Nie Yiheng returned to his country, back to Chaoshan, his own home.
His apartment is not big, with three bedrooms and a living room.
My parents came home in the afternoon. They knew their son was coming back yesterday, so they closed the store early.
Nie Yiheng came back in casual clothes.
"Are you back?" Nie's mother asked. "I got you a scallion pancake from the store. It was your favorite."
When Nie Yiheng looked at the scallion pancake, he thought of the photo of Miaomiao, who looked so bright and brilliant.
Nie Yiheng felt like he was being stabbed in the heart with needles and said, "I don't feel like eating now."
"Did you just come back and have jet lag?" Nie's mother asked again.
"A little bit." Nie Yiheng was not happy. The previous Nie Yiheng had died long ago.
From the moment he sent the blood-stained military uniform to Miao Jin, Nie Yiheng felt like he was living a life worse than death.
The person who was at the top of my heart for 30 years is still at the top of my heart now. We used to be sweet and sweet together, but we also had fights. We went through all the ups and downs of first love. Maybe he is the only one who is sad now.
"Why is the interval between your return so short this time?" Nie's mother asked again.
"Mom, I'm going abroad for peacekeeping, so I'm coming back this time," said Nie Yiheng.
Mother Nie was stunned for a moment, and Father Nie was also stunned. "Going abroad for peacekeeping? That's very dangerous."
"I know. It's a soldier's mission." Nie Yiheng said again.
Mother Nie frowned and said, "Yiheng, a family like ours doesn't seek wealth or fame, we just want you to be safe and sound. You're our only child. A few days ago, the aunt next door wanted to introduce you to a girl. You're already 26, and here, it's not too late, but it's time for you to get married."
Nie Yiheng stared at the scallion pancake, took out his cell phone, completely ignored the request for him to introduce a partner, and flipped through the old photos.
"Mom, do you know this girl?" Nie Yiheng asked.
This is a photo of Miaomiao taken two years ago. In the photo, she looks pretty and charming, with a very bold smile.
The pride of a young lady from a noble family is not fake, and she has a temperament that stands out from the crowd.
"This one looks so familiar." Mother Nie said, "I think I've seen it somewhere."
Nie Yiheng remembered that Miao Jin was wearing a down jacket in the photo. "It was winter."
Mother Nie finally remembered, "Oh, there are so many customers every day that I almost forgot about this lady. She watched me make scallion pancakes for a long time that day, and she also learned from your father for a long time and stood here for a long time, otherwise I would have forgotten."
"Really?" Nie Yiheng asked lightly.
"Yes, this lady said she wanted to make it for her husband to eat." Mother Nie said again.
Nie Yiheng's heart sank, and he asked again, "Really?"
"Yes. Judging from the appearance of this young lady, she is from a wealthy family. She can even cook for her husband. It is really rare." Mother Nie said again. She looked at the photos on Nie Yiheng's mobile phone. The phone went dark. Mother Nie tapped it lightly, but accidentally swiped to the next one. The next one was also a photo of Miao Jin. She was in the canyon, smiling brightly.
"Why do you have so many photos of her?" Mother Nie was suddenly puzzled and felt that the world was too small.
"She and I were classmates in middle school. When I returned to the United States this time, I saw her photo. It was right in front of our store." Nie Yiheng said lightly.
"Oh, that must have been taken by her husband. She is very pretty, really pretty." Mother Nie said sincerely.
"Yes. When I was in school, no one dared to chase me." Nie Yiheng suddenly smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth.
He always felt that this smile was a bit sad, as if he had returned to the past, but he knew that the past could never be returned to.
At night, Nie Yiheng lay on his single bed, thinking about Qiu Dongyue's words.
"I know that you and Miaomiao are in love, but you two are not suitable, just like me. I thought I would be happy after marrying my husband, but I can never get into his heart. People like us are used to being poor. Besides, you are a soldier, away from home all year round, and you spend very little time at home. I heard that you went to Morocco and Miaomiao went to Yale. You have no common language since you were born, and you are so far away from each other. To be honest, I don't think you will have a good relationship at all." Qiu Dongyue said this with deep emotion and from her own experience.
Nie Yiheng had already thought of this situation.
A month later, Nie Yiheng went to Morocco and the explosion happened. He wrote Miao Jin's address and her name on his shirt all over, for fear that one day he would die and Miao Miao would not get any news from him. When he went to Jiang Xingyun's house, he also saw MJ on Jiang Xingyun's clothes.
It must have been custom-made from a Filipino designer. He knew that the Filipino designer was inspired by him and was very moved, so he incorporated this inspiration into the design. However, most people just thought it was fun and didn't know the story behind it.
Nie Yiheng thought he would never wake up, so his comrades sent his clothes to Miao Jin, which was also his instruction before he fell into a coma. His comrades said that when he was in a coma, he called "Miao Miao" more than three thousand times a day, and he survived like this.
Even though he survived, he was also dead in Miao Jin's heart, and there was no possibility of him ever being able to survive again.
He just sent a WeChat message to Qiu Dongyue, saying that the mission had been completed.
Back from hell, no talk of love.
Nie Yiheng was also very self-deprecating during this relationship. He believed that she and Jiang Xingyun were a perfect match, and he was not worthy of them.
If he had known he was not worthy of her, he should not have provoked her, but he did, and provoked her for a year.
In the end, she was defeated by her mother and the distance in reality. She and Jiang Xingyun were the real destined ones.
Nie Yiheng lay on the bed, turned over, and tears began to fall.
Miaomiao!
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After meeting Nie Yiheng, Miao Jin's worries were no longer so serious.
Miaomiao had never imagined how she would face Nie Yiheng if Jiang Xingyun had not appeared.
Maybe she will cry and beg to be with him so that the broken mirror can be reconciled from then on.
She never thought that Jiang Xingyun was invading her heart day by day.
Although they were all trivial daily matters, not life or death, and had never made her cry, because they were so subtle and silent, Miao Jin overlooked one thing - Jiang Xingyun's current position at the top of Miao Jin's heart.
Therefore, the shock of meeting Nie Yiheng was not that great.
That day, she received a call from an American charity organization, asking Miao Jin to go to China to translate a conference.
Miao Jin asked Jiang Xingyun if he wanted to go?
Jiang Xingyun said, "I'm going on a business trip."
Miao Jin was particularly surprised, "Are you on a business trip too?"
Jiang Xingyun leaned lazily on the armrest of the sofa, "Shouldn't I be on a business trip?"
Miao Jin's eyes flickered a few times. "You never talked about work in your free time. I thought you were Mr. Jiang, working part-time. I always thought you could do your job even when you were having fun. I'm surprised you suddenly said you were going on a business trip."
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