Madam's little secret I know

On a clear evening, the graceful sunset glow, chirping birdsong, and the garden villa bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, everything looks as beautiful as a fairy tale.

However, the flowers in the garden are withered and withered, the songbirds are unwilling to stay on the roof, and the fireplace is obviously burning, but the room is still cold, without a trace of fireworks.

Xiang Jingyuan, who was still a teenager at that time, pushed open the door tremblingly.

The room was eerily quiet. The haggard woman was sitting by the dining table, staring blankly at the doll she was holding in her arms, as if guarding the meals on the table. She probably heard the sound of the door opening. , she turned her head dully.

"Xiao Jing is back?" Her expression seemed to be smiling, but the next second her wrinkled eyes suddenly widened, her brows frowned slightly, and the doll in her arms was thrown on the ground by her, with a look of surprise and doubt. His voice became sharper, "Why are you back so late?"

"Auntie, I just finished school..." Xiang Jingyuan closed the door and forced a smile.

"Just finished school?" Auntie's eyes widened and her brows frowned even tighter. She seemed to be smiling after thinking for a long time, "Oh yes, Auntie forgot, our little Jing has already grown up. I'm old enough to be in junior high school..."

Xiang Jingyuan could only nod, my aunt said this every day, but the next day she would still treat herself as a five or six-year-old child, would still prepare a doll for herself, and would still prepare all the meals for him at three o'clock Come back from school at five o'clock to eat.

But he was very afraid of facing such an aunt, he just wanted to go back to the room and lock himself up.

"Xiao Jing, come and eat!" Auntie waved to him, with a pure and expectant smile on her face, "Auntie made you your favorite dish."

The dishes on the table had been sitting for at least two hours, and had already lost their aroma, leaving only a piece of ice cold, so he could only smile wryly, "Auntie, I've already eaten outside."

The smile on my aunt's face instantly froze, replaced by endless sadness, unbelievable tears gushed out of her eyes, as if the whole world suddenly lost its brilliance, and even her lips trembled.

"Xiaojing doesn't like to eat the dishes cooked by my aunt anymore..." She began to murmur to herself in a panic, "Xiaojing doesn't like my aunt anymore...Xiaojing hates her...then what's the point of her living..." As he spoke, he picked up the table knife on the table and slammed it into his wrist artery.

"Auntie!" Xiang Jingyuan's immature eyes were full of panic, her trembling voice stopped her movement, then she walked obediently with trembling legs and sat at the dining table, tremblingly took the table knife in her hand, He smiled with trembling corners of his mouth.

"How could Xiaojing not like my aunt? Xiaojing... Xiaojing likes my aunt the most..."

Then, under the grim but gratifying gaze of his aunt, he ate the cold food bite by bite with a fork.

The cold food irritated his stomach throbbing, and finally he couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, his consciousness began to blur...

He opened his eyes suddenly.

It was a very strange room, but the faint woody fragrance mixed with the strong smell of gunpowder made him feel at ease immediately. His whole body was warm. When he looked up, he saw Fang Yichen's long eyelashes and straight nose bridge. After knowing it, I was being held in his arms.

Before he had time to be shy, there was a throbbing pain in his stomach, and he couldn't help frowning. It seemed that he ate too hot yesterday and irritated his fragile stomach.

But I can’t blame myself. After eating cold food for nearly 20 years, it’s hard for someone to cook such a warm meal for him sincerely. He even thinks that he has eaten too little.

But Fang Yichen said yesterday that he would not just cook this meal for himself, and he was a little elated thinking of this, couldn't help but move a bit, and then felt a familiar strangeness.

Then his face turned red.

"woke up?"

A lazy and somewhat hoarse voice came from the top of his head, and he immediately stretched out his arm to cover his flushed face, but saw that his left wrist was wrapped with several circles of gauze.

"I accidentally knocked on you last night." Fang Yichen smiled a little embarrassedly, held his wrist and squeezed it lightly, "I'll change your medicine when I come back at night."

Xiang Jingyuan's face turned even redder.

"How do you feel?" Fang Yichen embraced him towards her, and stroked his bangs affectionately, "I cleaned it up for you last night, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay." Xiang Jingyuan was too ashamed to care about the stomachache, and buried his face in his arms. How did this person manage to get out of such an embarrassing situation like the first time so quickly? ...

It was past eight o'clock when the two of them got into the car after having breakfast and tidying up. Fang Yichen held the steering wheel and cleared his throat while looking ahead: "Have you brought all your IDs with you?"

Nodding to Jingyuan, his heart started beating wildly again.

In fact, he had imagined the scene of receiving the certificate with Fang Yichen countless times before, happy, excited, excited, sweet, and even how to express these emotions. The corners of his mouth were twitching stiffly when taking the photo, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn’t write when he filled in the information, and he walked a little awkwardly even for a few steps, like a patient who just came out of a rehabilitation center. Fang Yichen had to help from time to time.

The humble Xiaoxiang always felt that he dedicated the most embarrassing and embarrassing moments of his life to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

But when he finally got the heavy little red book, the emotions that he had imagined flooded out, his mind became chaotic in an instant, but he knew very clearly that Fang Yichen is now his .

Thinking of this, he had an urge to jump up, and even his stomach didn't seem to hurt at all.

Fang Xunfeng Yichen always had a just right smile on his face, which seems to be a good description, but compared to Xiang Jingyuan, he is still much calmer, watching him holding a small book and unable to hide his joy is just a question. He said, "Are you happy?"

"Yeah." Xiang Jingyuan restrained his joyful mood a little bit, and smiled slightly.

"Let's go, go to the company." Fang Yichen smiled lightly and took his hand.

After returning to the office, he made a cup of gastric medicine and drank it, then Xiang Jingyuan went to the bathroom and washed his face vigorously with cold water, even though his eyes were already soaked in water, he had to squint, and the corners of his mouth would still twitch uncontrollably from time to time. Tilt up.

They are now legal!

Although he has used some disgraceful methods to achieve this goal, in fact, he himself does not want to appear stressful when he does not fully know the attitude of the other party, so he has been trying his best to restrain his turbulent emotions. emotion.

But when did Fang Yichen be so attracted to him?

He carefully put away the little red book, and then began to think about the battle plan while working.

So Secretary Qiao and the others were surprised to find that their Young Master Xiang seemed to be very happy today, even willing to smile once in a while during the meeting.

During the lunch break, I chatted with Fang Yichen on WeChat as usual. Fang Yichen asked him what he wanted to eat tonight, and he remembered that someone seemed to have said that he would come to see him yesterday.

"I may have to work overtime at night." He pouted and sent a message a little bit aggrieved.

"Then I'll go home and cook first, and I'll pick you up later." Fang Yichen replied.

He immediately became happy again, holding his mobile phone and smiling happily.

In the afternoon, I went to meet a client and read a few contracts. It was already past the off-duty time, and then I received a message from Fang Yichen saying that he had arrived home and would pick me up in about an hour.

There was a sweetness in my heart, and it seemed that I was even more motivated to work overtime.

There was a knock on the door. He thought it was Secretary Qiao, and replied "Come in" without thinking.

The door opened and closed, and the sound of steady footsteps stretched in front of him. Only then did he sense something was wrong, and he lazily raised his head.

The simple but expensive suit at first glance, the monochrome tie shows just the right calmness and maturity, the suit wraps a tall and straight figure, and under the gold-rimmed glasses is a restrained and gentle smile.

Xiang Jingyuan looked up at that mature and handsome face, but his eyes were a little indifferent, as if the good mood of the day had come to an end at this moment.

There is a lingering resemblance between the eyebrows and eyes, but there is always a strange atmosphere in the air.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" After a long silence, Xiang Qingshan asked with a faint smile.

"Don't bother me." Xiang Jingyuan closed the document in his hand and chuckled, but kept staring at him, "I'm not used to having people come to help me."

He emphasized the three words "unaccustomed", and Xiang Qingshan seemed to be choked all of a sudden, and he was speechless for a long time before he changed the subject with some embarrassment: "Hungry, I brought you the most beautiful food you had when you were young." For the pastry you like to eat, let’s fill it up first.”

Looking at the always prudent man carefully and frantically unpacking packages of exquisite pastries and placing them in front of him, Xiang Jingyuan suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

"Try it?" Xiang Qingshan looked at him, with some expectation in his eyes.

"Thank you brother." He sat up straight, picked up a piece of pastry and looked at it casually, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. He tasted it like a robot, and frowned again as if to spit it out , "It's so sweet."

"Isn't it as delicious as before?" Xiang Qingshan reached out to pick it up subconsciously, "I remember you liked sweet things when you were young."

However, Xiang Jingyuan quickly avoided him and leaned back on the chair back, swallowed it directly, his eyes wandered between the pastry and him, and after a long while he lowered his head and smiled: "I forgot what it tasted like before, besides, it's all gone It’s been 20 years, and I don’t like sweets anymore.”

The hand outstretched to Qingshan froze in place, his eyes were slightly lonely, the 20 years of no news is his regret and regret now and even the rest of his future life, and it is also a huge gap that he can't mend no matter how hard he tries.

"It's okay." He withdrew his hand, smiled flatly but firmly, "Brother will gradually understand you in the future."

Xiang Jingyuan tilted his head and gave a sneer, his phone turned on, it was a message from Fang Yichen.

"I'm already downstairs, don't be too tired, I'll wait for you to come down anytime."

The smile came back to his face again, he got up and put away his things and went out on his own, and looked back at Qingshan as if he remembered it when he got to the door.

"It's getting late, I'll go back first, you go slowly."

【Speak】

The reason why Xiao Jing's dreams are nightmares is because these are all his personal experiences?