When it was finally time to take pictures, Ji Nuan still wore her costume like a singer from the end of the world and got together with Mo Jingshen. In the end, the very senior photography teacher smacked his lips next to him and was very satisfied. The calm tone adds a sense of age to this photo studio that has been operating in Los Angeles for more than a hundred years.
Ms. Wan Zhu kept smiling beside her until the filming was finished. She hurried over and took Ji Nuan's hand and asked her if she was tired, as if she was afraid of tiring her daughter-in-law.
Then I don't know if Ms. Wanzhu has been so excited in the past two days that she can't hold her mouth shut, or maybe it's because she got Mo Jingshen's tacit approval and told the old man about the re-taken wedding photos of the two of them.
So Mr. Mo took advantage of this excitement and flew from Haicheng on the other side of the ocean to Los Angeles the next day.
According to Mr. Mo, he has not flown on a plane for at least ten years, and has not been to the United States for seventeen or eighteen years. This time, in order to get his grandson's wife back safely, even the old man Even if I risk my life, I want to come to Los Angeles to have a good reunion together. I will live in Los Angeles for a few months and then return to Haicheng.
The news is being broadcast on the TV in the living room of the Shine Group President's office. Behind the host, people are coming and going in the background. Thanksgiving Day in the West is very lively. The thin smiles on the faces of the passers-by represent a certain kind of festive atmosphere. , seeping into the night air little by little.
The familiar sound of pots and pans clinking gently came from the spare kitchen in the rest room, and the delicious aroma of food wafted out.
Ji Nuan sniffed.
Well, today it’s sweet and sour pork ribs.
She raised her head and took a sneak peek.
There was warm light in the crack of the door, gently passing through the dry air, and reflected into her eyes.
The tall figure who had just left a high-level meeting in this building two hours ago was carefully placing the dishes on the plate with a spatula.
The overhead light in the kitchen and the scent of food slowly blended together in her senses, wrapping him up and gently transporting him to the bottom of her heart.
The faint scent of grass and wood on his body was tainted with the smoke and smoke of the dust. She saw the back of his neck exposed under his black hair, which curved into a beautiful arc under the light.
The Boss and Chef Mo, who usually cooks whatever she likes, has recently become addicted to the taste of Chinese food and has taken the trouble to cook Chinese food for her, even though every time he says that Chinese food always smells of fumes. It was a messy room, but her dinner was always indispensable with a few of her favorite dishes.
Even for the sweet and sour pork ribs this time, she guessed that when she returned to Mo's house in Los Angeles two days ago, Ms. Wanzhu made a plate of pork ribs, but Ji Nuan didn't have the nerve to eat too much in front of Mo Shaoze, so she just After picking up two pieces, I just ate the food in front of me.
It was precisely because she wanted to eat but didn't have the nerve to eat. Even though she didn't mention it, Mo Jingshen clearly saw it.
Her thoughts were still wandering in the sky, but he had already walked out of the kitchen, holding a plate. In her eyes, he was more tempting than the steaming sweet and sour pork ribs.
"What are you looking at?" He freed up a hand and patted her head as she stood up and approached her: "Wash your hands."
There was a faint fragrance on his hand, with a familiar temperature to her, as if just being in such an ordinary office break room could block out all the disturbances in the world, and the Western festivals that filled the outside. The atmosphere around him also turned into a warm and ordinary day, calm but lasting.
…
After a meal.
"Follow me back to Mo's house tonight. Someone is here." Mo Jingshen suddenly said when Ji Nuan put the last piece of ribs into his mouth.
Ji Nuan coughed suddenly and almost spit out the ribs before chewing them clean. She looked at him in surprise: Isn't Grandpa Mo here? Who else? "
"Grandpa hasn't been to the United States in the past twenty years. It's a rare visit. When family friends and old friends from that time heard the news, they would naturally come over to see him." He put a cup of hot milk at the right temperature in front of her. , scolding her for being worthless with his eyes.
"But they are reunited with their old friends, and they need us to go there too?" Ji Nuan said as he carefully pushed the glass filled with warm milk to the side, hoping to push it further while he was not paying attention.
She had just eaten a lot, and now there was no room in her belly to hold milk.
"Who said you have to eat two bowls of rice, two bowls of vegetables and two glasses of milk every meal from now on? You have just reached half of your goal and you can't eat anymore?" He noticed her little move: "Aren't you still hating yourself for being thin? ?”
“…”
Ji Nuan glanced at Milk, who was pushed further away by herself.
She ate a bowl and a half of rice and a whole plate of sweet and sour pork ribs tonight. Mo Jingshen barely ate and let her eat them all by herself. How could she have such a big stomach
However, the milk was warmed by Boss Mo's kindhearted hands anyway, so Ji Nuan had no choice but to bring it back, pretending not to notice the faint smile of satisfaction on the corner of his mouth, and drank most of the milk.
…
The so-called reunion of Mr. Mo's old friends was indeed different from the reunion Ji Nuan thought.
She thought it would be like what she saw on TV, where a group of old people in their seventies or eighties stood together and lamented the rush of life, or shed tears because they didn't know if they would see each other again after this meeting.
However it is...
A group of old men were sitting together drinking tea and chatting, all of them smiling, making Ji Nuan feel like a spring breeze.
But she really has no interest in the mahjong table played by these old men.
It can even be said that some do not understand the brain circuits of these old men.
They had only met once in nearly twenty years, and the entertainment after dinner was not sitting together crying and singing about the past, but playing mahjong.
Moreover, there are two tables of mahjong.
Just like now, at another table, Mr. Mo and his daughter-in-law, Ms. Wan Zhu, are playing mahjong with the other two old men, while at this table, Mo Shaoze and Mo Jingshen are accompanying them.
Ji Nuan watched Mo Jingshen take off his coat and put on the fitted white sweater with fine imitation wool. The gray shirt collar was exposed from the V-shaped neckline. He loosened the collar and turned his eyes from the mahjong tiles to the side, eager to find some. While Ji Nuan was doing the work, he motioned her to sit next to him with his eyes.
How could she have the nerve to sit so close to him when there were so many people? The old men had been teasing them a lot just now.
When Mo Jingshen faced this group of friends with whom Grandpa Mo had once been very close, he smiled gracefully and calmly throughout the whole process, without any feeling of being teased. On the contrary, Ji Nuan, who had never seen big scenes, couldn't help but smile at him. The people next to me blushed again and again.