Two days passed. Shen Qingjia still didn't open Wen Zi's love letter to herself. She didn't hesitate, and many times decided to open it and take a look, but when she thought that it was all clichés, she felt that it was a waste of time to read it. But she didn't dare to throw it in the trash. So she decided to pretend to help her mother light the fire at lunchtime, and then took the opportunity to throw the letter into the fire. She was going to see it turn into a pile of ashes with her own eyes, so she wouldn't be foolproof.

It's just that the plan can't keep up with the change.

It was raining today, and Shen Chi didn't go out to work, so he started cooking as soon as it was time to prepare lunch. Shen Chimei said that his cooking skills are better than constant temperature, so he has to show his skills. In fact, it's not that she feels distressed that she has never had a day off, and she has never had a day off on a rare rainy day. Shen Chi was really a silent and forbearant man. Rather than ethereal words, he hopes to prove everything with practical actions. The constant temperature didn't really wait for dinner, she lit the fire under the stove and helped Shen Chi help. The two of them talked about some parents' shortcomings without beginning or end, did they all show a relieved smile.

Shen Qingjia likes such days. Just like in the deep forest, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the flowing water is murmuring, clear and translucent.

Shen Qingjia stood at the door like that, looking at her parents.

Whether it's chopping vegetables or stir-frying, Dad is very smooth in operation, and she thinks that in the years she didn't know, Dad was also an all-round person like Mom. Maybe when he was very young, he would have to start his own home and become a little adult. Maybe it was my father's fine character that made my mother feel at ease to marry him. Thinking like this, the smile on Shen Qingjia's face gradually became stronger, and she was intoxicated with such a beautiful imagination.

If Shen Chi hadn't called her, she would have forgotten her main purpose in the kitchen (to burn this damn love letter).

"Shen Qingjia, why are you confused by yourself?"

"Qingjia? Why don't you read a book for a while. What's the matter with you? Heng Wen's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw the kraft paper envelope in Shen Qingjia's hand.

"I'm not in a daze. I don't want this. Burn it. Shen Qingjia pretended to be calm and walked into the kitchen quickly. She came to the stove, and she threw the envelope into it like she wished she did. Unfortunately, the envelope was face up, so Shen Qingjia was extremely sure that her mother saw and recognized the words on the envelope - even if Heng Wen had told Shen Qingjia that she hadn't even finished elementary school at that time due to family reasons, a mother would recognize her daughter's name 100%.

Shen Qingjia watched as the red flames gradually devoured the black text on the envelope, and finally the envelope became a silver-gray color, and when it was just burned, it still maintained the form of a complete envelope, and the next second it was scattered and officially turned into a pile of ashes. If you hadn't seen it, no one would have guessed that it would be a love letter.

It was only a matter of a moment that the letter was burned. But Shen Qingjia still stood under the stove for a few more minutes. She knew that her mother had seen it, and she knew that her mother must have something to ask her, so she was not prepared to run away. She thought that even if her mother asked herself in front of her father, she would have nothing to fear, because she didn't even look at it, she just burned it. But even though she was so relieved, she was still uneasy and full of guilt. She didn't know why. Maybe because she didn't know, she was still here, motionless. She seemed to be waiting for a doomsday judgment that was not yet coming, Shen Qingjia's heart was beating so hard that she thought her heart was about to jump out of her chest several times.