Landing On My Heart

When the needle pointed to seven o'clock, the last ray of light from the sky was swept away, and the rows of street lamps suddenly lit up neatly. Even though a hundred miles away, the light was filtered by the curtains, Ruan Sixian still felt glaring.

She covered her eyes and turned to turn on the light.

Before my hand touched the switch, I heard the person behind say: "If it were you, how would you choose?"

Ruan Sixian's hands froze in mid-air, the light was not turned on, and the living room was still dark.

Dong Xian stood two meters away from her, and said softly, "The last chance in this life to take the pilot test, or staying at home with your husband and child, what do you choose?"

There was a long silence in the room, and even the air seemed to be stagnant and not flowing.

The atmosphere around her tightly pinched her neck and her brain, she couldn't think, her nerves were throbbing, as if they were going to explode in the next second.

"I won't let her choose between the two."

Suddenly, a hand covered the back of Ruan Sixian's hand, and she pressed the switch, and the bright light illuminated the entire living room.

He held Ruan Sixian's hand, and stood sideways in front of her, blocking Dong Xian's direct gaze.

"Auntie, it doesn't make sense for you to ask this kind of question. This kind of hypothetical doesn't hold for me."

Hearing his firm voice, Ruan Sixian raised her head and stared at him blankly, her throat itching.

It was very windy outside. He just came back, and there was still a gust of cold air on his clothes, but his palms were warm.

When Dong Xian asked, Ruan Sixian's temples suddenly tightened, and she felt that she was standing on the steel wire on the cliff, and she might fall if she moved.

His voice, like a strong rope, pulled her ashore.

The sudden arrival of Fu Mingyu broke the delicate stalemate between Dong Xian and Ruan Sixian.

He glanced into the dining room, and the dishes on the table were barely moved.

"Auntie, have you eaten? Do you want to sit down and have dinner together?"

His "invitation" seemed to be an order to expel the guests.

Needless to say, Dong Xian weighed her and Fu Mingyu's status in this house in her heart, and the answer was clear.

She clearly felt Ruan Sixian's dependence on Fu Mingyu.

The two stood opposite her, and there seemed to be a barrier between them, showing that they were on different positions.

In the end, they still have to part on bad terms.

She sighed silently, walked to the table, and tested the temperature of the bowl of soup with the back of her hand.

"It's still hot." She said, "The pigeon is very fresh, and the medicinal materials in it are also carefully selected. It can calm the nerves and calm the nerves. Drink it while it's hot."

The moment the door slammed, Fu Mingyu turned around and looked at Ruan Sixian.

He raised his hand to touch her cheek.

However, before touching her skin, she suddenly walked forward, fell on the sofa, and fell into the pillow.

"I'm stuck."

Taking advantage of Fu Mingyu's inattention, she rubbed her eyes, "Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid my baby will be bullied." Fu Mingyu picked up the dishes on the table and walked to the kitchen: "And doesn't someone here want me to eat with her?"

Ruan Sixian rolled her eyes on the sofa, turned over with her pillow in her arms, her back was facing him, the corners of her mouth curled up, she stood up and ran into the kitchen with the leftover dishes.

Fu Mingyu put the vegetable patch into the microwave, "Why is Auntie here today?"

"Bring me something to eat." Ruan Sixian pointed to the table outside, "Did you see, fresh pigeon soup."

When the first dish was ready, he brought it out and asked at the same time, "Just something to eat?"

Ruan Sixian said "Oh", "By the way, let's have a heart-to-heart exchange."

Does heart-to-heart communication create such an atmosphere?

If he didn't know that Dong Xian was coming, he felt uneasy and rushed back immediately, maybe with Ruan Sixian's temper, he would have a big fight with others at home.

Fu Mingyu turned around, leaned against the cabinet, slightly arched his back, just at eye level with Ruan Sixian.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Did you quarrel with your mother?"

"Hmm." Ruan Sixian turned around to serve the meal, with a hint of indifference in her tone, "Didn't you hear that?"

Fu Mingyu hugged her neck, hooked his wrist and held her chin: "Then tell brother, what's the fight with mom?"

His tone was relaxed, and he really sounded like an older brother coaxing a child.

But Ruan Sixian always knew that Fu Mingyu had vague guesses about her family's affairs for so long.

But she didn't say, and he didn't ask.

Ruan Sixian lowered her head and did not speak.

The microwave made a "ding", and Fu Mingyu let go of her, and reached out to open the microwave.

"It's okay, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to. Let's eat first."

When Ruan Sixian has nothing important to do, she always eats only seven percent full for dinner.

If you eat too much, you will easily feel sleepy and your mind will not be clear.

But the hour Dong Xian came here seemed to have exhausted all her energy, her stomach was very empty, and she unknowingly added a bowl of rice.

The cup of pigeon soup was put aside, it had cooled down at some point, and gave off a fishy smell.

Fu Mingyu sat opposite her, serving a bowl of winter melon soup.

Ruan Sixian was about to reach out to pick it up, but the other party put it in her mouth.

"..."

Fu Mingyu paused, "Can you still eat?"

Ruan Sixian withdrew her hand and nodded resignedly.

"Okay, I can't eat."

Fu Mingyu smiled and took a sip. The temperature of the soup was just right, so he handed it to Ruan Sixian.

Ruan Sixian turned her head: "I don't want to eat what comes from me."

The person opposite looked up at her, half-closed his eyes, "Do you want me to feed you?"

Normally, Ruan Sixian would roll her eyes and say, "I'm not disabled."

But recalling what Zheng Youan said at noon today, she lowered her head and touched her nails, "But I heard that some girls have a boyfriend who has never washed fruit by herself, tied her shoelaces by herself, and doesn't even have a mineral water bottle Twist it yourself."

"That's someone else." Fu Mingyu nodded while drinking the soup, "You are different, you are a woman who can uncap a bottle with one hand."

"..."

"Let me tell you." Across the table, Ruan Sixian lifted Fu Mingyu's calf, "I'm very popular now, you'd better treat me better, otherwise my [-] Weibo fans can say a word scold you to death."

Not only that, but just yesterday morning, many media rushed to interview her.

Ruan Sixian didn't have the energy or the time, so she rejected most of them and only accepted a few very formal invitations from mainstream media.Otherwise, she would have to find an agent if they all agreed.

Fu Mingyu chuckled lightly.

Ruan Sixian heard a bit of disdain from his laughter.

"What do you mean?"

Fu Mingtang looked up at her, raised his eyebrows, got up and walked to her side.

"Open your mouth."

Ruan Sixian seemed to have PTSD when hearing these two words, she could recall everything that happened this morning when she heard these two words, instead of opening her mouth, she clenched her teeth.

Seeing her appearance, Fu Mingyu stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon, and said casually, "Don't you want me to feed you?"

"You said the same thing in the morning—" Ruan Sixian fed the spoon into her mouth, her brain froze, and her earlobes slowly turned red.

"Huh?" Fu Mingyu touched her lower lip with a spoon, "What did I say this morning?"

Ruan Sixian snatched the bowl from him, and pushed him away with hands and feet, "Go away, I'm not disabled."

While drinking the soup, Fu Mingyu had been sitting next to her, leaning on the back of the chair, thinking about something with his head down.

He touched his pants, and there was a hard box inside.

I just wanted to take it out, thought about it, and then forgot.

"You can smoke if you want."

Ruan Sixian put down the bowl and said, "It's not like I haven't smoked second-hand smoke before."

"Just one." Fu Mingyu took out the cigarette case, "I don't have time to sleep, I'm very sleepy."

Ruan Sixian sneered.

"If you don't have time to sleep, you lie on the bed without closing your eyes and do this and that."

"How?"

"..."

Ruan Sixian snatched the lighter from his hand, nodded, and looked at him fiercely, "Is the grave short of incense?"

Not only did this action not deter Fu Mingyu, but he tilted his head and lit a cigarette with the fire in Ruan Sixian's hand.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and his head was hanging down. The contours of the brow bone and the bridge of the nose were shadowed by the light, which was so deep that it felt unreal.

However, this unreal feeling made her unable to move her eyes away, staring closely at the movie-like picture.

Not long after, a puff of white smoke floated beside him.

The soup in the bowl had bottomed out, Ruan Sixian put down the lighter, and the spoon in her hand touched the wall of the ceramic bowl, making a crisp sound.

"The last time I drank this soup was during the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school."

"Ok?"

She suddenly mentioned this without thinking, Fu Mingyu paused slightly with his fingertips, shaking off a little of the soot.

"At that time, this store had just opened, and my mother came to school to pick me up for dinner. This was the store."

This sentence was an opportunity she found after brewing a whole meal.

Just now when Fu Mingyu asked her about the family affairs, she didn't open her mouth, either because she didn't want to talk about it, but because she didn't know where to start.

Dong Xian is none other than her mother, and even the wife of the owner of the company Fu Mingyu cooperates with. He should know about it due to emotion and reason.

He is different from others.

If she couldn't even talk to him, Ruan Sixian didn't know who else to talk to.

So even if he didn't ask, Ruan Sixian would find a chance to tell him.

It's just that no matter how long the past has been, it is also a scar, and it will hurt even if it is touched lightly.

It takes courage to speak out.

"My mother divorced my father when I was 14 years old. Later, she seemed to be very busy. She only visited me once or twice a year. The first time I came back, I went to the West Wing Banquet for dinner. Our family never could afford to go there before. Such a restaurant."

Ruan Sixian started from the beginning of the story with a moderate voice, as if she was telling someone else's story.

Speaking of the misunderstanding, she laughed herself.

The period in high school was very boring, and she took it in a few sentences.

"In the third year of high school, airlines come to recruit airlines, but they don't recruit girls, do you know that?"

Fu Mingyu nodded, "I know."

This is not a special case of World Air, at that time, almost all airlines are like this.

"Later, when I was in my junior year, some airline companies came to the school to recruit students." Ruan Sixian raised her chin, "I was very confident at the time, thinking that I would definitely be selected, because the interviewer liked me very much, and the captain who came to give a speech I also left my contact information, so I packed my luggage when I returned to the dormitory."

Fu Mingyu raised his head and said, "Have you left your contact information?"

"Yes, it's very handsome, do you want to see it?"

After speaking, Ruan Sixian took out her mobile phone and showed it to him.

Fu Mingyu didn't look at the phone, but saw her smiling slyly, snorted coldly, and said, "You have a lot of connections."

"If I had a lot of connections, I wouldn't have fallen into that situation." Ruan Sixian put down her phone heavily, thinking of that incident, her eyes showed a bit of contempt, "In the end, I thought I got the access VIP, but it turned out to be just a P, I didn’t even know that the quota was robbed by someone related, I didn’t say anything, and finally found out from others.”

More than half of the smoke on the fingertips burned, and the half-finger-long ash was crumbling.

He sighed softly, shook off the ash, and stubbed out the cigarette by the way.

Under the warm yellow light of the restaurant, Fu Mingyu's eyes looked dim.

Ruan Sixian held her face and looked at him, suddenly felt a strange feeling.

If she hadn't been squeezed out of the quota at that time, she might have met Fu Mingyu long ago.

"If I met you at that time." She thought of something and asked directly, "Will you like me?"

There was only a trace of smoke lingering in the trash can, curling up between Ruan Sixian and Fu Mingyu, slowing down the passage of time.

"If I met you at that time." Fu Mingyu looked straight at her, "Then you are Mrs. Fu now."

Mrs. Fu.

Ruan Sixian froze for a moment, a strange feeling slowly crawled to her heart, scratching like a cat's claw.

The three words "Mrs. Fu" sound very nice.

The main purpose is to make people feel rich as soon as they hear it, "Mrs. Rich".

Ruan Sixian spread her fingers to cover half of her face, she didn't even look at him, her heart was beating violently, and she quickly changed the subject: "My father didn't buy commercial insurance, and he didn't leave me much money after he passed away. I still have to work part-time to earn money, and when others go out on dates and travel, I’m all working part-time.”

Fu Mingyu frowned.

It was hard for him to imagine how Ruan Sixian came here alone during that time.

If only I could have met her sooner.

She will definitely not let her live like that.

At this time, Ruan Sixian suddenly raised her head and smiled triumphantly: "But when I was in college, I was one of the richest in our class."

"..."

Fu Mingyu's thoughts stopped abruptly.

"That can't be helped, who told me I'm pretty." Ruan Sixian straightened her hair and answered Fu Mingyu's questions, "There are Taobao shops looking for me to be a model all day long, and I can earn a thousand a day for shooting, and there is another shop that invites me to go at public expense Shooting at the seaside costs [-] yuan a day, after four years, I have tens of thousands in my small coffers."

"..."

Fu Mingyu suppressed his overflowing pity, raised his eyebrows, "Beach?"

"correct."

"What are you wearing?"

"Is this important?" Ruan Sixian closed her eyes and inhaled, wanting to be pissed off by him, "The point is two thousand five a day."

"Any more pictures?"

Ruan Sixian froze for a moment.

She does.

And maybe the store owner was very satisfied with her photo, and put it on the front page of the store at that time, one click to enter the big picture, and she herself saved the original picture.

Anyway, the filming was so good, there was nothing he couldn't show him.

Ruan Sixian turned on her phone and found those photos from the cloud.

Although it was taken a few years ago, the aesthetics of the photographer at that time were online, and it seems that it is not outdated now.

And even though that store is an online store, it is positioned as mid-end swimwear, which is sexy but not vulgar, and no one will believe that it is an artistic photo without the watermark.

Blue sea, blue sky, golden sandy beach, a 20-year-old girl is sitting on a rock in a fresh-toned swimsuit, with one leg stretched down, and the sand on the tip of her toes, dazzlingly white.

Fu Mingyu took Ruan Sixian's cell phone and glanced at it, his expression unclear.

"It doesn't look good?"

Ruan Sixian stared at him.

Say "yes" and you're dead.

Fu Mingyu didn't answer, turned off the phone, and put it on the table instead.

"I said it looks good, will you show me it tonight?"

"No, go away!"

Fu Mingyu glanced at her, stood up and walked towards her room.

"Really not!" Ruan Sixian immediately stood up and reached out to stop him, "I haven't been in the water for a long time!"

"No? It doesn't matter."

Fu Mingyu whispered in her ear, "I'll buy it for you next time, as long as it's revealing."

He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "It's better to tie it, so it's easy to take off."

Ruan Sixian pursed her lips and nodded, "You take off one of my clothes, and I'll take off your skin, okay?"

"..."

Fu Mingyu was in a stalemate with her, and nodded, "Okay, it's up to you."

He put on his coat and touched her ears, "After the interview tomorrow afternoon, my parents want to invite you home for dinner."

"Well, well—wait."

Ruan Sixian suddenly grabbed his arm, "Why did you invite me to dinner?"

Fu Mingyu found it funny: "Shouldn't it be?"

Looking down and seeing her hesitate again, Fu Mingyu comforted her softly: "You don't need to feel pressured, I didn't mean to force you, I invited you to dinner because of what happened yesterday."

Although Fu Mingyu said that there is no need to be stressed, going to his boyfriend's house for dinner for the first time is more nervous than the first job interview in college.

In order to be in a good state, Ruan Sixian immediately drove Fu Mingyu home, then took a bath and applied a facial mask to make a hair mask... After a short operation, she fell asleep.

And Fu Mingyu left Ruan Sixian's house, walked into the elevator, suddenly thought of something, and called home.

Doudou, I'm sorry, I will wrong you tomorrow.