When Ye Zhichen changed his clothes and rushed out, there was no longer her in the house.

When I was changing clothes, I imagined that maybe she was sitting at the dining table, looking out the window, eating leisurely and waiting for him.

In the end, I thought too much about it.

Her belongings on the coffee table had been taken, and the pink slippers had been put back on the shoe rack.

Everything was back to square one, and there was no longer her breath here, as if all it was his delusion.

Moved his feet and sat on the chair by the dining table.

The omelette is no longer warm.

There were only eggs and noodles left at home, and I was afraid that she would be hungry, so I prepared an omelette first.

In the past three years, he has fried eggs countless times, and he has beaten eggs very casually, but when he actually made it for her, he hesitated, thinking about how much oil in his head she wouldn't feel tired, and how cooked the eggs were to be fried is what she liked?

He didn't know any of this, he didn't know, he used to just like to watch her back when she cooked, and he waited for her stupidly for three years, so sure of love, and in the end, he didn't even know how much hard-boiled eggs she liked to eat.

After a long time, he slowly stood up and walked into the kitchen.

In the microwave was the milk that had already jumped, and in the pot was the noodles that he had stopped the fire.

I took out the milk, the white and fragrant milk, looked up, and drank it all in one go.

When I took off the lid of the pot, the noodles were completely swelled, half a pot, and there was not even a little soup.

He took a bowl, walked to the table with the pot, and sat down.

That day, Ye Zhichen ate half a pot of noodles almost with swallowing, washed the dishes, wiped his hands, and went out with his coat.

Lan Xianshu made a call to Shen Zhiqiu when she got in the car, and she didn't say much, that is, she had already gone back, and all of them would be talked about when she went back.

When he returned to the restaurant, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Shen Zhiqiu was sitting at the table closest to the door of the restaurant, surrounded by Lan Ruohao, who was almost asleep.

Pushing open the door, Shen Zhiqiu put down the cup in his hand, and his voice was faint and he couldn't hear the emotion, "Come and sit." ”

There were four chairs on the table, Shen Zhiqiu and Lan Ruohao were on one side, and Lan Xianshu pulled out the chair and sat opposite her.

"Actually, Zhuang Luofei has already told us."

Lan Xianshu raised her eyes to look at her and didn't speak.

Sigh, "You still think he's going to be with him, aren't you?" ”

Shen Zhiqiu was helpless, more of a compromise, "Shu'er, if you still think about him, just stay with him." ”

Even if she complains and dislikes him a lot, she is still willing to fulfill them and watch them happy.

Shaking his head, he didn't speak, Lan Xianshu just shook his head.

Sighing, stretching out his hand to grab her, Shen Zhiqiu's voice was low, "Shu'er, try to forget those, and then go and be with him, you can, really, believe Mommy......"

Still shaking his head.

Shen Zhiqiu was helpless, "Then I'll ask him, if that's the case, then after that, he is still willing to ......"

"Mommy!" Her sudden scream directly interrupted Shen Zhiqiu.

Lan Ruohao, who was on the other side, opened her eyes and looked at her with a heavy gaze.

"Don't tell, don't tell her."

Her voice was so low that she almost cried.

Shen Zhiqiu shook his head, grabbed her hand and tightened it a little more, "Trust Mommy, he won't care, if he loves you, he won't care......"

Won't care.

She knew that after deciding to be with her, with his character, he had already prepared for the worst, but ......

Just because he doesn't care doesn't mean she doesn't.