Tang Ning was stunned for a moment and looked at Su Anyun who said that.
What do you mean you bought it for your girlfriend
The corners of Su Anyun's lips curled up, and there was a heart-warming tenderness between his eyebrows.
The boss couldn't help showing his envy when he heard it, "The handsome guy's girlfriend must be pretty, right?"
Su Anyun nodded.
"Oh, that's great." The boss sighed, and immediately started selling: "Why let that handsome guy choose a gift for your girlfriend? The handsome guy can choose another one. Only when you choose it yourself can your girlfriend feel loved."
Tangning panicked when she heard this. Although this store didn't look special at first glance, after careful searching, she was able to find a few relatively sexy clothes, such as those with hollowed-out collarbones and exposed shoulders!
Su Anyun picked up the black dress that Tangning had chosen from the shopping bag. He lowered his head to look at it and smiled, "Use it. He has good taste."
The voice was gentle, but it was full of doubt. Seeing this, the boss stopped trying to sell the skirt and mysteriously took out a pair of black stockings. "Then buy a matching pair of stockings? Handsome guy, I'm bragging. The stockings in my store are of very good quality."
Tangning: “?”
Tangning stared at the black silk with eyes wide open. She then looked at Su Anyun in horror. She noticed that Su Anyun was very interested and asked, "How good is it?"
It is difficult to directly feel the good quality of the stockings in the packaging. The boss walked to a mannequin and lifted the model's skirt. The mannequin was wearing black stockings. "Handsome man, touch it. Does it feel very good?"
Su Anyun stretched out his hand. His fingers were long and straight with distinct joints. His fingertips fell on the black area, making the black and white distinct.
Tang Ning noticed that Su Anyun's expression was still calm at this moment, even nonchalant. However, when Su Anyun, who had lowered his eyes, suddenly raised his eyelashes and looked at Tang Ning, his dark eyes seemed to reveal some kind of desire.
A tingling sensation spread from his spine, and Tang Ning involuntarily closed his legs.
He has nice legs, and if he were wearing a skirt, this standing posture would look even better.
Su Anyun's fingers slid down to his knees. He pointed at the stockings on the mannequin's legs and said, "This one."
The boss happily agreed.
After buying the skirt and stockings, they left the store as the boss said "Welcome back again". Tangning secretly glanced at the stockings in the bag, and the image of that slender hand caressing her coldly flashed through her mind.
"Do you want to buy another black wig?" Su Anyun looked at Tangning.
Tangning avoided his gaze in panic, "Yeah."
The mall knew where else wigs were sold, so they simply went back to the Lolita shop where they started.
The clerk was very surprised to see the two people coming back, and immediately came up to ask enthusiastically: "Excuse me, would you like to try out other beautiful skirts in our store? Are you interested in shooting a promotional video?"
Tangning was in awe of the clerk's professionalism, "Yes, I want to ask if you have any wigs for everyday use?"
The clerk felt a little disappointed when she heard the first half of the story. But when she learned that Tangning wanted to try on a wig, her eyes lit up, "Yes, yes!"
When the clerk went to get the wig, another clerk came up with tea and snacks. There was pure milk, yogurt, coffee, soda, juice, and a variety of snacks. Tang Ning saw that the plate was about to be filled with food, so he hurried over to help the clerk carry the plate.
The waiter's eyes were panicking, and the drinks on the plate were shaking, which made Tang Ning panic as well, fearing that the drinks would spill all over the floor.
Su Anyun stepped forward to help steady the plates. They grabbed some drinks and the waiter walked away with the plates. Tangning vaguely heard some of the waiters gathered together to chat, saying things like "really pretty", "I dare to watch", "Wow wow wow"
Su Anyun put the straw to Tang Ning's mouth and Tang Ning took a sip of the juice. Then, when the clerk came over with the wigs, Tang Ning took one at random. This time, with the help of the clerk, he put on a hairnet and a wig.
The wig was a black princess cut, with bangs covering the eyebrows and the sideburns on both sides at the level of the lip beads. The straight black hair as black as ebony made Tang Ning's skin look as white as the first snow. His facial features were too delicate, and this wig that covered a large area of his face and left white highlighted the advantages of his facial features, which were delicate to the point of being aggressive.
He raised his eyes, his long and curled eyelashes were lifted, and the light dark blue color of his eyes made them look a little lazy and decadent.
The clerk holding the mirror stared blankly at the "girl" in front of her. Because she was too used to wigs, Tang Ning's expression was stiff and her lips were tightly pursed, making her look unusually cold and distant.
Su Anyun placed his hand on Tangning's shoulder. He bent down and looked into the mirror with Tangning.
pretty.
Su Anyun didn't say anything, but his eyes conveyed this sentence.
Tangning looked at herself in the mirror with long hair and was stunned for a moment.
He thought of his mother's old photos.
"This one suits you very well too!" the clerk praised and corrected, "You look good in this wig!"
Another clerk picked up his phone and asked, "Can I take a picture?"
Tangning immediately turned her head away and took off her wig, "Sure enough, take a picture."
He looked down at the black wig. His mother didn't have a princess cut back then. Her hair had bangs and was waist-length. "I want this one."
The clerk picked up a few other wigs. "Are you almost done with this? Want to try these out?"
"Yes." Tangning rejected the overly enthusiastic clerk and walked out of the store with Su Anyun.
The beauty store was nearby, so Su Anyun went in and bought two lipsticks, one bright red and the other nude. He also bought a large backpack, and Su Anyun put the clothes and wigs he bought into the backpack, and only carried the bag of lipsticks.
Tangning was holding the large package as he sat on the bicycle. As Su Anyun rode, Tangning couldn't help but ask, "Brother, why did you suddenly appear in the mall?"
And the timing of her coming out was such a coincidence, as she happened to run into him when he was changing into a skirt.
"I'm going to the mall to buy a lipstick for my aunt." Su Anyun replied very naturally.
Buy lipstick for mom
Tangning blinked blankly. He only wanted to buy food for his mother. Because his mother always paid too much attention to dressing up, she rarely bought cosmetics, clothes and jewelry. The only piece of jewelry she had was... a gold bracelet given to her by her husband.
Would mom want lipstick
Tangning was so sure that he had never seen his mother dressed up properly before.
"Yes, brother." Tangning rested his face against Su Anyun's back and asked softly, "Did I buy women's clothing?"
Su Anyun hummed.
"I will be wearing a skirt and going to her house with my friends. Do you have any suggestions for me?" Tang Ning believed that Su Anyun had helped him several times before, so he would definitely refuse this time.
"Dressing suggestions?" Su Anyun said gently, "Then I have to see Xiao Ning change into clothes before I can give you more appropriate suggestions."
Tang Ning knew Su Anyun would say this. He even suspected that Su Anyun had anticipated that he would ask this question and that was why he bought so many of them.
Relying on the fact that Su Anyun was carrying him on his back, he blatantly wrinkled his face like a bullied bun.
I don't know what he was thinking about, this bun's face turned red little by little.
Su Anyun rode his bicycle through the streets and alleys, drove into the residential area, and parked at the building. Tang Ning had adjusted his expression by this time. Su Anyun took the backpack from him, and the two walked up the long and narrow staircase together.
It was now dinner time. The smell of cooking fumes and the aroma of food drifted out from the cracks in the doors and gathered in the hallway. Tangning took a deep breath.
It's mom who cooks.
My brother said that the food cooked by my mother is edible.
Tang Ning's heartbeat quickened and his steps became more and more impatient. He walked upstairs quickly. No matter how fast he walked, Su Anyun followed him tacitly. Tang Ning took a few steps and looked at Su Anyun, who met his dark eyes.
Su Anyun kept looking at him calmly, taking in his anxious look.
Tang Ning paused for a moment, thinking of what Su Anyun had said, "If I always eat the food cooked by my aunt, I will be reluctant to leave this home." Tang Ning and Su Anyun walked slowly together.
The fourth floor was far away, and the closer Tang Ning got, the stronger the aroma of food became. When he reached the door, Tang Ning could already guess what his mother was cooking today by smelling the aroma.
His rumbling stomach urged Tang Ning to open the door quickly. Tang Ning inserted the key into the door lock and slowly pushed the door open. There was no light in the living room. Through the frosted glass, there was a blurry figure busy in the kitchen. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, casting the shadow of the wind chime on the ground.
The kitchen sliding door was pushed open by the elbow. Mom was holding a plate of food in both hands. There was smoke curling behind her and the smell of fireworks surrounded her body. Tang Ning was stunned for a moment.
"Ningning, go wash your hands. It's time to eat." The woman put down the dish, sat at the table, and skillfully peeled shrimp for Tang Ning.
Tang Ning looked at his home, which was a perfect replica of his memories, and his mother.
"Go and serve the rice!" the woman said, raising her head.
Tang Ning felt the white smoke spread to his nose. It was like a fairyland filled with smoke. Tang Ning walked towards the kitchen filled with the smell of oil smoke. He felt his steps were more solid, as if he was walking on clouds, on glass hundreds of meters above the ground.
Can he really eat his mother's cooking
Tang Ning turned on the rice cooker, the heat rising to his face. The wooden spoon sank into the pure white rice, leaving a large gap.
Eat once in a while
I am greedy. I don't want to eat too much every time I eat. I just want to eat it once.
"Let me do it." Su Anyun took the meal from Tang Ning's hand.
Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, then turned to pick up the chopsticks. He and Su Anyun carried the bowls and chopsticks out together. The mother at the table had already peeled most of the shrimps. Tang Ning said, "Hurry up. Why are you taking so long to serve the meal?"
Tang Ning sat down and pushed a bowl of rice in front of his mother. His mother placed the peeled shrimps neatly on the rice and pushed the bowl of rice to Tang Ning.
The aroma of the braised prawns rushed from his nose to the top of his head. The smell was like a key that could unlock dusty memories.
There are several shrimps on a plate, and he always eats one while his mother eats two or three.
Tang Ning liked the braised prawns he ate when he was a child. However, his family was poor at that time, and his mother could only cook six or seven prawns for this dish. His mother would eat one and give the rest to Tang Ning.
She would peel the shrimp shells cleanly, even giving up the little bit of meat in the shrimp tails. Mom would let Tang Ning eat the peeled shrimps, and she would go to taste the juice and paste in the shrimp heads alone. When young Tang Ning saw this, he also wanted to taste it, but his mother scolded him, saying how dirty the shrimp heads were.
Tang Ning worked as a model in his spare time when he was in college and sent money home every month. He asked his mother if she used the money to buy herself something delicious. His mother told him that she was recently diagnosed with gastric erosion and the money he sent was just enough to cover the medical expenses.
He asked his mother what caused her illness. His mother said that she had left the food for a long time and didn't want to throw it away. She got stomach problems but didn't go to see a doctor in time.
"Eat quickly, the food is getting cold," Mom urged.
Tangning picked up his chopsticks and gave one shrimp to his mother. He then put two, three, and five more shrimps into his mother's bowl. As he picked up the food, his eyes followed the shrimps on his chopsticks. He didn't look at the woman in front of him. He took five shrimps out and looked down at the other five shrimps in his bowl. "We'll each have half."
After saying that, and waiting for his mother's reaction, Tang Ning raised the bowl with one hand and stuffed the shrimp into his mouth with the other hand. He remembered that when he was a child, he asked his mother, "Mom, why are you only eating one shrimp?" His mother said, "Mom, I like to peel shrimps and eat shrimps."
His heart was blocked and felt sour, as if something was blocking his throat. Tang Ning stuffed shrimp and white rice into his mouth. His mouth and nose were blocked and tasted sour. His breathing was not smooth.
"Child, what do you want to do with all these shrimps?" The mother said happily, "I love shrimps."
Tang Ning picked up the bowl, his face close to it, and used his chopsticks to put rice into his mouth. A gust of wind blew outside the window, making the leaves sway, and it seemed to blow Tang Ning's eyes red.
"You should eat more than just rice." Mom picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in Tang Ning's bowl. She said, "Are the sweet and sour pork ribs cooked successfully today? Look at the sauce, and there are a lot of fish roe in the belly of the crucian carp this time."
The tender piece of fish meat on the belly was picked up by his mother and put into Tang Ning's bowl, along with the juicy fish roe. Tang Ning stopped eating and his cheeks were bulging with food, like a little hamster desperately trying to store up food. Even though he hadn't finished chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth, his chopsticks were still trying to feed the food to his mouth.
He originally wanted to taste it carefully, but his tongue could not taste anything. Tang Ning lowered his eyes and a tear fell into the rice, which he ate in big mouthfuls.
His throat seemed to be choked, and Tang Ning used all his strength to maintain his expression calm. Can the dead be resurrected? Can water flow backwards? The tears seemed to flow back, leaving Tang Ning's mouth with the salty smell of tears.
"Is it delicious?" asked my mother.
Tangning nodded, his mouth filled with rice, and spoke in a slurred voice, "Delicious, delicious!"
His mother happily picked up another piece of meat with his chopsticks. Tang Ning's hands holding the bowl did not have much strength, so he buried his face in the bowl. A tear rolled down from his red eyes and dripped onto the delicious food. Tang Ning swallowed the tears mixed with the food.
"Are you starving outside today? It looks like you haven't eaten your mother's cooking for eight hundred years." The woman smiled.
He really hadn't eaten his mother's cooking for a long time.
Tang Ning clenched his chopsticks tightly as he chewed the tender and hot fish meat. He still remembered one time when he was eating his mother's leftovers and a bone from a braised crucian carp got stuck in his throat. He curled up in a chair and tried to pick it out with his hands until he felt like retching.
His stomach began to churn and another tear fell into the rice. Tang Ning dared to raise his head. He just used chopsticks to pick up the rice. The bowl of white rice was almost finished. The chopsticks touched the bottom of the bowl, making a crisp sound. Tang Ning put down the bowl and chopsticks and walked towards the room with his head down.
Tears flowed silently down his face. Tang Ning tried hard to swallow the food in his mouth, but the rice grains seemed to turn into small stones and scratched his throat. The dull pain poured into his limbs like lead.
He finally tasted the food his mother cooked.
But his mother has been dead for two years. The person who once loved him the most in the world, the person who left him forever.
Tang Ning opened the door and fell onto the bed as if his spine had been taken away, staring at the ceiling with tearful eyes.
Why is he so weak and powerless
I clearly know that the mother in this copy is fake, fabricated by the system, but the monster in the mother's skin still keeps paralyzing myself, getting close to her, and eating the problematic food...
Why is this happening
Why in this world can there be a child who wants to be raised by his parents, why can people be resurrected after death, why can time go back, why, when eating shrimps again and again, he never peeled shrimps for his mother himself, never insisted on sharing all the shrimps with his mother, never took his mother to the hospital for a physical examination in time, and didn't find various part-time jobs in high school to reduce his mother's burden
Why
Tangning closed her eyes, and he seemed to have really walked out.
Maybe he never left from the beginning to the end.
The sound of a door opening and footsteps were heard in the silent room. Tang Ning did not open his eyes. He lay on the bed just like Zhou Kang did before, like a pile of rotten meat. He did not even have the strength to lift a finger. No matter who came, whether it was his mother or Su Anyun, he did not have the strength to meet them.
The person who came sat beside his bed, wiped the grease from the corners of Tang Ning's lips with a tissue, and then wiped the tears from Tang Ning's face with another tissue.
"What's wrong?" A gentle male voice.
Su Anyun leaned over and hugged Tangning, who was lying on the bed. He placed Tangning's tearful face in his arms. His slender, warm hands stroked Tangning's back, as if he was wiping away dust from a gem. "Why are you crying?"
Tang Ning let Su Anyun hold him without moving. He knew where all his tears came from, and why these tears were helping him to relieve his sadness.
He shed tears indifferently in Su Anyun's arms.
Su Anyun's body temperature made people feel comfortable. Tang Ning's mind flashed back to a scene from a TV show she had watched when she was a child. The heroine was about to freeze to death, her body was emitting cold air, and the hero took off his clothes and used his body temperature to warm her up.
After a while, Tangning whispered, "Su Anyun."
He didn't call this person brother, nor did he call that person mother.
"It was a mistake to say that she gave birth to me?"
Su Anyun hugged Tang Ning tightly.
"My father died a long time ago. I am a posthumous child and she is a widow. She was beautiful when she was young. When my father got into trouble, a big boss wanted to marry her. The big boss was rich and had been pursuing her. The man liked me and wanted to send me to a good family to raise."
"She agreed. That was the end of it."
"When I was three or four years old, someone pursued her again. He was also a man with the wrong conditions. He said he minded raising me, but he just wanted to have another boy with her, but she still didn't agree."
"She had a good relationship with her family. Because her father favored boys over girls, she was beaten and scolded since she was a girl. When she grew up, she severed ties with her family. Her husband was an orphan and had never received family warmth. She told me that there were so many people chasing after her, but she chose my father because that man was willing to work hard with her to run a family."
"After my father passed away, she raised me alone. She had to take care of me in the first few years and find a job. She suffered a lot. She ate less to save money and ended up having no milk. I was willing to drink milk powder, so she was so anxious that she kept crying. I cried in her arms, and she cried while holding me. She cried and comforted me, but no one comforted her."
"She always watched me closely when crossing the road. Whenever she took me to any place with vehicles, she would be extremely careful. She told me that this was because she had seen a story before, in which a parent let his child cross the road alone, and the child ended up in a car accident."
Tangning's lips trembled, "Now that I've grown up, I'm a grown-up. She still has to hold my hand tightly when crossing the road."
"But how can she concentrate when she is alone?"
A huge pain weighed on his heart. Tangning hugged Su Anyun tightly. He was silent for a long time before he could find the strength to continue, "When she was little, no one loved her, so she wanted to love me well. I'm not smart, but I got good grades. She said it didn't matter as long as I worked hard. When I wanted to go work, she stopped me, saying that I was still a child and that making money should be left to adults."
"But, Su Anyun, the last time she broke with her family was when she was eight years old."
"She finally left that home. She was diligent, pretty and smart. She could have started her real life and lived a happy life."
Tangning's entire body was trembling. He grabbed the corner of Su Anyun's clothes and said, "She gave birth to me."
"She worked hard for me for several years. During these years, she stopped working, saved money, and was willing to eat and wear good clothes. Every time she gave me the delicious food, she would eat the leftovers at home alone. She made herself sick. She has stomach problems, and problems with her hands, shoulders, neck and waist. It's because of work and taking care of the children."
"And I wasted so much of her time and energy, but I repaid her well."
"Su Anyun, tell me, if she had given me to someone else for adoption from the beginning, would she have lived a happy life?"