Chapter 88: think beautifully

Chapter 88: think beautifully

The mother and son were sitting on the sofa, chatting while eating fruit. Yan Jingxi made Yan Ma a cup of flower tea.

Recently, Yan Ma, who is in class and going to the beauty salon, is in better spirits than before, and she is still a little younger.

However, at this time, Yan's mother began to recall what Yan Jingxi had mentioned.

Yan Ma: "When were you ten years old?"

Yan Jingxi: "Yes, do you still remember my eye surgery?"

Yan Ma: "Of course I remember that operation. You couldn't see for a week, and the temper was the worst ever."

Yan Jingxi: "Then do you remember the child who often came to see me that day?"

Yan Ma continued to try hard to recall: "Oh, there is a child who will come to you every afternoon, and sometimes take a nap with you, which is very cute. He only believes in you, and no one is allowed to approach." She He also seemed to recall the cute face of the child, "He didn't come for a few days, maybe three or four days before it was his turn to have an operation. When you were discharged from the hospital, he was still awake. We didn't ask you when we saw you, and we didn't Say it again."

Yan Jingxi's fingertips almost poked five deep marks on his sofa: "What operation did he do?"

Yan Ma said: "I remembered that it was throat surgery. It seemed that something had grown inside and I couldn't speak."

Yan Jingxi: "..." He actually believed Bai Yueguang's statement!

He actually started to deceive himself at such a young age, what was his motive.

What has he missed all these years?

When he thinks that he is engaged to a liar, he spends time and effort looking for him when he disappears, and finds a place for him, a job when he comes back, all of which actually stemmed from a lie when he was a child, his feelings were burnt to the ground, and he felt chills in his heart. .

Why did Bai Yueguang deceive him when he was a child? After careful study, Yan Jingxi was only annoyed at Bai Yueguang. The cold air rose from the soles of his feet, and there was no trace of warmth left between his eyes.

Thinking of Yuan Zhanqi, who had missed him twice, he was like a deflated ball again. He wished he could go back to a month ago. If he recognized each other, would there be no misunderstanding at all? He would not divorce. After missing a few years, wasting nearly twenty years, and handing over all the sincerity to a liar, maybe Bai Yueguang still laughed at how stupid he was.

This is also why Bai Yueguang has no feelings for him at all, and is more of a use. He has been using his identity to help him get various conveniences. Yan Jingxi's heart is more than half of it.

Bai Yueguang is so terrifying!

Why he hadn't found out at all before.

How much did he hide from himself.

"Son, Jingxi, why are you in a daze, why don't you speak?" Seeing that Yan Jingxi didn't respond for a long time, Yan Ma couldn't help patting his arm, feeling that his arm was extremely hard and stiff.

Yan Jingxi recovered from his thoughts: "I'm thinking about something from my childhood."

Yan Ma said, "I was so nervous about your eyes back then. When I was happy, I forgot to ask the child how it happened."

Yan Jingxi asked about some details: "Did you not meet his parents that year?"

Yan Ma said: "Every time the child runs away from the parents, it's his sister and his brothers who come to him. The family is quite interesting. If it weren't for me, I would like to have a younger brother for you."

The sudden warmth made Yan Jingxi feel that he was too unfilial, but it was still too late.

Yan Jingxi: "Sorry, let you worry about me."

Yan Ma: "Just a son, you can't worry about others. Now that we are all old, you have to worry about yourself."

Yan Jingxi: "Well."

Yan Ma: "By the way, why did you suddenly remember to ask about your childhood?"

Yan Jingxi: "I was packing my things a few days ago and remembered that I gave away my harmonica when I was a child, but I don't know who it was."

He didn't dare to talk to Yan Ma about being deceived by Bai Yueguang. He had just divorced and was involved with his last ex-fiancé. His mother would definitely get a heart attack from his stupidity.

However, in the future he will definitely make up for the foolishness he has committed in the past.

As a supporting role, I watched a big play about Bai Yueguang and Cheng Shengyang.

He consciously retreated into the crowd and gave all the halo to the two protagonists.

Among Pang Shengyang's friends, there were actually one or two who knew that Bai Yueguang existed. With their coaxing Yuan Zhan, he was more aware of melon-eating people, and the mood to watch the excitement was extremely good.

In the booing of his friends, Pang Shengyang didn't mean to send Bai Yueguang back, but wanted his friends to send him back by the way, but in the end he thought about it and sent him away in person.

After Yuan Zhan came out of Pang Shengyang's house, his stomach was still quite stretched. The cook he invited was not bad, and he ate too much accidentally.

The part-time worker auntie will come to clean up at 2:00 every afternoon, and his house smells dry.

He is a little addicted to smoking, but Yuan Zhan doesn't smoke much. If he is really bored, he will bite a cigarette, sit on the windowsill and look at the night scenery. He will sit quietly without turning on his computer or looking at his mobile phone.

When no one or nothing bothers him, he needs to calm down and think.

Thinking about this world, thinking about his parents, friends, everything in another world.

He was afraid that one day, if he didn't think about or remember their faces, he would be integrated into the plot, and he didn't know where to go.

Regardless of how beautiful he is now, he actually feels like a rootless floating bottle, not knowing where to float or where the future will be.

Letting go of his thoughts, his eyelids began to droop, and the window sill was softer. Yuan Zhan changed a comfortable position and fell asleep with a pillow in his arms.

The next morning, Yuan Zhan was woken up by an alarm clock that was set at an unknown time.

The hair is a little longer, and it is a little warped when touched.

It's growing so fast, I don't know if there is any for half a month.

Another new day.

Yuan Zhan shaved off the stubble that didn't grow out, washed his face, slapped on toner, and went downstairs for breakfast.

It was probably a coincidence that when the door was opened, the opposite door was also opened, and the haggard-looking gangster came out with a bag of garbage.

Pang Shengyang pulled out a smile: "Morning."

Yuan Zhan was surprised that he was able to get up early, and even got up early to clean up: "You came out so early to throw out the garbage?"

Pang Shengyang: "Yes, if you don't clean it up, you have nowhere to stay. Are you going out?"

Yuan Zhan rubbed his stomach: "Go down for breakfast, I don't want to cook." The point is that it's too hard to swallow.

Pang Shengyang said, "If you don't mind, come to my house to eat. I just made it, and the serving for two should be enough."

Yuan Zhan also didn't want to go down. He was sweating when he came back, and agreed casually: "Okay."

Walking into the new home furnished by Pang Shengyang, less people can observe it more clearly, and the style is different during the day and night. What's more, the color of the furniture used and the decoration style are very different from Yuan Zhan's.

The kitchen of Pang Shengyang's house is not a separate Chinese-style compartment, but an open western-style dining table.

I saw the plates on the table, freshly baked bacon, bread, two poached eggs, and a glass of freshly poured milk.

Pang Shengyang also gave Yuan Zhan a fake way of drinking milk: "Many people now say that you need to heat milk to drink it. In fact, milk can't be heated."

Yuan Zhan is not too interested in whether to heat milk or not, and he regrets allowing Pang Shengyang to have breakfast with him.

The tastes of the two are completely different. He is a pure Chinese who drinks soy milk every day and never gets tired of eating fried dough sticks. Only people who live in the West can eat milk, bread and bacon every day.

Like a missionary, Pang Shengyang taught that the steak must be cooked to a certain degree to be tender. He did not notice the disgust that flashed in Yuan Zhan's eyes, and was still immersed in his own fantasy.

Pang Shengyang asked thoughtfully and tenderly, "This combination is nutritious and healthy, do you need another fruit salad?"

Yuan Zhan put away his disgust and quickly resolved the food in front of him: "Thank you, I'm not used to salad dressing."

Bacon is acceptable, bread is acceptable, omelettes are fine, synthetic sandwiches are fine, but Western-style salad dressing, he has always been unaccustomed to eating, and he really doesn't like it at all.

Forced to finish eating the food in front of him, Yuan Zhan stopped using the knife and fork.

Yes, he doesn't like knives and forks, he likes to use chopsticks.

Having had breakfast at Pang Shengyang's house, Yuan Zhan didn't want to eat with each other anymore. He was afraid that he would not be able to eat together in the future.

There was a meeting in the morning, Yuan Zhan couldn't stay at home, and even got a trip from the company.

Under the hot sun, Yuan Zhan drove for more than half an hour to get to Tiandi Group.

It will take more than a month from the completion of the decoration of his company's new site to the installation of all network equipment, which is still calculated according to the fastest time.

The employees of Tiandi Group basically know Yuan Zhan. After the divorce, he came here once, and left after the meeting. It was still in the afternoon, and there was almost no one in the parking lot.

But today is different. He chose to appear in the morning. Many employees have meetings in the company in the morning, work, and have appointments with customers in the afternoon.

In less than five minutes, from the top leaders to the cleaning aunt, everyone knows that Mr. Yan's ex-husband, who is handsome, stylish, and full of special masculine charm, has appeared!

Yan Jingxi, who had just arrived at the conference room, had no intention of having a meeting at all, so he made an excuse to slip away, and Assistant Chen was still here, so let's go first.

Yuan Zhan just walked into his office on the front foot, and Yan Jingxi was on the back foot.

As soon as the computer was turned on, Yan Jingxi had already rushed in front of him, panting.

Seeing his anxious look, Yuan Zhan put his hands flat on the table: "Mr. Yan, you rushed into my office without knocking on the door, what do you mean?"

Yan Jingxi frowned, "Okay, I'll knock." He exited the office, ready to pretend to knock on the door twice.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhan got up and joined him.

Yan Jingxi knocked on the door, but he never expected that Yuan Zhan smiled at him and closed the door in front of him.

Whoever told you to knock on the door would be allowed in, think beautifully.

Yan Jingxi was anxious to talk to him: "...Yuan Zhanqi, open the door!"

Yuan Zhan inside refused decisively: "No."

There is an uncooperative ex-husband who has nowhere to express his love and remorse.