Jiang Wen was not a person who showed his emotions very much. Except when he was drunk, he seldom expressed his feelings to her.
The more lightly he spoke, the more sad it made people feel.
After a few seconds of silence, Feng Ning asked, "Where did you learn these Qiong Yao lines?"
Jiang asked: "..."
The atmosphere, which was originally filled with sadness and lingering feelings, was completely destroyed by her in an instant.
Jiang Wen brushed her hand away, stood up, and walked forward.
Feng Ning quickly put on the dog leash and ran over to catch up with him, "Hey, wait for me, why are you angry again? Sorry, sorry, I was just kidding."
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Time flies. This year the Chinese New Year came early and the company had a holiday in mid-January.
In previous Spring Festivals, Feng Ning would only return to South City on New Year's Eve to sweep Qi Lan's grave and visit each household in Yujiang Lane to wish a happy new year, and then return to Shanghai.
The situation this year is special, so Feng Ning specifically asked about Jiang Wen’s arrangements on WeChat.
After a while, someone added her, and the note was: Ryan's assistant
Feng Ning was confused for a moment and approved his friend.
She came over, said hello, called me "madam boss", and then sent me three Excel spreadsheets.
Feng Ning was puzzled. She clicked on them one by one and found that they were full of Jiang Wen’s schedule for that period of time.
After watching for a while, she was speechless and amused at the same time, and contacted Jiang Wen on WeChat.
Ning: Why did you ask your assistant to send this to me
-61nfiawj: Didn’t you ask me to arrange it
Ning: ... It doesn't have to be so detailed.
-61nfiawj:
Ning: Others think your girlfriend is a control freak
-61nfiawj:.
Feng Ning seldom got sick since childhood. One day, he got caught in a gust of wind and had a splitting headache and a blocked nose. After a few days, it turned into a severe cold.
After the two returned to South City, Jiang Wen had a lot of things to do at home and the social engagements were no less than when he was in Shanghai.
Feng Ning was so sick that she stayed at home and slept for two days, too lazy to move. Shuang Yao came to bring her food at noon and in the evening. Jiang Wen wanted to come to see her, but was always rejected.
I received a call from him in the evening, "What are you doing?"
Feng Ning whimpered weakly, "Go to sleep."
"at home?"
Hearing his voice, she regained consciousness a little and cleared her throat, "Yes."
"I'll pick you up."
Feng Ning refused: "Don't come. Let's talk later and I'll pass on my cold to you again."
"Are you not going to meet me after you return to South City?"
Feng Ning blocked his nose and said in a muffled voice: "No... I have a bad cold these days. Can you tell by my voice?"
"Is it not possible to meet once?"
Jiang Wen had said so, how could she refuse? Feng Ning sighed and got up from the bed, "Okay, okay, then you wait for me to take a shower and clean up. It will probably take more than an hour."
After hanging up the phone, she got out of bed, opened the curtains, and the sky outside darkened slightly.
Feng Ning poured a glass of water, opened the drawer, took out two pills and swallowed them.
Shuangyao just happened to come in with a thermos bucket in her hand. "Dad has brought you today's food."
Feng Ning nodded and indicated with his chin, "Okay, just put it aside."
Seeing her taking medicine, Shuangyao didn't care and walked over, "How long have you had this cold? It's not healed yet."
Feng Ning put the medicine down casually and said, "Alas, this illness came on so violently that I was caught off guard."
"Did you take the wrong cold medicine?" Shuang Yao was very suspicious, "Let me see your medicine."
Shuangyao was about to take the medicine, but Fengning quickly snatched it away. Shuangyao's hand paused in the air, and she was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing? Let me see what kind of cold medicine you are taking, why are you so excited."
Feng Ning took it and read it to Shuang Yao: "It clears away heat and detoxifies, and treats sore throat. I didn't take the wrong thing, this is it."
"... ..."
Shuangyao didn't say anything.
Feng Ning glanced at her again, "What are you doing?"
Although she was a little skeptical, Shuang Yao didn't think much about it and nodded, "Okay, don't take medicine blindly."
Feng Ning said impatiently, "I know, stop nagging me, okay? What other medicine can I take? I have to go out on a date later, so you should go back quickly."
Shuang Yao smiled mischievously: "Oh, you still want to accompany Jiang Wen when you are so sick?"
"I haven't seen him for two days, and his fragile heart has become irritated."
Shuang Yao hissed, "Why do you sound like you're showing off when you say that?"
With a smile, Feng Ning started to do her hair.
"By the way, how are you and Jiang Wen doing now?"
Feng Ning opened the closet and began to try on clothes in front of the mirror, "Us? Pretty good."
Shuang Yao was a little curious: "Aren't you used to it? So many years have passed, and you two are just like strangers starting over again."
Feng Ning turned around, holding a red sweater in his left hand and a white sweater in his right hand, and showed them to Shuang Yao one by one, "Which one do you want to wear?"
"White, gentle."
"OK."
Feng Ning was changing her clothes and answered her question. "It doesn't seem strange. Although we have both changed a lot, it's quite natural to be together." She paused and said, "I feel very happy, like I'm floating. But to be honest, I still don't feel it's real."
"What do you mean, unreal?"
"I don't know." Feng Ning smiled, "Are you afraid these are all hallucinations?"
Shuang Yao sighed, "So what are your plans for the next step?"
Feng Ning casually replied, "No, let's drink while we can, why think so much?"
Shuang Yao was so confused, "Listen to yourself, what kind of scumbag quotes are you saying? ! ! What do you mean by drink today and enjoy today? Are you planning to just pat your butt and leave after you're done?"
Feng Ning was very calm: "Drink today and be drunk today" means that Jiang Wen is Feng Ning's limited winter happiness.
Shuang Yao repeated: "Winter, limited, happy?"
Feng Ning sounded calm, as if he was telling a meaningless joke, "Yes, I don't want to think about the future. I just know that I'm very happy now, and that's enough."
Earlier in the park, when Jiang Wen talked to her about the topic of "the last time", Feng Ning felt ashamed and felt that he was completely beyond her imagination. She didn't know how to answer. She couldn't be as firm as he was, and determined that this time was their last time. Knowing that it would disappoint Jiang Wen, she still avoided the topic with a simple move.
Feng Ning sat down in front of the makeup mirror. "I am lucky enough to be able to date Jiang Wen again. I don't want to go any further for now."
Shuang Yao: "I don't understand what you are thinking."
"Do you think Jiang Wen and I are suitable for each other?" Feng Ning turned to look at her.
This question really stumped Shuangyao. After thinking for a long time, she answered: "You like him so much, and he likes you so much, what's wrong with you two?"
Feng Ning turned back, rolled up his sleeves, and began to apply concealer on his arms, "Different concepts."
Feng Ning finished packing, found a mask and put it on, then put on a pair of sheepskin boots and went out.
The wind was very strong today, blowing like a knife, luckily she was wearing thick clothes. Feng Ning put on her hat, but she still shivered from the cold.
Walk to the agreed place, a secluded corner on the roadside.
She sniffed and took a breath of fresh air, and her nasal congestion felt much better.
As soon as he returned to South City, Jiang Wen's style became more exaggerated. Walking around his car, Feng Ning shook his head and sighed in his heart: It's amazing, it's more dazzling than Min Yueyue's Maserati.
Feng Ning opened the car door and got in, leaning sideways. She was wearing a mask and a down jacket hood, with a large circle of fur almost covering her face.
Like an Eskimo.
Jiang Wen didn't know which banquet he had just come from. He was dressed in a stylish outfit from head to toe, with all his hair tied up. His handsome features were exposed, making people stare at him unconsciously.
After Feng Ning took off his hat, he turned his head and asked in surprise: "Master, you are so handsome, why are you still driving for Didi?"
Jiang asked: "..."
Feng Ning smiled happily: "Okay, drive, master, don't stand there, I'm in a hurry to go on a date."
Jiang Wen didn't cooperate with her acting, frowning slightly, "Is there something wrong with you?"
Feng Ning curled his lips and said, "You are so boring."
Jiang Wen sneered.
The car was warm, Feng Ning took off her scarf and hesitated to speak: "Did you take dynamite? You are so angry."
Hearing her say this, Jiang Wen began to settle accounts: "You've been back for two days, why didn't you come to see me?"
His eyes were like two ice spikes, silently stabbing her, "If I don't look for you, you won't look for me?"
Feng Ning looked at his face and rubbed his nose with his fingers, "I am sick, am I not? At this time, a cold can be fatal. If I wasn't afraid of infecting you, why would I not want to come to you?"
We hadn't seen each other for a few days, and as soon as we met he criticized me harshly.
Feng Ning wondered why his status was so low now
Jiang Wen didn't want to question like a nagging woman, but the psychological trauma of the breakup many years ago had not yet faded. Feng Ning returned to the familiar place and became his old self again.
Feng Ning is really the evil star in his life.
Jiang Wen was really pissed off by her.
He was annoyed with her and himself. He picked up his lighter, opened the car door, got out, and went to a distance to smoke.
After finishing a cigarette, Jiang Wen turned around and saw Feng Ning standing not far away with his hands behind his back.
She came over and asked, "Are you still angry?"
Jiang Wen said nothing.
Feng Ning stretched out her hands from behind her back, holding a bunch of white and yellow wintersweet flowers and passed them to him.
After staring at her for a while, Jiang Wen took it.
Feng Ning said as if to take credit: "I just stole it from the old man in the next yard."
"Take the mask off your face."
Jiang Wen found it an eyesore.
Feng Ning explained to him: "I have a bad cold."
Jiang Wen was unmoved: "Take it off."
Feng Ning obediently followed his wishes and said, "Pick them, that's enough."
She happily leaned forward and smelled the flowers she had just stolen. "It smells so good."
Suddenly, Jiang Wen stretched out a hand and covered Feng Ning's eyes.
Feng Ning didn't know what he was going to do, so she raised the corners of her lips and said with a smile: "Are you no longer angry?"
Jiang Wen didn't want to meet her eyes like that.
When she looked at him like that, he couldn't get angry at all.
There was no one around.
Feng Ning staggered two steps and was pulled by Jiang Wen into a dead end nearby.
The flowers in my hand fell to the ground.
His breath was mixed with the smell of mint and nicotine. Jiang Wen leaned forward slightly, but Feng Ning quickly covered his mouth, "I have a cold."
Jiang Wen lowered his head to meet her eye level, "Are you trying to make me angry on purpose?"
Feng Ning leaned against the wall and admitted his mistake honestly: "I was wrong. I'm sorry."
He placed his hands on her ears and couldn't help himself, so he sucked on her neck for a while.
"Kiss me."
Jiang Wen ordered her.