This is probably the real her, right? Free, confident, with a bit of foreign spirit.

Qin Youchen thought about it, looked at Zhao Ji, who was already standing in front of him, and said with a smile: "It seems that my wife is actually more suitable for wearing foreign clothes, you are very foreign." ”

Zhao Ji ignored him, but looked at Zhao Neng, who had been standing silently aside: "Uncle Neng, can you please help Youchen prepare a set of clean clothes?" ”

She called it so smoothly that it even made others feel indescribably intimate. But Qin Youchen listened to it in his ears, but he didn't think much about it, he knew very well that Zhao Ji didn't really call him like this, and it was impossible for him to really be intimate.

The door of the bathroom was closed, and the sound of rushing water kept coming, Baocui glanced at the direction of the bathroom, and secretly said to Zhao Ji: "Miss, why did you call him so smoothly just now?" I almost thought you had been in love for years. ”

"It's not that exaggerated." Zhao Jizheng looked down at an old foreign language dictionary, and said lightly: "Sometimes a smooth name does not mean that you are really close, and sometimes, not being able to say it does not mean that you are not close." ”

As she spoke, she took out an old yellowed photograph from the page, and with sorrow in her eyes, she said, "Some names are in the mouth, and some are in the heart." But there are some names that I would rather be in my heart than not. ”

Bao Cui didn't need to look at it to know which photo it was, and there was nothing else in the foreign dictionary except for that photo. I couldn't help but raise my eyes to look at the paintings hanging on the wall, all of them were Zhao Ji in a dress, almost every painting on her was with a happy and sweet smile, and her eyes were full of brilliance with a smile. The young lady was so happy at that time. It's a pity that today's young lady-

Alas. Although it is said that returning to Zhao's house is very happy, but Baocui would rather not come back many times, because as soon as he comes back, Zhao Ji will see this room full of things, see things and think about people, isn't it more painful?

"Miss...... Why don't you move these things out of the city? Even if you don't throw it away, it's good to put it away. It's so uncomfortable to look at it like this......" Bao Cui whispered, her tone full of distress.

Yes, Bao Cui is right, throw it away, out of sight is clean, maybe it will be better. But is that really the case? Married into the Qin family, she didn't bring any of these things related to him, she didn't think the same, and she didn't see everything clearly, if she could really forget it, why should she mind if these things were there or not?

She was just uncomfortable, unspeakably uncomfortable. As painful as she was to look at these things, she preferred to look at them, and even felt that it would be more comfortable, or at least feel at ease, as if he were still there.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly. What kind of contradiction is this, I want to forget but I am reluctant to forget, I want to forget but I am afraid to forget, it will hurt but I would rather hurt. It's really self-inflicted.

"Miss?" Seeing that she was just smiling strangely, Bao Cui called to her in confusion: "Miss, what are you thinking?" ”

Zhao Ji glanced up at her and shook his head slightly: "It's nothing." You take down those clothes first and let Zhang's mother wash them. ”

As soon as Bao Cui left, the whole room fell silent, and nothing could be heard except for the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. As a result, people's hearts become more still, so quiet that it is easy to deviate from the track and think too much.

She grabbed the photo in her hand, looked at the oil paintings of herself all over the wall, remembered the bits and pieces she had been with that person, and remembered the look he had when he had painted himself seriously one by one.

"Do you know the way? You make me so miserable. She muttered to herself that since that day, she had never dared to call him by his name again, and felt that as soon as she called that name, her heart would ache violently. That name is like a wound that is always alive, as long as you don't touch it, although it hurts, it doesn't hurt too sharply. She didn't want to suffer the unprovoked pain in her heart anymore.

It's just that I still cry, and I cry when I think about it. She thought angrily, feeling very unlucky. Tears also fell more out of proportion, but there was no sound. As long as she doesn't speak, she cries without a sound, just shedding tears.

When Qin Youchen came out of the shower, what he saw was that she was crying silently.