no ambiguity

I don't know someone is there, Qing He was unprepared, and was startled immediately, but after seeing who the other party was, he calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief.She moved her mouth, wanting to answer immediately, but the organized words changed when they reached her mouth. She originally wanted to say that she wanted to go back to Xihe Street, but when she uttered the answer, she didn't answer the question.

"Come back and get something," she said, gently pulling the tote bag on her shoulders, without looking at the person at the door, "I forgot to bring it earlier, come and get the bass strings."

Wen Ning was wearing a small black suit with a narrow waist, with stiletto heels on his feet, and his hair was specially groomed. He was meticulous from top to bottom. It was obvious that he had just finished business, and he should have attended a more important occasion.

She came up for a while, and stood at the door without going in, watching Qing He rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and didn't make a sound until she was about to leave.Now hearing Qing He's answer, she didn't have much expression on her face, she was still calm, as if she had gotten used to it, and after a while, she said: "Next time, I can call Uncle Yang to help you and let him deliver it."

Qinghe clenched her hands tightly, and said in a whisper: "I'm in a hurry, so I came by myself."

We haven't seen each other for several days, and this conversation is colder than that of strangers.

Qinghe felt very upset, the whole afternoon was too messy, I really didn't think of this method, indeed, it would be more convenient to ask Uncle Yang to send him off than to run by himself, but these words from Wen Ning's mouth were a bit harsh after all.

In fact, the two of them usually get along the same as they do now. Although they share the same bed and have a legal relationship, the relationship between them is as thin as paper. In some cases, it is more direct, lacking in warmth, and too alienated and indifferent.

Maybe it was because of the heat and dizziness in the past two days, Qing He subconsciously resented such an attitude, and he didn't like it in his heart.

Wen Ning's eyes swept over the bulging tote bag, and then fell on her tightened fingers. After a long while, she asked endlessly, "Is there a game on Monday?"

Qing He pursed her lips unconsciously, then hummed, "Going to G City."

It was because of the competition that I rushed back to get the bass strings.The daily maintenance of the bass is meticulous. If you use it too often, in order not to affect the tone and feel, you have to change the strings every one to two months.This competition is still very important, and the prize money is generous, so we can't be sloppy in preparation.

She raised her eyelids to look at Wen Ning, accidentally met his gaze, and then avoided it, but did not explain too much, and only used one sentence to perfunctory.

Wen Ning stood still at the door and said, "There are still two days."

The two of them seemed to have nothing to say, and it had only been so long since they had been apart, as if a layer of ice had formed.The last time Wen Ning came back from a business trip in France, the two had done it tacitly that night, but this time it was very different, there was no wave, just like a pool of stagnant water, neither of them took the initiative, each saw each other in silence.

Qing He took a few steps forward, moved closer, and stood straight in front of the other party.

Actions speak louder than words, and some things don't have to be said.

She wants to go out, to go.

However, Wen Ning turned a blind eye, as if he didn't understand what she meant by doing this, he just watched silently for a long time, and said softly: "Have dinner first, and leave later."

Both made concessions and could not be refused.She didn't ask Qinghe's opinion, nor did she ask for the other party's consent, she made the decision directly, and after she finished speaking, she turned and went downstairs.

Qinghe was carrying the bag and pestle on the spot, hesitating to speak, not wanting to argue, but mixed feelings.Seeing Wen Ning walking away, she didn't follow, hesitated again and again, and decided to stay.

It's getting late, and now I can't catch up with dinner by car back to Xihe Street. How could Ye Xilin wait for her to eat? I guess I can only eat cold rice or instant noodles when I go back. It is not impossible to stay for a meal before leaving. loss.

Downstairs, the maid aunt is cooking soup, the dishes are almost ready, and all are on the table, and the meal will be ready in ten minutes.Uncle Yang sat and waited on the sofa, put on his presbyopic glasses to read the newspaper, and turned on the TV.

Qinghe went down with her backpack, sat down on the sofa slowly, and put the bag aside.

As soon as he saw her, Uncle Yang smiled kindly, put down the newspaper happily, and asked with concern: "The show is over?"

Uncle Yang is the driver of the family. He has worked in the Wen family for more than 20 years. He drove for the old man when he was [-] years old, and accompanied the old man to discuss business. I am getting older and my physical condition is not as good as before, so I transferred here to work as a family driver.He has a deep relationship with Wenning, like his father and daughter, and he also knows what is going on with Wenning and Qinghe, so he usually cares about Qinghe.He is kind-hearted, gentle and kind, and knows how to see things. Knowing that the relationship between the two of them is tense recently, he first cares about Qing He.

Knowing that Uncle Yang wanted to ease the situation, Qing He nodded and said softly: "It's over, it went smoothly."

"That's not bad," said Uncle Yang, "I was still talking about it yesterday. I told Aunt Zou and the others about it, thinking that you haven't come back for a long time, and I thought you were still busy outside."

Qinghe said: "I'm practicing, and I'm going to compete. I don't have much time for a while."

Uncle Yang nodded, with a clear look, bent over and poured a cup of hot tea, and said, "You young people have your own plans, and you can do something you like. It's really good, unlike my family. The one in his thirties is still out of tune all day long, running around all over the place, and disappearing all year round, as if there is no such person."

Uncle Yang has a son who is a painter, and he is fairly filial, but he often runs outside, either to relax and collect scenery, or to study abroad, and he has not yet married.His son is friends with Wen Ning. Qinghe met him once. He is a very romantic man, the kind who can't settle down. Uncle Yang didn't expect this son to settle down for a long time, but he still read a few words from time to time, He always pulls his own son out as a "negative" example.

She didn't follow her words, her EQ was not so low, she knew that Uncle Yang was kind, took the tea, prevaricated, and changed the subject.

The living room is filled with the aroma of food, which is appetizing.

A few minutes is enough to chat with each other. Uncle Yang is someone who has been there, and he can figure out Qinghe's current situation in a few words, and he has a good idea.

Qinghe was always in a daze, and looked upstairs a few times.

Uncle Yang poured himself half a cup of tea, took a sip, and suddenly said, "Her birthday is tomorrow."

Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and the movements of his men stopped.

"You came back in time, just in time." Uncle Yang smiled, as if intentionally or unintentionally, his tone was light, as if he was just talking casually, he didn't say anything, blamed or raised something, he just put it down casually Teacup, looking towards the stairs, pretending to be nagging, "29 this year, [-] next year, we can make up the whole thing. She is all focused on her work. Mr. Wen asked her to go back, and said that the company If you can't get away from something, you can't delay for a day."

Qinghe was at a loss for words for a moment, unable to find anything to say.

She completely forgot about it, didn't remember that tomorrow is Wen Ning's birthday, if Uncle Yang hadn't mentioned it, she might not have remembered it when she left after dinner.

Uncle Yang is a smart person, so he will stop talking and say nothing else.

The soup cooks very quickly, and it's time for dinner in a short while.

Wen Ning changed into home clothes upstairs, and the three of them sat at a table to eat.The meals tonight are rich, there are more than a dozen big dishes, all of which are authentic Nancheng local dishes. Auntie is good at cooking, and every dish is delicious and tempting.

Qinghe was still a bit hungry at first, and the food in front of her was also her favorite food, but she lost her appetite when she sat down, and it was tasteless to eat anything.

At the dinner table, she and Wen Ning were reticent, and they occasionally talked to each other, but they couldn't talk. It was still Uncle Yang smoothing things over in the middle, chatting cheerfully about unimportant things, asking Wen Ning and her a question from time to time.

When he was about to finish eating, Uncle Yang asked Wenning Ning about tomorrow's itinerary, apparently for the convenience of taking him to the company.

Wen Ning put down his chopsticks and said unhurriedly, "I'm going to the magazine office in the morning, and I have a dinner in the afternoon."

Uncle Yang asked, "What time will you be back?"

Wen Ning said, "We'll see when the time comes."

Qinghe held the chopsticks without saying a word, and reached out to pick up a shrimp.

Uncle Yang was still smiling, as if he didn't feel anything was wrong at the dinner table, he served Wen Ning a bowl of soup, glanced at Qinghe opposite, and said very naturally: "It's okay, I can drop by in the morning He, if you can catch up later, you can come back all the way."

The other two didn't answer, as if they didn't understand the meaning.

Uncle Yang gave Qing He soup again, and told him to drink more.

"Go out and train tired, drink soup to replenish."

Qing He took the soup bowl and thanked him, regardless of what he said earlier, he did not refute it.

After dinner, no one mentioned the matter of leaving.Auntie cut up two plates of fruit and brought them out, one plate of apples and one plate of grapes, both of which Qinghe likes.

Wen Ning went upstairs to process the documents, and had to work overtime at home.

Uncle Yang took Qing He out for a walk, walked around the area, and said that it was after a meal to digest.

It's still early to come back from the walk, it's only after nine o'clock.

Qinghe didn't leave after all, went upstairs, opened the door and entered the room.

Wen Ning was inside, still looking at the documents, flipping through a thick stack of materials.

Qing He glanced around for a week, and saw an opened gift box on the bedside table, inside the gift box was a pair of intricately crafted cufflinks, the ones inlaid with real diamonds.

She couldn't recognize which brand it was, but she could tell at a glance that the pair of fingernail-sized gadgets were very expensive, expensive, and the luxury was gone.

It should be a birthday present from someone else.

Wen Ning seldom buys items with diamonds for herself, nor will she buy them. Both of them don’t like diamonds, and prefer decorations with simple craftsmanship.

She couldn't help but glanced at it a few more times, not understanding why this man would put out the cufflinks, she clearly didn't like this style, could it be given by someone important?Thinking of this, she suddenly withdrew her gaze, trying not to pry into these things as much as possible.

Wen Ning took all her reactions under his eyes, remained calm, and waited until she approached before asking: "Don't you go to bed early?"

Qing He pushed open the cabinet door, "Wait a minute, take a shower first."

It's late at night, and it's time to take a bath and go to bed.

Turn off the light, the two of them lay on the bed together, and did nothing.

Qinghe should have said something, or done something, but in the end there was nothing.As soon as the morning passed, both of them fell asleep. It seemed that this day was not too important, and it was nothing more than an ordinary day.

In the last night, Qinghe woke up for a while, felt in a daze, and squeezed into the arms of the person next to him.

Wen Ning didn't hug her as usual, even if he felt something, he still didn't respond.

This stalemate lasted until dawn.

Qinghe opened her eyes, shrank into the quilt, regardless of whether the other party was awake, said softly: "Boss Wen, happy birthday..."

Wen Ning turned his back and remained motionless.

Maybe it's because I haven't woken up yet, or maybe I heard it and deliberately ignored it.

She was as annoying as ever, hugged each other from behind involuntarily, put her calf on top, and said in a dragging voice: "Happy birthday——"

Wen Ning must have woken up now, and heard this sentence.

The man moved, but still didn't respond.

After sleeping all night, putting aside those messy thoughts, Qinghe still knew that he was wrong, and it was rare for him to be cheeky and submissive, so he arched behind his back, getting closer and closer like a boneless, almost completely sticking himself to the other party behind.

This early in the morning, with no restraints on their bodies, being so close, they can feel each other.She didn't stop, her hands were restless, and she fumbled around, taking the opportunity to prevent Wen Ning from continuing to sleep peacefully.

"Boss Wen..." She called out softly, her fingers slipped through the hem of her clothes, she kept tightening her arms, and rose again after falling, not giving a moment of silence.

Wen Ning grabbed her wrist to keep her from messing around.

She clasped the other's hand in reverse, and unknowingly inserted her fingers into Wen Ning's, grasped tightly, and pulled the man down to lie flat, with half of her body pressed against Wen Ning's arm.

Wen Ning finally frowned.

Qinghe made an inch of it, rubbed the tip of his nose against the man's face, and then buried it into Wen Ning's neck, "Boss Wen, there is no gift this time."

When did she send a gift, she never did.

It doesn’t matter whether you remember or forget, it’s all the same anyway, and the treatment will not change.

Wen Ning didn't answer the words, just said: "Get up."

Qing He remained motionless, "Get up later, and rest for a while."

Wen Ning pulled her hand away.

She refused to let it go, she was too stubborn, the strength of her hands tightened, and the hoop was painful.

"Angry?" she asked, not very good at scrutinizing the situation, pressing on the top, watching condescendingly.

Wen Ning said, "Don't make trouble."

She didn't realize it at all, and replied: "No trouble."

It was gray outside the window, and it was foggy this morning, and the glass was full of water droplets.

She was too stubborn, she had to figure it out in this situation, and made rough moves, as if clinging to Wen Ning, and pressed the other's hand behind her waist, and then touched Wen Ning's chin, Whispering: "Are you unhappy, or do you think I'm bored?"