"Oh, seeing that you had something on your mind last night, I didn't feel at ease." When Chen Qingxuan said this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and he looked at Meiya furtively. Seeing that there was nothing unusual on her expression, she was relieved. asked cautiously. "What's the matter? Both eyes are swollen like this?"
When Chen Qingxuan asked, Meiya's face darkened again, she turned around and closed the door. Facing the dilapidated wooden door in front of him, he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Chen, I don't want to say it."
Chen Qingxuan was stunned, and then hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes. I am talking too much. I shouldn't ask about the privacy of the girl's family..."
"Mr. Chen, I didn't mean to accuse you," Meiya cut off Chen Qingxuan's topic. paused. He exhaled lightly. Then he said, "It's just something. I can't open my mouth."
Yes, what should she say
Where do I start again
Meiya really couldn't open her mouth. Also unwilling to speak, this is a matter between her and Zhong Mingwei, even if things are backfired now. But she didn't want outsiders to know, whether it was good or bad, it was her and Zhong Mingwei's business.
Chen Qingxuan's face was a little stiff, but in the end he still pursed his lips, and squeezed out a not too ugly smile: "Well, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it, wait until you want to say it."
"Mr. Chen," Meiya looked at Chen Qingxuan with some embarrassment, "Can you... help me hide something from Grandma Chen?"
Meiya doesn't want Grandma Chen to worry about herself, the old man's body is good enough, rushing to the family to plow in the spring, busy all day long, Meiya really doesn't want to trouble the old lady anymore.
"Okay, don't worry." Chen Qingxuan nodded. Even if Meiya didn't say anything, he would never tell Grandma Chen about it. Regarding the relationship between Meiya and Zhong Mingwei, Chen Qingxuan has been deliberately concealing it from Grandma Chen , He couldn't tell what it was for, did he not want Grandma Chen to know that she felt sad, or... He has been subconsciously leaving a way for himself
If, what if
What if, what if
"Mr. Chen, thank you very much." Meiya was grateful, turned around and walked towards the courtyard, then suddenly stopped, and turned to look at Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, how about some pancakes and red bean porridge today?" ?”
"Red bean porridge?" Chen Qingxuan was startled, a small bowl of steaming red bean porridge immediately appeared in front of his eyes, but the bowl of porridge was not prepared for himself. That day, he watched Zhong Mingwei drink it up in three gulps. That small bowl of red bean porridge, he couldn't express his suffocation in his heart, and he couldn't express his greed. After that day, he also drank red bean porridge several times, but he always felt that the red bean porridge made by Grandma Chen must be inferior to that bowl. It was delicious and sweet, although he had never tasted the red bean porridge cooked by Meiya.
"Yes, red bean porridge," Meiya said casually while rolling up her sleeves, "Yesterday, Grandma Chen said that there are too many red beans at home, and if she can't finish them, she will attract insects."
"Then, let's eat red bean porridge," Chen Qingxuan hurriedly said, and added in a low voice, "Add more rock sugar."
"Huh?" Meiya's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at Chen Qingxuan with a monster's gaze, "Mr. Chen, have you never hated sugar the most? Why are you telling me to add more sugar now?"
"I just want to eat it all of a sudden," Chen Qingxuan felt that his face suddenly became hot. It was the first time in his life that a 23-year-old man was so embarrassed. He lowered his eyes to avoid Meiya's gaze, and pretended to be relaxed. , "I'll go back to my room and change my clothes, and I'll help you light the fire when I come back."
"No need, no need! I'll do it myself." Meiya waved her hands in a hurry, and went into the kitchen to work.
Chen Qingxuan watched Mei Ya enter the kitchen, and then leaned on the wall and moved towards the room step by step. Last night he slept curled up like this all night, and his two legs were almost not his own. Holding on to the wall, he stumbled early in the morning. He had recovered a lot by this time, but it was still difficult for him to walk. Chen Qingxuan limped into the bedroom just like that, listening to the sound of pots and pans coming from outside. He limped out of the box and found a set of bamboo green silk gown that he was reluctant to wear. This was when he was admitted as a scholar, and Grandma Chen gave him two coins. What he did was that he was always simple, never willing to wear it, and kept it in the box all the time, but today, he suddenly remembered this long gown, and hurriedly put it on, while facing the bronze mirror Buttoning the button, he moved his eyes away with some self-loathing.
Is he doing it for his confidant