Muyao Club is located on the top floor of Jiangshan International Hotel, and when you enter the special all-glass sightseeing elevator column, a feeling of leaving the earth arises spontaneously.

This French restaurant was invested by Jiang Yimo's mother before her death and was named after her mother.

"Mr. Jiang, Miss Tang, good evening, welcome!" they were ushered into the restaurant by waiters in elaborate uniforms.

After taking her seat, Tang Xueshan let out an exclamation.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the bustling scene of Jianghai City and the romantic and magnificent bay scenery can be seen at a glance.

There are more than 200 oil paintings on the ceiling of the clubhouse, and you can just enjoy it when you sit on the sofa and look up.

Tang Xueshan changed her comfortable posture, smiled with crooked eyebrows and eyes, and had a bright face, "Are these paintings all collected by Aunt Jiang?"

Jiang Yimo's calm face seemed to have a trace of waves, "Yes, here is all my mother's pursuit of art and beauty. ”

She said a humorous and humorous sentence, "You have a good place, you can cure cervical spondylosis by sitting here." ”

The table is covered with romantic rose petals, which exude a faint fragrance. Her name was embroidered on the napkin, and there was a handwritten thank you note, which was arranged to look good. On the next bread, coffee, dinner plate, even the mineral water has her name.

"Let's have a toast. She picked up her glass and took a hard sip through her nose, feeling the smell of wine and floral aromas.

Jiang Yimo raised his wine glass to greet him, and with a ding, the crystal clear goblets touched lightly.

Tang Xueshan stretched out the knife and fork to the pan-fried foie gras, and then tasted French muffins and baked snails, and every bite she ate, she muttered, "It's delicious." ”

Seeing that he had been eating vegetarian dishes, Tang Xueshan asked with a hint of doubt, "Why don't you eat meat?"

"I don't have much appetite, you can eat. ”

"Let's eat steak, it's delicious. She poured the cut steak onto his plate.

He took a deep breath and stared at the steak on his fork for a moment before putting it in his mouth.

He felt as if he was eating the carcass of an animal, and he felt sick as he chewed it.

"It's delicious...... she suddenly closed her mouth, Jiang Yimo's appearance was obviously wrong, his face turned pale in the blink of an eye, and cold sweat broke out, and then, he covered his mouth, stood up and ran to the bathroom.

Tang Xueshan hurriedly followed, looking at Jiang Yimo who was vomiting in the wash basin in a daze, she gently patted his back, her face full of worry, "Yimo, are you okay?"

After spitting, Jiang Yimo gasped, "I can't eat meat." ”

A hazy mist flooded her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying not to let the tears fall, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't eat meat, and you are so uncomfortable." ”

Although he had a smile on his face, he looked rather haggard, "It's okay. ”

Jiang Yimo was left with a shadow in his heart because he witnessed the scene of his mother's car accident, and since then he will be sick to his stomach whenever he eats meat.

He rinsed the basin, rinsed his mouth repeatedly, wiped his mouth with a tissue before walking back to his seat, adjusting his breathing, his shoulders bouncing up and down.

Back at home, Tang Xueshan cooked a bowl of purple rice and black rice buckwheat porridge and brought it to the room.

Jiang Yimo didn't eat anything at night, he ate porridge and climbed into bed, "I'll sleep first." ”

"Are you still sick to your stomach?" Tang Xueshan's nose was a little sour, and she hugged him and rubbed it.

"Much better. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, and the free hand stroked her hair, which smelled sweet.

The morning light shimmered, and the dark gray light shone through the thick curtains, casting a faint shadow on the furniture in the room.

Tang Xueshan pushed the door and slowly came in, walked to the head of the bed, and looked at the person on the bed, he seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, pursing his lips and biting his lip for a while.

The person in the bed of "Mommy ......" was trapped by the nightmare and shook his head desperately in a panic, as if something very painful had happened.

"One ink...... Yimo ......" Tang Xueshan couldn't bear to see him uncomfortable, and reached out to pat his cheek, "Wake up, Yimo ......"

"Mom. Jiang Yimo sat up suddenly, his eyes staring ahead in horror.

Tang Xueshan observed his expression, a little worried, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yimo looked very tired, he rubbed his eyebrows, supported his forehead with his palms, and whispered, "I always dreamed last night, and I had to sleep well." ”

"What did you dream about?"

"Dreaming of a child, it's like a movie replay, jumping from one clip to another, bits and pieces, it's all about my mother......" His voice sounded a little hoarse.

Tang Xueshan's heart touched when she heard the mention of his mother, and she lifted Jiang Yimo's head and put it on her lap.

Tang Xueshan looked down at him and said softly, "Yimo, do you miss your mother?"

"Hmm. He put his arms around her waist and rubbed his head in her arms, as warm as his mother's arms.

His childhood, his broken family, all the darkness and light inside him, no one will ever know him as well as she does.

She is the only person he can trust, he can show his weakness in front of her, and when he is sad, he has no scruples to hug her and cry. Every time he was in her arms, he felt that the world was extraordinarily quiet for a moment.

Tang Xueshan looked at Jiang Yimo who was nestled in her arms like a child, she was very distressed, smoothed his back, and rubbed his black and soft hair.