As time passed by, Feng Muyan oozes fine sweat from her hair.
"It's fine if you can't find it." Rong Jingcheng leaned against the bridge.
She walked over and pulled up the hem of his shirt, "Husband, I just want to see~ I tried so hard to find..."
"Want to see it then? It's not good to peek at other people's memories."
Her tone suddenly became hardened: "Unless you have a guilty conscience and there are other women in your memory, why don't you dare to show me?"
The man raised his eyebrows slightly and pointed casually.
"Here or there."
"Which way!"
Rong Jingcheng walked to the center of the bridge, squinted at the key wall in front of him, and Feng Muyan followed his gaze.
After searching for a circle, she couldn't find the key with Rong Jingcheng's name. Just when Feng Muyan was about to give up, she saw a key with the name "Feng Muyan".
She took off the key carefully, "Why don't you use mine instead of your name?"
Rong Jingcheng was noncommittal, "Whoever wants to have memories, just use whose name."
…
The two came to the memory room, and Feng Muyan carefully hugged the box in the cabinet.
Looking for a place with few people, she opened the box, and what caught her eye was...
"These... are all letters I wrote to you?" In the tone of question, the expression in his eyes was affirmative.
"Ok."
For a moment, Feng Muyan's nose was a little sour.
"You obviously received it, why didn't you reply? Do you know that I have been waiting for a long time, Rong Jingcheng, you are mad at me."
"Are you sure I didn't reply?"
"Ok?"
"Look down."
She looked down, and the last words she gave him—
[Happy birthday Rong Jingcheng, I really want to know what your birthday wish is this year, I hope I am in it~]
On the next line, there is a line of clear writing in the original blank space.
[What a fool. 】
"Then why didn't you send it back to me? Do you know that you didn't reply to my letter in those few years. I thought you had someone by your side, and I thought you were nostalgic for a gentle foreign country..."
"It made me almost..."
Give up on you.
Rong Jingcheng's voice is low and hoarse: "What do you almost want?"
In order to hide her guilty conscience, the woman in her arms took the initiative to send a kiss.
…
As the sun sets, Feng Muyan read all the letters on the beach.
"Rong Jingcheng... Let's lock another memory box and let our common memories!"
She put the colored card in front of him, bowed her head and wrote her "careful wish".
[Feng Muyan and Rong Jingcheng want to be together forever~ Mr. Rong wants to love me more every day! 】
"Husband, what did you write?" She leaned forward and saw clearly what he wrote—
[If Comrade Feng Muyan is quieter, the world will be better. 】
"Rong Jingcheng, what do you mean, do you think I'm noisy, don't you think I'm noisy? I'm so gentle and generous, I love Xiaojiabiyu, gentle and pleasant, even my grandparents said that I'm too quiet. No one has ever said to me that you are noisy and quarrelsome when you dislike me. Where am I arguing?"
Soon, Feng Muyan was lost, and slowly lowered her head, her voice darkened a few degrees: "Hey, I will never be a gentle lady."
The man kissed her gently on the forehead, "You don't need to change yourself, and don't change for anyone, that's good."
…
The two went to lock the key on the bridge and strolled on the beach.
"It's weird, why people have fat belly when they are pregnant, but I have fat face."
"Then ask your mouth... Why do you eat so much."
A certain woman:...
She can eat so much, isn't it all to blame for him!
…
The next morning, the two set off to another place.
The driver drove from Gothenburg in the south to Abisko in the north, arriving at the destination exactly 21 o'clock late local time.
When getting off the bus, Rong Jingcheng took her to a homestay.
Rong Jingcheng held her hand as if introducing her to the shopkeeper.
The male shopkeeper smiled and looked at Feng Muyan, and said in bad Chinese: "My name... Fu Lei, YoucancallmeRay."
"Hello, my name is Feng Muyan, Tang'swife."
After this episode, Feng Muyan and the owner and his wife were no longer restrained.
Feng Muyan was immersed in this full of happiness, when the voice of the female shopkeeper outside came—
"Mr. Xiao Rong, dinner is ready."