two-way mark

When Yan Cheng went out, he thought he could bring Chi Xiye home. The kitchen prepared the dishes for the evening, and the beef brisket was still simmering in the casserole.

Some time ago, Chi Xiye suddenly told Yan Cheng that he wanted to eat braised beef brisket, which was soft and rotten, but braised beef brisket was more labor-intensive and needed to be stewed for several hours. Yan Cheng agreed, but he never made it , Chi Xiye didn't urge him, and just waited obediently.

Waiting and waiting, Yan Cheng forgot about this matter, suddenly remembered last night, after feeding An An early in the morning, he stepped on the opening time of the supermarket to buy materials, and bought some new ones, Chi Xi The drinks that Ye hadn't drunk were neatly stacked in the refrigerator one by one. In the kitchen, he was thinking about what else Chi Xiye wanted to eat while preparing dishes. He put the beef brisket in the casserole and adjusted the heat before going out.

But he went out alone, but came back alone.

An An originally slept in the place where Chi Xiye usually sat, but when she heard the sound of the door opening, she jumped off the sofa, rushed to the door, first rubbed Yan Cheng's trouser legs, then looked behind Yan Cheng, and found that there was no one there. Then he raised his head and called out to Yan Cheng a few times, as if asking why Chi Xiye hadn't come back yet.

Yan Cheng knelt down and touched An An's head, "Sorry, An An, wait a little longer, I will bring him back."

An An didn't know whether she understood it or not, she turned around and ran back to the nest that Chi Xiye bought for it later, and stopped making any noise.

Yan Cheng bent over to change his shoes, he took Chi Xiye's slippers out of the shoe cabinet before going out today, with the toe of the shoes facing the living room, thinking that it would be more convenient for Chi Xiye to come back and change his shoes.

He hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't take back the slippers, but put his leather shoes and Chi Xiye's slippers side by side.

After Chi Xiye left, Yan Cheng sat in the car for a few more hours. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. He hadn't eaten anything yet, so he went into the kitchen and turned off the fire. The casserole is brought to the table.

He was too lazy to cook, so he sat at the table with only a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, eating beef brisket.

The beef brisket was stewed until it was soft and rotten. It was the kind that Chi Xiye wanted to eat, but it was a bit salty. After a few chopsticks, Yan Cheng's throat was so salty.

He went to open the refrigerator to get the drink he bought this morning. The sweet drink flowed down his throat, but it didn't relieve the bitterness in his throat, instead it made Yan Cheng feel more bitter.

In fact, the bitterness didn't stop in the throat, what Chi Xiye said today, the expression he showed, every sentence and scene were accumulated in Yan Cheng's mind, which made his heart start to feel bitter.

Why is it so hard?Yan Cheng thought, why?

A week later, Fu Rong, who hadn't seen him for a long time, swaggered open the door of Yan Cheng's house and dug Yan Cheng out of the study.

Yan Cheng was wearing home clothes, his hair was disheveled, his beard hadn't been shaved for a few days, and his chin was covered with blue stubble.

Fu Rong leaned against the door of the study room and took a good look at the rare and embarrassed Yan Cheng, before speaking after a long time: "I heard that you had a low air pressure in the company a few days ago, and it exploded at one o'clock, scolding the company from top to bottom. Have you never been to the company again after the phone call?"

Yan Cheng looked up at Fu Rong, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm fine, it's you who has something to do." Fu Rong looked at Yan Cheng with a half-smile, walked over to open the window of the study, and pulled Yan Cheng to stand up, "Go to the living room to talk, the smell of smoke in your place can make me feel sick." Smoked to death."

Yan Cheng didn't really want to move, but he got up following Fu Rong's movements, and the two went to the living room to sit down, before Fu Rong asked, "What's wrong with you and Chi Xiye? Have you broken up completely?"

"No." Yan Cheng retorted subconsciously and quickly after hearing the word "breakup", he stopped looking at Fu Rong, squeezed his eyebrows and said, "We may...have never been together at all."

Fu Rong restrained the smile that was on his face all the time, and hinted: "Yan Cheng, I reminded you a long time ago, do you still remember what you said?"

"Fu Rong..." Yan Cheng showed a confused look in front of Fu Rong for the first time.

He has always acted vigorously and fiercely, but at this moment, sitting on the sofa at home, leaning on the pillow Chi Xiye left at home, he said in a low voice: "Xiaochi said that I don't even know my own heart. Let’s start all over again, so I thought about it for a long time alone..."

Yan Cheng said: "I don't know, who do I really like?"

Fu Rong choked up for a moment, feeling both funny and helpless, but Yan Cheng's authorities were obsessed with things that anyone with a discerning eye could see.

He wanted to laugh at Yan Cheng a little bit, but stopped the words, leading him to ask: "You have been thinking about it by yourself for a long time, who are you thinking about?"

"I..." Yan Cheng closed his eyes, took out a cigarette from the table and lit it, held it between his fingers but did not smoke.

The white smoke swirls and rises slowly.

When the smoke cleared, Yan Cheng said, "I'm thinking about Chi Xiye."

"Yeah." Fu Rong didn't continue this topic, but started another topic, asking Yan Cheng about the past: "You only saw Chi Xize when you were a child, so what does Chi Xize look like when you grow up?" people?"

Yan Cheng was stunned when he heard Chi Xize's name, and suddenly realized that he hadn't thought of this name for a while.

He was silent for a while before saying: "Very lively, cheerful, loves to laugh, loves to talk, and can act like a baby softly..."

"Yan Cheng." Fu Rong interrupted suddenly: "Is it Chi Xize or Chi Xiye that you describe?"

Yan Cheng's hand trembled, and his knuckles touched the burning cigarette butt.

He put the cigarette out in the ashtray, the lighter made a soft sound, and he lit another cigarette.

Fu Rong didn't give Yan Cheng a chance to think, and asked again: "Before meeting Chi Xiye, was Chi Xize's image so specific?"

Fu Rong spoke as if he didn't need to breathe, and asked Yan Cheng one by one: "The one you liked before, was it the real Chi Xize, or that unknown person in your vague imagination?"

Fu Rong said loudly: "You never know what kind of person Chi Xize is, but you know Chi Xiye, and your imagination of Chi Xize is enriched from Chi Xiye. Yancheng, you Don't you know who you like?"

"You've never really liked Chi Xize." Fu Rong said, "I know that kindness is hard to repay, but I don't want you to repay it with marriage. Think about it carefully. Why did you marry Chi Xiye at that time? And why are you being so nice to him?"

Fu Rong's face could not be seen clearly through the white mist, and Yan Cheng's thoughts were rewinding rapidly amidst Fu Rong's questions.

He pushed open the heavy door of the conference room, originally he just wanted to deal with the matter casually, but felt someone's eyes locked on him from the moment he entered the door.

He looked over by feeling, and only saw those glowing, beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Generous and generous, without any timidity, but also contains a fiery temperature.

At that moment, Yan Cheng didn't notice that the other party had the same face as Chi Xize.

This was the beginning of his choice of Chi Xiye.

It's just that the closer he got, the more confused he became, and the less he could see his own heart clearly.

But fortunately, he finally moved, everything was still too late, and he still had a chance to recover.

He wanted to stand upright in front of Chi Xiye and beg him to start over with him.