CHAPTER XLV

"Going to the Soup and Fire" / Call me Meow

In my life, the most feared thing is not being able to meet someone who makes you have the urge to go to the soup.

"Yao Qian, I respect you. This name, this identity, I can accept it. Chen Ziang held Yao Qian's hand, looked into her eyes, and said to her very seriously: "Give me a chance, I will work hard to let you get the happiness you deserve." ”

Happiness is so far and so close to many people.

Yao Qian twitched his hand, but he didn't succeed in withdrawing his hand from him, "Can't go back, Chen Ziang, we can't go back." ”

"It's your own idea." He refuted her.

"Do you think it's as simple as seven years between us?" Yao Qian snorted, sucking back the tears that welled up in her eyes, her face flushed, "You are such a smart person, how can you be so naïve?" Chen Ziang, even if I hadn't broken up with you back then, we wouldn't have gone far. ”

At that time, they quarreled from time to time, again and again endlessly. It's like two children, they always have to fight to win or lose. She has always been the one who lost, and she has always been the one who apologized.

His lips were closed, not wanting to continue the conversation with her.

"I'm sorry, I failed you." All she could hear was the sound of her own rapid breathing.

He didn't speak, just remained silent. Whenever he made up his mind, he remained silent. Yao Qian glanced at the bottomless eyes again, turned around and sat in the taxi.

For the next week, Yao Qian went to work as usual, the only difference was the flowers that were placed on her desk every morning. It was another 36 purple roses in exquisite packaging, Yao Qian habitually glanced at the flowers on the table, and took out a small card from it. Set the bouquet aside casually and open the card.

On the square-cut card, there is only one signature. The familiar font appeared in front of me, with only three words. Imagine that he used his slender and good-looking left hand, leaning on the copy, writing these three words one by one.

"Chen Ziang." Just when Yao Qian lost her mind, Xu Ruyun had already entered the studio, walked behind her, and glanced at the signature on the card openly.

The sound was not small, but fortunately there were not many people in the studio, Yao Qian secretly took a breath of cold air, folded the card and threw it into the pen holder on the side. His hands were propped up on the table, blocking Xu Ruyun's view, "Sister Xu, I came to work so early today." ”

Xu Ruyun sneered and looked at her with bad intentions, "Ah Qian, to be honest, Chen is always not pursuing you?" ”

"Nope." Yao Qian denied it, and her eyes were already a little sloppy.

Xu Ruyun looked incredulous, and her colleagues clocked in to work one after another. A few sharp-eyed ones immediately gathered around and gossiped.

Colleague Xiao Wang put on Xu Ruyun's shoulder and asked with a smile: "Coriander, are you in love?" ”

Sister Yan, who was sitting next to Yao Qian, also turned her chair and joined the gossip team, "I think so, otherwise people will send flowers every day?" ”

"Purple Rose, do you know what the language of flowers is?" A colleague simply walked out of the crowd and sat directly on Yao Qian's table.

Xu Ruyun raised her eyebrows, "Let's hear it." ”

"Don't listen to her nonsense, I don't know where it came from." Sister Yan has been working in the studio for the longest time and is also the oldest, her daughter is in middle school, and she has more social experience than any of them. For men, she has her own set of opinions, direct and incisive, "What man will have the heart to see any flower language now, they are all paid to buy ready-made." ”

Hearing her say this, the colleague disagreed, and analyzed matter-of-factly: "I saw it from a men's magazine, and you all know that the content of men's magazines is more connotative." The flower language of the purple rose is, you are close to me because you are in my heart; You are far away from me, because you are an angel who has come to the mortal world. ”

When they said this, Yao Qian had already squeezed out of them with the bouquet of flowers. Walked outside the studio, shook his hand slightly, and the bouquet of flowers fell vertically into the trash.

Chen Ziang, you are very close to me because you are in my heart.

Yao Qian smiled bitterly, a person appeared in her blurred vision, she bent down to pick up the bouquet of flowers from the trash can, turned around and said to her: "Aqian, since you are reluctant, why do you want to throw it away?" ”

Looking at the incomparably beautiful flowers in Xu Ruyun's hand, Yao Qian's heart trembled slightly, and said, "I'm not reluctant. ”

"The flowers you threw away these days were all given by Chen Ziang, right?" Xu Ruyun said, "If you are willing, you will not stand here for so long every time you throw away the flowers." From the first bouquet of flowers, you will first look at the cards placed in the flowers. ”

It turned out that he behaved so obviously that even Xu Ruyun, who had always been careless, could see it.

The first bouquet of flowers sent by Chen Ziang, Yao Qian saw a sentence on the card, "My name is Chen Ziang, and I have the same name as the poet of the Tang Dynasty." ”

A few strokes, but in her heart ups and downs, she couldn't calm down for a long time. I remember the first time we met, she wrote her name on a blank piece of paper over and over again and handed it to him over and over again. She walked up to him and told him, "My name is Shen Bai. You know Shen Congwen, I have the same surname as him, white is white. ”

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he is doing the same thing.

Except for the first card, every day after that, each card has only three words. It was his name, a vigorous handwriting, she had become accustomed to, but always looked forward to it every day. After a week, she couldn't fit a single pen in her pen holder.

Xu Ruyun stuffed the flower in his hand into Yao Qian's hand again, and said, "Take it, go back and insert it in the vase, it was bought with money, and it was a pity to lose it."

Yao Qian hugged the flowers, glanced at Xu Ruyun who turned around and went back to the studio, and thanked her in her heart for not continuing to ask.

Back in the office, Yao Qian already had a transparent vase on the table, and was puzzled when he saw Xu Ruyun smiling at him. She didn't refuse, took the vase and filled it with some water, and chose a few fresher flowers to put in.

All day at work, Yao Qian was a little distracted, and her eyes kept glancing at the roses on the table intentionally or unintentionally when she was typing on the keyboard. During this time, her phone rang several times. She didn't answer, because the caller ID is the same unfamiliar number, and the territory is City A.

She thought she was already very stubborn, but she didn't expect Chen Ziang to be even more stubborn than her, ten times and a hundred times. After the first ringing, Yao Qian set the phone to vibrate. After the second shock, Yao Qian put the phone in her bag. When the phone vibrated for the third time, Yao Qian got up and went to the pantry to pour herself a cup of coffee.

Black coffee, sugar-free.

With just a gentle sip, bitterness immediately fills the mouth. Yao Qian gulped down, only by paralyzing himself could he ignore the flowers placed at hand and the screen that kept flickering.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, she had already taken care of all the work in advance, and the mobile phone, which had been quiet for a while, vibrated again, but it was shorter than before.

It's a text message.

She opened, "I'm downstairs in your studio, can I treat you to dinner?" ”

In the afternoon, there were more pedestrians and vehicles on the street, and Yao Qian walked along the street. She hurried to the kindergarten to pick up Zigui, but what she was thinking about was how to get rid of the car that had been following the trend behind her.

She wore a mint green dress and walked steadily in high heels, the breeze gently blowing through her short hair. From behind, she looked very petite and thin. Chen Ziang drove the car very slowly, looking at the road in front of him and at the people walking. She is indeed much more resolute than Shen Bai before, and her temperament is getting tougher and tougher. She can protect herself well from being harmed, but is she good or bad for him like this?

Obviously, not good at all.

Yao Qian, like many parents, stood at the door of the kindergarten waiting for her children, and she kept looking inside the kindergarten, not daring to squint left and right, let alone turn back. The man, who was probably looking at her somewhere, could clearly feel the sad gaze he cast.

"Mom." Zigui saw Yao Qian in the crowd, and when the teacher said to disband, he trotted over and hugged Yao Qian's legs.

Yao Qian smiled slightly, immediately put all her thoughts behind, hugged her daughter and kissed her.

"Mom, today the kindergarten teacher taught us a new song, Zigui will go back and sing it to you."

"Okay."

"Also, Luo Haoxuan secretly gave Qiqi a toffee today, but he didn't give it to me, and Qiqi refused to give it to me. Zigui is very angry and doesn't even want to play with them in the future. ”

Yao Qian looked at Zigui's face bulging, and he was indeed angry. was thinking about how to educate Zigui, but saw Zigui's eyes rolling, and then looked straight behind her, and smiled happily, "Mom, I saw Uncle Supermarket." ”

Uncle Supermarket is Zigui's nickname for Chen Ziang, and he has never changed his words. Yao Qian was stunned for a moment, can she still pretend not to see? Behind him were a pair of deep, bottomless black eyes, which were staring closely at their mother and daughter.

In Zigui's struggle, Yao Qian slowly turned around. On the road in front of the kindergarten, a BMW car is parked steadily. Chen Ziang stood by the car door, looking at her with a smile all the time, his eyes were a little warm, gentle and gentle.

She stood still with Zigui in her arms, and he straightened his back and walked towards them. Stopped in front of her and stretched out two slender hands.

"Zigui, can my uncle hug you?" His voice was soft and polite, making him defenseless at all.

"Okay." Zigui nodded, looking very happy. couldn't wait to stretch out his hand, put his small hand in the big palm, and with a little force, he took Zigui out of Yao Qian's arms.

He held the child, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, "Zigui, are you doing these days?" ”

Zigui also replied sweetly: "Very good." ”

Yao Qian looked at his interaction with Zigui very unhappily, and frowned and was about to grab Zigui from him, "Chen Ziang, give me the child." ”

Her movements are a little savage, and her face is a little bad. Chen Ziang glanced at her incomprehensibly, and said without changing his face or being anxious or angry: "Let's eat together, okay?" 166 Reading Network