Gao Ziyin thought for a moment and said, "I want to eat."
"I'll go buy it later."
Gao Ziyin was silent again. She always felt that her illness had worsened a lot since Jiang Yancheng came. Maybe it was just as Feng Jin said, she had a heart disease. But Gao Ziyin had not thought about him at all in the past few days. She had always wanted to forget him. Why did her illness worsen after he came?
Gao Ziyin ate his porridge and went back to bed to sleep.
Jiang Yancheng went out and took a taxi to China Supermarket instead of driving. He bought a lot of vegetables, meat, and hot pot base. In fact, eating hot pot is not difficult at all, but there are too many things and it looks messy, so it feels troublesome.
Jiang Yancheng handed it over to the aunties in the kitchen and asked them to pick the vegetables and put them on the plates.
Before Jiang Yancheng came back, Gao Zinyin had already gotten up from the bed. She sat on the bay window with her hands on her knees, looking at the vast fields of lavender outside the window. She loved France so much, loved Provence, and loved to smell the fragrance of lavender all year round.
She looked like a god.
Jiang Yancheng bought a financial newspaper and read it. He didn't understand French and could only speak a few simple daily expressions. He learned some of them temporarily when he came to France last time, and he didn't study them specifically at other times.
Gao Zinyin didn't notice what he was doing and kept staring out the window.
"Gao Ziyin, what does taux de change mean?" Jiang Yancheng sat on the sofa and asked Gao Ziyin who was sitting by the window.
Gao Ziyin didn't hear it and still looked absent-minded.
"Gao Ziyin." Jiang Yancheng put down the newspaper and looked over sideways.
He called her name again, as if he were familiar with it.
Gao Ziyin heard it now and turned his head to ask, "What's wrong?"
"What does the word taux de change mean?"
This word has many meanings. Gao Ziyin wanted to know the context, so she said, "Bring the newspaper here so I can see it."
"Come here." Jiang Yancheng said.
He was lying sideways with his legs crossed, seemingly motionless.
"I'm sick." Gao Zinyin continued to look out the window and ignored him.
Jiang Yancheng glanced at her and could only move his body, got up, went to the bay window, and pointed at the sentence to show Gao Zinyin.
Jiang Yancheng stood beside the bay window while Gao Ziyin sat. Jiang Yancheng looked at the top of her head and the fragrance of her hair filled his nostrils again. At that moment, all the mundane mediocrity and his past were gone. It was like he was in Provence. He was nothing but a man, no longer the Jiang Yancheng who had the final say.
Gao Zinyin frowned slightly and looked at the newspaper seriously. She was always serious about her work.
"Taux de change means exchange rate. Aren't you studying finance? Don't you even understand this word?" Gao Zinyin said, as if condemning his ignorance.
"Translate this title for me word by word," he said.
Gao Zinyin looked up at him unhappily and thought, does he also ask others questions?
Gao Ziyin lowered his head again. "This sentence means the countermeasures for sudden increases or decreases in the bank's benchmark exchange rate."
Jiang Yancheng nodded as if he suddenly understood something, then sat on the sofa and watched.
The room was silent again.
It seemed that Gao Zinyin had never gotten along with Jiang Yancheng like this before.
Six, never.
He never disdained such interactions.
The only time we were together was last time, in the castle. We didn't do anything, just spent five days together.
It seems that doing that is truly meaningful to him.
Five days of physical possessions, five days that left Gao Ziyin with a deep psychological trauma.
It's rare to see him so pure and unselfish.
Gao Ziyin turned his head and saw that he seemed to be reading very seriously, so he asked, "Do you understand?"
Jiang Yancheng was still reading seriously, his eyes still on the newspaper. He said slowly, "Have you ever played Minesweeper?"
"No. No games."
"Mine sweeping is to use known data to determine the number of mines around." Jiang Yancheng shook the newspaper, as if he had finished reading a paragraph.
"Well, what does it have to do with you?" Gao Zinyin asked again.
"From the word 'exchange rate' you told me, I can judge the meaning of the surrounding words. I have always understood exchange rates and can understand them roughly." Jiang Yancheng said, putting away half a page of newspaper.
Gao Zinyin turned his head again. He was indeed very calculating and had a mind that was different from that of an ordinary person.
Just like that, from the time the sun rose to the time the sun set, Gao Ziyin's days were very peaceful. He did not act as domineeringly as he had in the past, forcing Gao Ziyin to do this or that.
Gao Ziyin had hotpot in the evening and ate it very happily. She hadn't had hotpot for a few days. They used an induction cooker and the heat made her face red. Gao Ziyin ate by herself and didn't pay any attention to Jiang Yancheng.
She wanted to ask, how would he stay the next night?
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