She couldn't forget that morning when he held her hand on the bed and spoke softly to her.
She could not forget his gentle kiss, like a feather, but deeply imprinted in her heart.
She couldn't forget the resolute pain in his eyes when they finally parted.
Who would have expected that the person had a bad temper and a bad mouth, but she gradually got used to his appearance and his company after getting along with him every day.
He is not a talkative person, but by his side, she will not feel bored or cold, even if she just closes her eyes to bask in the sun, even if he just looks at the book and ignores her, she knows that she is accompanied...
It's just that kind of person, how can she think so much? So she doesn't regret it.
Song Anyi sighed, resting her elbows on the table, her hands covering her face, a tired sigh slowly escaped from her tight lips—
The boss lady reappeared. "Miss, this fine powder of pork liver soup should be eaten while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cooled down."
Song Anyi put down her hand, saw the proprietress smiling ambiguous, and left after reminding her.
It is always said that the most beautiful scenery in Taiwan is people. After she gave birth, she had never seen such a warm and caring store owner, but this time she finally saw it.
Since the proprietress had kindly reminded her, she put the notebook back in her handbag, picked up chopsticks and spoons to eat seriously.
Afraid of being concerned by the boss again, she forced herself to eat all the food. She's been too busy recently, and she doesn't eat much. This two-side dish may be her most recent meal, but the soup is really tasty.
When paying the bill, the lady boss looked at her with a kind of caring look. "The Cold War is a small matter, and you have to take care of your own body. You don't feel bad, but some people will."
Ah? Song Anyi was startled and laughed awkwardly. Did the lady boss recognize the wrong person
"Madam, I-"
"It's alright, the proprietress loves to talk. Is our pork liver soup fine powder delicious? Handmade kimchi is also delicious. I made it myself. Would you like to buy a can and try it at home?"
"Okay, thank you, lady boss..."
Song Anyi did not continue to clarify, even if it was a misunderstood concern, she felt extra warm at this moment.
Leaving the noodle shop, carrying the handmade kimchi recommended by the proprietress in her hand, she headed towards the MRT station, and a familiar car suddenly flashed out of the corner of her eyes. She turned around and saw the black lightning disappearing into the traffic. …
Zhou Mo followed her into the homely noodle restaurant.
It seems to have been imprinted in his brain, no matter how crowded the streets are, no matter how busy the street is, even if he is in the car, he can capture her at the first time, and then stop immediately without hesitation, carefully follow her footsteps, choose She sat down in a blind spot, just to take a look at her.
ten days.
It has been ten days since An Yi left his life.
He saw that she ordered food first, and then the proprietress came to his table to greet him warmly. "What do you want to eat today, sir? Is it your first time here? Our pork liver soup and dried noodles with sorrel are the signatures!"
Wow, the handsome guy who is rare to see in a hundred years, the proprietress's heart is blooming, and both eyes are glued to the handsome guy. Huhu, he is so handsome and handsome.
Zhou Mo raised his finger and pointed in An Yi's direction. "Whatever she eats, I am like her."
The proprietress stopped writing the order, her eyes lit up, and she looked at the handsome guy in front of her. That handsome face seemed to have haggard loneliness? Turning his head to look at the beauty behind, there seems to be a worrying sadness on that beautiful little face
The proprietress's gossip soul is fully alive. You must know that when making dumplings, making wontons, or preparing other ingredients for opening a store, Korean dramas, Sanli, and Minshi's eight o'clock stalls take turns to accompany her!
These two talented and beautiful people are a pair at first glance, and she will never see it wrong! Seeing them all so sad, her heart also clenched. "Mr. and Mrs. quarreled?"
Zhou Mo was stunned, not expecting the boss's misunderstanding and taking the initiative to chat.
"Isn't she your wife?"
For the first time in the past ten days, his heartbeat has fluctuated emotionally because of this misunderstanding—
"She is." Zhou Mo didn't deny it. What if sleeping together is not a couple
The proprietress was very proud and said that they must be husband and wife! "Ouch, it's alright, the bedside is arguing at the end of the bed, and my family and I haven't quarreled from young to old, it's all right. The husband only ordered a bowl of pork liver soup with fine powder and a small portion of comprehensive side dishes, so Will you not have enough to eat? Would you like to have another hot green vegetable?" The proprietress did not forget to persuade him to add an order.
Zhou Mo looked at Song Anyi's thin figure, but his eyes never shifted. "Please help... my wife add one, but don't let her know."
The proprietress is so excited, he is really awkward and reserved, handsome, so cute, so handsome and handsome, even more handsome than a movie star!
"Of course it's fine, sir, you're too reserved, and you're so embarrassed to even call 'wife'~~ The wife is yours, so don't be embarrassed! Also, don't think the proprietress is long-winded, it means that the day after tomorrow will be the strongest cold snap of the year. It’s time to report. Women like to be pretty and don’t like to wear heavy clothes. I think the thin windbreaker on your wife’s body is really bad. You have to persuade her to put on some clothes before going out tomorrow. You don’t have children, right? Before planning to conceive, you should take good care of your body, it is not good for a cold or a cold."
Zhou Mo, who is usually the most indifferent, the least fond of chatting, the most annoying, and the most closed, not only did not feel impatient with the series of nagging from the proprietress, on the contrary, he listened meekly with relish.
He knew very well that as long as it was about her, he wanted to know.
The meal she ordered was delivered to the table. He watched her figure eat, and the infarction in his throat also swallowed into his stomach with every swallow. Although it was uncomfortable, it was no longer in the way.
I saw that she took a sip of soup first, and then put down the spoon, as if thinking of something, pounding her face, extremely depressed.
He guessed it was a work thing. She had always been like this. When she was working, the Bluetooth would not leave her body. Now, even after a meal, she kept her eyes on the notebook.
Although he was helpless, he also understood that perhaps it was this earnest persistence that attracted him deeply. Seeing her dancing enthusiastic vitality, he was like a cold and lonely person, and he couldn't help but yearn for closeness.
The things he usually comes into contact with are more inanimate than animate ones. Until these years when he taught at the art university, he walked into the crowd and was supported by the students, but he was still not used to the crowd and noise, and would rather be in the In his side of the world, he reads books, drinks tea, and precipitates himself.