GBP Chapter 50 Rebirth - 2
Chapter 50 Rebirth - 2
"Xinjie, have you seen Shen Wanning?" At the office door, Tang Huanming was holding two eggs in his hand. He wanted her to use the two eggs to apply to her red and swollen eyes, but now she was nowhere to be seen, and no one knew where she had gone.
"No, it seems she went to the 24th floor, and the manager asked her to report for leave." So it seems that she has not returned to the office since she went to the 24th floor.
"It seems like she hasn't returned to the office yet?" Strange, I don't know where she went.
"Okay, I understand." Tang Huanming looked at the egg in his hand and shook his head helplessly.
"You didn't eat? Why are you holding the egg?" She looked at him with some confusion, and saw him shaking his head at the egg in his hand. Could it be... that he liked Shen Wanning?
"I'll give it to you." He said with a wry smile. He might not even have the qualifications and opportunity to buy eggs for her. Was he too overbearing?
"Ah?" She looked at him in surprise. These two eggs? Just gave them to her like that? I don't like eggs.
I declined the dinner invitation in the conference room because I was afraid that you would wake up suddenly. I was afraid that the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was not me, and I was afraid that my promise not to lie was just a casual remark. Although I knew that you would not wake up so early, I still did not want to be too far away from you.
Shen Wanning, do you know that I am extremely happy to have you by my side?
"Awake?" Your eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterflies, and you rubbed your confused little eyes gently, revealing a moment of cuteness and confusion.
"Ah."
"How long have I slept?"
That dream? A boy and a girl were having a great time chasing the waves at the beach. However, the boy suddenly ran away, and the girl chased him closely. She lost her shoes and her feet were rubbed raw, but the figure was getting farther and farther away from her.
She rubbed her temples hard and frowned tightly. This dream was very strange.
"It's enough to wake you up. Who said someone is not sleepy at all?" His voice came with a hint of ridicule. Is this what she meant by not sleepy at all? Ten in the morning to four in the afternoon?
"I'm sorry." She whispered. Sorry? She seemed to always be used to apologizing to him. Although he said it casually, why did she hear a hint of sadness in him? He said he didn't care? Was he just saying he didn't care just to give her some time?
"Here, coffee." He turned around and handed her a cup of steaming hot coffee, which he brewed himself, using selected coffee beans from Brazil.
"Thank you, it smells so good." She took the coffee, felt the delicate coffee cup in her hand, and smelled the mellow aroma wafting towards her, and she felt better all over.
"Ah? I forgot I have to go to work." She put down the cup in her hand in a hurry and got up from the bed. Is she here to cancel her leave? Now look, she actually slept for most of the day!
"Do you think it's appropriate for you to go down to work now?" He did not forget that she had only come at around nine in the morning, and now it was already four in the afternoon and she was about to get off work.
Yes, is it really appropriate for her to go down now? She came to the 24th floor to check out at around 9 o'clock, and now she suddenly ran downstairs to work? What would her colleagues ask? How should she answer?
"Come with me to the supermarket." She had slept for a whole day and hadn't had a drop of water yet. I planned to cook a sumptuous dinner myself to reward her.
"Supermarket?" She looked at him puzzled.
"I'm hungry." Shen Wanning, I haven't eaten yet because I'm waiting for you.
"But my cooking is not good." Her eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and self-mockery. She thought to herself, wanting her to cook? That would be really difficult for her.
"I think it's delicious." I don't have to ask you to cook, I just don't want you to be idle, afraid that you will think too much when you are idle? Shen Wanning, I am afraid that you will think too much.
Just think that it is a very happy thing to have someone cook for you?
"How can it be delicious? I don't think it tastes good myself." She frankly admitted that she was not confident in her cooking skills. In fact, she was not very good at cooking.
"Don't you believe it?" Lu Jinchuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, teasing her with a playful smile.
"I don't really believe it." Shen Wanning looked at him and answered honestly. Unconsciously, both of them laughed, but the emotions contained in them were different. One laughed sadly and lonely, while the other laughed sincerely and frankly.
"Come on, I'll do it." He picked up the key from the table, held her hand tightly, and walked towards the exclusive elevator together.
"Okay." Shen Wanning nodded gently, feeling a warm feeling in her heart.
Carrefour supermarket fruit and vegetable section
He pushed the shopping cart and walked slowly through the fruit and vegetable section of Carrefour supermarket. People were rushing around, while she was concentrating on picking fresh vegetables, as if she was looking for the beauty in life.
Every unintentional glance back is a collision of souls; every low whisper is a gentle love poem; every laugh and play is like a jumping note, playing their romantic melody.
Her smile was like the warm spring sun, warming his heart; his eyes were like the stars in the summer night, sparkling with affectionate light.
Qinghe Garden, closed kitchen. The faint smell of fireworks is like a tulle, gently diffused. He holds the spatula, his movements are skillful, like an artist creating; she is busy washing vegetables, as if adding the final decoration to this work of art.
They cooperated perfectly, and every movement was so natural, as if they were used to this rhythm of life. There were no words, only eye contact and occasional smiles, and everything was said without words.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window onto them, quiet and beautiful. The food in the pot exudes an alluring aroma, blending with the smell of fireworks to form a picture full of the breath of life.
The faint smell of fireworks, although not strong, is lasting and warm.
In the restaurant, as far as the eye can see, there is a table full of sumptuous dishes. Braised eggplant, the eggplant is burnt red and shiny, exuding an alluring aroma; scrambled eggs with tomatoes, red and yellow, as beautiful as the afterglow of the sunset; minced meat with wild rice stem, the freshness of wild rice stem and the salty fragrance of minced meat blend together, like a harmonious symphony; fish head and tofu soup, the milky white soup is like silky satin, and the fish head and tofu dance in it; boiled shrimp, the crystal clear shrimp meat is like pearls, exuding the breath of the sea. The green leaves of Chinese cabbage are like emeralds, adding a touch of freshness to the table of delicacies.
As night falls, the time quietly approaches 8 o'clock in the evening.
At a corner of the treetops, the moon was like a shy girl, quietly casting its shadow on the lake. Suddenly, a stone was gently thrown into the lake, stirring up thousands of waves. Under the moonlight, the ripples floated gently in circles, as if telling someone's thoughts.
They sat side by side, talking about each other's thoughts, as if time had stopped for them.
"Why do you like him?" Suddenly, want to know why you like him?
"Ah? Oh, you mean him?" When asked this question, I was a little confused. Why do I like him so much? Do I need a special reason to like someone? Maybe I do...
"Recalling the first day of the freshman orientation, he spoke on stage as a representative of the senior class. He had a cool expression, gentle eyes, and a nice voice." At that moment, she was deeply attracted. He was a sophomore, and she was just a freshman. There was no her in his world, but she always habitually collected everything about him.
"There is really no communication between us. He is one year older than me." There is no communication between us. He is in the East Campus and she is in the West Campus. Such a long distance seems to be destined to make it difficult for them to have substantial communication. However, this one-sided love has become the most precious secret in her heart.
"In fact, he hated me at that time. He always laughed at me and said I was ugly."
"At that time, he always laughed at me for being stupid." Really stupid, right? So stupid that I forgot that he was the one who loved me the most.
"During the four years of college, he has always been my love." Loving an impossible person bitterly and losing the person you love most, is it a curse? Is it a punishment?
"In the second semester of my sophomore year, his attitude towards me suddenly changed, and he became unusually gentle and considerate. Gradually, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. At that time, I naively believed that it was my persistence that finally touched his heart." The so-called touching moment was just my self-righteous thought. His lack of love and his request were all because of him, Su Yu.
"I later realized that his sudden change was because of him." I forgot why he left so suddenly? I only remember that I used to be used to his company, but later he disappeared without a trace.
Su Yu, do you know? He doesn't love me, not at all.
"I thought he was my lucky god." Lucky god? A ridiculous lucky god? I thought as long as he was by my side, I wouldn't be afraid, but I was wrong.
Su Yu, I still can't understand what you were feeling when you entrusted me to him. Maybe you were also filled with pain and helplessness. After all, I accidentally saw the tears falling from your eyes. But at that time, I foolishly thought that you just had sand in your eyes. I only blamed myself for trusting you too much and believing everything you said.
You said you would protect me, and I know; you said I was the most beautiful, and I had no doubt; you said you didn’t love me, and I cried; you said we should break up, and I agreed; you said you wanted me to be happy, and I am trying; you said not to cry, but I still can’t let it go.
You once said, no matter what, be a happy girl.
But, you know what? I don't think I have forgiven you. You pushed me to the edge of the cliff, and I stood there alone. But you never pulled me back, and you just let me watch you go.
I don't forgive you, and I don't think I will forgive you that easily.
"Actually... I know he doesn't love me." Her eyes were dull. How could she, who was so sensitive, not feel that his heart was not with her?
"You know he doesn't love you?" Fool, why do you love him so desperately when you know he doesn't love you?
"Is it stupid?" Stupid? Maybe, but this is an obsession she can't let go of.
"Then why are you still..." Lu Jinchuan hesitated, as if he wanted to ask her why she was so persistent. Persistent? What about himself? Just for a casual promise made in childhood?
"You won't let go, right? Actually, I don't know why. I just thought that one day he would look back and see me." She thought that her persistence and waiting would eventually earn him a look back, and that he would be able to feel her deep attachment, but the reality was so cruel and ruthless. Love, like a gust of wind, had already quietly gone away.
"Fool." Her voice echoed in his ears, like a sharp sword piercing his heart. Shen Wanning, do you know how foolish you are in love? Where he can see you if he turns around? What if he never turns around? What if he already has another woman?
"I just want him to be around." Is this too much to ask? Maybe, because all he wants is for her to be away, and her presence seems to be a burden.
Tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably, dripping into the silent night. The darkness of the night covered everything, including her sadness and pain at the moment. She hoped that he would not see her vulnerability, and did not want him to see her crying.
"Silly girl. He doesn't love you, so why are you still standing there like an idiot?" Looking at the pitiful girl in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little angry, and the tears in the corners of her eyes burned his heart.
"This is my persistence." The so-called persistence, when the outcome is already known?
"Excessive persistence is equal to ignorance." He couldn't understand what she meant by persistence. In his opinion, this meaningless persistence was simply a kind of self-torture. How could it be called true persistence?