Pei Hanzhou looked at his wife who was lying down with her eyes closed, completely confused as to what was going on.
For him, the two of them have not added each other on WeChat so far, just out of a normal man's thinking: it's too troublesome.
He rarely checks his phone when he's busy, and often misses important messages. When they first got married, they weren't familiar enough to chat, and every message from her was about serious business, which could only be handled quickly and at the most appropriate time through his secretary.
Over time, this has become a habit. Besides, since normal communication can be done through secretaries, why bother wasting time adding each other?
He just felt it was unnecessary, but he also ignored the special circumstances like tonight, so when she asked to add WeChat, he did not refuse. Naturally, he felt that it was not a big deal, so he gave her the number casually and then continued to read the book in his hand.
Then his wife refused to add him on WeChat and angrily asked him if he was giving her alms.
"How can this be considered charity?" Pei Hanzhou frowned and asked, "Isn't that how you add someone on WeChat?"
"Please put your phone—"
Lin Luosang sat up suddenly and imitated his movements: "Just like that——"
He stretched out his long arms and made an arcing motion: "Throw it in front of me?"
She asked in disbelief: "Aren't you just giving me alms impatiently? Do you know how many people have begged me to add them on WeChat?"
The performance was quite lively.
He pressed his brow together awkwardly and sighed, "Then I used similar movements when I made macarons for you. Why don't you think I'm giving you alms?"
"That was also a favor to me, but I had no right to protest," she said, "and I was in a good mood at the time."
Pei Hanzhou finally understood: "Then why are you in a bad mood tonight?"
"I'm mad at you."
Pei Hanzhou:?
The bedroom was silent for a long time. Just as Lin Luosang was about to fall asleep, she heard the man say, "I'll tell Zhou Liang tomorrow."
"who?"
"The secretary," he said, "will not let you lose face in front of him."
...That's not the point at all, okay?
Lin Luosang gritted his teeth, feeling that it was really difficult to communicate with this man who sometimes acted like a straight man with a straightforward mind.
Soon, the man put down the book and prepared to go to sleep. Not long after he lay down, he heard her turn over vigorously, and then let out a long breath from her nose, as if there was something weighing on her heart.
With the speed at which she falls asleep, she should be sound asleep in half an hour and there is no way she would be tossing and turning.
The man quickly realized that things were not as simple as he thought: "Can't sleep?"
Lin Luosang wrapped herself in the quilt in anger, saying nothing. Soon, she heard his voice again: "What could have made you so unhappy? How can you vent your anger?"
She answered the last one with a short, punchy two-word response: "Bite you."
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
The man extended his arm and said calmly, "Bite it."
"If you can bear the fact that the teeth marks on my shoulder and the scratches on my back haven't disappeared yet—"
The unscrupulous capitalist just handed it over as a gesture, but he never expected that she would actually catch it and bite it. He didn't even have time to finish his second sentence.
Lin Luosang grabbed his arm and bit him mercilessly, her warm breath spraying on his skin. It was as if he could still feel one of her sharp fangs and the temperature on the inside of her lips.
After venting her anger, she relaxed. Looking at the neat row of teeth marks, she finally felt relieved: "Of course I feel bad. That's what you deserve, and this is it."
The man seemed to be used to her biting. He calmly withdrew his arm and even admired the shape of her teeth. "Have you had braces?"
"No, it's just naturally this way."
Lin Luosang finally felt that the chaotic emotions had dissipated a lot. She couldn't help but raise her hand to pinch her earlobe. When she saw the man's arm, she couldn't help but think of him pinching the thin piece of cloth. She couldn't breathe again. She held her breath and pulled the quilt to cover her nose.
"You want to kill yourself?"
The man leaned over and pulled down her blanket. She held on tightly to it, and unexpectedly, her eyes met his. She didn't have time to suppress the emotions in her eyes.
Pei Hanzhou felt something was wrong and stared at her for a few seconds, as if he could read her mind. After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "You are not angry because I helped you get your underwear..."
Before he could finish the following words, she suddenly turned over and covered his lips, refusing him to utter another syllable. Her pupils dilated threateningly, and a faint light came from somewhere at the corner of her eyes.
She probably wanted to say something but didn't know how to start, so she could only stop him, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid and nervous.
Pei Hanzhou just found it funny. He looked at her leisurely for a while before raising his eyebrows mercilessly. When she thought she had killed all chances of letting go, he curled his lips casually: "Oh, so that's why."
Lin Luosang: “…”
He asked her why she was in a bad mood tonight. She said she was angry but didn't seem angry. It was like she was competing with something.
"I'm not, I'm warning you not to talk nonsense," Lin Luosang moved his body, staring intently and continuing to threaten, "You..."
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the man's hoarse voice: "Get off me first."
Only then did she realize that she was actually sitting on a man, and she shook and twisted in anger for a long time. She instantly forgot what she was going to say, quickly turned over, and rolled to the side of the bed pretending to be dead.
The man's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the magnetic quality in his voice could not be resolved in a moment: "Why don't you say anything?"
Lin Luosang was annoyed at how she hadn't noticed the change in his expression and eyes. She was so lost in her own world that she blurted out, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to discuss serious matters with a beast like you when you were in heat."
Pei Hanzhou paused in the darkness, raised his eyes and looked at her, his voice filled with danger: "What?"
She had a bad feeling, but she had to give in no matter what. She wrapped herself in the quilt and continued to back away. She almost rolled off the bed and was pulled out by the man.
Then, that night, Pei Hanzhou got three more teeth marks on his shoulder, and Lin Luosang again... admired the sky at six in the morning through the gap in the curtains.
When she woke up the next day, her man was not beside her as usual. She slowly got up from the bed, having already understood that she was destined to be eaten up by unscrupulous capitalists. Without much regret, she had breakfast and started writing songs.
When she was eating alone at home, she would watch variety shows. Today, she happened to catch the update of her favorite debate program. As soon as she turned it on, she saw a real-life topic. The debates were very intense, with both pros and cons. This time, there was even a seat for the elders. No matter how the votes of the young people changed and how they refreshed their ideas according to different viewpoints, the votes of the elders remained almost stubborn and did not move at all.
One can often see the differences in communication and thinking between this generation and the previous one on Weibo. The elders always like to use established concepts to try to bind and persuade the next generation, such as what a good girl should be like, and what you should do when you reach a certain age. It is as if everyone's life is the same train, and everyone should stop at the same station, take the same route, and go to the same unchanging destination.
In addition to the Internet, public opinion will also be bound. In order to market products, they will say that you are valuable only if you have XX. Some people will stand on the commanding heights and say that it is reasonable for you to do so. There will always be people who tirelessly put templates on you, and like moral teachers, they will try to point fingers at your life and interfere with it at will.
She sat at the table for a while, and suddenly felt that many words were like invisible ropes that bound her and made her unable to move.
At this moment, a flash of inspiration came to her, and chairs and ropes appeared before her eyes. The stage design came into being, and even the theme of the song emerged easily.
Since everyone lives in a world with so many rules and regulations, she might as well find a way to "loosen the shackles".
She wrote the song "Untied" quite smoothly and finalized the lyrics quickly. Then she watched the video and contacted a suitable choreographer.
In order to match the theme, she plans to incorporate the currently popular chair dance, but learning a new dance takes a lot of time, so she must prepare in advance to improve the completeness of the entire stage.
Because she was always inspired and planned to finish the song part as soon as possible to leave more time for learning dance, she stayed up until two o'clock that night. When she finally finished the battle and was about to go to bed, she heard the sound of a door being locked on the first floor.
Pei Hanzhou? Why is he back at this hour?
The first floor soon fell into silence after a few brief footsteps. Unlike Pei Hanzhou's usual style, she went downstairs to find out what was going on and found the man lying on the sofa with a frown on his face. His tie was slightly askew, and there was fatigue around his eyebrows. He was resting with his eyes closed.
The moonlight was sparsely pouring in.
Thinking of how he looked so vigorous and full of fighting spirit in the early hours of the previous morning, Lin Luosang couldn't help but lean on the doorstep and teased, "Tsk, are you tired?"
The man didn't even raise his eyelids, his Adam's apple rolling as he whispered, "We talked from three in the afternoon to nine in the evening, and then stayed up all night to catch a plane back. I can't be tired, right?"
"So long?" Lin Luosang was also surprised and repeated to confirm, "We were talking from three to nine?"
"Well, a big deal."
She seemed to be thinking, and after a pause she spoke softly, "Are you hungry?"
The man suddenly raised his eyes, looking at her with bloodshot eyes: "...What?"
"If I was talking from three to nine and then came back after the conversation, doesn't that mean I didn't have dinner?" She glanced at her phone. "Isn't it two in the morning? Shouldn't I be hungry?"
"Is there something wrong with my analysis?"
Pei Hanzhou didn't answer, but just leaned on the sofa and looked at her motionlessly.
In the past, whenever a major cross-border case was revealed, the most frequently asked questions were "was it successful?" or "how much was the deal?"
This was the first time I was asked if I was hungry after talking for so long.
She was standing under the warm yellow light, still wearing her favorite home clothes, with a unicorn headband on her head. She must have just washed her face, as her whole face was white and clear, and her eyes were coated with layers of tenderness.
Something in his heart was touched.
Such ordinary greetings and concern made him suddenly realize that the warmth he had never experienced before was so close that it was within his reach.
Lin Luosang had never seen him in a trance for so long before. He couldn't help but wave his finger in front of him and muttered to himself, "Are you too hungry to talk?"
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
The man then sat up straighter and said, "Now that you mention it, it seems a little bit."
Lin Luosang glanced at him from head to toe, feeling that this look of a man was quite rare, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic. He nodded and said, "Okay, then you wait."
Pei Hanzhou seemed to struggle alone for a while before asking her, "You do it?"
"Otherwise, if you want me to order takeout for you, that's fine."
"No need," he lowered his eyes, "You do it."
"There just happen to be some ingredients in the refrigerator," Lin Luosang turned back halfway through the walk. "Let me be clear, I don't have a place to take orders because I'm only good at one dish."
The man nodded without giving it much thought, instinctively feeling that if she could only cook one dish, then that dish must be the chef's signature dish. Furthermore, looking at her confident expression, she seemed to be very at ease.
Although she doesn't look like she can cook.
Soon, the sound of cutting something came from the kitchen. For some reason, he had a bad feeling when he heard the intermittent and unrhythmic sound, but he still suppressed the feeling and did not look.
After a while, I heard the sound of the oil being heated up, and there was a few crackling sounds of the spatula. Then from the kitchen I heard her scream of fear from the oil.
The man couldn't help himself and walked into the kitchen.
The battle situation was better than he had imagined, but in some ways... it was also much more tragic than he had imagined.
The color of the dish is acceptable, the thickness is moderate, and the shape is not weird. It is a very authentic dish - scrambled eggs with bitter melon.
Sometimes he felt that Lin Luosang was quite amazing. He didn't have too many minefields, with mango and bitter melon being the top ones, but she could actually step on them so easily.
The man closed his eyes. Just the smell gave him a strong sense of repulsion, but in order to prevent her from getting himself into trouble, he watched the whole process from outside through the door.
If he hadn't been watching, he thought, the dish would not have been taken out of the pot when it was a little mushy.
Lin Luosang used chopsticks to pick out the burnt slices of bitter melon and defended himself, "I was worried that... undercooking it would be bad for your health, so I deliberately cooked it a little longer."
Pei Hanzhou nodded: "The eggs were deliberately not cooked until they were golden because you don't like that color."
Lin Luosang: “…………”
"Just take it as it is. After all, it's touching enough that I risked getting splattered with oil by cooking for you today, using my hands that are used to creating beautiful musical notes," she said. "I haven't cooked in a long time."
Pei Hanzhou: "Then you still dare to cook?"
"Why wouldn't you dare? Do you know what brand value-added means? The dishes I cook, Lin Luosang, aren't dishes, they're works of art. Do you know how much a song I make as an insert song costs? How could a work of art have problems? Art never has problems."
Lin Luosang said as he picked out a piece of bitter melon and put it into his mouth: "... Oops, too much salt."
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
"Don't eat it now," she said, reaching out to remove the food from him.
The man didn't try to stop her and just watched her move.
Lin Luosang's hand froze in mid-air, and he tilted his head in confusion: "You won't even hold me?"
The man was also confused: "Didn't you stop me from eating?"
"You won't eat if I tell you not to? Don't you have any thought...of comforting your busy wife?" A faint shadow fell from the corner of her eye as she confidently gave an example, "In TV dramas and romance novels, when the heroine burns a dish and is about to throw it away, the hero will snatch it away and say, 'No problem at all, dear, you made it so delicious,' and then finish eating with a smile and praising the heroine for her excellent cooking."
Pei Hanzhou raised his eyes and said, "I'll just jump to the last step."
Lin Luosang: "What?"
He opened his mouth expressionlessly, without a trace of emotion in his pupils: "Well done."
“………………”
Lin Luosang had long been accustomed to men's rebellious language. She poked the egg with a pout, "Boss Pei is really heartless. He doesn't offer any encouragement or consideration. I thought eggs should be edible..."
The man looked at her in silence for a moment.
When he came back, he originally planned to take a shower and go to bed, and didn't think about eating. But after what she had done, it seemed unreasonable not to comfort his fatigue with hot food.
Pei Hanzhou stood up and walked towards the kitchen. When he stopped, he found that Lin Luosang was still looking at the dish of art he had cooked with a loving look on her face. She had not followed him. He could not help but call her, "Come here, let's do it together."
The last word sounded the alarm in her mind. She turned around suddenly and looked at the large and cold kitchen counter beside him. Remembering the fear of being dominated yesterday, her legs weakened and she took a few steps back. "Isn't this bad...? Do you still have the energy to do it...?"
Pei Hanzhou: "I said cooking."
"……oh."
Perhaps because cooking was much easier than she had expected, Lin Luosang nodded and walked into the kitchen. When she got the ingredients, she felt something was wrong: "Why should I cook with you?"
"Didn't you ask me to encourage and be considerate of you?"
"Your encouragement and consideration for me should be ready and placed in front of me, right?"
Lin Luosang put down the soy sauce bottle and was about to leave when the man grabbed his collar and dragged him to the chopping board. "Put your hands out. I'll teach you."
She clenched her hands into fists: "I don't want to learn."
The man leaned against her shoulder, his deep voice lingering beside her ear: "If you don't want to cook, then we can do something else."
“…”
"Then let's cook," Lin Luosang said, spreading his hands cooperatively and immediately changing his tone, "I really love cooking. My childhood dream was to be a chef."
Her coordination was seamless and the transition was natural. The successful man laughed softly twice, and it seemed that even his chest was resonating with the sound.
Lin Luosang finally realized he had been tricked, but it was too late to regret it now. He could only angrily stomp on him with his exposed heel and asked in disbelief, "Is this funny?"
"It's okay." The man casually cut the tenderloin and placed the salt in front of her. "Add salt."
She scooped a large spoonful as if in protest, but was stopped after shaking it for a moment. Pei Hanzhou held her wrist and put the remaining half spoonful back into the jar, strictly controlling her to prevent her from making any trouble.
After adding some seasoning, Pei Hanzhou gave her gloves and asked her to mix it evenly. After a while, cornstarch was added. She held the bowl and carefully spa the meat on one side, while he mixed the batter on the other side.
Lin Luosang then remembered to ask: "What should we do?"
"Sweet and sour pork."
Well, my sweet tooth character is not deceiving me.
After the pork tenderloin strips were coated with batter and fried, the production process reached the last step. Although he was mainly responsible for it, Lin Luosang participated in every step and his hands never stopped waving the spatula.
The end is the essence of the sweet and sour pork. Leave a little oil, pour in tomato sauce, sugar, vinegar, and water, stir-fry over low heat until thick, then stir with the fried sweet and sour strips and it's done.
Her stirring technique was wrong, so Pei Hanzhou stepped forward and gave her hands-on guidance, resting his chin on her shoulder, frowning and explaining the key points to her word by word.
His other hand was a little weak in supporting the table, so he found a convenient place to put it.
At first, Lin Luosang didn't realize that something was wrong. It was not until the end when his body and mind relaxed that he felt that something was restraining his freedom.
She slowly lowered her head, puzzled but politely asking, "Just teach me how to cook, why are you putting your hands on my waist?"
“…”
The second work of art created by Lin Luosang, the sweet and sour pork ribs, was finally successfully served. She only dared to take a small bite with her chopsticks because the sugar content was too high and she couldn't eat too much.
The moon rose above the branches, the chaotic night finally came to an end, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep.
The next day was still an ordinary day. When Lin Luosang got up, Pei Hanzhou was nowhere to be seen. She was busy writing songs and completed the lyrics and composition in the afternoon. After drinking a cup of black coffee to refresh herself, she continued to compose the music.
On the other side of the city, her husband was still busy with social engagements.
The dinner table was very lively. Luo Xun was walking around the table like a socialite, toasting and drinking. He was good at both talking and urging people to drink, and the atmosphere at the table was very lively.
The topic changed when an e-commerce executive who had just had a son said, "Come on, Xiao Xun, come and see my son. He just learned to walk a while ago, and he even sang Happy Birthday to me yesterday!"
Showing off children is always a hot topic at the dinner table. The director quickly broadcast the child's tender voice, which was full of milk and even the sound of a drink bottle being emptied.
Luo Xun, holding up his wine glass, echoed, "Your son is so adorable! It's up to you. Look at that boy with big eyes and a high nose. When he grows up, he's sure to have the same charm that captivated so many girls back then as you did!"
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
Immediately afterwards, the extremely competitive capitalists started a new round of battle. Those who had daughters showed off their daughters, those who had sons showed off their sons, and after that, they wanted to see who had more awards. Those who had no children or awards showed off their wives.
"My wife just finished a solo recital last month. Look at how gracefully she plays the cello. I fell in love with her just by watching her play."
"My wife is going to be in a famous play adaptation next week. Is everyone free? Bring the people around you to watch it!"
"My wife is preparing a fashion show this year..."
Everyone was chatting animatedly when someone suddenly approached Pei Hanzhou and said, "Now that I remember, Mr. Pei, my wife is a fan of your wife's music. We even follow each other on Weibo, but she's too embarrassed to send her a private message asking for her WeChat ID. She even asked me for a favor before she left today. Could you please give her your WeChat ID?"
If this topic had come up a while ago, Pei Hanzhou might have pondered it for a while, but the WeChat incident had just happened two days ago, and the past was still vivid in his mind. He raised his glass calmly and replied calmly, "I don't have her WeChat."
As soon as these words were spoken, the originally lively dinner table suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at Pei Hanzhou in disbelief, and even Luo Xun almost vomited his wine.
"Boss Pei, are you kidding me? Hahahaha!"
"Pei always has a real sense of humor."
"Did you have a fight?"
The man just now was also a little confused: "If it's not convenient to give it to me, it's okay to say it directly. I'll go back and tell my wife..."
"It's not inconvenient," Pei Hanzhou said seriously, "I really don't have one."
"Her number is with my secretary. Zhou Liang should be asleep now. I'll ask him to give it to you tomorrow."
Everyone suddenly felt it was absurd, as if they had watched a magical realism show. They looked at Pei Hanzhou with admiration and shock.
"Then you should have a cell phone number, right?"
The man couldn't remember clearly. He opened his phone and scrolled through it a few times, scrolling to the bottom of the address book and call logs before speaking.
“No.”
“…………”
The atmosphere froze instantly, and everyone stared at each other with frozen expressions, seemingly completely baffled by the situation before them. However, they all tried to smooth things over with a wry smile.
"I think it's unnecessary to meet every day. I see that Mr. Pei goes back every day."
"Exactly. I heard a while ago that my wife bought Rino. If you didn't add me on WeChat, it must be because you didn't want to."
"Only couples with a truly loving relationship would dare to do this. Look at those marriages of convenience. They all pretend to be very loving on the surface, but their relationship isn't as strong as President Pei and his wife's."
…
The situation was out of control and difficult to salvage. The dinner ended prematurely. As they were leaving, even Luo Xun was asking, "Are you serious or not? You don't even have WeChat or a cell phone?"
"Do I need to lie about this?" The man frowned as he thought of the brief silence at the dinner table. "Is it strange that you didn't add me on WeChat?"
"Of course it's weird! Who doesn't even have a WeChat account after being married for months? It's too fake!" Luo Xun complained, "It's like being in a relationship for months and not seeing each other!"
"Even if you don't put on a facade anymore, there's no need to not have WeChat, right? Doesn't my sister-in-law post affectionate moments?"
Pei Hanzhou thought for a moment and felt that she mostly chatted on WeChat, so he said, "She basically doesn't post on Moments."
As they were talking, two producers happened to pass by and chatted with each other: "Did you see Lin Luosang's circle of friends just now? It's so funny, hahahaha!"
…
Luo Xun pulled the corners of his lips with a complicated expression and looked at Pei Hanzhou.
The next morning, Lin Luosang didn't know why, but the man suddenly made a bowl of Tremella soup, which was out of character.
She came out hungry after washing her face. The bowl of Tremella soup on the table was still emitting heat and fragrance. She turned her head and saw the man sitting on the sofa in the distance reading a magazine.
She thought about it for a while. He had been up for a long time and should have eaten already. So this bowl... should be hers?
Lin Luosang pulled a chair and sat down. The spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the edge of the bowl. She stirred it a few times. Seeing that the noise was so loud, Pei Hanzhou did not come to stop her, so she started eating with more peace of mind.
Just as she was about to finish her meal, the man, who would be late but never absent, sat down beside her, his voice filled with the smell of money from an unscrupulous capitalist.
"One hundred thousand at a time."
Lin Luosang: ???
"Why don't you just go rob?"
He drooped his eyelids casually, his lips expressionless: "Don't want to give it?"
In order to avoid being at a disadvantage, Lin Luosang took out his phone and pointed it at him without giving in: "Give it to me, I didn't say no."
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
The man didn't expect that she would agree to give the money so readily. Plan 1 failed, but he still calmly started plan 2 and clicked on the WeChat QR code.
Seeing the QR code, Lin Luosang immediately prepared to scan it. Just as he was about to press the plus sign in the upper right corner, he noticed something was wrong. He tilted his head and stared at the QR code for a while, "This is a WeChat code, not a payment code."
He answered easily: "I know."
He held the phone in a daze for half a second. Combining all the abnormal events this morning, Lin Luosang reacted: "You want to add me on WeChat?"
The man didn't bother talking about anything else, and nodded concisely: "Yeah."
She shook her wrist, put the last bite of white fungus into her mouth, and then stuffed the phone into her coat pocket with her backhand.
"You wish."
"You ignored Xiao Sang the day before yesterday, and you can't reach Xiao Sang today."
“…”
In the next few days, no matter what Pei Hanzhou came up with, even when she was in a good mood and was willing to accept any request, as long as he said the word "WeChat", her smile would turn into a professional fake smile, and then she would look at him gently and say: Sorry, no.
Time passed quickly and it was the day of the Big Snow. Lin Luosang had been practicing dancing all night and had not returned home. When the man woke up that day, he found that heavy snow was falling outside the window.
He stood at the window in a daze for a while, and heard a noise coming from the first floor. The man walked to the stairs and found that Lin Luosang had just arrived home.
There were still specks of snow on her hat from outside, as well as on the ends of her hair. The roots of her eyelashes were filled with mist and fog.
She took off her scarf and plush gloves, rubbed her cold palms, put her fingers together and pulled the mask down to her small chin, revealing her slightly red nose tip from the cold, and her face was paler than usual.
"It's so cold..." He heard her complain with a soft nasal tone.
Then the sound of water came from the bathroom. She went to take a shower. The man went to the study to edit documents. An hour later, he came out and heard the sound of piano from the balcony.
The snow was still falling, scattering all over the branches. She sat in the dense snow mist and played the piano, her fingers wandering on the black and white keys. The music was wrapped in the whistling wind and drifted farther away. Her long hair fluttered and covered half of her cheek, but she was still incredibly beautiful.
Clear, reserved, and even more beautiful when she is spotless.
The air was so quiet that the secular world dared not speak out.
He just watched and didn't say anything.
Until Lin Luosang finished practicing the song and hid in the house.
Even though she wanted to continue, she was really too cold to bear it. She coughed twice and stretched out her red fingertips to close the door: "Has anyone come to clean? Why is the piano placed outside? I have to ask them to move it back later, otherwise it will get wet when it rains..."
Turning back, Lin Luosang was stunned for a few seconds when he saw Pei Hanzhou. Then he raised his eyes suddenly, as if remembering something, and shrugged, "My snow pear soup...!"
Fortunately, there was no accident this time. She touched her earlobe, opened the lid, and served out two bowls of freshly stewed rock sugar and snow pear.
Pei Hanzhou took the bowl and asked in a low voice: "Why are you drinking this suddenly?"
"It's snowing heavily today. The alternating temperatures can cause dry lungs and coughs. Drinking this will make you feel better." She turned her head and said, "Don't you drink this every year?"
“No.”
He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have experienced every heavy snowfall in the past alone.
Whether reviewing documents at home or negotiating contracts, I am always faced with cold laws or proposals. The metal part holding the pen is cold, and the desk is also cold.
After becoming accustomed to a cold and complicated life, I suddenly didn’t know what a warm life would be like.
She patted his shoulder with a smile and replied, "You will drink it from now on."
She was afraid of the cold, so she put a hot water bottle in her arms and turned on a small sun. She drank the pear soup in small sips on the sofa. She felt very sleepy before she finished drinking it. The sleepiness after staying up all night came over her. She swayed from side to side and finally fell on his shoulder.
The TV was still playing a program, I don't know if it was news or a TV series, and there was intermittent noise outside the window. The fireworks of the world, all kinds of people, surrounded him at this moment, carrying the real hot temperature of life, pouring into his limbs and bones along with his breath.
He lowered his eyes and saw her trembling eyelashes.
"Lin Luosang."
Most of her soul had already been lost, and after two minutes she managed to hum a nasal sound: "Hmm?"
“Add WeChat.”
She licked her lips, as if she was thinking, or perhaps she was talking in her sleep: "...No."
“…”
Lin Luosang slept for a long time, until the afternoon sunlight slanted in through the blinds. She suddenly woke up from her sleep, straightened her body and looked at the man: "How long have I slept?"
Pei Hanzhou glanced at his watch: "Six hours."
She pressed her solar plexus and felt a slight numbness in her neck, but without thinking too much, she quickly went up to the third floor to practice singing. Naturally, she didn't see -
After she left, the man rubbed his shoulders, which were sore from her pillow, as if he had been granted amnesty.
The day before the competition started, Lin Luosang was completely busy preparing.
The man had new work to discuss later that day, so after the meeting ended and he got in the car, he naturally asked the driver to go home.
The secretary asked cautiously, "You only have a break of more than two hours. Did you go back because you didn't take anything?"
Pei Hanzhou paused.
In the past, there always seemed to be many reasons and excuses, such as going home to take a shower or get clothes, returning home at night because there was something important to do, watching her performance because someone invited me or there was a part I was involved in, and waiting for her to get off work just in time to finish her inspection.
But today there seems to be no reason.
An experiment shows that it takes 21 days for a person to develop a habit, but his pace is always faster than that of ordinary people, so seven days is enough.
I've been working from home for the past week or so. I've gotten used to her running around, the intermittent notes coming from the study, and her curling up in the quilt and saying she's cold.
Now I go back just to see if she is at home and what she is doing.
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