Jiang Yanqing walked back along the same route, and when she was almost at the intersection where she was going home, it was already dark.
From a distance, Jiang Yanqing saw a blurry figure at the intersection. She blinked and looked carefully before realizing that it should be Fang Mingxiao.
Jiang Yanqing didn't stop and continued walking forward. When she was almost close, Fang Mingxiao turned around and saw Jiang Yanqing.
"You're back?" In the dim night, under the dim street lights, a young man with handsome features opened his thin lips, and his gentle voice slowly entered Jiang Yanqing's ears.
At that moment, as if possessed by some mysterious force, Jiang Yanqing suddenly felt something warm about to flow out from the bottom of her eyes. How long had it been since she had felt this way?
Maybe after I left my grandfather, no one has ever waited for me to come home!
I still remember clearly in my mind that when I was a child, every time I returned home from the village primary school, there was always a tall old man standing at the entrance of the village waiting for me, holding a few candies or a roasted corn in his hand, for fear that I would be hungry when I came back from school.
And I always throw myself into the arms of the old man with great joy. Those days were so carefree that I miss them so much!
Later, I moved to the city and lived in a huge villa with only myself and the nanny. When I grew up a little, I didn’t want the nanny anymore, so I lived alone.
Every time I go home, the empty villa is so quiet that even my words echo. It may be the dream home for many people, but the lights have never been turned on for me in advance.
Jiang Yanqing lowered her head and smiled. People should not live in memories forever. Whether happy or sad, they have all been buried in the heart with that short life.
After figuring this out, Jiang Yanqing wiped the sweat from his forehead when he looked up again, and replied naturally, "I'm back. Have you had dinner?"
Fang Mingxiao shook his head. "I've already prepared the meal and am waiting for you to come back and eat it!"
The two walked side by side towards home, and Jiang Yanqing asked casually, "Did everything go well today?"
"Shun Li, how about you? Why did you come back so late?"
"I should have returned earlier, but I ran into an elderly man who had fainted in the park, so I helped him get home."
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The two walked slowly, and the breeze behind them blew away their voices bit by bit.
After returning home, Jiang Yanqing felt that she had sweated a lot during the day and her body was greasy. She went upstairs to take a shower before coming down to eat.
In the evening, Fang Mingxiao cooked rice, braised eggplant, and stir-fried pork slices, all of which were Jiang Yanqing's favorites. Jiang Yanqing was really hungry and ate two bowls before putting down her chopsticks.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Jiang Yanqing stood up and sat on the sofa. Fang Mingxiao put the dishes in the kitchen and came out with a plate of peeled longan.
Jiang Yanqing's eyes lit up instantly. When Fang Mingxiao placed the longan in front of her, she couldn't wait to reach out, pick one up and put it in her mouth.
He bit a longan in his mouth and said incoherently, "It's very sweet, you should eat it too."
Without waiting for Fang Mingxiao to answer, he picked up another one and handed it to him. Fang Mingxiao reached out to take it. Their fingertips touched lightly and then quickly separated.
Jiang Yanqing was fine, but Fang Mingxiao, who had something hidden in his heart, felt a slight heat on his fingertips, which went all the way to his heart.
Fang Mingxiao hurriedly stuffed the longan into his mouth, stood up, said nothing, and turned into his room.
Jiang Yanqing looked at Fang Mingxiao's back in confusion, opened the newspaper at hand, read it while eating longan, and ignored him.
When Jiang Yanqing was almost done eating the plate of longan, the door rang again and Fang Mingxiao walked out with one hand behind his back.
Jiang Yanqing didn't even raise her head. "Go take a shower and go to bed early."
After waiting for a while, no one responded. Jiang Yanqing then raised her head from the newspaper, glanced at Fang Mingxiao, and raised her eyebrows.
Fang Mingxiao looked at Jiang Yanqing with a rare embarrassment, feeling shy and weird.
After grunting for a long time, Fang Mingxiao stretched out his hands from behind, and a folded red dress appeared in front of Jiang Yanqing.
"One of my classmates went to Shanghai for a few days during the holidays and brought this back. He said he wanted to give it to my family. I don't have anyone at home anymore, so you can keep it."
Jiang Yanqing's eyes fell on the clothes and she refused, "This dress is obviously worth a lot of money. Give it back to him. I don't want it."
Fang Mingxiao frowned. Isn't it said that girls all like beautiful clothes? Jiang Yanqing also likes to make new clothes. Why doesn't she want the one she gave him?
Thinking of this, Fang Mingxiao asked in a low and disappointed voice, "Don't you want to have anything to do with me?"
Jiang Yanqing shook her head. "What are you thinking? We don't need to owe others such a big favor. I don't need clothes. You can go back!"
Hearing "we", Fang Mingxiao pursed his lips, suppressing the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but curl up, and explained, "This is a gift from me to you."
After saying that, he stuffed the clothes into Jiang Yanqing's hands, turned around and went back to the room.
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