The president is committing suicide

When Ding Jiaying came back, Shen Cong's hurt and aggrieved face always appeared in her mind.

On the other side of the video, Xiao Mimi laughed like a flock of crows flying over: "You're done."

"What's wrong with me?"

Sitting by the Seine River enjoying the breeze, Xiao Mimi took a sip of wine and said, "A woman who is free from all worries is the most free and unrestrained, but when she starts to feel sorry for a man, she will be dragged down by him."

Ding Jiaying lay on the bed and said, "You are just scaremongering. You don't even have a boyfriend, what's the point of saying this?"

Xiao Mimi raised the corners of her mouth and lowered her head to hide the emotions in her eyes: "Who said there weren't any? There were more than two dozen. It's just that you don't remember them now."

Ding Jiaying hasn't experienced anything serious yet, and although she sensed something unusual, she couldn't grasp the direction of that little bit of emotion.

"what happened to you?"

"It's nothing, I just want to remind you. If you don't intend to be heartbroken, it's best to never think about the past or bring up old issues. Just move on." Xiao Mimi hopes that she will be happy and not think too much.

Ding Jiaying didn't understand what was going on, but was she really going to move forward? Was she really going to follow her heart and go to Shen Cong?

It was clear that he didn't plan to do anything and didn't plan to stay in the Shen family for long.

I always feel that I should be more mature and make this boy, who is five years younger than me, wake up from his dream and understand that the person he wants is no longer there.

A car accident is a car accident, and amnesia is amnesia. When a car accident and amnesia are put together, it seems like someone is destined to be lost.

The two of them talked a lot, chattering away, and before they knew it, they fell asleep.

He regretted that the sound insulation was too good. The sounds from next door could not be heard clearly. Shen Cong, lying on the bed, could only feel that the faint sounds seemed to become calmer.

Now she was beside him, behind a wall, the two of them, head to head, in a house that belonged only to them. No one else, no injuries, nothing else.

Shen Cong could still feel that this was just a small episode in a happy life, just that occasionally she would be angry and not allow him to enter the room. As long as he was patient and as long as he stayed still, she would forgive him late at night.

He told himself not to worry, just close his eyes and go to sleep. Everything will be fine, everything will be fine.

When the next day came, Aying and I sat at the dining table, and the sunlight was as soft as a veil covering her body.

In a trance, Shen Cong couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.

It doesn't matter which one it is, as long as she is there.

Ding Jiaying was very surprised that Shen Cong did not go to work today and had the leisure to have breakfast with her at this time.

But yesterday's conversation made her realize that forcing him to accept that she was not that Ding Jiaying was both unrealistic and cruel.

The two of them tacitly understood each other and didn't say anything more. They had a quiet and peaceful breakfast.

Suddenly I remembered a picture book I read a long time ago, which said what is love? Love is eating many, many meals together.

I didn’t feel that way when I watched it, but now I think it’s really love.

Because eating together seems to be a very common thing. But you have to have time and care about this person to show up at the table at a time that you don't usually show up. Whatever is on the table is to your taste.

Two people can eat together, or can remember what each other likes to eat, and feel happy in their hearts.

You can talk while eating, chat together, or even just sit quietly and enjoy the joy.

If you feel awkward and uncomfortable when you eat together, and just want to end it as soon as possible, you probably won't want to eat together. And naturally, you won't eat many meals together.

The principle of love and not love is so simple, it is in a picture book that even a three-year-old child can read.

After dinner, Shen Cong asked Ding Jiaying what she wanted to do.

Thinking about the strange things that happened in the park yesterday, Ding Jiaying decided not to go out until her legs and feet recovered. It would be troublesome if she ran into any bad guys.

"The weather forecast says it's going to rain, so I'd better stay home and read a book or watch TV series."

Shen Cong glanced at the sunlight outside the window and said, "Then let's go to the study and read a book together. Anyway, I have nothing to do today, so I can accompany you."

Ding Jiaying has become accustomed to making all the spaces in this villa larger, but this study is quite interesting, like a secret room maze, full of twists and turns.

However, the view from the reading seat by the window is so quiet and beautiful. The deserted path is covered with lush trees and leaves of various colors, and a corner of the lake is faintly visible.

The wind blew, and the leaves greeted each other. The sun passed over the top of the branches and jumped into Ding Jiaying's arms, making her whole body warm.

There is heating in the room, but as long as the sun is out, my mood is like turned over soil, and all the moisture will be dried out.

"You haven't finished reading this book yet. I don't know if you like it now."

Shen Cong handed over a detective novel, And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.

This is not the book I liked during college, but Murder on the Orient Express. I also liked the movie.

When I'm alone outside, I can't read anything very profound, and love stories are a bit too boring. This kind of novel that requires a little brainpower but is not too tiring is my favorite.

If you don't understand it the first time, just read it twice.

I didn't expect that after so many years, I still like watching this.

Ding Jiaying took the book. It was a new book, and the corner showed that the protagonists had just arrived on the island.

"I love so much."

Shen Cong also took a book and sat down on the sofa opposite her.

Ding Jiaying glanced at the cover. German? Spanish? It wasn't English because she couldn't understand it.

"What is this?" Driven by curiosity, she couldn't help but ask.

"Three bodies."

Sci-fi?

"The one written by Liu Cixin?" I really didn't expect that a president who looks so serious would actually read such an irrelevant book.

"Scientists actually need people with great imagination. Mediocre test-takers won't come up with anything new in their thinking," Shen Cong explained.

"Then why don't you read the Chinese version? The original book is written in Chinese."

"I'll just take a look at the different versions of the translation to see what the different understandings of this are in different countries." Shen Cong said as he took out several versions in different languages ​​and placed them in front of Ding Jiaying.

Ding Jiaying turned her head and looked at the various books on the bookshelf whose titles she could understand but whose contents she could not understand. She suddenly felt that reading books whose contents she could understand but whose language she could not understand might really be a kind of relaxation.

The academic master’s way of leisure is really special.

"If you're interested, I can tell you."

You are so considerate.

Ding Jiaying shook her head and said that mortals like us should just stay in our own comfort zone.