Love him deep into bone marrow Jian Hanfeng Chengyou

Cheng Wen is stupid most of the time, but he has always been able to understand people's words.

What Jian Qing meant was very clear.

For the last time, is this the last time he will come to him.

His gaze fell on the light blue food box in Jian Qing's hand, Cheng Wen endured the soreness in his eyes, and replied in a low voice.

"I... I've had dinner."

Jian Qing froze, her hand holding the food box stubbornly stretched out in the air, "Then...then let's keep it for tomorrow's breakfast."

"It's uncooked and can be refrigerated overnight."

"Or...if you don't want to eat it tomorrow, you can also freeze it. When you want to eat it someday, just take it out and cook it."

He talked a lot, and he was a bit noisy in the silent night.

Cheng Wen couldn't bear to refuse any more, and reached out to take it, "...Thank you."

Jian Qing smiled, "It's okay, I actually wanted to eat it myself, so I made a copy for you."

Cheng Wen noticed the white gauze wrapped around his right index finger, and said, "What's wrong with your hand?..."

Jian Qing subconsciously covered her hands back, and said with a smile, "Small injury, not serious."

Cheng Wen nodded, worried in his heart, but he couldn't bear to speak any more.

There was a long silence in the air.

Jian Qing said suddenly.

"Xiao Wen, I have to go."

Cheng Wen raised his head suddenly, his eyes showed a little helplessness, "...Where are you going?"

"I'm ready to go back to China." Jian Qing said in a low voice.

Cheng Wen couldn't hold back, his eyes turned red, "Then...then will you come again in the future?"

"I probably won't come." Jian Qing said, and then said, "...do you want me to come?"

Cheng Wen lowered his head and said nothing for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and whispered.

"I... I don't want to."

Jian Qing's eyes were full of bitterness, and he said hoarsely, "I won't bother you in the future."

"I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you these days."

"I hope you will be happy."

Cheng Wen finally lost control, and tears rolled down his cheeks. He shook his head and looked at Jian Qing, wanting to say no. See Jian Qing.

But he knew that this was unfair to Jian Qing.

Ah Qing is such a good person, there is no reason to be in pain all the time.

"We're friends……"

"Well, we are friends." Jian Qing nodded, reached out to wipe his tears, and said in a low voice.

"Don't cry, I don't know what to do when you cry, my heart hurts."

Instead, Cheng Wen cried more and more fiercely. Jian Qing didn't know what was wrong with him, and didn't dare to hug him.

"...Do you want me to go to your wedding?"

"I know you have no friends in France."

"I'll go to the wedding, as a friend."

"Don't cry..."

Cheng Wen shook his head with tears in his eyes, unable to speak a word with a sullen face.

In the past, he was the fool who always wanted Ah Qing to attend his wedding, but when he knew what liking and love were, he realized how wrong he was.

Such a request is too cruel for Jian Qing.

Cheng Wen reached out his hand to Jian Qing's chest, and said heartbreakingly, "I don't want...I don't want you to come."

"you go……"

Cheng Wen was a small one, but Jian Qing was really pushed back two steps, his Adam's apple was agitated, and his face showed pain, "I'll hug you again, okay?..."

Before Cheng Wen agreed, he hugged him tightly and whispered in Cheng Wen's ear.

"Just a little while... just a little while."

Xu Shi felt sorry for him, but Cheng Wen didn't struggle.

Jian Qing closed her eyes to feel the soft body in her arms, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

It was the last time he hugged his little fool.

When he let go, Jian Qing wiped his face, not wanting to make the last impression of himself in Cheng Wen's heart too embarrassing, he tried his best to remain a gentleman, and said goodbye to his beloved.

"Xiao Wen, goodbye."

Cheng Wen buried his head and didn't look at him, his thin shoulders kept shaking.

"Don't cry..." Jian Qing was helpless and distressed, his little fool loves to cry so much, would Dai Shengding coax him patiently like him.

It should be, otherwise Cheng Wen wouldn't like that person so much.

Cheng Wen would laugh when he teased him before, but now he couldn't coax him no matter what, so he could only apologize bluntly.

"I'm sorry, I always make you unhappy." Jian Qing said.

"Did it scare you again?"

"Anyway, you won't see me in the future...don't worry about it."

"..." Cheng Wen still didn't answer him.

"It's late, let's go in." Jian Qing said shyly.

Cheng Wen just nodded, but he still couldn't say goodbye.

He was afraid that goodbye would become never to be seen again.

If there is no goodbye, it can appear that the two have never been separated.

Cheng Wen turned around stiffly, biting his lips to prevent himself from making a sound, tears streaming down his face.

The smile on the corner of Jian Qing's mouth disappeared, her pretended strength suddenly collapsed, and she was as heartbroken as an abandoned child.

He resisted not catching up.

He promised.

To let go.

When approaching the entrance of the villa, Cheng Wen quickened his pace and entered the house. Ignoring Cheng Wei's shout, he hurried upstairs with the food box in his arms, and his destination was the window of his room.

Jian Qing's figure can be seen there.

If you run too slowly, Jian Qing will leave.

Because the action was too hasty, Cheng Wen fell on the stairs, but the food box was still well protected in his arms, his knees hurt, he got up without hesitation and rushed into the room.

The light outside was dim, and a figure could be vaguely seen standing there motionless. Jian Qing still maintained the posture when Cheng Wen left just now, showing no intention of leaving.

Cheng Wen felt a severe pain in his heart, and tremblingly touched the cold window with his fingertips, as if he could get closer to the people outside, "Ah Qing..."

"Ah Ching..."

But Jian Qing couldn't hear it.

As long as Jian Qing stood outside, Cheng Wen watched by the window. The night was dark, and suddenly it rained in the sky, falling on Jian Qing's body drop by drop, gradually soaking his hair and clothes.

"Ah Qing..." Cheng Wen cried hysterically, the knuckles of his fingers clasped on the window turned white, he wanted Jian Qing to leave, but all was in vain.

When it was close to ten o'clock, a long-haired woman holding an umbrella appeared in the rain and rushed to Jian Qing's side.

Cheng Wen knew that it was Jian Qing's mother, who should have come to take him home.

Jian Qing refused to listen to Zhang An'er's persuasion, and refused to leave. The two argued for a while, not knowing what Zhang An'er said, and finally Jian Qing was dragged away by her in silence.

Cheng Wen looked at the figure engraved in his heart, and whispered, "Ah Qing... goodbye."

When Jian Qing was completely invisible, Cheng Wen stopped crying.

The lights were not turned on in the house, Cheng Wen stood by the window for a while, and slowly slid on the ground with the food box in his arms.

He used to be very afraid of the dark, but now he kind of likes this kind of darkness, at least it makes his sadness not invisible.

He also likes this quietness.

Soon, even this luxury was broken.

There was a light knock on the door of the room, and Cheng Wei's worried voice came from outside.

"Xiao Wen, are you okay?"

Cheng Wen hugged the food box in his arms slightly, but didn't reply.

After no one responded for the third time, Cheng Wei frowned, twisted the handle, pushed the door open, and fumbled to press the switch by the wall.

Seeing Cheng Wen sitting silently on the ground, Cheng Wei Bumian felt worried, of course he knew why, sighed silently, walked up to him and knelt down.

"Xiao Wen, don't be sad."

Cheng Wen's tone was a little dazed, and he lowered his eyes and muttered, "Ah Qing...Ah Qing is gone."

"I won't be here anymore..."

"I know." Cheng Wei said gently.

"But you still have Dad, and Sheng Ding, we will always be with you."

"After you get married, you can have a lovely child."

Cheng Wen looked up at Cheng Wei dully, "Did I... have a baby with Ah Qing?..."

Cheng Wei was stunned, and realized that he had slipped his tongue, and said without changing his face.

"No."

"Didn't Dad tell you that the scar on your stomach is from gastroenteritis surgery?"

"But you can indeed get pregnant, because you are a little different from ordinary people, you don't need to be afraid, this is a gift from God."

Cheng Wen's mind was in a mess, and he didn't have the energy to tell the truth from the fake. His mind was quickly occupied by other things, "Dad... I'm hungry."

"What?" The topic changed so quickly that Cheng Wei couldn't react.

"Then I'll ask Auntie to cook a bowl of seafood noodles for you."

Cheng Wen shook his head, "No need...I want to eat wonton stew."

Under Cheng Wei's puzzled eyes, Cheng Wen stood up on the ground and walked out of the room silently.

Auntie had already rested at this point, and Cheng Wei didn't know what his son wanted to do, so he didn't call a servant.

He watched Cheng Wen carry the food box into the kitchen.

Although I lost my memory, some instincts still exist, such as cooking.

Cheng Wen knew how to cook wontons without being taught. He first boiled the water, then opened the food box, carefully took out the wontons one by one and put them into the pot, turned to medium heat to boil, added water twice, After boiling, the wontons are cooked.

One by one is white and fat, and they are very beautiful, and they smell the aroma of pasta before they are put in the bowl.

The wonton just out of the pot was too hot, Cheng Wen didn't dare to hold it with his hands, he stood by the stove, took a spoon to scoop up a wonton stew, put it to his mouth and blew carefully, chewed it twice, Tears rolled uncontrollably from his eyes.

The taste is actually not particularly good, it just looks ordinary, but once you taste it, you can tell that it is Jian Qing's craftsmanship, because Jian Qing is also like this when taking care of him, obviously clumsy, but always very attentive.

He thought of Jian Qing's injured finger, probably from cutting vegetables.

"Xiao Wen..." Cheng Wei stood at the door of the kitchen, seeing Cheng Wen's appearance at the moment, and became more and more worried.

Cheng Wen didn't seem to hear his whisper, and he was crying while putting wontons into his mouth, and stuffed another one before he could swallow it. Cheng Wei frowned deeply, and went to stop him, "Don't eat."

"Ah Qing specially made this for me...I want, I want to finish it."