When the vase hits the shadow queen [GL]

"Who is it?" Song Wenhui, who was cooking noodles, wiped her hands on her apron. Who would come to her so early in the morning?

When she opened the door and raised her head, she froze.

The woman outside the door was wearing a pair of black jumpsuits, with long legs and a thin waist. Seeing her open the door, she took off her sunglasses, with a smile on her bright red lips, and said her name: "Wenhui, long time no see."

Song Wenhui didn't know where to put her hands in an instant, she said with a dry smile: "Have you eaten yet? Didn't you say you will come over in the afternoon? Why is it time now?"

Yao Hong put his hands on her shoulders and said with a smile, "I planned to take the plane, but I missed you so much, so I came here by the high-speed train."

While talking, she moved her face closer to Song Wenhui: "Wenhui, Xiaohuihui, do you miss me?"

Song Wenhui's face turned red immediately, but she still hadn't forgotten that this was at the door, and the neighbors might come out of the house or come back from the outside at any time, so she opened Yao Hong's hand: "It's like when I was a child, messing around, Don't come in yet."

Yao Hong smiled and picked up her luggage and walked in. Song Wenhui closed the door behind her.

"Didn't you have breakfast? I'm cooking noodles. Do you want chili?" Song Wenhui closed the door and went straight to the kitchen. Her water was still sitting on the fire, and it was just bubbling, waiting for her to leave Looking over, sure enough, the water was completely boiling.

Originally, she only planned to cook for one person, but since Yao Hong came, she divided the seasoning in a bowl into two parts, at most, adding a little less water, the taste would not be much different.

Putting her things in the living room, Yao Hong leaned against the door of the kitchen, looked at Song Wenhui's busy figure and sighed: "Wenhui, whoever marries you is really blessed, you are so virtuous." She said When he said this, it was as if the two were still in high school, Yao Hong had a fight with his parents, ran away from home in the middle of the night, and went to Song Wenhui's house to let the other party make supper by himself.

Although decades had passed, Song Wenhui's reaction was still the same. She blushed, turned her head and glared at Yao Hong: "There is nothing right in her mouth all day long."

The girl at that time was because of shyness, but Song Wenhui at this time was because of—"No matter how virtuous she is, she is still a few dozen years old, and she can't get married."

While stirring the noodles in the pot with long chopsticks, and adding flavor to the two bowls of noodle soup with a spoon, Song Wenhui did not forget to ask, "Have you improved your cooking skills a little over the years?"

"Yes." Yao Hong nodded as a matter of course: "My instant noodles skills are not bad."

When she was studying, she was the eldest daughter of the family, and it was not her turn to cook. When she was a celebrity, both of her hands were covered with high insurance, so it was impossible for her to do such dangerous things as cooking. As for getting married ...Although her ex-husband is not fertile, he is a wealthy family, and it is not yet his wife's turn to cook.

So for so many years, the only dish she can cook is instant noodles.

Song Wenhui gave her a helpless look, then picked the noodles into the bowl: "Come here and serve the noodles."

……

On the mobile phone, the two women can talk a lot. Yao Hong even wants to chat with Song Wenhui regardless of training.

However, when we actually met, we didn't know how to speak.

While eating noodles, Yao Hong secretly looked at Song Wenhui from the corner of her eye.

Song Wenhui gave birth early, although Zhao Ningxi was already 25, and she often said that she was over fifty, but in fact, she was only in her early forties, still very young.

She suffered a lot in the early years, and after Zhao Ningxi developed, she has been supported by a little bit of money.

Fair skin, facial features, not too fat, not too thin, eating noodles in small bites, elegant movements, gentle expression, even the fine wrinkles around the eyes, revealing a charm.

"What are you looking at me for?" Noticing her gaze, Song Wenhui's face blushed: "Eat noodles, if you don't eat any more, the noodles will be lumpy."

"Xiao Huihui's craftsmanship is still as good as ever." Yao Hong sighed, and ate up her own noodles, and even drank the noodle soup until there was only one bottom left, to show her sincerity.

Although Song Wenhui didn't say anything about her culinary skills being recognized, there was an obvious smile on her face.

After helping to put away the bowl, the two of them sat on the sofa, and Song Wenhui finally asked a question that she had always wanted to know. Even if it was on WeChat, the two had never talked about it.

"Back then...why didn't you write to me?"

It's time to come.

Yao Hong said: "I moved many times back then, when I settled down and planned to write to you, I found that I had lost my address."

"You can send it to the school. I took it and wrote back to you. Isn't it the same?"

"I sent it." Yao Hong smiled wryly, but in that era, it took at least a month for the other party to receive a letter after sending it out. She sent the letter before she sent it, and her family was about to leave again, and: "It seems that all my letters have been returned, saying that this person cannot be found."

Good luck tricks people.

What else can I say.

Song Wenhui smiled. Seeing that there was no fruit on the table, she opened the refrigerator and brought out some fruits such as grape raisins.

Song Wenhui asked: "Do you eat apples?"

Yao Hong said: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

In the end, there were still a few more apples on the table, because Song Wenhui didn't eat much herself, so she left them alone.

"After I leave, how are you doing?"

Although we have chatted a lot in WeChat, Yao Hong still wants to hear her speak out.

Song Wenhui smiled and said, "What's so good about it? It's not like that. After you left, I got to know Xiaoxi's father and got married right after graduation. You also knew about it later."

Yao Hong sighed: "It's been hard for you these years."

"Who doesn't suffer?" Song Wenhui asked her back.

Although she was abandoned by a scumbag and lived in poverty, she still has a daughter of her own. Although Yao Hong married into a wealthy family, she has no words and no daughters in her life. It is hard to compare whether her life is better or worse than hers. .

……

Yao Hong came to pick up Song Wenhui. She was supposed to fly to City S in the afternoon and go to Song Wenhui's home in the evening, but because she was in a hurry, she took the high-speed train ahead of time and arrived in the morning.

Song Wenhui didn't make any arrangements, and didn't know where to take her to play, so she took Yao Hong for a walk, just to see the scenery of the community and the environment of the nearby park.

Every step under her feet, Yao Hong felt as if she was following in the footsteps of Song Wenhui. The two had missed each other for many years, but today they finally had the opportunity to walk together.

Unexpectedly, the weather was not beautiful, the two of them had just had dinner and were walking in the park when it suddenly started to rain heavily.

Yao Hong covered Song Wenhui and hid under a pavilion, where many people gathered to hide from the rain.

"Is it cold?" Yao Hong asked, putting Song Wenhui's hand into her own without any trace.

"It's okay." Song Wenhui wanted to pull it out, but she grabbed it back tightly: "I still said it's not cold, and my hands are cold."

Song Wenhui smiled: "It's not that serious, my hands are always cold."

"When I was in high school..."

Song Wenhui interrupted her: "High school is high school. At that time, I was young and full of anger. How can it be compared now?"

Yao Hong noticed that her clothes were wet a lot. Although it was autumn, the weather was still hot. Song Wenhui didn't wear much. When it rained, her clothes were wet against her skin. Drill in.

People around me began to complain about why the rain didn’t stop. It seemed that the rain would only get bigger and bigger for a while, and it wouldn’t stop. Many people had already been loved by their friends or relatives. After picking it up with an umbrella, Yao Hong remembered that there was a small stall at the entrance of the park, so she said to Song Wenhui, "You stay here well, I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Song Wenhui didn't catch her, and Yao Hong ran into the rain against the rain.

She wanted to chase after her, but then she remembered Yao Hong's words and stomped her feet. This person was still exactly the same as in high school.

Domineering and stubborn.

……

"Look at you, you're all wet, just wait a little longer and the rain will stop." As soon as she entered the house, Song Wenhui couldn't stop complaining: "Even if we ran back together, it would be better than buying an umbrella specially for you. It's better to spend half a day in the rain."

Yao Hong hung up the umbrella, untied the hair tie, and let her long wet hair hang down.

Song Wenhui had already taken out the blanket from the room.

"Take off your wet clothes quickly, cover this, I'll put bath water for you, soak for a while, come out later and have ginger soup, you know?"

Yao Hong who was reprimanded was very well-behaved, she stripped herself off neatly, wrapped herself in a blanket and nestled on the sofa.

She watched Song Wenhui carry her clothes into the laundry room, heard the sound of the water heater being ignited in the bathroom, and then heard Song Wenhui calling: "The water is hot, come here quickly."

"Give me the blanket."

Yao Hong blinked: "Now?"

"Otherwise, how would you take a bath?" Song Wenhui asked strangely.

Yao Hong laughed, stretched out her hand, and pulled the blanket off her body.

The two balls of softness popped out in an instant, Song Wenhui realized what had happened, blushed, took the blanket and walked out.

Yao Hong whispered presumptuously from behind: "Xiao Huihui, you are still so shy, everyone is a woman, take a look, it's not a big deal."

"shameless."

Song Wenhui blushed completely while hugging the blanket. I don't know if it was her illusion. When Yao Hong looked at her just now, there seemed to be provocative emotions in her eyes.

What is she thinking.

It's all Yao Hong's fault. In high school, she was like a ruffian who molested her from time to time. Now both of them are in their 50s and [-]s, and they are still the same as when they were young, talking without shame.

When Yao Hong came out of the bath, Song Wenhui had already made ginger soup.

She drank a bowl first, and Yao Hong frowned as she picked up the rest of the bowl.

"Can you not drink?"

"Yes," Song Wenhui nodded, "If you tell God it won't rain today, you don't have to drink ginger soup."

"Okay, okay." Yao Hong frowned, just like going to the execution ground, she held her nose and drank it with her head raised.

After drinking it, she raised one side of her face and flattered Song Wenhui, "Are you good, are you good?"

The latter remembered how when the two were in high school, every time Yao Hong did something she didn't want but Song Wenhui wanted to do, she would show this expression.

Standing on tiptoe, she kissed Yao Hong's profile.

"Hey, darling, blow dry your hair soon."

Song Wenhui didn't notice anything wrong, but Yao Hong looked at her back, touched her side face, and raised the corners of her lips.

She originally wanted to turn her head away, but she felt that Song Wenhui would be frightened by going too fast, so she forcibly endured it.

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