"Just what?"
"Just say I have a boyfriend, okay?" Miao Jin asked.
Nie Yiheng smiled, a bright and genuine smile, "Your boyfriend? Who is he?"
"I just said my boyfriend is a soldier, okay?" Miao Jin said again.
"Okay!" Nie Yiheng said this word very solemnly.
It is just this one word "good", without any vows or oaths, without any sweet words.
But with this word "OK", Miao Jin heard the solemnity in his heart.
At that time, Nie Yiheng was eleven years old and Miao Jin was nineteen years old.
The time of first love in youth is the most brilliant.
Without any entanglement or calculation, she never thought about his family. She just felt that love was enough to satisfy her hunger. With love, she had everything.
Miao Jin was sitting on the plane, looking at the rolling clouds outside the window. He unconsciously stretched out his hands and realized that he had been crying for a long time.
It was just a childhood sweetheart, but even after so many years, the image of him being so sincere and handsome still comes to my mind.
When the plane arrived in Morocco, it was not Gao Ziyin who came to pick her up.
Miao Jin was very surprised.
Fifth Aunt was still as charming and seductive as ever. She was the most beautiful woman Miao Jin had ever seen. No wonder Fifth Uncle—
After getting in the car, Gao Ziyin said, "I heard Yancheng say you were coming, and he's cooking for you at home. Let me pick you up."
"Isn't Fifth Aunt in France?" Miao Jin asked.
"No, I'm attending the meeting you translated for. Besides, our company has developed an essential oil company in France," Gao Ziyin said. "Your fifth uncle and I bought a house in Morocco. Don't stay in a hotel tonight. Let's go home."
Gao Ziyin smiled and said, "Okay."
As soon as Miao Jin entered his fifth uncle's house, he felt a particularly relaxed and free atmosphere. Moreover, his fifth uncle was really handsome. He only caught a glimpse of him at the wedding, and he must have been the most handsome of all the uncles. The most important thing was that his handsome temperament made people fall in love at first sight.
It seems like there is some similarity between him and that person.
After entering the house, Miao Jin said that he wanted to go to the kitchen to say hello to his fifth uncle.
Gao Ziyin said, "Ignore him. If you ignore him, he will pay attention to you."
Miao Jin smiled again. She felt that her fifth uncle and fifth aunt got along so well. She especially liked this kind of atmosphere.
Jiang Yancheng came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, beating eggs with a whisk. "How can you educate the younger generation like this?"
Miao Jin greeted Jiang Yancheng and went into the kitchen. His fifth uncle seemed to be making a Moroccan dish, Boustila sweet pie.
"Why did Uncle Wu think of making this dish?" Miao Jin asked.
"Your fifth aunt likes it and insisted that I learn it. There's nothing I can do." Jiang Yancheng seemed to shake his head, looking particularly helpless.
Miao Jin learns to cook very seriously.
"What are you looking at? Are you ready to learn?" Jiang Yancheng asked.
"Yes, I want to learn how to cook it for Ayan." Miao Jin said.
Jiang Yancheng looked at Miao Jin with great interest. "Has the feng shui of our family changed? For our whole generation, the husband has always cooked for the wife. Has it changed with you?"
Miao Jin smiled again.
In the evening, Miao Jin realized that she was superfluous staying at her fifth uncle's house.
From the room of the fifth uncle and fifth aunt, the voice of the fifth aunt kept coming out, "Jiang Yancheng, get out of here, get away from me." They were living a prosperous life despite the noisy atmosphere.
On the next day, Miao Jin and Gao Ziyin went to the venue together, and the translation went smoothly.
In the afternoon, Gao Ziyin was about to go home. Miao Jin said that she had a friend in Morocco and wanted to visit her, so she asked Gao Ziyin to go home first.
Gao Ziyin didn't think much about it and went back.
Miao Jin had checked the map here and knew how to get to that little-known place.
This place is already remote, and after that incident this spring, there are even fewer people here, and almost no one comes here.
Looking at the low wall that had been blown down, Miao Jin couldn't hold back his tears. He stood there, as if he couldn't hold on and would collapse at any moment.
If I remember correctly, the local newspaper once gave this place a very short report -
From then on, the man who made her heart beat fast in her youth, the man who had waited for her for five years - was gone.
Gao Zinyin didn't want to think about it anymore.
From the time it happened until now, she has never been here.
This feeling has always been in her heart.
In the next few days, Gao Ziyin's translation of the conference went smoothly. She was actually an expert in this field.
She bought a lot of Moroccan specialties and returned to the United States.
Aunt Wu gave her a set of very expensive essential oils.
It was an afternoon when I returned to the United States.
As usual, she didn't tell Jiang Xingyun and went home alone.
She wanted to put down the carpet she bought from Morocco. It was not too big and would fit perfectly under the coffee table in front of the sofa.
She was alone. She moved the coffee table, spread the carpet, and knelt there, looking at the position of the carpet. She looked quite gentle and submissive like a Japanese woman.
Little did she know that at this moment, Jiang Xingyun had just returned home and was leaning against the door frame, staring at her with interest.
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