Chapter 131 Extra 12
In the evening, the two had a hotpot meal. Lin Qingyu had also eaten hotpot at Dayu, and didn't think it was anything new. The only thing that found him strange was that before the meal, Jiang Xing used hot tea to scald both of their bowls and chopsticks, as if he was performing some kind of mysterious ritual.
The waiter thoughtfully brought them aprons, oil-proof bags for their phones, and also gave Lin Qingyu a hair band so that he could tie up his hair.
"Wait a minute." Jiang Xing took out a little bear scrunchie and said, "I bought it for you. Use mine."
Lin Qingyu was not satisfied: "Why is it a bear?"
Jiang Xing said, "If you can't find a little snake, you can just use the little bear for now. I'll buy one for you online later."
Lin Qingyu took the hairband and said, "No need, just use it for now."
Lin Qingyu casually tied her long hair with a teddy bear hairband, and then sat waiting for Jiang Xing to feed her. Jiang Xing prepared a dipping sauce for him and swore that it was a secret recipe passed down from the Jiang family. If Lin Qingyu wasn't his wife, he would never tell anyone else about it.
Lin Qingyu was thinking about the dangers of premature love, and hesitated: "You are still a minor, so it seems that you cannot have a wife."
Jiang Xing was forced to compromise: "Okay, if it's not my wife, then it's my boyfriend, okay?"
Lin Qingyu heard this kind of address for the first time and asked in confusion: "Boyfriend?"
Jiang Xing explained to Lin Qingyu the meaning of boyfriend. Lin Qingyu said: "Very good. From now on in your hometown, you will be my boyfriend."
Jiang Xing sighed: "The more I live, the more I go backwards."
When they were halfway through their meal, a family of three arrived at the next table. Dad was pushing a stroller, and a little boy about one year old was sitting in the stroller, looking at them curiously with his big round eyes.
Jiang Xing stared at the baby carriage, his hand holding the food hanging in the air, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused. Why did he feel like he had been in a wheelchair similar to a baby carriage that needed someone to push it?
Suddenly, Jiang Xing whispered, "Fuck Qingyu."
Lin Qingyu's hand trembled, and the beef ball that he had finally picked up fell back into the pot: "What are you doing? You scared me."
"I remember now," Jiang Xing was a little excited, "I remembered that I traveled to Dayu."
Lin Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and stopped picking up the beef balls: "Are you serious?"
Jiang Xing nodded excitedly: "So I really am not dead, and I was reborn as General Gu?"
Lin Qingyu felt something was wrong: "What do you mean?"
"Well, I remember it, but I don't remember it completely." Jiang Xing spread his hands, "I only remember what happened when I was Lu Wancheng. I haven't remembered what you said about Gu Fuzhou."
Lin Qingyu: “…”
Could it be that the memory is restored one life at a time, first Lu Wancheng, then Gu Fuzhou, and finally Xiao Li?
Jiang Xing was immersed in memories: "So, after I became Gu Fuzhou, I chased you? I confessed to you?" Jiang Xing couldn't help but sigh, "I am so promising, I am worthy of being me."
Lin Qingyu looked at Jiang Xing silently. No matter how much of his memory has been restored, Jiang Xing is still Jiang Xing, and his nature has not changed at all. In just a few days, he recovered his memory of his entire life, and it would probably not take long for him to fully recover.
Lin Qingyu was not too worried, and even had the leisure to joke with Jiang Xing: "You? Memorize the Book of Songs first."
Jiang Xing's smile gradually disappeared: "...No, was it you who pursued me? Did you confess to me? Am I so frustrated? No, I don't believe it."
Lin Qingyu continued to enjoy his beef balls and said calmly: "I don't know, figure it out yourself."
Jiang Xing's memory only went back to the night when Lu Wancheng died. He was full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge about what happened later. While boiling beef tripe for Lin Qingyu, he asked, "Don't you still like girls? Why are you willing to marry me a second time?"
"What do you think?"
"I didn't embarrass General Gu, did I?"
"No."
"How are the others in Nan'an Marquis' Mansion?"
“Basically alive.”
"What about Shen Huaishi?"
“It’s OK.”
Jiang Xing was silent for a minute, as if he wanted to confirm, and then asked: "Qingyu, do you really like me?"
"Um."
Jiang Xing held his chin and looked at the beautiful woman with a ponytail opposite him: "What do you like about me?"
Lin Qingyu raised her eyes and glanced at him: "I like your good looks, forever eighteen years old."
Jiang Xing didn't know whether he believed it or not, and smiled and said, "I love this reason - then when did you fall in love with me?"
Lin Qingyu did not give an answer immediately. When did he fall in love with Jiang Xing? Was it during the Lantern Festival that year, or when he married Gu Fuzhou, or even earlier.
Perhaps his love for Lu Wancheng had already begun to sprout in Nan'an Marquis' Mansion, but at that time he did not know what love was. He only knew that Lu Wancheng was doomed to die, and even if he noticed his feelings, he didn't dare to investigate further.
Jiang Xing now only has the memory of that life, which can be considered to have made up for the regrets he had in Lu Wancheng's life.
"Qingyu?"
Lin Qingyu came back to his senses and was about to answer, but he discovered something important: "Your tripe is going to be burned."
In order to make the hair tie Jiang Xing bought worth the money, Lin Qingyu kept her hair long for a few more days. Jiang Xing took out his dusty camera and would put the lens against Lin Qingyu's face to take pictures whenever he had time.
Lin Qingyu was wearing a headband with cat ears. She had just finished washing her face when she heard a voice: "Qingyu, turn back."
Lin Qingyu's face suddenly appeared in the camera. Under the dim and ambiguous light of the bathroom, his face seemed to emit a faint glow.
Jiang Xing was so stunned that he even forgot to press the shutter button and sighed in a low voice: "...Fuck."
Lin Qingyu took off the cat-ear headband and let his long hair fall down: "High school students, stop swearing. If you've taken enough pictures, I'll cut my hair short today. It's inconvenient to have long hair here." He didn't want to be mistaken for the wrong gender as soon as he went out.
Jiang Xing had no objection to this. Lin Qingyu with long hair is certainly amazing, but he is also looking forward to what Lin Qingyu will look like with short hair. "Okay, I'll help you find a reliable teacher Tony."
Teacher Tony opened a studio and had the title of the legendary chief stylist. Jiang Xing's hair had never been messed up in his hands. But Lin Qingyu thought that this didn't mean anything, after all, Jiang Xing didn't mess up when he cut his hair randomly.
Tony blew some rainbow farts on Lin Qingyu's face and hair, and asked, "What kind of hairstyle do you want, handsome guy?"
Jiang Xing said, "What suggestions do you have?"
"The handsome guy has fair skin, so you can try dyeing it a light color to match his facial features and go for the aloof and noble route, which also matches his temperament." Tony said exaggeratedly, "To be honest, when I first saw him, I had the urge to kneel down and pay my respects to him."
Jiang Xing asked Lin Qingyu: "Do you want to dye your hair?"
Lin Qingyu said: "That's not necessary. I don't want to attract too much attention."
Tony smiled and said, "That might be a little difficult."
Jiang Xing said: "I don't want to be a noble gentleman, I just want to be simple and generous. By the way, can you keep the cut hair for me as a souvenir?"
Lin Qingyu cut his long hair short for the first time after keeping it for twenty years. Without the cover of long hair, the outline of his face became clearer, which to some extent magnified his delicate facial features. Tony had bangs on his forehead, which slightly covered his eyebrows, and when he lowered his eyes, it slightly slowed down the sharp attack of his beauty.
Lin Qingyu looked at himself in the mirror, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar. The face is the same, but the hair has changed from long to short, but the feeling it gives has changed, it is less gaudy and more refreshing.
A hand was gently placed on Lin Qingyu's hair. Lin Qingyu looked up at Jiang Xing, waiting for his comment. Teacher Tony standing by was full of praise, using the same words as good-looking, elegant, handsome and beautiful, without any new ideas.
Jiang Xing looked at him in the mirror for three seconds, then looked away first, saying with a smile, "It's a little bit poisonous, baby. I won't be able to press your hair anymore."
When Jiang Xing was signing the order, he saw Tony and Lin Qingyu chatting alone for a while out of the corner of his eye. The two left the studio, and without waiting for Jiang Xing to ask, Lin Qingyu handed the business card Tony gave him to Jiang Xing. This is a business card of a talent scout from an entertainment company. It's not surprising that Tony knows someone in that circle.
Jiang Xing held the business card between his fingers and threw it out like playing poker. The business card flew sideways into the trash can on the side of the road. "Qingyu, when I go back to school, I won't be able to accompany you 24 hours a day, you..."
Lin Qingyu knew what he was going to say and said, "It's okay. I have a cell phone, air conditioning, and milk tea. Just go to school with peace of mind."
Jiang Xing had to admit: "You really have figured out the lifestyle of modern people."
On the last day of the holiday, they did not return to Zhujiang New Town, but went to a house owned by Jiang Xing near the school. In order to sleep half an hour longer in the morning, Jiang Xing lives here every day except on holidays. The school district house is quite old. It doesn’t look as good as the large flats next to the Pearl River. It is also small in size, but its decoration is not sloppy at all. The school district house is only a five-minute walk from Jiang Xing’s high school, and the ten minutes after class are enough for Jiang Xing to climb over the wall and go home to see his wife.
Jiang Xing bought all the Chinese medical books he could find on e-books, subscribed to memberships on all the video websites, and finally taught Lin Qingyu how to play games step by step. "If you still feel bored, send me a WeChat message and I'll take a leave and come back to accompany you."
Lin Qingyu was playing games and said absentmindedly, "I know."
Jiang Xing thought about it and was reluctant to leave his beautiful wife alone at home, so he said half-truthfully: "Qingyu, why don't I take a leave of absence from school? I want to stick with you. Anyway, when we return to Dayu, academic qualifications don't seem to be of much use."
Lin Qingyu was fighting in a team battle, without even looking up: "Not necessarily, learning more won't be a bad thing. If you complete your studies successfully, the King of Dayu will at least graduate from high school in the future instead of dropping out."
Jiang Xing sighed: "Okay, then you continue playing, I'll get busy."
Lin Qingyu asked casually: "What are you busy with?"
Jiang Xing was full of resentment: "Make up your homework."
Lin Qingyu: “…”
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