The Rationalist's Marriage

Ding Ye did not mention to Qiu Yuening that he felt a slight discomfort when he saw Shen Wei the day before.It may also be that he is too sensitive. He has met many acquaintances, but Shen Wei is different from them. His every sentence seems to have a certain purpose.Probing?What are you exploring?After seeing his face clearly, the other party seemed a little surprised.Have you seen it before?No, that person's appearance is not ordinary, but Ding Ye has no impression of what he has seen in reality.He couldn't figure it out.

However, Shen Wei is Lu Yang's boyfriend, and they have their own lives; in the future, they will probably only maintain face-to-face contacts, so there is no need to worry about an uncertain sixth sense.

Ding Ye closed his eyes and lay on his back on the carpet, with the faint sound of pattering rain in his ears.The gray carpet they bought together was soft and comfortable to lie on. If it wasn't too early, he would almost fall asleep.

Qiu Yuening went to Singapore and should still be on the plane now.The rain outside the window was not heavy, but the feeling of wind was obvious. The curtains bulged and sunken, undulating like waves, and occasionally rubbed against his arms.After closing the balcony door, the ups and downs completely subsided, but the sound of rain was also inaudible, no different from an ordinary night.He hoped that the weather would be fine when Qiu Yuening came back tomorrow.

He sat down on the carpet again, with his arms wrapped around his knees, his mind was dazed, and he still didn't miss the brief ringing of the phone.

Ding Yunqian is about to retire. He has a leisurely job and doesn't have much to worry about in life. He has become keen on surfing the Internet on his mobile phone. He often posts some fresh content that he brushes up, covering everything from health care to home cooking.

Ding Ye opened WeChat and saw two links sent by the other party.He didn't have much interest in these, thinking that his father might be bored, so he called him.

"Ding Ye!" Ding Yunqian immediately picked it up.One guess is to stay at home and play with mobile phones.

"Didn't you go for a walk today?" Ding Ye remembered that he and Uncle Zhang often went out after dinner, "Isn't Uncle Zhang here?"

"His unit has a dinner party." Ding Yunqian seemed to be chewing something in his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"what to eat?"

"preserved fruit."

Ding Ye was surprised: "Don't you hate snacks the most?"

"Well," his voice returned to normal, and he may have swallowed, "but Lao Zhang loves to buy, and I was led astray when I kept watching him eat. Do you want it? We have a very good brand here, which can give You send it."

"I don't want to eat." Ding Ye smiled.Besides, who still mails food now, you can buy it online.

"You..." Ding Yunqian was slightly silent, "How have you been lately?"

"Okay, he's on a business trip."

"Haven't you quarreled yet?"

Ding Ye tapped his fingers on the back of the phone and asked jokingly, "You want us to quarrel?"

"Of course not, I'm just curious."

"That's really not."

He always relaxes when communicating with his father, but there are not many topics that can be discussed together, and there is no sentence. After a while, the TV series that Ding Yunqian said he likes started.

"Let's talk next time."

"Well, Dad," Ding Ye called him again, "less snacks."

Ding Yunqian smiled happily, "I see."

Putting down the phone, Ding Ye leaned back, and the tall phoenix-tailed bamboo leaves slightly covered the top of his head.

Qiu Yuening's plane arrived late, so he sent a message on WeChat to remind him of his safe arrival, but he didn't say anything else.Ding Ye was also getting ready to go to bed, and sent a "good night" voice.

The next morning, Ding Ye received another message from Qiu Yuening at the company. He said he was shopping outside and asked if there was anything he wanted.

Ding Ye didn't have any special thoughts, so he explained the truth to him and said he would wait for him to come back.

Qiu Yuening replied: [Then I'll just look at it and buy it. 】

It cleared up.It rained all night, and the ground is still not dry. Looking from the office window, I can feel the water vapor transpiring in the sun.

In the afternoon, Ding Ye overheard some employees chatting and made an appointment to have dinner at a nearby restaurant in the evening.He offered to go with them and treat himself.

The employees were naturally embarrassed, and one of them said: "No need, Mr. Ding, we invite you."

"It's okay, we haven't eaten together for a long time." Before taking his subordinates out for dinner, Ding Ye took the initiative to pay for it, and this time, besides connecting with everyone, he also had some selfish intentions.

The restaurant they mentioned was not far from the company, and it was also a restaurant that they had visited several times with Qiu Yuening.Qiu Yuening liked the flavors of the dishes there very much; he wanted to buy some to take back with him as a supper for Qiu Yuening who got off the plane tonight.

Ding Ye's attitude was firm, and the staff didn't say anything more.In the evening, he walked to the hotel with the people he had made an appointment with.

This place mainly deals in Cantonese-style refreshments, and almost every meal is served in small cage drawers or small plates, and the portions are very small.They were five women and two men including Ding Ye, so naturally they couldn't order too little.The small drawers were stacked together and sent into the box one after another, only to be swept away by more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks in an instant.Empty ones are piled up again, and new ones are sent after receiving them.

Ding Ye asked the waiter for Zhang Xin's form, filled out a few items and asked him to pack it.

The only subordinate at the same table saw it and asked with a smile, "Mr. Ding brought it for your lover, right?"

The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed and harmonious, and Ding Ye did not shy away from it, "Yes."

The attention of several other people was attracted, and they did not give up a chance to chat and gossip.

"Mr. Ding's lover is named Qiu, right?"

"Ah."

"It's a pilot..." A female employee asked, "Are they busy?"

"A little bit." Ding Ye replied.

While eating and talking, time passed quickly, and the plates on the last wave were all empty.Ding Ye asked them if there was anything else they wanted, and they shouted in unison that they were too supportive and let it go.

Tonight is the last quarter moon, the moon has not yet risen, but the city center is brightly lit, and the noise is not inferior to the daytime.After leaving the restaurant and returning to the company's parking lot, Ding Ye sent two female employees on the same road home, and then drove towards the airport alone.

Qiu Yuening hadn't arrived home yet, and the apartment was dark.He turned on the light and put the food he brought back on the counter to reheat later.Only twenty minutes later, there was the sound of turning the door lock at the entrance.

The flight was late for a while, but overall it went smoothly. Qiu Yuening stepped into the door, bathed in a bright light, and felt relaxed all over his body.

Ding Ye had taken a shower, his hair was half dry and half wet, with water droplets gathering at the tips of his hair, which would never fall off.

"Hair is not dry yet."

Qiu Yuening put down his luggage and was about to help him get a towel, but was stopped by Ding Ye: "It's okay, I won't go to bed right away."

He found that Qiu Yuening had left an unfamiliar bag on the dining table, so he asked, "What is this?"

"Oh," Qiu Yuening became interested, "The colorful cake I bought happened to be a supper." He said it was a specialty there, and several colleagues bought it.

Ding Ye glanced at the round cake in the center of the box—it was very attractive and easily whetted the appetite, but for supper...he looked at Shang Qiu Yuening and motioned him to look at the kitchen.

On the kitchen counter, several transparent lunch boxes are lined up in sequence: rice rolls, crystal buns, coconut milk cakes, and marinated chicken feet.

"Hey, did you go to Chaoyuan Building for dinner?"

"Well, I went there with my colleagues at night," Ding Ye looked at him with a smile, "What should we do, which one should we eat?"

Qiu Yuening loved to eat a few small snacks, not to mention that he didn't want to waste Ding Ye's thoughts, so he decisively stuffed the cake box into the refrigerator.

"Eat these first, and cake for breakfast tomorrow." That would be perfect.

"Okay." Ding Ye turned around, poured the food on the porcelain plate at home, and put it in the microwave.