Chapter 221: Illusion

"Hey, Xiao Wang, why are you asleep here? Beware of the cold, it's December......"

The hearty call was accompanied by a slight shaking, waking Wang Qizhong from his sleep. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info is the smiling face of a kind middle-aged fat man.

"Uh...... I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, maybe I didn't rest well, so I was confused when I got here. ā€

Wang Qi embarrassedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up from the cash register. This Uncle Wang is the owner of this small supermarket and the owner of his own temporary work. Uncle Wang's full name is Wang Jianping, and he had some friendship with his father when he was young, so Wang Qi has been helping out in his shop during college.

"Well, don't make yourself too hard. You're still a student, and your main task is to study, so it's almost the end of the semester at this time, so I think you'll take a vacation for a while and go back to tutoring. Don't worry, I won't lose any of your wages here. ā€

Wang Jianping smiled and patted Wang Qi's shoulder, took out his wallet from his arms, opened it, ordered a small stack of banknotes and took it out, handed it to Wang Qi and said, "Oh, today is also the end of the month, this is this month's salary, take it well, go back and eat a few good meals for yourself, and make up for yourself." ā€

"Thank you, Uncle Wang."

Wang Qi took the money with a smile and thanked Wang Jianping respectfully, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, I haven't delayed studying there, since I have taken your salary, I will definitely take the time to come over to help you." ā€

"You're just too stubborn, and you're as virtuous as your father."

Wang Jianping also smiled and tapped his forehead with his finger, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, "Okay, it's time to close here, you pack up and go back early, it's cold weather, don't catch a cold on the road." ā€

"Well, got it. Goodbye Uncle Wang. ā€

packed his backpack and stepped out of the door of the small supermarket, and the cold night wind made Wang Qi shiver. In winter, although Anguang City also belongs to the south, the humid climate makes the winter here still extremely cold.

"Wang Qi—"

As soon as he took two steps, a familiar and soft female voice came from across the road, Wang Qi looked up and saw that Zhao Yuxin, who was wearing a goose yellow down jacket, was standing under the street lamp not far away, waving his hand to this side.

"Ah, Yuxin, why are you here?"

Wang Qi hurriedly stepped up, pinched the girl's cold little hand, and covered it in his palm with some distress.

"By the way, it's late for self-study tonight, so I'll pick you up on the way."

Zhao Yuxin smiled sweetly, her eyes narrowed into a beautiful crescent shape, she stuffed the bag in her hand into Wang Qi's hand, and then habitually took his arm, "On the way over just now, I weighed some meat, can I go back and make fried noodles for you?" ā€

"Yes, of course yes, I haven't even eaten dinner yet, and besides, I like to eat Yuxin's fried noodles the most!"

Wang Qi smirked. Although Zhao Yuxin also grew up in Anguang City, her ancestral home is in Beijing, so she makes quite good noodles. Living with her, even Wang Qi, an authentic southerner, has changed his taste.

Holding the arms of the beloved girl, they walked together on the way back to the rented cottage, as if the cold night wind was no longer so cold. The cheerful laughter and refreshing fragrance made Wang Qi's heart feel a trace of long-lost warmth.

Wait a minute! Why do you use the word "long gone"?

Wang Qi's footsteps were suffocated, and he stopped abruptly, Zhao Yuxin beside him was caught off guard, and was almost stumbled by him, and couldn't help but sneer: "Husband, what are you doing?" Is there anything else left in the store? ā€

When the two were alone, Yu Xin used to call Wang Qi's husband directly, saying that it was more like a family. However, this husband called Wang Qi's heart again.

Indeed, there is indeed a feeling of being absent for a long time!

Why do you feel a strangeness that you haven't encountered in a long time? I seem to have forgotten something important......

He remembered a strange dream he had on the counter before, the scene in the dream had become blurred, he only remembered that many people had died, and there were man-eating monsters everywhere, but he didn't seem to be attacked by those monsters, and he was anxiously looking for something......

What is it? Why can't I remember? But you feel like you have to think about it?

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? ā€

Seeing that Wang Qi's brows were getting tighter and tighter, Zhao Yuxin on the side asked with some concern, and even stood on tiptoe and touched Wang Qi's forehead, trying to judge whether he had any signs of fever.

"Uh, it's okay, hehe, it looks like something was left in the store. But it doesn't matter, just pick it up tomorrow. ā€

Wang Qi came back to his senses and didn't want Zhao Yuxin to worry about him, so he smiled and casually found an excuse to expose it.

The house rented by the two is not big, with one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom and one kitchen. However, as two young people living together, it doesn't feel small. Because the compact space can bring the warmth of home to the two of them.

After Wang Qi got home, he took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower, while Zhao Yuxin was busy in the kitchen to make dinner. The TV in the living room is on, and there is a certain love soap opera, but no one is watching it for a while, so it makes a sound on its own, just to make the room seem more lively.

After taking a bath, the fragrant and hot jajangmyeon noodles were also served on the table, and the small plate next to it still contained the braised vegetables that I didn't finish yesterday.

I have to say that Zhao Yuxin's craftsmanship is quite good, and the smell of this authentic fried sauce noodle is already appetizing. Wang Qi took the chopsticks, picked up a large handful, and stuffed them into his mouth.

But in the next second, his smile suddenly froze on his face, and he forgot to chew the noodles in his mouth.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious? ā€

Zhao Yuxin, who was on the other side, also tasted it suspiciously, and then nodded to himself, "It's very good." ā€

"It's delicious, of course it's delicious, the noodles made by my Yuxin are the best......"

Wang Qi's frozen expression softened slightly, and he swallowed the noodles in his mouth after a few movements of his cheeks, and then took a big bite of the noodle bowl.

After dinner, the two snuggled up on the sofa and watched TV as usual, to be honest, there were no interesting programs at all at this time, except for love soap operas, which were thunderous dramas of the Anti-Japanese War.

Time passed quickly, and the old-fashioned clock in the living room struck eleven o'clock. Zhao Yuxin hugged Wang Qi, who had been absent-minded since the meal, and put her lips to his ear with a blushing face and whispered:

"Husband, I want to, today I am in the safe period, you can not use TT's Oh......"

(To be continued.) )