With a sizzle, the eggs turned golden brown in the pan.
"How many eggs do you want to eat?" Ning Ning stood in front of the pot in an old apron.
"One is fine." Pei Xuan's voice came from the living room.
Ning Ning fry two poached eggs, put them on a white porcelain plate, turned and walked out of the kitchen, just as she was about to go out, she turned her head and glanced at the picture frame hanging on the wall.
In the photo frame is a picture of Yan Qing, wearing the same apron as her, holding the same white porcelain plate as hers, and the plate is actually filled with poached eggs - this is not surprising, Pei Xuan likes to eat this.
Ning Ning quietly looked at Yan Qing in the photo frame for a while, then turned to leave.
The sun shines into the living room through the window, and a red and white checkered tablecloth is spread on the long table in the living room, with two cups of soy milk and a plate of fried dough sticks on it.
Pei Xuan was sitting behind the desk reading the newspaper, and when he heard Ning Ning's footsteps, he raised his head from behind the newspaper and said with a smile, "Come here, let me give you a good morning kiss."
Ning Ning leaned over, his kiss was on her face, it was cold and cold, with no temperature, like being licked by a snake's letter.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she glanced behind him. There was also a picture frame hanging on the wall beside the dining table. The picture frame was still a picture of Yan Qing. She leaned down and turned her cheeks to one side, as if waiting for someone to kiss her. Someone kissed, and then the cheeks were dizzy, the corners of the lips were smiling, and the aftertaste was endless.
Just like Ning Ning is now.
"Okay, let's eat." Pei Xuan rubbed her cheek affectionately with his nose, "Let's discuss the house thing while we eat."
Then, they had breakfast together in front of Yanqing's photo frame.
"The piano room can actually be removed and make a bakery or study room for you?" Pei Xuan took a bite of the poached egg.
"No need." Ning Ning said, "We are going abroad anyway, and the house will definitely be sold by then. Wouldn't it be a waste of money to remodel the house at this time?"
"Don't waste it." Pei Xuan said with a smile, "As long as you like it, no amount of money is wasted."
This kind of remarks like a domineering president can please women no matter ten years ago or ten years later, but Ning Ning wants to know another thing.
"Speaking of which," she asked unintentionally, "what exactly do you do?"
Poor Yanqing, poor Yunlin, and poor Li Pingping, three women fell in love with the same man, one who loved his sweet words, one who loved his talent, and one who just loved his famous watches and cars. Individuals do not know who they are in love with, or even what he does.
"I work in an overseas securities company, and this time I came back for a vacation." Pei Xuan smiled, "What? At this time, did you think of asking me this?"
At this time, the news of their engagement has spread. Some people congratulate others, some ridicule them, some envy and some are jealous. When Ning Ning is mentioned, she doesn't call her by her name anymore, but calls her "the scavenger", such a high-quality man, even if he is a widower, There are also a lot of people who are willing to marry.
"Come on, let you feel a little more at ease." Pei Xuan put down the chopsticks in his hand, got up and walked to Ning Ning's side, holding her shoulders and going upstairs.
They came to the piano room, and the piano that lost its owner was quietly placed inside, covered with a layer of lonely ash. Pei Xuan found a few documents from the shelf in the piano room and showed them to Ning Ning: "Look, these are my company's documents and my visa."
He stuffed Ning Ning with a bunch of documents, all of which were in English. At first glance, he didn't realize it, but how could Yun Lin, who didn't understand English, understand it? Ning Ning was able to stumble and understand a little bit, but it was limited to common words. She couldn't understand some technical terms, and she couldn't distinguish the authenticity of these documents.
"If you know I don't understand it, show it to me." Ning Ning threw the document in his hand back to him, looking angrily, but smiling.
"Okay, okay, I'll read it to you one by one, okay?" Pei Xuan held her shoulders.
"Why don't you read it now?" Ningning asked.
"It's okay to read now." Pei Xuan turned to look at the piano next to him, "Why don't I recite it, you can give me some music."
For the sake of acting, Ning Ning did learn the piano for a while, but did Yun Lin learn it? During the safe period, Ning Ning sat in front of the piano, stretched out a finger, and pressed it more often in Mifaso. Accompanied by the sound of the piano keys, Pei Xuan lowered his head and read the document in his hand: "... The securities company was established in 1988, Headquartered in London, the world financial center…”
More to Mifaso, more to Mifaso... Ning Ning raised his head while pressing the keys. On the opposite wall was a photo frame. In the photo frame, Yan Qing was sitting in front of the black piano, pressing the keys. , while raising his head, just looking at her.
Ning Ning couldn't help shivering.
…Speaking of, when she was here last time, were there so many picture frames in the room
Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be.
In the beginning, there was only a pair of large and small photo frames hanging on the walls of the corridor. Now what? Since she agreed to Pei Xuan's marriage proposal, there have been more and more photo frames in the room, spreading all the way from the entrance to the corridor, from the corridor to the living room, from the living room all the way up the stairs, and spreading in all directions of the house.
By now, the whole house is her.
No matter if you open your eyes or close your eyes, look up or down, you will always see Yan Qing.
"Why did you stop?" Pei Xuan's voice suddenly sounded in Ning Ning's ears.
She came back to her senses and found that she was only looking at the picture frames on the wall and forgot to play the piano.
"What's going on with these photos?" She didn't hide her doubts, because it was definitely Yun Lin's question, she pointed at the opposite photo frame with a trace of jealousy, and asked, "Why do I feel that these things have become more frequent recently. ?"
Pei Xuan looked in the direction she was pointing at, smiling but not smiling.
ding dong—
The doorbell rang suddenly.
"Wait a minute." Pei Xuan pressed Ning Ning's shoulder and told her to stay here and wait for him, while he went downstairs, and after a while, came in with a huge photo frame.
"Look what gift I have prepared for you." He smiled and showed her the photo frame in his hand.
Ning Ning looked at the person in the photo frame and was stunned: "When did you take it?"
The one in the photo frame was none other than Ning Ning herself, wearing an old-fashioned black dress, standing sideways beside the black piano, with a snow-white arm resting on the piano, with a sharp contrast of black and white.
Pei Xuan walked to the wall holding the photo frame, reached out and took off Yan Qingxiang on the wall, then replaced her photo frame, then took a few steps back, tilted his head and looked at it for a while, then turned back and asked, "Does it feel a little crooked?"
"... There is a point." Ning Ning replied.
Pei Xuan immediately walked over and raised his hand to debug: "Is it working now?"
"A little on the left... a little on the right, stop." Ning Ning directed him from behind, "It's good now."
Pei Xuan then clapped his hands and backed away, holding her shoulders and admiring his masterpiece together.
Ning Ning looked at the opposite photo frame with complicated eyes. The new man was hanging on the wall, and the old man was leaning against the corner. They were framed in a photo frame of the same size, and the photo was taken next to the same piano. The same person photographed them... It was their husband Pei Xuan.
"Come on." Pei Xuan patted her on the back, "I'll let you see a surprise."
The two of them walked out of the piano room and walked along the stairs for a while. Ning Ning stopped, leaning on the escalator, looking at the things in the living room from top to bottom, and couldn't help hissing.
All the pictures on the floor, big and small, are all picture frames, without exception, they are all pictures of Ningning, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the corridor, in the bedroom... This It's only part of it, the gates are open, and deliverymen keep coming in and out, bringing in more frames.
The originally empty living room was suddenly filled with photo frames.
"Do you like it?" Pei Xuan hugged Ning Ning from behind and smiled in her ear, "...There will be no Yanqing here, only you."
Ning Ning looked back at him suddenly, and then looked up along his shoulders, looking at the huge photo frame hanging behind him, the original photo, the floral skirt and the curly hair... Is it an illusion? She also felt that the person in the photo was looking at her, looking at her with a painful and sad look.
The painful and sad eyes suddenly disappeared, because Pei Xuan walked over and took off the photo frame.
"Come." He held the photo frame and raised his chin toward the living room, "Come and find a photo you like."
After a busy afternoon, the two finally replaced all of Yan Qing's photo frames.
Standing in the center of the living room, looking around, big and small, front and side, densely packed with Ning Ning himself, is this really romantic? Ning Ning didn't know what Yan Qing was thinking, but she only felt horrified.
"It's getting late, I'm going back." Ning Ning resisted the desire to get goosebumps and said to Pei Xuan, "You're tired today too, don't take me off, I'll go back by car."
Pei Xuan looked tired indeed. He sat on the sofa and nodded to her: "Then be careful on your way."
Ning Ning snorted and walked away quickly. She walked all the way from the living room to the entrance. Every photo frame around her was looking at her, which made her unable to help speed up her steps, and she was relieved until she rushed out the door.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the closed door behind him.
Under the moonlight, the shadows of the branches reflected on the door.
"...What the hell are you thinking?" Ning Ning murmured, "What exactly do you want?"
A person's actions are driven by his desires.
Yunlin's desire drives her to frame her friends, and Li Pingping's desire drives her to pursue Pei Xuan, what about Pei Xuan? What is the reason why he and Yun Lin became accomplices? What was his reason for proposing to Yunlin? What's the reason he still lives in this spooky house full of picture frames
Across the door, in a dark room.
Pei Xuan slowly got up from the sofa, took one step at a time, walked up the stairs, entered the bedroom, and looked at the picture frame hanging on the bedroom wall.
This is probably the last picture frame of Yan Qing in the room.
In the photo frame, she was wearing a white wedding dress, holding a bouquet of lilies stained with dew in her hand, and looked at Pei Xuan with a smile, but tears rolled in her eyes.
… not an illusion, but real tears…
Pei Xuan smiled with satisfaction.