If you want to refuse after seeing it, you will still welcome it [Entertainment]

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Assistant An An was in the driver's seat, and drove the frail Wen Mo to Zuo Jin's residence.Before passing a large supermarket chain, the car was temporarily parked on the side of the road.

Wen Mo's thumb pressed down on the phone screen, trying to send a voice to Zuo Jin, but the voice just slid off and changed to text.

Wen Mo: 【Have you eaten yet】

Originally, I thought it would take a while to receive a reply, but within 30 seconds, the new message appeared on the screen.

Zuo Jin: [No]

Wen Mo: [What do you want to eat?I happened to be in the supermarket, I bought some vegetables and went back to cook]

The interval between receiving replies this time was a bit longer, so long that Wen Mo almost thought it was a silent rejection.

Zuo Jin: [Potatoes, want to eat fried shredded potatoes]

Wen Mo: [OK]

Go to the supermarket and push the little red cart around, buy some fresh ingredients and fruits and go back.Downstairs in the community, the assistant Yueyue came to pick him up.

Climb the stairs to the fifth floor. After entering the door, I found Wang Tongtong lying on the sofa watching TV with his legs crossed.

At the entrance hall, thin beige cotton and linen slippers have been placed in advance.Putting it on the feet, it is comfortable and soft. Every step is like stepping on countless cotton, which is soft to the heart from bottom to top.

Wen Mo entered the living room, just looked around for a while, and walked around without being rude, saying hello to a few people, and then carried a large bag of ingredients into the kitchen.

The assistant An An wanted to go and help her, but the assistant Yueyue grabbed her wrist, winked and brought him to the coffee table, where she ate the melon seeds delivered by the takeaway and watched a popular nonsense variety show.

Within a few minutes, Zuo Jin, who was quietly staying on the terrace, went to the kitchen.In the eyes, it was a busy woman wearing a polka-dot apron, her shoulder-length black hair was tied into a low ponytail and hung straight behind her.

When you meet in the daytime, you are a mighty queen; now, when you meet at night, you are like a virtuous wife at home.

The bright light is like the moonlight outside, enveloping the tall and tall person softly and densely, the light outlines the outline of the profile...

She turned her head sideways, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on her shallow expression, "Are you hungry? Please wait a little longer."

"No." Zuo Jin shook her head. She doesn't have much appetite now, but she wants to eat fried potato shreds. "When I was young, the most eaten dish was fried potato shreds."

When she came over, Wen Mo stepped aside, "What flavor do you like, vinegar or hot and sour?"

"Spicy pepper and potato shreds." Zuo Jin stood in front of the vegetable sink, helping to wash the vegetables, "In winter, the dean will buy fat pork and boil it into oil, put it in clay pots to cool, and scoop it occasionally throughout the winter A spoonful of snow-white ointment is produced, and the fried potato shreds are particularly fragrant."

"Ah, what should I do then?" Wen Mo looked at her sideways, "There is only olive oil here."

I thought to myself, one day I will buy some pork and boil it to get the oil out, and put it in the refrigerator to refrigerate.

"I just miss that taste!" Zuo Jin put the peeled and washed potatoes on the chopping board, held a knife in his slender hand, sliced ​​them, and then cut them into long strips of uniform thickness. "When I was a child, I ate too many potatoes and got hurt. Now I basically don't eat them."

Wen Mo, who was cleaning the pot, paused: "In the past, there was a snack such as Spike Potatoes at the gate of the school. I bought one for my senior high school sister. I don't know if she eats it?"

"Ah!" There was a short and soft exclamation, and it was Zuo Jin who was distracted and cut his finger, and bright red blood burst out, staining several slices of potatoes red.

"Sorry!" Wen Mo squeezed her injured finger, with apologetic and distressed eyes: "I'll go get the band-aids, you leave these, I'll do it."

He walked out of the kitchen quickly, and soon came back with medical iodophor cotton swabs and bandages, carefully disinfected the washed wound, and then tore off the bandages and pasted them on.

Zuo Jin looked at his injured fingertips, and said with a smile, "Just now, I thought that Ms. Wen would stage an idol drama scene, hold on."

Hearing this, Wen Mo was stunned for a moment, staring at Zuo Jin's face, and then at the fingers wrapped in bandages, quickly picked up her palms, put them in her mouth one by one, and bit them lightly.

When he raised his head again, he said with a smile: "The human mouth is full of bacteria, and licking the wound will bring the bacteria into the wound, which is not safe."

The ten fingers were wet and glistening, and they were curled up, and their cheeks were hot because of the hot, moist and soft touch just now.The long eyelashes were half covered, covering the sparkling lake light in the eyes, and whispered softly.

"What you just said happened to happen to me too." The memory that was triggered was quite vague, and I only vaguely remembered such an incident, "I found a box of Spike potatoes on the desk one day."

Hearing what she said, her warm brown eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she stared expectantly.

"Ms. Wen's expression makes me a little suspicious...whether it was given by you." Zuo Jin also said something casually, and he didn't feel that his share of potatoes was given by the person in front of him.

Continued: "At that time, I really didn't want to eat potatoes, so I gave them to my tablemate."

"If, I said, I sent it, would you believe it?" Wen Mo said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

Zuo Jin also replied half-jokingly: "If you say it for sure, I will definitely believe it." After a pause, "If you really sent it, we are still alumni, then you should be... you should be a freshman in junior high school, right? "

For some reason, Zuo Jin's heart suddenly thumped, as if something was emerging from the fog.

"Yes." Wen Mo heated up the pot, "We have been alumni for half a year."

Put the olive oil in the pan and slide it up. When it is seven minutes hot, put the chopped green onion and garlic in it for a fragrant aroma, and then stir fry the shredded potatoes that have been soaked in water.

"Then, I went abroad and only came back four years ago."

She returned to China four years ago and made her debut after returning to China. At that time, as a rising star, she caused quite a storm in the industry. It is understood that many film and television companies wanted to sign her, but they were all rejected in the end.

Sighing: "If we hadn't gone abroad, maybe we could have known each other early!"

There was a slight sigh in his tone.At the same time, the faint speculation in my heart became more and more intense, and I smiled at the person who was cooking in front of me.

If it is true, this person probably has other things that he is hiding.Maybe there will be an answer to those strange words before.

"During this time, I was thinking that it would be great if I never left; but at the same time, I also had another thought, it would be great if I never came back."

Zuo Jin washed the vegetables with one hand, lowered his eyebrows, and replied after a long while: "There is no if in the world, everything has its own destiny. There are so many people, meeting each other, who says it is not a kind of fate!"

Wen Mo sprinkled the pepper shreds, "What if the result of meeting is not good?"

Zuo Jin glanced at her, and the eyes of the two met in the air, and they touched each other in a hurry, like an invisible Tai Chi contest, which was a temptation and a serious expectation.

The corners of the lips curled up, and the depth in Zuo Jin's black eyes suddenly dissipated, turning into gentle wind and drizzle to moisten each other.

"A person is always a lonely individual. On the journey of life, it is the approach and influence of people and everything. We give different degrees of emotion to different people in those soft or turbulent waves."

"If meeting is destined to separate, I also think that from the moment we meet, both parties can give themselves wholeheartedly without leaving any regrets."

"Ms. Wen, do you think I'm right?"

"Exactly!" Wen Mo just wanted to take a step forward and say something pleasant, when he inhaled a slight burnt smell in his nose, he turned his head to look at the pot in shock, and quickly turned the pot, "Ah, it's a little burnt!"

"Slightly burnt, it tastes better." Zuo Jin took a step sideways and leaned over to look, while stirring with a spoon, the surface of some shredded potatoes was stained with burnt yellow spots. "It looks good!"

"It's not up to standard." Take it out of the pot and put it on a plate, pick one up and taste it, "It's okay, but it smells a little burnt." After tasting it myself, I also put one up and handed it to Zuo Jin, "Do you want to make a new one?" ?”

"Don't waste it, it's delicious!" Zuo Jin could taste the taste of his childhood from this simple shredded potato.

"Okay, listen to you."

The two of them were together, chatting and cooking. It was a little warm. Wang Tongtong, who could see the smell and slipped over, curled his lips, "You know how to cook, so you're cheating."

"Are you here to help?" Just as Wen Mo turned around and finished speaking, a plate of shredded potatoes was taken away by Wang Tongtong, "Go ahead, look left and let's go out to eat, and leave her here alone."

Zuo Jin took care of the cleaned ingredients and said, "Ms. Wang will go first, I'll help Ms. Wen here, and then I'll make a mushroom soup."

"Yeah, I paid money and people, but I ended up getting nothing. It's so miserable!" Wang Tongtong left with the plate of shredded potatoes.

In less than a minute, the person went back to tossing in the pile of seasonings in the kitchen, mixed with Laoganma and vinegar, and then left with his mouth smashed.

Wen Mo withdrew his gaze, shook his head and laughed: "Now, I really have to make a new one."

"I'll peel it, and you'll cut it." Zuo Jin asked while peeling the potato, "May I ask, why did Ms. Wen go abroad?"

"...Dad was found cheating, and he had a son who was several years older than me. My mother died of a sudden illness because of this." Wen Mo's voice was flat, after such a long time, he was no longer as angry as before, and simply Simply summarize.

"Just a few days after my mother was buried, my father couldn't wait to take his lover and son home."

"Wen Chuyi's mother and son regarded me as a thorn in their side, and at that time, my father was focused on his new wife and children. I can only stay away from this family, so as not to be mad at myself."

Hearing this, Zuo Jin vaguely knew something in his heart, but it seemed that he couldn't see clearly through layers of fog.

Unexpectedly, there was such a thing in the Wen family.Over the years, although there were occasional rumors about the Wen family, they were quickly cleared up.If there is no real hammer, few people will believe it.

Earlier, a screenshot of You Tianya's post was uploaded to Weibo. The above content roughly reads: Boss Wen married the daughter of the Wen family when he was young, just for money.

When I saw it at the time, it was just a quick glance, and it was difficult to tell the truth from the falsehood, but I didn't take it to heart. Now that I think about it, I feel complicated.

Plates of home-cooked side dishes were brought out, and several people gathered around to eat with gusto.

After the meal, Wang Tongtong, who had been on the bed for a long time, received a call from his friends, and he was about to leave.Before leaving, he stared directly at Wen Mo, as if if you don't leave, I won't leave either.

After tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, Wen Mo wiped his hands, and said good night to Zuo Jin, then took his assistant An An and followed Wang Tongtong out of the community.

Zuo Jin stood among the potted plants on the terrace, looking down, in the dim light, Wen Mo, who was waving upwards, entered Miss Wang's Land Rover, and disappeared into the night in a short while.

Open the diary and pick up a pen:

June 2019, 6, night

Today is Wen Chuyi's wedding, I came to attend, and generally speaking, my mood is very calm.

Just watched him marry someone else calmly like that, no hysteria, no more tears, not even a single drop.I even wondered if I changed my mind too quickly, and I no longer have any attachment to the person I have been with for nearly ten years.

He told me that Ms. Wen would not love me.For this, I feel quite uncomfortable.

In the evening, Ms. Wen asked me if I had eaten and what would I like to eat?I replied quickly, probably subconsciously waiting for her to send a message.

When we were cooking together, I vaguely understood some things. All the previous things were connected in series, and my heart was pounding.

For some reason, I suddenly had a feeling that the senior that Ms. Wen had a crush on was me.

Maybe it's because I subconsciously want to be the person she has a crush on.

But at the same time, if I was the senior she said was saved, then what Wen Chuyi said at the beginning was false.

If this is the case, I don't know how to face the years of wrong payment, and I don't want to feel sick again and again every time I think about it.

I like Ms. Wen, but it's hard to say exactly what I like.It seems that she likes everything, and it seems that what she likes is a feeling.