Boiled water

A crisp phone call interrupted Qu Fang's memories. It was an unfamiliar number. Qu Fang didn't answer it. Looking out of the window, night had fallen, and he realized that he had been wandering for a whole afternoon.Since the birthday party last month, Qu Fang has been preoccupied, and his assistant kindly put off all the evening parties, maybe a good night's sleep can relieve his worries.On the way home, Qu Fang called Jiang Zhao, but he didn't answer, and returned a text message after 2 minutes: We are still at dinner, don't wait for me.

It's really hard to wait for your lover.Qu Fang didn't turn on the light, and sat alone on the sofa, thinking about whether Jiang Zhao was as restless as he is today in those days four years ago. According to his temper, he might not be able to sleep peacefully for a whole week... Thinking of this , Qu Fang felt a little bit late.He went to the antique shelf and picked up a frame with fragments of porcelain stuck inside, like some kind of artwork, but it was actually a porcelain vase that was broken during a quarrel. The assistant collected the fragments and made it like this, and placed it at the end The conspicuous position is euphemistically called "reminder".