At that time, the needle pointed to seven o'clock, the last ray of light in the horizon was swept away, and the rows of street lamps turned on neatly and uniformly.
She covered her eyes and turned to turn on the light.
Before his hand touched the switch, he heard the man behind him say, "If it were you, how would you choose?"
Ruan Sixian's hand froze in mid-air, the light was not turned on, and the living room was still dark.
Dong Xian stood two meters away from her, and said faintly: "The last chance in this life to take the pilot test, and continue to stay at home with husband and son, what do you choose?"
There was a long silence in the room, and even the air seemed to be stagnant.
The atmosphere around her tightly pinched her neck and her brain, unable to think, her nerves were throbbing, as if it would explode in the next second.
"I won't let her choose one or the other."
Suddenly, a hand covered the back of Ruan Sixian's hand, flicked the switch, and bright lights illuminated the entire living room.
Holding Ruan Sixian's hand, he stood sideways in front of her, blocking Dong Xian's direct gaze.
"Auntie, it doesn't make sense for you to ask this kind of question. This kind of assumption doesn't hold true for me."
Hearing his firm voice, Ruan Sixian raised her head and looked at him blankly, her throat itching.
It was very windy outside. He had just returned, and there was still a cold air on his clothes, but his palms were warm.
When Dong Xian asked this, Ruan Sixian's temple suddenly tightened, feeling that she was standing on the wire on the cliff, and she might fall if she moved.
His voice, like a strong rope, pulled her to shore.
The sudden arrival of Fu Mingyu broke the tense atmosphere between Dong Xian and Ruan Sixian.
He glanced at the dining room, the dishes on the table barely moved.
"Have you eaten, auntie, do you want to sit down and have dinner together?"
His "invitation" seemed to be an order to evict guests.
Dong Xian didn't need to say more, she weighed the importance of her and Fu Mingyu's status in this house, and the answer was clear.
She clearly felt Ruan Sixian's dependence on Fu Mingyu.
The two stood opposite her, and there seemed to be a barrier in the middle, indicating that they stood on different positions.
In the end, it's going to be unhappy.
She sighed silently, walked to the table, and tested the temperature of the soup with the back of her hand.
"It's still hot," she said. "The pigeons are very fresh, and the medicinal materials in them are carefully selected. They can calm the nerves and calm the nerves. Drink it while it's hot."
The moment the door closed, Fu Mingyu turned to look at Ruan Sixian.
He raised his hand to touch her cheek.
However, before she touched her skin, she suddenly walked forward, fell on the sofa, and fell into the pillow.
"I'm sleepy."
While Fu Mingyu wasn't paying attention, she rubbed her eyes, "Why are you here?"
"I'm afraid my baby will be bullied." Fu Mingyu picked up the dishes on the table and walked to the kitchen: "And doesn't someone want me to accompany her to dinner?"
Ruan Sixian rolled her eyes on the sofa, turned over with her pillow in her arms, turned her back to him, and bent the corners of her mouth, stood up and ran into the kitchen with the rest of the dishes.
Fu Mingyu put the vegetable patch in the microwave, "Why is Auntie here today?"
"Give me something to eat." Ruan Sixian pointed to the table outside, "See, fresh pigeon soup."
The first dish was hot, he brought it out and asked at the same time, "Just give me something to eat?"
Ruan Sixian said "Oh", "By the way, let's have a little heart-to-heart exchange."
Does the heart-to-heart communication create such an atmosphere
If it wasn't for him knowing that Dong Xian was coming, he felt a little uneasy in his heart and rushed back immediately. Maybe with Ruan Sixian's temper, he would have had a big fight with people at home.
Fu Mingyu turned around, leaned against the cabinet, slightly hunched his back, just in line with Ruan Sixian's line of sight.
There was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, "Have you quarreled with your mother?"
"Hmm." Ruan Sixian turned around to serve the meal, with a hint of indifference in her tone, "Didn't you hear it?"
Fu Mingyu put his arms around her neck and held her chin with his wrists: "Then tell my brother, what are you arguing with your mother?"
His tone was relaxed, and he sounded like a brother coaxing children.
But Ruan Sixian always knew that Fu Mingyu had vague guesses about her family's affairs for so long.
But she didn't say it, and he didn't ask.
Ruan Sixian lowered her head and said nothing.
The microwave dinged, Fu Mingyu let go of her and reached out to turn on the microwave.
"It doesn't matter, if you don't want to say it, you can leave it alone. Let's eat first."
When Ruan Sixian has nothing important, she always eats only 70% full for dinner.
Eating too much is easy to get sleepy, and the brain is not clear.
But the hour that Dong Xian came, seemed to have exhausted all her energy, her stomach was very empty, and she had added a bowl of rice without knowing it.
The cup of pigeon soup was put aside, it was cold at some point, and it gave off a fishy smell.
Fu Mingyu sat opposite her and served a bowl of winter melon soup.
Ruan Sixian was about to reach out to pick it up, but the other party sent it into her mouth.
"… "
Fu Mingyu paused, "Can you still eat?"
Ruan Sixian retracted her hand and nodded resignedly.
"Okay, I can't eat it."
Fu Mingyu smiled and took a sip. The temperature of the soup was just right, so he handed it to Ruan Sixian.
Ruan Sixian turned her head: "Don't eat what you want."
The person opposite looked up at her, eyes half-squinted, "Do you want me to feed you?"
According to common sense, Ruan Sixian would roll her eyes and say, "I'm not disabled."
But recalling what Zheng Youan said at noon today, she lowered her head and touched her fingernails, "But I heard that some girls dated a boyfriend who never washed fruit, never tied their shoelaces, and didn't even have a mineral water bottle. Screwed it myself."
"That's someone else." Fu Mingyu drank the soup and nodded, "You are different, you are a woman who can open the bottle cap with one hand."
"… "
"I'll tell you." Across the table, Ruan Sixian lifted Fu Mingyu's calf, "I'm very popular right now, you better be nice to me, otherwise my 63,108 Weibo fans can get it right. curse you to death."
Not only that, but in the early hours of yesterday alone, many media rushed to interview her.
Ruan Sixian didn't have the energy or time, so she refused most of them, and only agreed to a few very formal invitations from mainstream media. Otherwise, all should come down, she still has to find an economic person.
Fu Mingyu chuckled lightly.
Ruan Sixian heard a bit of disdain from his laughter.
"What do you mean?"
Fu Mingtang looked up at her, raised his brows, got up and walked to her side.
"Open your mouth."
Ruan Sixian seemed to have PTSD on these two words. As soon as she heard it, she could recall all kinds of things this morning. Not only did she not open her mouth, but she gritted her teeth.
Seeing her appearance, Fu Mingyu stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon, and said casually, "Don't you want me to feed you?"
"You said the same thing in the morning-" Ruan Sixian's mouth was fed with the spoon, her brain got stuck, and her earlobes slowly turned red.
"Huh?" Fu Mingyu touched her lower lip with a spoon, "What did I say this morning?"
Ruan Sixian grabbed the bowl from his hand and pushed him away with both hands and feet, "Go away, I'm not disabled."
While drinking the soup, Fu Mingyu had been sitting next to her, leaning against the back of the chair, thinking about something with his head down.
He touched his trousers, which contained a hard case.
Just want to take it out, think about it, and forget it.
"You can smoke if you want."
Ruan Sixian put down the bowl and said, "It's not that I haven't smoked second-hand smoke."
"Just one." Fu Mingyu took out the cigarette case, "I don't have time to sleep, I'm very sleepy."
Ruan Sixian sneered.
"You don't have time to sleep, you lie in bed without closing your eyes and you're doing this and that."
"How?"
"… "
Ruan Sixian snatched the lighter from his hand, nodded, and looked at him fiercely, "Is there a shortage of incense at the tomb?"
Not only did this action not deter Fu Mingyu, but instead he tilted his head and lit a cigarette with the flame in Ruan Sixian's hand.
With a cigarette in his mouth, he lowered his head, the outline of the brow bone and the bridge of the nose was covered with a layer of shadow, so deep that there was an unreal feeling.
But this unreal feeling made her unable to look away and stared at the movie-like picture.
After a while, a puff of white smoke floated up beside him.
The soup in the bowl had bottomed out. Ruan Sixian put down the lighter, and the spoon in her hand touched the wall of the ceramic bowl, making a crisp sound.
"The last time I drank this soup was during the summer vacation of the third grade."
"Ok?"
She suddenly mentioned this thoughtlessly, Fu Mingyu's fingertips paused, and the ashes shook a little.
"At that time, this store just opened. My mother came to school to pick me up for dinner. This is the store."
This sentence was an opportunity that she found after brewing a whole meal.
Just now, Fu Mingyu asked her about her family, but she didn't open her mouth, either because she didn't want to say it, or because she didn't know where to start.
Dong Xian is none other than her mother, and also the wife of the boss of Fu Mingyu's co-operative company. He should know all about it.
He is different from others.
If he can't even talk to him, Ruan Sixian doesn't know who else to talk to.
So even if he didn't ask, Ruan Sixian would find a chance to tell him.
It's just that no matter how old the past is, it's a scar, and it hurts when you touch it lightly.
It takes courage to speak out.
"When I was fourteen, my mother and my father divorced. Later, she seemed to be very busy. She came to see me once or twice a year. The first time I came back was, but I went to the West Wing for dinner. Start a restaurant like this.”
Ruan Sixian started from the beginning of the story, her voice was neither light nor heavy, as if she was telling someone else's story.
Speaking of the misunderstanding, she laughed herself.
In high school, it was very boring, and she took it in two sentences.
"In the third year of high school, there are airlines to recruit flying, but they don't recruit girls, you know?"
Fu Mingyu nodded, "I know."
This was not a special case of World Airways, at that time, almost all airlines were like this.
"Later, when I was in my junior year, airlines also came to the school to recruit students." Ruan Sixian raised her chin, "I was very confident at that time, I felt that I would definitely be selected, because the interviewer liked me very much, and there was a captain who came to preach. He also left contact information with me, so I packed my luggage when I returned to the dormitory."
Fu Mingyu raised his head and said, "Have you left your contact information?"
"Yes, very handsome, do you want to take a look?"
Ruan Sixian took out her phone and turned it over to him.
Fu Mingyu didn't look at her phone, only to see her smiling slyly, snorted coldly, and said, "You are quite well-connected."
"If I had been well-connected, I wouldn't have ended up in that field." Ruan Sixian put down her phone heavily, thinking of that incident, her eyes filled with contempt, "As a result, I thought I got the access VIP, but it turned out to be just a P, I don't even know that the quota was robbed by someone who is related.
More than half of the smoke from the fingertips burned, and the half-finger-length ash was crumbling.
He sighed softly, the ash shook off, and snuffed out the cigarette by the way.
Under the warm yellow light of the restaurant, Fu Mingyu's eyes looked dim.
Ruan Sixian held her face and looked at him, suddenly having a strange feeling.
If she hadn't been squeezed out at that time, she might have met Fu Mingyu long ago.
"If I met you at that time." She thought of something and asked directly, "Will you like me?"
Only a trace of smoke lingered in the trash can, curling up between Ruan Sixian and Fu Mingyu, slowing the passage of time.
"If I met you at that time." Fu Mingyu looked straight at her, "then you are Mrs. Fu now."
Mrs. Fu.
Ruan Sixian was stunned for a moment, and a strange feeling slowly crept into her heart, tickling and scratching like a cat's claws.
The three words "Mrs. Fu" are strangely pleasant.
The main reason is to make people feel rich when they hear it, "rich lady".
Ruan Sixian opened her fingers, covering half of her face, and she didn't even look at him, her heart was beating so fast, she quickly changed the subject: "My dad didn't buy commercial insurance, and he didn't leave me much money after his death, and the living expenses of college I have to work for myself to earn money, and when others go out on dates and travel, I am all working part-time.”
Fu Mingyu frowned.
It was hard for him to imagine how Ruan Sixian came here alone during that time.
If only I could meet her sooner.
She would never be allowed to live like that.
At this moment, Ruan Sixian suddenly raised her head and smiled smugly: "But when I was in college, I was one of the richest in my class."
"… "
Fu Mingyu's thoughts came to an abrupt end.
"There's no way, who calls me beautiful." Ruan Sixian straightened her hair and answered Fu Mingyu's doubts, "There are Taobao stores looking for me as a model all day, and I can earn a thousand dollars a day for shooting, and there is another store that invites me to go there at public expense. Shooting at the beach, 25,000 a day, after four years, my small treasury has tens of thousands."
"… "
Fu Mingyu held back his overflowing sympathy and raised his eyebrows, "Beach?"
"Yes indeed."
"What are you wearing?"
"Is this important?" Ruan Sixian closed her eyes and inhaled, about to be mad at him, "The point is two thousand five a day."
"Any pictures?"
Ruan Sixian was stunned for a moment.
She really has.
And maybe the store owner was very satisfied with her photo, and put it on the home page of the store at that time, and it was a big picture when you entered it, and she also saved the original picture.
It's so well done anyway, there's nothing I can't show him.
Ruan Sixian turned on her phone and found those photos from the cloud.
Although it was taken a few years ago, the aesthetics of photographers at that time was online, and it seems that it is not out of date now.
And although the store is an online store, it is positioned as a mid-end swimwear, sexy but not vulgar, and no one would believe it if the watermark is removed and it is an art photo.
Blue sea and blue sky, golden sand, twenty-year-old girl sitting on the rock wearing a fresh-toned swimsuit, with one leg stretched down, the toes dazzled with sand, dazzlingly white.
Fu Mingyu took Ruan Sixian's cell phone and glanced at it, his expression unclear.
"It doesn't look good?"
Ruan Sixian stared at him.
If you dare to say "yes", you will die.
Fu Mingyu didn't answer, turned off the phone, and put it on the table.
"I said it looks good, will you wear it for me tonight?"
"No, go away!"
Fu Mingyu glanced at her, stood up and walked towards her room.
"Really not!" Ruan Sixian immediately stood up and reached out to stop him, "I haven't been in the water for a long time!"
"No? It doesn't matter."
Fu Mingyu leaned into her ear and said, "I'll buy it for you next time, as much as you can."
He paused for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "It's better to have a tie, so it's easy to take off."
Ruan Sixian pursed her lips and nodded, "You take off one of my clothes, and I take off your skin, okay?"
"… "
Fu Mingyu was deadlocked with her, and nodded, "Okay, it's up to you."
He put on his coat and touched her ears, "After the interview tomorrow afternoon, my parents want to invite you home for dinner."
"Um, okay—wait."
Ruan Sixian suddenly grabbed his arm, "Why did you invite me to dinner?"
Fu Mingyu felt amused: "Shouldn't this be right?"
Looking down and seeing her hesitating again, Fu Mingyu comforted her softly: "You don't need to be under pressure, I don't mean to force you, I invited you to dinner because of what happened yesterday."
Although Fu Mingyu said that there is no need to stress, but it was the first time to go to her boyfriend's house for dinner, which was more nervous than the first job interview in college.
In order to have a good state, Ruan Sixian immediately drove Fu Mingyu home, then took a bath and applied a facial mask to make a hair mask... After one operation, she fell asleep.
And Fu Mingyu left Ruan Sixian's house, walked into the elevator, suddenly thought of something, and called the family.
Doudou, I'm sorry, I'm going to wrong you tomorrow.