In the carefully decorated room, I don't know when the melodious and romantic music of the violin slowly floated.

Every note hit the deepest soul in Qian Xiaomo's heart.

She remained silent and did not clear her thoughts, and the suffocating air enveloped her more and more irritably.

If it hadn't been for what Xia Qin said to her before, maybe Qian Xiaomo would have been moved to tears by now.

But no matter whether this "if" exists or not, even if it is really moving, or it is the current boredom, in such a feeling, Qian Xiaomo still can't find any taste of "love".

"Do you like it?"

Jian Nian stepped forward and took Qian Xiaomo's hand, her hand became colder and colder, he held her hand and sighed hotly, and at the same time raised his eyes to look at Qian Xiaomo, his eyes were cautious, but full of love that was about to overflow.

Qian Xiaomo didn't answer, because she didn't know how to answer.

Like? Dislike?

Fortunately, Jian Nian didn't force her to answer, and always stared at her eyes with a light smile.

"This is our new beginning." He said solemnly, "The creation of zào belongs to the beginning of new memories we all share. ”

Begin? New memories together?

Qian Xiaomo silently chewed these words in her heart, wondering, why didn't she feel excited and joyful at all?

“…… I ......"

For a long time, Qian Xiaomo snorted the corners of her mouth, holding back a lot of words in her throat and eyes, but she couldn't say anything.

"I don't need your affection or gratitude." Jian Nian raised her hand and scraped the bridge of Qian Xiaomo's nose, raised the corners of her lips and sketched a meaningful smile, "What I want is your love." ”

“……”

"I'm not forcing you to think about our past, you have to think about what we have been through, I just want it, the present and the future. I want you, live happily and happily, and continue to walk hand in hand with me. ”

Qian Xiaomo didn't know how to answer.

"I know this is not in a hurry, but fortunately we still have a lot of time." Jian Nian raised her voice slightly, smiled lightly, and muttered with a slightly coquettish tone that can only be found between lovers, "As long as you are willing to give me this opportunity, I will use time to prove every word I say now, to prove that you believe in me, and you will definitely not be wrong!" ”

Qian Xiaomo met his gaze, as if there was a fire burning in her heart.

Xia Qin's words, Jian Nian's words.

She really couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't figure out who to trust anymore.

At the end of the song, the room was deadly silent, and there was a feeling that the air could not flow.

"Hungry, aren't you?"

Jian Nian changed the topic, took Qian Xiaomo's hand forward, and then moved the dining chair in front of her back lightly by half a pace, turned around, smiled lightly, and motioned for Qian Xiaomo to step forward and sit down, "Please take a seat, my lady!" ”

Qian Xiaomo didn't refuse, no, she was completely unaware of what her brain and body were doing, she was now in a completely wooden state. Just listened to Jian Nian's words and did so, although her heart was still confused, but her body was honestly dominated by emotion.

It's scary. Qian Xiaomo reminded herself in her heart that she has no offensive power and no defense power now.

She shouldn't have believed Jian Nian's so lightly, and she shouldn't have believed Xia Qin's words.

Instead, she should question every word they uttered.

Qian Xiaomo frowned, and her confused and empty eyes became more and more shrouded in thick fog.

"Mob? Momo...... Little foam ......"

Jian Nian called softly, but Qian Xiaomo didn't react at all.

Jian Nian worriedly raised her hand and put her arm around her thin shoulder, and took her into her arms.

Qian Xiaomo woke up in shock, but the masculine aura had already wrapped her, she tried to raise her hand to push Jian Nian away, but in the end, her hands stopped in mid-air with hesitation.

"What are you thinking about, so forgetful?"

"Nope. I...... I'm just thinking about what's going to be good in the future. Qian Xiaomo prevaricated, smiling bitterly.

Jian Nian shallowly hooked the corners of her lips, as if she had already understood it, but she ignored the deep meaning in Qian Xiaomo's smile.

"You're still the same as before, you only know how to eat!" Jian Nian stared into Qian Xiaomo's eyes and smiled proudly, "I promise I won't let you down!" Come...... It's all your favorite food before, I don't know if it still suits your taste now...... If it's not tasty, don't force it ......."

Previously, favorites?

Is it?

Qian Xiaomo was suspicious in her heart, but she couldn't wait to look at the table.

Will this dinner allow her to retrieve a fragment of her memory?

Jian Nian snapped her fingers.

Someone came in with a food cart, a starter, an appetizer, foie gras.

And a bottle of wine.

"This is a wine produced in 1945 at the Château Mouton Rothhilde in Bordeaux."

Qian Xiaomo didn't know how to taste wine, and looked at Jian Nian with wide eyes, the scarlet liquid in the wine glass in his hand shone in the candlelight, reflecting Qian Xiaomo's fair cheeks and finally having a faint moisturized color. Seeing that Jian Nian was distracted for a moment, he forgot what he was doing and what he was about to say.

"Are you curious, why am I saying this?"

"Hmm."

"Remember when I told you that at our company's annual meeting, you once spilled wine on my dress?"

Qian Xiaomo nodded, staring at herself on the wine glass, so hazy.

"When you bumped into me, I was holding this bottle of wine."

Qian Xiaomo's eyes suddenly widened slightly, and her eyes became focused when she looked at the glass of wine in her hand, and she had a slight subtle feeling, but Qian Xiaomo frowned, and she still had no way to think of anything. Now her feelings are completely strange.

Jian Nian talked about a lot of past events from time to time, so small that she even knew what clothes Qian Xiaomo was wearing and what earrings she was wearing at that time.

Qian Xiaomo sketched along the language of Jian Nian in her mind, although the background of the picture could not be imaged, but the appearance of herself dressed up in her mind was still a little faint memory, very faint, like the mist in the mountains in the early morning, she could feel that she had been dressed like this, but she didn't remember where and why.

Could it be that what Jian Nian said is true?

When Qian Xiaomo was still confused, two plates of French onion soup were also served on the table.

"Tonight's chef is specially invited from France."

"There is no need for this......"

Qian Xiaomo was telling the truth.

"Because you like France the most, you like France very much." Jian Nian smiled firmly.

Qian Xiaomo paused, no one, not even herself, didn't notice it, at that moment, there was a pause of two or three seconds, and the movement of the left fork and the right knife was indeed frozen.

"France? Why France? ”

"Nature is another story we have experienced together......"

Jian Nian raised the wine glass in his hand and took a sip, it was indeed just a "story" of a story, which he told it eloquently.

Qian Xiaomo listened very carefully and recalled very seriously, and in the end, when the story ended, she really just felt that she had listened to a story.

It has nothing to do with her at all, she's just a bystander.

Qian Xiaomo was always silent, and she didn't eat much French food on the plate, would this kind of taste actually be what she liked?

"I'll go to the bathroom and I'll be right back."

"Hmm."

Qian Xiaomo looked at Jian Nian's back, like some kind of magic power, so that she couldn't take her eyes off.

Why was she so impressed by this back?

In the version of the story that Jian Nian recalled, isn't there any detail about the back?

Is the girl in the story really herself?

That girl who loves to eat and play, is simple and kind-minded, and forbearant and strong, is she really her?

Is she as perfect as Jane Nian said she was?

Qian Xiaomo was very skeptical, but what the man in front of her did was not like hypocrisy, let alone acting on the spot.

She could see his sincerity and enthusiasm, and she could feel his care and consideration for her.

So, is Jian Nian really her boyfriend?

Are they a couple who are intimate and envied by everyone?

The more Qian Xiaomo thought about it, the more confused she became, the more she thought about it, the more bored she became, the temperature of the candle and the flickering of the lights made her feel irritable!

Instead, she got up and left the table and paced to the window to get some fresh air, so she opened it.

Outside the window, the winter wind blew unscrupulously on the bare branches, leaving invisible scars on the trunk like a spur. The wind here is very cold, but I don't know why, Qian Xiaomo, who is standing in front of the window, has black hair dancing in the wind, but she can't feel the slightest cold chill.

If she still had a little normal human body temperature, then she would definitely not be able to stand it, but now she is afraid that it will be colder than this winter wind. There was not the slightest warmth in her skin, nor was there any warmth in her beating heart, she stood in front of the window, letting the winter wind rage, she was the big tree outside the window, indifferent.

Qian Xiaomo was silently in a daze, completely unaware of what was happening behind her.

A dark shadow floated silently out of the corner, slowly approaching the table.

The candle flame at the table flickered half-brightly and half-dimly on his cheek, it was a burly man, but his steps were extraordinarily light, so light that it was like a gust of wind, and no one would notice his existence.

He stood at the table unscrupulously, his eyes as cold as a knife, and the corners of his lips that were slanted up like blades flashed with the chill of death. He held a glass vial in his hand, which contained a yellow liquid, and as he went, the liquid slowly fell with his steps, spilling a trail that was impossible to distinguish in the dark.

Then, almost in the blink of an eye, before the wind had yet to set, the candlesticks on the table suddenly fell without warning......

The flaming candle flame began to dance with the wind, as if it had finally been freed!

Qian Xiaomo was still standing in front of the window unaware, the candle flame fell to the ground, and immediately followed the trajectory of the gasoline, boom, and it burned!

When Qian Xiaomo felt that something was wrong and turned around, it was already too late......

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