Xiang Wan: "..."
He left as soon as he wanted to, why did she mind
In fact, whether that ambiguous feeling was Xiang Wan's own feeling, or whether he also had it, Xiang Wan was no longer sure.
Bai Muchuan said that emotional sensitivity is a common problem of female authors, and he never mentioned that he wants to take the relationship further. What can she say
Xiang Wan took a breath, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled softly.
"It's what you think that matters."
Children who have suffered a lot, finally have a little memory. She didn't say anything impulsively, so that she couldn't get down the steps when the time came.
Therefore, she answered ambiguously.
Bai Muchuan squinted at her, "I want to hear what you have to say."
A master of Tai Chi? Xiang Wan was confused.
"How can I say anything? Officer Bai, stop joking with me, I am emotionally sensitive!"
Her words were very sharp, and Bai Muchuan was even more sharp.
"You woman!" As if suddenly a little angry, he gritted his teeth, "You have to force me to say something?"
He lowered his face, showing a trace of helplessness.
Xiang Wan hummed calmly, "If you don't say anything, how do I know what you're thinking? How can I give you advice?"
Bai Muchuan's eyes were on her face, but he didn't look back.
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere fell into a strange stalemate.
The two couples next to them who were pushing their children to the supermarket stood for a long time, and finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"You two, if you want to say something, say it quickly. If you don't want to say it, can you please let me go and don't get in the way?"
Uh, Xiang Wan came back to his senses, quickly stepped aside, smiled apologetically, and gave Bai Muchuan another look.
"Hmph!" The husband and wife pushed the cart over.
Therefore, Bai Muchuan and Xiang Wan looked at each other across the stroller and the child.
With big curious eyes, the child looked at his brother on the left and his sister on the right, and asked his father curiously.
"Dad, are uncle and aunt going to fight?"
"...don't talk nonsense."
"Just like you did with your mother, right?"
"..."
The couple quickly pushed the child away.
There is an inexplicable harmony in the back view of the family of three.
It is something that belongs to home, has love, and can make people feel at ease.
Bai Muchuan's eyes seemed to be more gloomy, and he suddenly supported his forehead, and his face and tone that quickly recovered were no longer as ambiguous as before.
"Okay, listen to you. Just buy these. Let's talk about it after we finish eating, anyway, it's close to the supermarket."
Xiang Wan's heart sank.
Sobbing, a little sad.
Is this what it feels like to be heartbroken, she thought
She hummed and pursed her lips, a little thankful that she hadn't been impulsive to confess to him just now, otherwise the embarrassment would have been even greater.
…
The fog in the sky dissipated, and the sun broke through the clouds and poured down.
The dew has evaporated from the leaves, and it is a bright day.
On the way back, neither of them spoke, they walked out of the house in silence, Xiang Wan washed his hands and started cooking, skillfully, Bai Muchuan stood by the side and watched for a while, trying to help her, but Xiang Wan stared back.
He hooked the corners of his lips and stepped back.
"You live alone, do you do everything by yourself?"
When Bai Muchuan had nothing to say, Xiang Wan murmured, "Occasionally."
"Occasionally how long?"
"Probably once a week."
"..." Bai Muchuan said sincerely: "Eating too much takeaway is bad for your health. Those who write and stay up late at night, take it easy, don't suddenly die one day!"
"What's none of your business?" Xiang Wan was very irritable at this moment. Seeing that the water in the pot was boiling, she snorted, took the chopped tomatoes into the pot, and said calmly, "You should worry more about yourself."
"Xiang Wan. If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. A computer is a writer's weapon..." Bai Muchuan said suddenly, "Don't pay me back."
"I can't bear it." Xiang Wan smiled at him, "You don't get paid for nothing..."
"At least… "
"Don't say that we are at least friends? Otherwise, I won't be able to resist beating you up." Xiang Wan turned back with a smile on her face, and said seriously, "I probably guessed what you were thinking. You might be a little bit towards me." I have a good impression, but I can’t say that I like it very much, and there is a big gap between the two of us. So, for some practical reasons, you feel that it is impossible to be with me, so you simply don’t start, but faintly I can't hold back your animal nature, and want to use my surplus value to cook you something to eat before I leave, right or wrong."
It's a long story.
She finished speaking jokingly without panting.
After hearing this, Bai Muchuan was stunned for a long time before he let out a low laugh.
"If you want to write pure romance, it will definitely be easier to get popular than writing suspenseful romance."
Xiang Wan snorted and smiled unceremoniously, "In order to give food to other girls who can't write suspense, I wrote suspense."
Bai Muchuan looked at her bright smile, his eyes flickered, and his expression suddenly changed.
"opened!"
The water boiling the noodles in the pot suddenly boiled and overflowed onto the stove, splashing everywhere.
Xiang Wan hadn't paid attention to what he was talking to just now, so it was over.
She was startled, and hurriedly prepared to make amends, but Bai Muchuan pulled her behind her back, turned off the fire, cleaned up the table, and scooped up noodles.
His movements were quick, much better than the kitchen idiot Xiang Wan thought he was.
"Is it hot?" he asked.
Xiang Wan stood there looking at him and shook his head.
But Bai Muchuan was worried. After packing up, he looked back at her fingers.
The wound on the finger has healed. But it was scratched deeply by the glass at the beginning, and the faint red marks were still there. At first glance, the newly grown flesh was tender, making her tiny hands that couldn't be grasped even more delicate and pitiful.
Bai Muchuan's dark eyes deepened a bit.
"I doubt it. You live alone, can you take care of yourself?"
Xiang Wan didn't move, "What's your business? I'm better than you. I can't even cook tomato and egg noodles."
Bai Muchuan sighed, "Don't be so serious. I'm serious."
"Don't you think this sentence is wrong?" Xiang Wan glared at him, "Also, it's not like you don't know what I do. People in our business devote all their enthusiasm to our works, yes Love, life, and little thought can be spent. So, compared to finding a good boyfriend, I actually care more about writing a good book."
She is holding respect.
Bai Muchuan acquiesced in her seriousness.
"Do you like writing books?"
"No. I like money."
As for the view on money, Xiang Wan was blunt, "I started writing books as a hobby, but without money to support my hobby, how can I sustain it? After all, I need to support my family first, and then talk about my dreams after I have a financial foundation."
Bai Muchuan just looked at her from top to bottom.
"Hmm. You're right."
"..."
topic terminator.
He said that, what else can he say
At this moment, Xiang Wan knew that those relationships that hadn't started in time were probably coming to an end.
However, she was completely free from the anxiety and turmoil of the previous days.
She accepted this fact calmly.
After all, life is different from romance novels, firewood, oil, salt, fireworks in the world, everyone has more or less their own helplessness. You can't change anything, just accept it. In just a few decades, vicissitudes are fleeting. When you leave this world, who is the person by your side is the most important thing.
Occasional throbbing is not necessarily love, but an episode of life.
After all, if you want to separate, then don't intersect.
The rest of her life is not that long to be wasted casually.
…
Bai Muchuan sat there, eating noodles quietly, well-behaved and elegant, without the "sucking" sound of ordinary people eating noodles. It could be seen that he was a child from a well-educated family.
Xiang Wan looked at him quietly for a moment, "Can you wash the dishes?"
Bai Muchuan looked at her, not knowing why.
Xiang Wan smiled at him, "I'll leave first if I know how to wash it. I promised readers that I will update it today, but I haven't written a single word yet."
Bai Muchuan stopped eating noodles, as if his mouth was still wrapped in noodles, he was stunned for a moment, took a sip of noodle soup, swallowed it, wiped his mouth, and then hummed slowly.
"Bring the computer."
"It's really not necessary."
"Just treat it as your reward for making noodles with me."
"The value is not equal."
"Okay! Then take it as a fan's wish."
fan? Xiang Wan stared at him.
Bai Muchuan didn't have much expression on his face, it didn't look real, but it wasn't a formality either.
"If you don't take it away, I will send someone to bring it back."
"Then I'll throw it away."
"Whatever you want." Bai Muchuan lowered his head and ate the noodles, "A person who likes money probably wouldn't be willing to throw away his computer."
"..."
Xiang Wan was a little tired.
It's the kind of helplessness of not being able to grasp something and not being able to let go of something.
What's the use of using a computer to fill in the feelings that can't be fulfilled
"I love you, I'm leaving!"
She stopped talking nonsense.
Turn around and leave empty-handed.
Bai Muchuan stood up suddenly, and took two steps forward to block the door of the restaurant.
He was much taller than her, with long arms and legs. He pushed himself against the door and put his hands on the door frame, Xiang Wan couldn't get through.
"What are you going to do? If you don't let me go, you want to keep me for the New Year?"
This is quite funny!
But no one laughed.
Bai Muchuan's hand grasping the door frame tightened slightly, the veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible.
"You take the computer away, and I'll get you a set of Mu Ershao's autographed book!"
I rely on! Xiang Wan's eyes widened.
Second Young Master Mu
Mu Ershao's books are published as they are written. Every one is a best seller and has been reprinted countless times. Xiang Wan also bought a set for collection, but how can it be the same as his own autographed book
But Mu Ershao has a eccentricity and never signs.
In other words, his autograph book has never appeared on the market.
Nor did he have any friends in the circle, and no one had the opportunity to make the request.
Xiang Wan sniffed, "Guaranteed he signed it?"
"ensure!"
Bai Muchuan pointed to his police uniform hanging on the hanger in the living room.
"I promise you as a policeman!"
One side is an idol, and the other side is dignity. Xiang Wan hesitated for a while, as a woman with backbone, of course she chose an idol!
"make a deal!"
Bai Muchuan stepped aside and opened the door, and Xiang Wan passed him by.
The sun lazily shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.
She walked out like that, towards the direction of the sun, leaving him alone in the shadow of the restaurant...
Bai Muchuan looked at her back, "Take the sweet-scented osmanthus scented bag too, it's good for writers. It's calming and calming, so you can sleep well."
"Shouldn't it be lavender?" Xiang Wan looked back at him.
"No. Osmanthus is also good." Bai Muchuan said, "Everyone uses lavender, but you are the only one who uses osmanthus. How wonderful!"
The reason—
Xiang Wan stopped there to look at him, and he was also looking at her.
For the first time, two people looked at each other so seriously.
She stood in the sunlight, and his face... gradually blurred.
"it is good."
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I’ve been suffering from insomnia these days, and I haven’t slept very well, cough, but no one gave me sweet-scented osmanthus sachets. Hahaha. Therefore, only 7,000 words were updated today. Well, these two chapters are all dealing with emotions. In fact, this kind of seemingly innocuous thing is more difficult, and it also has the greatest impact on the emotional direction, so I changed it several times, and that's all. For fairies who want to read fast food, in fact, Mu Chuan Xiangwan is not suitable. This book is different from the previous ones, and it will be more realistic. Maybe you will be disappointed.
Finally, Er Jin is very grateful to everyone. Mu Chuan Xiangwan put it on the shelf for two days. He ranked first in the best-selling new book list, first in the hot article list, first in the diamond list, and second in the flower list... Such results were not expected when I wrote this book. Really, really, really don't know how to say I was moved. Well, just sauce, it's cold, there is no heating in Chengdu, and my hands are stiff. No more typing.