On the other side, the Cheng family at midnight was brightly lit, and at the moment when she opened the door leisurely, Cheng Siyu looked indoors, and was dumbfounded by the scene of Zhao Yuhan sitting in front of the whole table of delicacies, her hands crossed on the table, her chin against her arm, and her eyebrows.

She approached indifferently with the key in her hand and asked in a low voice, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"It's none of your business. Zhao Yuhan stared at him and did not move in response.

Cheng Siyu could probably guess the cause and direction of the matter, trying to ease the atmosphere and soothe his mother's heart, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Mom, it's not too early now, is there anything that can be left until tomorrow to discuss calmly, now I'll take you upstairs and back to the room to rest, okay?"

"I told you not to disturb me, you don't know what to do. Zhao Yuhan held back his anger and said in a suppressed voice.

Cheng Siyu took a deep breath of cold air and didn't dare to say a word, for fear that staying for a few more seconds would trigger her mother's sensitive nerves at any time and cause disputes, so she stood on tiptoe and went upstairs softly with her hand across her leather bag, looking back from time to time, and couldn't help but worry about her stepfather who hadn't returned home yet.

About half an hour later, Cheng Siyu walked out of the room and passed through the corridor, heard the sound of the key socket at the door of the hall, leaned on the railing to listen to the sound, looked down, and saw his stepfather Cheng Duyun walking into the hall slightly drunk, looking at his pale mother and asking gently and suspiciously, "Why don't you sleep yet?" Yuhan. ”

Zhao Yuhan stared at Cheng Duyun complainingly, raised his head and his eyes flashed with tears, and said angrily, "Have you forgotten?"

When she asked him like this, he was even more confused, puzzled, and saw the abundant food on the table, so he meditated hard, racked his brains to recall, the recent things and work are really too cumbersome, filling his whole life and mind, the pressure brought by the big and small things in the work and the burden on his shoulders are getting heavier and heavier, often making him breathless, his expression does not belong, he is not paying attention to a symptom of forgetfulness, and the catkins of memories are wandering around, and he can't piece together a complete fragment.

"Is there still a place for our marriage in your eyes?" Seeing that Cheng Duyun scratched her ears and cheeks and couldn't say why, she asked in frustration.

Hearing this complaining sentence, he suddenly realized, blamed himself, approached Zhao Yuhan and sat opposite her, held her hands and said with a smile: "Yuhan, I'm sorry, it's my fault." How could I forget such an important date, but now that I remember it, it's our 20th wedding anniversary, right?"

"Do you only remember now?" Zhao Yuhan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and asked indifferently.

Cheng Duyun pressed Zhao Yuhan's shoulders with his hands, stared at her sincerely with his eyes, brushed the two locks of hair on her cheeks, and whispered: "I've been really busy with work lately, there are countless socials every day, and I'm so tired that I forget such an important thing, it's not good for me, what do you think I have to do to forgive me?"

Seeing that Zhao Yuhan was still silent, although he felt a little tired, but he also tried his best to soothe him, Cheng Duyun cheered up and said with a smile: "It's okay to be late, the most important thing is that I am in front of you now, we can still celebrate the anniversary, and now we will start to have a big meal." ”

"Actually, it doesn't matter, you didn't remember it before, anyway. Zhao Yuhan still poured a basin of cold water on Cheng Duyun's head.

At this moment, it was silent, the two were silent, Cheng Siyu stood in the corner of the upper floor and looked at the two downstairs worriedly.

Seeing that Cheng Duyun was like a deflated ball, Zhao Yuhan's tone softened, and he said to him gently: "I'm going to heat up the meal now, and we'll eat it together later, okay?"

"Good. Cheng Duyun laughed again.

Zhao Yuhan carefully picked up the food and walked into the kitchen, carefully put the dishes in the microwave oven to heat up, and when everything was ready, she picked up a plate and walked out, happy like a naïve girl, picked up the plate and placed it neatly on the table, picked up the lighter and lit two European-style candlesticks, put them in her and Cheng Duyun's positions respectively, turned off the guest lights, and the whole house was suddenly black, only the two dim sparks of the candlesticks trembled and swayed.