyi One day, a patient from Sichuan went to the hospital. The doctor asked him, are you allergic to medicine? The patient said that I only sip, I over ten
——Zhao Yu? ? ? ? ?
——Shen Juanyi's star-eyed eyes, can this be achieved? It's a joke in your Sichuan dialect! Although I didn't understand what it meant, I still thought it was funny!
——Zhao Yu Kitchen Knife, if you make a joke again, you will be blocked
——Shen Juanyi [the other party withdrew a message]
——Zhao Yu[You receive a WeChat red envelope]
——Zhao Yu despises, so why
——Shen Juanyi star-eyed, stop making jokes in the future, how about sending out red envelopes? Scientific research shows that waking up early every day with a small red packet can help you have good luck throughout the day!
——Zhao Yu... Where did you see these fallacies
She huddled under the blanket and poked open the red envelope while complaining, and the number 9999 popped up on the screen.
After that, it became her daily routine to get up every morning to receive the 9999 red envelope.
It's not long before Ching Ming Festival.
Every year at this time, Shen Junyi would go back to his hometown to visit the grave, and if Zhao Yu couldn't go in previous years, he would ask someone to bring a bouquet of flowers to Grandma Shen's grave. I just had time this year, and thinking that I hadn't gone to worship for two years, when Shen Juan asked her, she agreed.
When she went to pay homage to Grandma Shen before, she was careful to hide her whereabouts, for fear of being photographed by the media and it would be another inexplicable scandal. Going with Shen Juanyi this year, on the contrary, those worries are lessened.
However, the two flew from two cities separately and only met when they arrived in Hangzhou, and they did not meet the media following the filming.
It rained again in Qingming this year.
The cemetery, which has been deserted all year round, is only more popular today. The stone steps up the mountain are covered with white paper flying down from the light rain, and crying can be heard from time to time.
Zhao Yu secretly looked at Shen Junyi, and found that there was no sadness on his face.
Or maybe it was hidden so that no one would find it.
He walked ahead with two bouquets of white chrysanthemums in his arms, looking back at her from time to time, "Watch the way, don't fall down."
Zhao Yu said, "I'm not a child."
He handed over the hem of his clothes worriedly, "The road is slippery, hold on."
People going up and down the mountain came and went, the light rain mixed with the fragrance of white chrysanthemums in the air, Zhao Yu pursed his lips, but held onto the corner of his clothes as he said.
The flowers in front of Grandma Shen's tomb have withered a little. Shen Juan changed into a new one, and said with a smile, "Grandma, I brought Xiao Yu to see you."
The old man on the stele smiled kindly.
Zhao Yu walked over and bowed with red eyes.
Shen Juanyi started to clean up the dead branches and leaves in front of the tomb, and wiped clean the photo of grandma on the stone tablet with his sleeve. Looking back at Zhao Yu who was squatting on the ground picking up the rotten papers, he said in a low voice against the tombstone, "Grandma, don't you like Xiao Yu very much? I'm trying to make her your granddaughter-in-law now. You Remember to bless me."
Zhao Yu saw him squatting there muttering after picking up the trash, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you talking about?"
Shen Juan pulled his sleeves and wiped the tombstone pretendingly, "I'm chatting with grandma, let her bless our movie to win the big prize."
Zhao Yu angrily taught him, "This kind of thing is so competitive that it's very difficult to bless you, okay? Don't make trouble for grandma!"
Shen Junyi smiled and touched the photo on the stele, "Xiao Yu is right! Grandma, I was wrong, you don't have to bless our movie to win the big prize!" He added silently in his heart, "Grandma, you just need to bless me to catch up with Xiao Yu." what."
After worshiping Grandma Shen, I went to worship Father Shen.
It was the first time for Zhao Yu to pay homage to Shen Juanyi's father, although it felt a bit strange, but he came here, so he naturally bowed to the elder respectfully. It was the first time she saw a photo of Shen's father. The father and son looked alike, with clean and innocent eyes when they smiled.
The rain in the Qingming Festival was heavy for a while, and Shen Juanyi took a paper to wipe the rain off her face and head, "Go back."
Zhao Yu nodded, and the two turned to go down the mountain.
When walking down the path next to Grandma Shen's tombstone, a pair of mother and son holding umbrellas also came down. The cemetery was quiet, but the little boy in his teens was crying and fussing. The woman holding the umbrella coaxed her in a low voice and hurried down.
Zhao Yu pulled Shen Junyi's arm, intending to make way for the hurrying mother and son.
But she saw Shen Juan paused in place, staring blankly at the mother and child under the umbrella.
Walking in front of her, the woman also raised her eyes to look, she glanced at it casually, but when she saw Shen Juanyi, her expression froze. After a few seconds, he greeted again with some embarrassment, "Junyi."
Shen Juan pursed his lower lip, turned his eyes and smiled, "Mom."