"Girl, girl..." The voice coming from the window was like a whisper, so far away, and so unreal. After a pause, the person inside seemed to wake up suddenly, and suddenly threw back the quilt. He climbed to the window and pushed it open. "Girl. It's really you!"
"Zhong Mingwei..." When Mei Ya spoke again, her voice was hoarse. She felt that she was really useless. But facing this face that she had been thinking about day and night, she couldn't help it. She was busy wiping her eyes with her hand. She didn't dare to look at Zhong Mingwei again. She just held the full bowl of zongzi in her arms, and sniffed, "Are you alone?"
Zhong Mingwei was startled. Then he understood. He looked at the girl in front of him who looked like a puppy with mud on its head. His heart was about to break. His lips trembled. Then he whispered, "There is no one else, just me."
Mei Ya suddenly felt relieved. Then she unbuttoned her outer garment and put the big bowl of zongzi on the windowsill, whispering to Zhong Mingwei, "It's warm and delicious."
Zhong Mingwei's eyes fell on the bowl of zongzi in front of him. He suddenly looked at Mei Ya again, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled: "This... is made by you?"
"I made it, come and eat it, the dumplings I made are delicious, Grandma Chen and Mr. Chen keep praising me..." Mei Ya whispered. She didn't dare look at Zhong Mingwei, fearing that she would lose her composure, so she just stared at the two big hands on the windowsill. Even so, her tears couldn't stop. Those hands had once so gently stroked her face, had so rascally unbuttoned her clothes, had so carefully ground the ugly stone into two pendants...
It was these hands that once held the chess pieces and played chess with Xiao An under candlelight.
Her entire face was wet, and Meiya felt it was difficult to breathe. She couldn't stay there any longer, so she wiped her face quickly, then picked up her skirt, turned around and ran away.
Zhong Mingwei was trembling all over as he watched Mei Ya stumbling out. He wanted to chase after her so much, even if he had to drag his two unsteady legs, even if he had to sacrifice his own face, he still wanted to chase after this humble and selfless girl who should have hated him to the core but didn't even dare to look at him from beginning to end. But in the end he didn't chase after her. His two hands just held on to the windowsill, watching the girl disappear into the night, and then he suddenly collapsed on the kang, letting the tears slide down his eyes.
"Master..." Pang Yi had heard the noise a long time ago. He came out after Mei Ya left. Standing in front of the window, looking at the bowl of rice dumplings, Pang Yi felt indescribably blocked in his heart. After a long while, he spoke with great effort, "How about... bring the Madam back?"
Not getting an answer, Pang Yi could not help but sigh. When he was about to take a step, he heard Zhong Mingwei calling him.
"Pang Yi."
"Hmm?" Pang Yi turned around in a hurry and looked at the dark room with a look of surprise. In fact, he could not see anything except two frighteningly bright eyes. He asked excitedly, "Master, have you thought it through? Are you willing to let your wife come back?"
"Tomorrow, find someone to fix the windows," Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice. After a pause, he added, "Replace the doors with two new ones."
"Master, you are..." Pang Yi was startled, and then he stuck his head in the window, "You have really made up your mind to... to completely cut off contact with the Madam."
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything else. He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt over his head.
Pang Yi stood there in a daze for a long time, then walked away silently.
…
The next day.
Meiya got up very early because today was the day when classes at the "Jixian Book House" started. In the past, at this time, Grandma Chen would get up early to cook for Chen Qingxuan, but now with Meiya here, there was no need for her to go to the kitchen herself. Besides, Grandma Chen also wanted the two of them to have some time alone, so she was naturally happy for Meiya to cook for Chen Qingxuan instead. So when Chen Qingxuan got up, he saw that Meiya had already prepared a table of exquisite meals. When he was staring at the food on the table, he saw Meiya bringing out a bowl of millet porridge.
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